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A Perfect Score - Chapter 9 - Thawed Out | FigureSkating!AU

Summary: The finals loom, and you and Aemond have to navigate and come to terms with what the future might look like after | Word Count: 7.9k~ | Warnings under the cut~

Series Masterlist | Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist

Warnings: *deep breath* swearing, innuendo, teasing, trauma from a past relationship, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, dirty talk, pussy slapping, fingering, degradation, praise, orgasm denial, cum play, doggy style, choking, spit kink, aftercare

A/N: I don't want to let go of my babies and I can't believe this is the penultimate chapter😭

Sleeping on a bed with no bed sheets felt incredibly silly.

So instead Aemond had dragged his feet to the sofa, where the long-forgotten blanket was and cocooned you both into it on the bed.

Unlike the hotel, where you and Aemond were up all night, not able to keep your hands off each other. Here, in the dim light of your apartment, quiet, with rain tapping at the window, you both basked in the afterglow of the intimacy you gained from just having sex once.

The sex that consummated this relationship.

Which was still something you needed to ask him about.

Helaena had told you as much, he wasn't one for relationships after Alys.

But he told you he loved you.

Surely that was different.

You were both so exhausted, each of you fell asleep in the position Aemond tucked you in as. His arm slung over your waist to your middle, his palm holding one of your breasts in such an overtly non-sexual way, and just as a means of holding.

And like that you stayed, pressed together.

Fucking spooning. Something you never would have imagined you and Aemond doing a few months before.

You almost jumped out of your skin when in the early morning your phone buzzed under the bare pillow, sounding so much louder than usual.

"Seven fucking Hells, that scared the shit out of me"

You heard Aemond rumble low in his chest behind you. His voice was thick with grogginess, but it was clear he'd been awake some time, as his finger continued to trace the skin of your arm like he'd been doing it for hours. Now in an awake state, your skin ripples with goosebumps.

You huff a laugh at him, rub your eyes and pull your phone out, greeted with a text, or rather a whole wall of them, from El. Asking if you're okay given you tried to call her about four or five times in one go.

You smile at the messages, quickly typing a reply and sending it off, the limbs that are exposed to the air prickling with a chill.

"Your mattress…" Aemond starts, his forearm over his eyes when you turn to him, "...is so fucking uncomfortable"

In good comedic timing when you shuffle closer to him you're greeted with a spring in your side and a loud squeak.

"Missing your memory foam, king-size goodness?" You prod, pressing a kiss to his jaw before resting your head on his shoulder.

"Hm" he smiles, all in good fun, tugging you closer with an arm around your waist.

"Hope you don't mind me sleeping over"

You look up at him through your lashes, lips pulling up at the sides at the sight of him, still half naked, hair tousled in loose waves.

"And what was I going to do? Cast you back out onto the streets as soon as you said I love you?"

"Alright, alright. No need to be sarky about it" he smiles, thumbing some hair from your face and behind your ear.

"As if you're not sarky all the time" you smile back.

It feels so nice, beyond actual words, to be with him intimately like this. Just cuddling. Unabashedly together.

Which reminds you to bring it up before you leave for the day.

"How did you know where I live?" You ask.

Aemond flushes a bit, piquing your curiosity as you sit up, pulling the blanket to your chest to cover your nudity.

"Um, I didn't?" He replies, slightly embarrassed, "not specifically anyway"

You cock your head, "you didn't? So how-"

You grin widely, mischief glimmering in your eyes as you see how embarrassed he is.

"Did you knock on stranger's doors? Trying to find me?"

"Shut up" he groans, the flush on his cheeks extending to the tips of his ears as he turns away.

"Aw, Aemond!"

"Don't. It was so fucking embarrassing"

"Don't be embarrassed, it's cute!"

He looks at you again, still flushed but with an unamused expression.

"I'm not cute"

You press your lips together, trying not to smile or laugh.

It almost makes you forget about what happened. Especially when his face softens like that, his eyes half shut looking at you in a way that makes your insides flutter.

Aemond inhales sharply.

"Are you going to tell Rhaenys?" He asks.

He doesn't specify what. But both of you know.

You bite your lip in thought. In truth, you'd been wondering all night if you should.

"No" you say quietly with a slight shake of your head, "No, I…checked the terms of my contract and as much as I hate to say it, Otto is right…

"I have to complete my contract. If I want to get paid and signed again anyway"

Aemond sighs, playing with the ends of your hair.

"Doesn't mean you can't tell her"

"I know but, I just don't see the point" you say, shivering when his touch bristles against your skin, "Truthfully I was even torn about going to anyone with the proof…because I know it wouldn't just hurt Otto, it would-"

You pause, looking down into your lap.

It would hurt Aemond. His siblings. And Alicent as well.

"Hey" he whispers, taking your chin softly in his grasp and turning you to meet his gaze, "We'll be alright"

His concerned look. Softened voice.

You swallow thickly.

Even if you did go to the press. Aemond wouldn't hate you for it.

For some reason that stings a bit more than the other way around.

Still. You can't bring yourself to bring any kind of distress to him or his family, just because of what Otto did.

Even though it has bruised your confidence.

"Come here"

You force a tiny smile to your face, going to lay next to him as his arm lays outstretched. Aemond snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you on top of him, one hand stroking your hair in a motion of tenderness that makes your heart ache.

“Do you really want to quit skating?” you ask carefully.

Aemond sighs, thoughtfully, “I think so. I want to do something different with my life. Go to King's Landing Uni or something...and off my own back as well not just because I'm some bigwig's son”

You can imagine that.

A smile makes its way to your face, imagining Aemond in his classes, perhaps with some reading glasses on, frantically taking notes.

“Why, will you miss me?” he asks, and you can hear the smirk in his tone, without looking at him.

“Maybe” you reply, with the same playful inflection, “I like skating with you”

Aemonds hands drop to cup your waist, just above the curve of your hips. It makes you realise, that both of you are just completely bare, unabashedly, together.

He laughs, “I can still throw you around if you like”

You raise your head, pulling a face at the horrendous joke with eyebrows furrowed. You’re greeted pleasantly though, with the image of Aemond’s eyes crinkling up as he laughs.

Playfully swatting his chest, “You’re foul”

Pulling the sheets around your sides, you pull yourself up to straddle him, hands running over his taut stomach, feeling the familiar pull of lust inside that Aemond seems to feel as well.

With his hands still on your hips, his gaze glances over you, taking in every little bit of skin.

Until he looks down, looking all small again.

“What’s wrong?” you ask carefully, one hand on the side of his face.

He covers yours with his, taking it away from his face to his chest.

“Sorry, it’s just…” he starts, swallowing in between nervously, like he’s having a hard time expressing exactly what he wants to say. You just sit, listening intently. Waiting for him to be ready.

“She was always…you know…on top”

Your lips part in shock, wanting to say something but not knowing what on earth to even pull together in response.

The only thing you can do, is apologise and get off him.

For reminding him how it feels to be small…and manipulated.

“Aemond, I-fuck, I’m sorry-”

“No”

He keeps you there, his fingers curling over your flesh, tugging your core to his length, but his gaze is concentrated on your face, not on any other part of you.

“Stay like this, please…” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, and his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to swallow over the lump that forms.

“But, Aemond-”

“She’d never let me” he mutters, blinking up at you, “I think it was one of her ways of controlling me…” he glances over your skin reverently, his thumbs tracing your torso, the sensation of his hands gliding over you making you shiver.

“It’s different with you” warmth blooms as he says that, “It could never feel that way with you”

It feels like you’re teetering over the edge when he says that. Tummy fluttering, with adrenaline burning through your veins.

Your eyes drop to your hand that’s flat over his heart, able to feel the thrum of it beating beneath your touch. Gently, as if any sudden movement will startle him, your fingers run down his torso, watching his muscles clench and flex beneath his pale skin.

He doesn’t stop you.

He hardens underneath you, hissing with pleasure when your hand wraps around his cock, pumping him slowly, his neck contracts as desperate whines slip from his mouth.

“Please - don’t tease me, Princess”

You look at him with a mischievous glimmer, his tone igniting something buried deep. Something barely exposed. Fingers tighten around his rapidly hardening length, achingly ready. Shuddered, frantic little breaths spill from his lips.

The amount of trust he is affording you right now, does not go unnoticed.

And as much as you want to tease him though, you cannot find it in yourself to, when he’s being so vulnerable with you.

Later maybe.

“Alright” you smile, now having stroked him to full hardness, his length swollen, aching for fulfillment.

“But only because you asked so nicely”

It was easy to get dressed and get everything together, except for Aemond. Once the morning had passed, your old bedroom hot and humid with sex, Aemond was reduced to wearing his dried and musty smelling clothes he’d been sodden in the previous day.

It was still drizzly outside as you pulled the door shut, having left a note inside for El when she inevitably got back from her Dad’s. But luckily, Aemond had parked his car down the street, so there was no need to walk.

You smile somewhat at the notion that Aemond only had an idea of where you lived. Hastily parked his car and knocked on every single door, just to find your apartment.

There's those flutters again.

Not unlike Aemond, his car is pristine. Spotless inside and out. Not that you expected any less.

If it was any other day, it'd be a normal drive.

But your nerves were higher than they'd ever been before. And Aemond had noticed the incessant bouncing of your leg.

The hand that was previously on the gear stick shifts to your knee, squeezing gently.

"I called Mum. Otto isn't there. And he won't come back, okay?"

You look over, seeing his gaze solely on the road, but his thumb circling the inner part of your leg.

"You sure?..."

He nods, "Course. It's Mum's house, not his"

Point taken.

Your thumbs overlap one another repeatedly, nerves still nibbling at your insides.

“Sorry” you mutter under your breath, “I just don’t want to see him”

Aemond laughs, “You think any of us do?” his hand briefly leaves your knee to change gears, slowing down as the security gate to his house opens with a click.

Seeing the house again, and you hate to say it, but it sets you on edge. It was only yesterday you left, but it seems like a lifetime. And after what happened, it’s like returning to something that won’t be the same, and you won’t know until you’re inside if that’s a good thing or not.

Ping.

Your phone vibrates in your lap.

Was the information suitable? - L.S

Aemond looks over briefly, having heard your phone go off, but his gaze doesn’t linger, letting you tell him if you want to in your own time.

You sigh, thumbs hovering over the screen.

“It’s Larys…” you mumble, swallowing over the lump that forms.

It’s Aemond turn to sigh as he pulls in and pulls up the handbrake.

“Probably wondering why it’s not hit the press yet” he muses, fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

“Why doesn’t he just leak it to the press?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed at Aemond, who returns your question with a shrug.

“I imagine it’s more newsworthy if it doesn’t come from him” he replies, rubbing his temple on the marred side with his fingers, like he has a headache, “It’d cause quite the stir. One of Otto’s employees exposing his wrongdoings…”

Aemond always knows everyone’s ulterior motive, it seems.

You can’t tell if that’s a skill, or a curse. Knowing what everyone is thinking. Being able to guess why a person finds you useful.

You swipe the message away, planning on simply ignoring him.

“You’re not going to reply?” he asks.

“No” you shake your head, “No, I won’t”

Even though Aemond had prepared you in the car, that Otto would most certainly not be inside, nor would ever return, it was still nerve-wracking to step through the doors again and back into the almost clinical feeling of the Targaryen home.

To your surprise though, when you stepped across the threshold, without any screams or cries of relief from Aemond’s family, you felt somewhat calm. You imagine Aemond had pre-warned them to not make such a big deal out of it, and for that, you were extremely grateful.

There were various murmurs from the kitchen, speaking in low voices and obviously unaware of your arrival.

Aemond’s hand on your arm made you jump, you were so distant, the trauma of the day’s past, and what it had all meant, flashed quickly past your eyes.

“We don’t have to practice today, okay?” he said quietly, “do you want a drink?”

You nodded, following him to the kitchen, “I’d also like to talk to your Mum…about everything, if that’s okay”

He seemed confused, but nodded anyway, wondering what it might be you’d want to speak to his Mum about without him.

But he didn’t prod for more information.

In the kitchen, all the children that were home were gathered at the breakfast table, speaking to Alicent in a hushed manner, both Helaena and Aegon’s brows were furrowed. Aegon’s in anger, and Helaena’s with worry. But both softened when their violet, sharp eyes clapped on you in the doorway.

“Gods - you’re back -” Helaena nearly tripped over herself sliding off her stool and making for you, throwing her arms around your neck like she thought you were really, truly gone. It briefly knocks the air out of you, hands hanging in the air. Aemond can’t help but press his lips together, trying not to laugh.

“We missed you” Helaena says with a relieved smile once she pulls away.

“Some of us” Aegon jokes, a smirk pulling at his lips, not revealing his teeth.

You scrunch your nose at him, pulling a face, knowing it’s all in good fun.

Alicent’s sad brown eyes don’t change, as she forces a reassuring smile to her face, “Are you alright?”

You feel Aemond’s hand on the small of your back. Reassuring but at the same time, lighting a fire in your belly.

How does his mere touch do that?

“I’m fine” you say quickly, “I was wondering if we could speak…”

Alicent nods, leaning against the kitchen island.

“...in private”

Quietly, the Targaryen siblings begin to vacate the kitchen. Aemond throws you a small smile, to let you know he is not far if you need him, before being practically dragged out by Helaena, who doesn’t do a very good job of whispering too quietly, ‘did you tell her, did you tell her?’. Only for Aemond to sigh and grumble, ‘Yes, leave me alone’.

Once alone, Alicent slides a mug of tea across the counter to you, which you accept, holding your hands around it, with a smile, looking down at the way the steam ribbons up from the scalding liquid.

“I believe you are owed an apology” Alicent starts.

Shaking your head, “It’s not you who needs to apologise. Not in the slightest”

“In any case” she smiles, like a mother would do, “I apologise”

Alicent inhales deeply, “It is not the first time my father has exercised his power over women” she muses, a mug of coffee in one of her slender fingers, “but I dare say I hope it is the last”

Your fingernails tap on the mug.

“It troubles me, what has been done done to Floris” you start, broaching the subject as carefully as you can, “since I am close to her family I…feel somewhat responsible”

Alicent listens, tucking a stray wavy lock behind her ear, pink lips pressed together.

“Please don’t misunderstand me, I don’t ask this of you, it’s directed at him, but-” you sigh, realising you’re rambling, “-I’d like for him to pay for her medical expenses associated with the accident”

You don’t dare look up at Alicent, knowing how soft, gentle and kind she is, but also fearing she may see you differently.

“In my view, it’s the least he can do, for what happened to her”

“I completely agree” Alicent says quickly, immediately trying to quell any fear of repercussions for asking what you have.

She smiles warmly when you lock eyes, “I do” she reassures once again, her well-manicured nails tapping against her mug, “I’ll call my father tonight. Give him the terms”

You nod, sparing Alicent a small smile, a grateful one.

“Thank you”

After a moment, Alicent sighs sitting down on the stool her daughter was previously propped upon.

“Aemond has expressed he wishes to leave the industry, after the championship” Alicent says, with a layer of sadness to her tone, her deep brown eyes staring as a blank part of the room. As if she is trying, with all her will, not to fall apart.

“I must say I cannot blame him, given all that has happened” she adds, “a small part of me feels terrible, that I might have forced him subconsciously or not into skating, just for him to…come to hate it”

You look down at your mug, knowing she’d see right through you if you lied and said he did enjoy it. Especially when he’d expressed as such in confidence, that he didn’t.

“He’s told me he wants to go to University” Alicent continues.

You breathe relief, that she already knows. That Aemond had already broached this subject.

“Yes, he told me as well”

Alicent smiles at you, warmly.

“I can see you both like each other very much”

Understatement of the year, you think, with a flushed smile.

“Whatever he wants to do, I’ll support” you say, with conviction in your words.

And all his mother has to say in reply is, “thank you”.

The next few days at the Targaryen household were nothing short of strange, in the best way possible.

Without Otto's looming and domineering presence, they seemed much more like the family you saw that evening after the semi-finals. A well-rounded unit.

Happy.

Aegon socialised in the living spaces a lot more, and sometimes watched you and Aemond practise. Though most of the time he'd crinkle his nose at how affectionate his younger brother was being, pretending to gag.

Helaena's relationship with Alicent, previously a little strained, had even improved.

You'd often see them in the kitchen, flicking through the magazine for skating outfits, as Helaena had expressed wanting to enter the Singles competition next year.

It made you happy to see them thrive.

Aegon distancing himself from skating, working on which of his side-hustles he could turn into a proper career.

Helaena pursuing Singles.

And Aemond, though he'd expressed a desire to leave the industry after the final, with the way he approached training now, you'd be mistaken for thinking he loved it.

Larys had tried to email a few more times, wondering why the truth hadn't yet hit the press.

So you blocked him.

And Otto as well. Not like he'd ever try and reach out.

Evenings in the Targaryen household without him were pleasant, almost unbearably so.

Eating at the table was enjoyable.

No tension.

Just laughter and smiles, and Aemond's large hand wrapped over your leg, just above your knee, in a way that never failed to make you squeeze them together.

You'd never wanted someone so incessantly this bad before.

Truthfully, that part sort of daunted you.

To be so overtly, unapologetically sexual with someone, was very new for you. Despite having had conquests, even boyfriends, in the past, nothing felt quite as good as laying down the borders, and unleashing this newly discovered part of you.

Not like Aemomd minded either.

In fact, he certainly didn't.

In the nights since your return, you'd barely stayed in the guest room Alicent originally gave you. Instead, Aemond had invited you into his.

It was largely how you'd imagined it.

Spotless, well-dusted, with various books stacked up, all neat with the spines bended perfectly and uncracked. Noticeably, ordered alphabetically. With various subjects. Philosophy. History. Something he'd expressed interest in when he'd searched King's Landing Uni's Prospectus.

His room felt warm, with earthy tones, and pops of black, much like his clothing.

He explained that although there was a dog bed in his room, Vhagar never came up here anymore.

"Dumb thing can't get up the marble stairs"

Which you'd laughed at.

And then called him 'cute' again when he confessed that sometimes he would carry her, as large and awkward as she was to hold, all the way up to his room when she'd start whining at the bottom of the stairs.

He didn't like being called 'cute'.

But tolerated it.

After training tired you both out, learning the difficult routine for the final, you and Aemond had climbed the staircase groggily and spent more than a few moments in his en-suite.

'Showering'.

It felt wholly intimate, freshly showered, laying in his bed and wearing one of his shirts, which seemed to envelop your body in its entirety to your mid thigh.

Felt nice.

Like a relationship.

It was a bit daunting, in the best way possible.

His bed smelled just like him. His sandalwood aftershave that you were able to catch a whiff of whenever you practised together.

With his pillow tucked under your chin, you smiled at your phone as the messages from El were piling in.

Your eyes flit over to where Aemond is. Standing in front of the mirror in the en-suite. He's pressing a cold cloth to the marred side of his face, where he still sometimes feels a small bit of pain, despite having had his glycerol injections not that long ago.

Before the tour.

He never spoke about his pain. Which was very 'Aemond' of him, you thought.

Fucking bitch. Using that against you.

Your face heats instantly.

"What you smiling about?" Aemond asks, padding over in just his sweatpants, tied at the front, and absolutely nothing else. He slides into his bed next to you with a satisfied groan, hand around your middle to pull you onto your side.

You smile, shooting off a quick message along the lines of 'shut your whore mouth' to El, before turning your head to Aemond, tucking your hips back against his.

"Just talking to El"

His hand squeezes your hip, "Stop. That" he warns, with a deadpan expression.

"What?" You ask innocently, through your eyelashes, trying to bite back a smile.

"Don't you 'what' me. You know exactly what you're doing"

"I have no idea what you're talking about" you smirk, resting your head on the pillow facing the TV.

"Hm" he clicks his tongue in false-annoyance, grabbing the remote. Netflix floods the screen, auto-playing the first thing that comes on, which happens to be Mean Girls. He simply wrinkles his brows and states he's never seen it, trying to ignore the way he's gained a semi-erection merely from the movement of your ass against him.

As the movie progresses, your interest is quickly redirected to your phone, followed by a yawn.

"Am I that boring?" He smirks, his face propped on his palm.

You show him the screen, "been watching some of your Mum's old performances"

He raises an eyebrow, "oh yeah?"

You nod, scrubbing to a particular video, "This one is my favourite. The one where she competed at Highgarden, and she wore green. Pissed the Tyrells right off" you snicker.

Aemond fights the urge to roll his eye, "The Tyrells are a delicate bunch" he muses.

You watch the video of Alicent while Aemond's head moves back to the movie. She was much younger, gracefully owning the ice in her dark green outfit. Looking so happy, so proud of herself.

And it was her last performance.

She was already pregnant by then.

You're struck then with the notion of how similar Alicent and Aegon actually look, with the exception of the colouring, their features are dead on.

Aemond on the other hand, has much sharper features. And a part of you wonders where he gets that from.

Perhaps this elusive sister?

"That is so dumb" Aemond muses.

"What is?"

He scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Netflix recommended this one first cos it's got a scene in it where the main character says 'it's October 3rd'"

You furrow your brows, "And that's dumb why?.."

He gives you an unamused look, clicking on the lock screen of his phone and showing you today's date.

His smirk quirks when he sees how you dissolve into a fit of laughter though. Something in his gaze as he looks down at you, makes you feel as if you're entirely on show, in the nicest possible way.

"What?" You smile with a flushed expression, noticing how he's not looked away.

"Nothing" he shakes his head, "just nice seeing you in my bed"

You tease him, wrinkling your nose, "Don't be so soft, doesn't suit you"

"Oh yeah? What would you prefer then?" He asks, face lighting up into his slightly arrogant, cocky little smirk, his arm tightening over your waist, "for me to be rough?"

You press your lips together and also, unconsciously, your thighs, feeling heat rise from your belly.

But you jut out your chin, trying to hide how warm you suddenly feel.

"I don't think you've got it in you"

His expression manages to change. Instantly from cocky to stoic, serious. His lips flat into a line, eyelids hooded and utterly humourless.

How he usually looked when you first knew him.

You shiver as his hand drops, deft fingers clutching the hem of his own shirt at your thighs and tugs it up until he reaches the hem of your underwear.

He never drops his expression.

He looks almost annoyed. Angry.

So much so you fear that you've actually said something wrong.

"Aemond-"

"Shh.." he interrupts, his other hand hooked around and resting around your neck, pressing the sides, "I'm not in the mood for words"

You gasp as he practically rips your underwear down your legs, not waiting for you to assist him in lifting your hips, he just pulls forcefully until he shucks them off the bed.

The previous prodding warmth in your belly is stoked to a full roaring flame as he reaches up again, dipping between your thighs to cup your pussy in his palm, swiping two digits against your wetness.

It almost makes you jump, pressing your lips together to stifle a moan and your eyes slipping shut as he teases your sensitive bud.

"I'm going to make you regret saying that" he mused, his breath hot against your neck as he continues to tease you, never really dipping beneath your folds to really touch you. Much to your annoyance.

The sound of your slick moving against his fingers has an embarrassed heat rising to your face.

"You see, Princess? How wet you are for me already?" He mutters deeply, "that's your body talking, not your mouth. Just as it should be"

It's so lewd and domineering, the way he speaks, and how easily he can go from 'watching a movie innocent and cuddling in bed' to 'you don't speak until I give you permission'.

You don't know if you've ever been so turned on in your life.

"I don't want to hear a fucking sound from you. Understood?"

Your tummy flutters with anticipation. Like he's dragging you to a place you've never been before.

You nod, no words leaving your lips.

"That's what I fucking thought" your body jolts properly this time, having to sink your teeth into your lip to contain a whine as he gives a firm, hard slap directly to your core.

"Slut" he whispers, "Are you my little slut?"

Your head is empty. Swirling with desire like being in a sauna. All you have the capacity to do is nod to the best of your ability.

"Good girl" he praises, making your stomach roll and breathing hasten.

You desperately tried not to make a single sound as Aemond's digits sank to the hilt inside you, cooking upwards at a new angle with your back against his chest like this. And yet a tiny, miniscule gasp still managed its way past your lips.

If he noticed it, he didn't say anything.

He just started to fuck you with his fingers, quickly, his other fingers tightening around your neck, to watch the hedonistic look on your face.

It was hard to keep quiet.

He dragged his nose over your cheek, making you shiver, "This is mine" he said gruffly, increasing the pace of him pistoning in and out of you.

Not you are mine.

This is mine.

The lewd sounds of your wetness coating his fingers and hand were the only thing you could hear, bar the soft pants of his breath in your ear.

It felt nice to hand over some semblance of control once in a while.

You feel your climax approach embarrassingly quickly, his hand making contact with your clit with every sharp push inside you.

"I can feel you squeezing my fingers - you're going to cum, aren't you -"

Your chest heaves, pleasured tears pricking at your eyes, nodding quickly as he has made it clear that he will not accept a single word or sound from you.

With a displeased grimace, you whine at the loss of contact as he pulls out quickly, robbing you of the impending orgasm loosening the tension in your gut.

"Fucking slut" he grunts, another harsh slap to your pussy jolts you again, sparking pleasured pain through your bud to your core.

You're barely able to bring yourself up from that lull before your body is dragged further down the bed with Aemond's hips on yours. A bolt of arousal burns through you quickly looking up at him on your back, seeing the determined and fixed expression on his face.

"If it gets too much, tell me"

It's brief, his caring nature, but said through such a stoic look still manages to make the ache in your core even stronger.

You nod.

Before anything else, your breath is caught in your chest as his large hands easily wrap around your wrists and push them down to the mattress, either side of your head.

"Keep them there, where I can see them. Don't move"

Completely lost in the feeling of him looming over you like this, his broad shoulders making him from this angle making him feel larger, his muscles hands holding yours down like it's the easiest thing in the world, you completely forget to reply.

"Understood?" He prods, with a low, warning tone.

You nod a few times, swallowing loudly.

"Good"

His hands slide down, taking note that you're doing as he says and keeping your hands beside your head. You hold back a whimper when his large palms cup your breasts, his fingers tugging near-painfully at the flesh, in an action that only makes your nipples harden to his touch.

Your eyes rake over him, now glazed with lust, pupils blown wide. His form is an absolute marvel to look at, lithe, slender at his middle and a soft sheen on his pecs as he moves in the low light. His bedroom only lit by one warm bedside lamp.

He looks so good.

And your tummy flutters with delight, that's he's all yours.

And you're all his.

In this light, the scar that runs down the side of his left side is even softer, calm and flattened since he'd taken care to ease the redness of it beforehand.

He only has a small smattering of hair on his chest, the rest of it underneath his naval, leading temptingly down past the waistline of his sweatpants, darker than the rest of his hair only slightly.

It makes your mouth water.

He doesn't take his shirt off you.

And there's something so dirty and possessive about him fucking you only wearing his shirt.

Like he wants to see you fall apart with nothing but him around you.

Your heartbeat hums through you. Your core aching with desperation for his attention, clit now feeling utterly abandoned, you can't help but move your hips for any contact, even if it doesn't do anything to quell the need.

His hands come to his sweatpants, thumbing them over his hips, "I want to hear you, princess"

Eyes wide with panic, you look over at the closed door just to check.

Aemond beats you to it.

"Door's locked. Hel and Mum are out. Aeg is downstairs"

You're not sure if that relieves you or not.

"I want this to last. And if you do, then you'll do what I say" he nods, one eyebrow raised, questioning you.

So you nod, a blush creeping up to your cheeks from your neck. All prickly and hot, making your skin all over feel sensitive.

You don't know if you'll ever get over the feeling that overcomes you when you see Aemond naked. You'd seen him entirely naked for the first time at the hotel, where you were forced to share a room.

You remember thinking then that it's a crime he has to wear clothes. He looks so good with them off. He is almost statuesque, as if carved from stone with wiry muscle lingering beneath his pale skin.

Now seeing him, your heart flutters faster seeing where the trail of his darkened hair now leads to. Framing the base of his cock, where his thick and long length, hardened and swollen after teasing you, stands proudly with the tip nearly prodding at his navel.

If you'd been allowed to speak, you still would have been speechless.

His knee knocks against yours softly, wordlessly demanding your legs to widen, so he can see your dripping pussy presented before him.

You almost whine in impatience when Aemond strokes himself, not needing to, but smirking down at you and watching the way your eyes never leave him.

Teasing you on purpose.

It makes you want to touch him, knowing you can't.

"You gonna be good for me?" He asks, his voice dropping an octave lower.

Sucking in a breath, you nod, blinking up at him.

Hands finding your bare hips, he chuckles darkly, gaze trained down on you, "you just want me to use you, don't you, princess?"

You observe the way his eye almost glimmers when he says that. The air becomes thick the closer his naked body gets to yours, it's almost suffocating.

"Go on. Say it"

You swallow, suddenly thinking you don't know how to speak. And your voice comes out shaky.

"Yes - yes, I want you to use me -"

You feel a bit embarrassed saying it, but when he taps his swollen cockhead, leaking with arousal against your slick pussy, it's the last thing on your mind.

Your eyes flit down to where he's holding his length, the veins that lay thick on his skin leading from his wrist up to his forearm-

"Yes, what"

What.

Meeting his smug gaze, he can see the shocked expression on your face. Your heart hammers so quickly in your chest, it's like he can hear it.

Fuck.

He'd seen El's message.

There's no inhibitions, just him.

"Yes - daddy - I want you to use me -"

If Aemond could cum from those words alone, he would.

But for the sake of not feeling cruel, and robbing you of an orgasm, he holds back and simply smirks. Not able to hide the ego boost it gives him, with the tip of one side of his lips.

Without another word, he teases his cockhead through your folds only once, not even giving you time to contemplate he might tease you even more, before leaning forward and spearing you onto his cock, sinking fully inside you in one, surprisingly quick motion.

It catches you off guard, the sudden stretch, the sensation of being filled so quickly. Aemond's fingers dig into your hips, as if for dear life, and pulls you to him, as if there's any way you could be closer.

Aemond simply grunts, " - fuck, baby, you're so tight around my cock - you like being filled like that? - open your eyes for me -"

You do, with effort, as he says, rewarded by the way he looks so happy with himself, sank to the hilt inside of you like that.

“Keep them on me, princess. I don’t like asking twice”

Excitement has you tightening around him again, a fire burning bright in your belly at this dynamic. Sure, there’d been previous partners. They’d done similar things, talked dirty, tried to be overtly dominant in bed. But it always felt forced. And yes, you played it up, tried to take some enjoyment out of it.

But this was completely natural. And it was thrilling.

Barely giving you enough time to adjust to his size, making good on his word, Aemond pulls all the way out, his gaze looking between you to watch how you coat his dick in arousal and pushes all the way back in with a harsh smack. And then another.

Your moans come out almost strained at the pace Aemond sets, each one punctuated with a low grunt, the large expanse of his hands grasping tightly at your hips for leverage to fuck himself into you quickly.

It makes your head feel like it’s full of water, unable to think.

The sensation of his thick length stretching your walls makes you briefly forget, and your hands drag up his forearms and grip tightly.

“No” Aemond grunts, his hands leaving your hips to pin your wrists back to the bed, pressing hard as he continues the relentless snapping of his hips, “Don’t touch - I’m the one who gets to you touch you - that’s it -”

You don’t mean to.

You really don’t mean to.

But you whine at the demand, wanting nothing more than to touch him, feel him.

And there’s that expression again.

"Fucking brat - rolling your eyes at me -" he gruffs, pulling out of you swiftly and flipping you over onto your front, barely giving you time to think. Pain blooms on your ass as Aemond's palm makes contact with it, your core throbbing with want again now that he's not inside you anymore.

"Aemond-"

"Did I say you could talk?" He barks back in a commanding voice, making your lips press together again. You feel his cock heavy on the curve of your ass as he leans over you, one hand under you to prop you up onto your knees with your legs still squeezed together.

"Forgetful as well?" He asks, his other hand snaking around your neck to lift your face to him, "I don't think that's what you called me earlier, was it? - Open -"

His fingers grip your face hard, prompting you, and with a flushed face you obey, parting your lips and moaning low when you feel him spit directly onto your waiting tongue. It sends a bolt of humiliation through you that throbs right where you need him most, where he's so close.

You swallow without being prompted.

"See, so you can be good for me" he muses, a smirk playing on his lips as he shoves your head down into the pillows, leaning back to admire the colour he's made on your ass cheeks in the shape of his hand.

You're thankful for the pillows as he plunges back into you again, muffling your choked moan into the fabric, the angle making it all feel so much deeper than before. Sure, he'd fucked you in the dressing room bent over the vanity. But with your legs pressed together and your spine curved upwards, Aemond hits that sweet spot inside you with infuriating accuracy.

"Fuck - can't believe we've not fucked in my bed before - I'm tempted to keep you here, just like this -"

You can't help but moan at his words, as loud as you will allow yourself to with Aegon still lurking somewhere in the house. You have to admit, the memory foam comes in handy, you can barely hear anything but the slap of moist skin hitting each other and Aemond's low groans of pleasure.

Your gut tightens dramatically, ready to burst at any time. Pressing your lips together, with hands fisting the bedsheets, you try to move your hips in accordance with his, craving extra friction where you can.

Slap.

"Such a needy slut - making such a mess on me -" his gaze is trapped to when you are joined, his hips making your ass ripple with every harsh thrust. Watching in pure adoration as your arousal makes a creamy ring at the base of his cock.

"Just my little fucktoy aren't you, princess - fuck - I can feel you squeezing me, baby -" he speaks like he's struggling to hold breath, constantly using his energy to push back inside you over and over.

"Say it, baby - come on -"

" - mm, fuck I'm gonna cum - please, daddy, I need it -"

It falls from your lips so naturally, not able to handle another denial to hit your peak, mind clouded with desire and need the more his fat cockhead bullies your g-spot.

Aemond's hips become sloppy, clearly arriving at the precipice himself, though he'd hate to see how badly he's losing control right now.

" - ah, fuck - princess -"

You swear your vision blurs for a good few seconds as your orgasm harder than you swear you have in your life, warmth flooding your lips, sending shockwaves straight to your bud. It's so intense, you're not even able to make a sound, just completely overwhelmed as Aemond continues to pound into you.

" fuck-"

You gasp at the loss of him, moaning breathily when you feel warm ropes of cum on your backside, painting your skin with his creamy spend.

The only sound he makes, is a strained whine that lasts a few seconds, but it's the prettiest sound you've ever heard.

Your body feels almost oversensitive, as Aemond drags his cock back down over your ass, painting a line with what remains and slowly pushes one more time into you with a lewd, wet sound, smearing his cum over your bud before he does. He's softened slightly since, but the stretch still makes you whimper, your core feeling utterly used and overstimulated.

He regains his breath for a moment once he pulls out, the mattress rising as he gets off it. Your eyelashes flutter against the pillow, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart and the trembling aftershocks of your orgasm still ringing through you.

So it makes you jolt when you feel a warm washcloth on you.

"Sorry.." he whispers in a softened voice, continuing until he feels you are entirely clean, before sinking beneath the bedsheets and covering you with them.

Aemond quickly falls back into his normal self, the usual caring, soft and loving person you’ve grown to love. Your heavy eyes open to look up at him, laying beside you in bed, his hand stroking your hair and tucking a wayward strand behind your ear.

You smile at the flush on his pale cheeks.

“Too much?” he asks, a flash of insecurity passing his face.

You shake your head quickly, “No, not at all” you answer softly, pressing a kiss to the cleft of his nose to reassure him, “If it was I would have said”

Feeling a little better, he spares an embarrassed smile that warms your heart, looking down at your intertwined fingers.

“So” he speaks after a beat, biting back a grin when your eyes meet again, “daddy, huh?”

You screw up your face, “Shut up” your voice muffled by your hand over your face, trying to hide your burning cheeks. Aemond simply laughs, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to your forehead.

He teases you about it for the rest of the evening.

That is until you clamber atop him later on, and show him that two can play at that game.

He can’t deny it though, he loves that too.

Shockingly, you and Aemond manage to part from his bed every now and then to actually practise the routine.

The routine was perfected, and you’d begrudgingly received the agenda from Otto’s email address about what your outfits would be.

Aemond, as usual, was going to wear black.

You expected to wear white, as you always had. But for some reason, black had also been chosen for you as well. You recall Aemond raising his eyebrow at it, thinking it odd.

Your nose wrinkles with disgust at the thought of wearing something Otto has told you to wear.

But you supposed you had no choice.

For the past few days, in between practice, you’d spend the majority of time in Helaena’s room, making good use of her sewing machine. With the finals looming, your heart barely slowed down, your leg barely unable to cease its twitching with the nerves. Fixing the hems of the garments so they fell in the right spot was a good way to distract yourself, you mused.

“Busy?”

You look up over the machine. Aegon leans against the doorway, a toothy grin on his face as his eyes flit down to the fabric you have on your lap, raising an amused eyebrow.

“Extremely” you reply, pressing on the pedal again.

“Didn’t know you were so skilled at sewing” he says teasingly, taking a few steps into the room.

“I have many talents, Aegon”

“So I’ve heard. Multiple times”

Your cheeks burn, averting your eyes to the project laid in front of you.

Fuck.

Aegon chuckles, “It’s alright. I was worse with the girls I had over. Only fair that my little bro has a turn”

You shook Aegon a warning glance, biting back a smile.

“You know it was pretty gratifying, seeing Otto get knocked down a few pegs” he mutters, “funny as well”

Laughing through your nose, you snip the fabric with some scissors.

“Thank you”

Now that’s the last thing you thought you’d hear from Aegon.

“For what?”

He shrugs, seemingly embarrassed by how vulnerable he’s being. So Aemond and Aegon do share traits.

“Sticking up for Mum” he continues, “and all of us”

This time, it’s impossible to hold back the smile, “The best is yet to come in regards to that”

Aegon narrows his eyes, suspiciously, but smirking at the same time. Amused.

“I’m glad you and Aemond are doing what you want” you add, “and Hel. But that’s your guys’ achievements, not mine”

Aegon rolls his eyes, faking a gag, “Fucking softie”

But he does give you one last, grateful smile as he leaves, his eyes once again dropping to the fabric in your lap, eyes glimmering with mischief.

Ping.

And you know then you’ve made the right choice.

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I Took Your Keys, It Was Me - Part 5

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Words: 5.3k

A/N: part 5 of this series is finally here. I’m considering this to be the last one so I really hope you enjoy 🖤🤍

When you awoke, the pillow beneath your head had shifted, and Noah was no longer by your side. Sleepily, you look around. The sun was not long up, light shining in low beams of gold through the window.

When you write yourself fully, there was a small clattering in the kitchen. When you turn, you see Noah, lifting spoonfuls of a milky cereal into his mouth, some of which misses and plops back into the bowl. With a grin, he looks at you.

“Good morning sunshine,” he places the bowl on the counter, wiping a drip from his chin. The innocent nickname made your heart swell. “How did you sleep?”

He stood casually shirtless, leaning backward, his hips in line with the countertop. The tattoos that decorated all of his chest and stomach looked like they could be in a gallery. There were ones where the symbolism seemed obvious, but there were so many that sparked new questions.

You rub at one eye sleepily as a yawn escapes your lips, eyes eventually averting from ogling at his tattoos.

“Like a log, actually” you say tagged with a small laugh. Noah smiles in response and turns to place his bowl in the sink, then walks towards you swiftly. He leans down and lands a small kiss on your forehead, smoothing down some of your erratic hairs splayed everywhere with a gentle rub of his thumb.

“Would it be okay if I use your shower?” he asks politely.

“Of course, towels are just around the corner,” you gesture to the cupboard, and Noah soon disappears, the sound of water falling in the bathroom soon follows.

You take this opportunity to find your phone, which had been thoughtfully plugged in by Noah. You assume that you fell asleep long before he did. When you unlock it, you see a plethora of messages from your friend. Instead of replying to them all, you decided to just call her.

It took two rings, and then she was there.

“TELL ME EVERYTHING” she demanded. You couldn’t help but laugh at her brashness.

“He took me home, looked after me, and now he’s currently in my shower” you giggle. You felt like a school girl the way you were talking about Noah. It felt like the butterflies in your stomach were doubling by the second.

“And how are you feeling?” she then asked in a more serious tone.

“Better. I don’t think any of these injuries are that serious. Just a bit of a knock around and some intense bruises. I’ll be fine” you state calmly.

She hmphs in response.

“I’ll never forgive you for not telling me about Noah. But, regardless, tell me about EVERYTHING that has happened. How many dates? Have you kissed? Have you slep-”

“So many questions!” you interject, holding your hands up defensively even though she couldn't see you. You knew exactly where she was going with that.

“Well?”

“A few dates. I’ve met most of the band and crew, they are all so lovely. We made out last night, but it was too painful to take it any further. And that’s it. You’re up to date.”

“Take it further?” She pressed.

“You know exactly what I mean”

“No, I don’t. Please enlighten me”

“My chest and ribs were in too much pain so I had to pull back”

“Good on you for knowing when it was too much, but how did he react? Was he mad?”

The assumption made you wince a little, feeling like you needed to defend him.

“He was apologetic, actually. He was happy to stop. Didn’t want to hurt me.” Your tone was a little more serious now.

“Okay. So now what?” She asked. And that was a great question. Now what?

Now what, in terms of labels for you two, or now what, as in what’s the plan for today?

Your mind raced back to the conversation late last night, the one of Noah taking you to one of his shows.

“He’s driving me to their show tonight, and then driving me back. I think he’s worried I’ll hurt myself by overdoing it if I’m alone” you laugh at the absurdity. It wasn’t like you had lost any limbs or broken any bones.

“He sounds sweet” your friend coos.

“He is.” The sound of the water shutting off in the bathroom makes your heartbeat pick up the pace.

“I promise I’ll keep you up to date with anything else” you say, and then the two of you quickly say your goodbyes.

When Noah walks back into the room, you look up from your phone after going through all of your messages. His towel is hitched low on his hips, beads of hot water still clinging to his body. Steam trailed up into the air almost like a metaphor for how hot he looked at this moment.

His eyes were slightly bloodshot, dark irises looking straight into your soul, hair was slick and stuck down to his forehead, and you didn’t even dare let your eyes wander to the slight lump just beneath where the towel covered his body.

“I don’t exactly have a spare set of clothes, would it be okay if I used your machine to clean these ones?” The politeness was astounding, and the gentleness of which he asked made you become a little woozy.

“Yeah, of course, it’s down this way-“ you begin to stand, ignoring the fire inside of you when you flex your abdominal muscles. Noah noticed the slight wince and swiftly held his hand in your shoulder.

The strength of his grip was so controlled, nowhere near his full potential, but firm enough to know he wasn’t playing around.

“You need to stay seated and take it easy,” just as you begin to argue, he continues. “Doctors orders.”

You stare at him, hands grasping at the sofa’s fabric. Noah lifts an eyebrow at you, as though egging you on to continue, but you huff and fall back in defeat.

Noah grins, triumphantly at that, and then turns on his heels and around the corner again, the sound of the washing machine clunking to life echoes down the hallway after a few moments.

The following hours repeat much the same as that you have just experienced. Beginning a task, Noah firmly reminding you ‘doctor's orders,’ and then proceeding to act like a full time carer.

Lunch? Ordered and delivered.

Dishwasher? Unpacked and mostly out away correctly.

Rubbish? Taken out.

The only thing Noah couldn’t do for you was use the restroom on your behalf, even if he had tried to argue with you about it.

You shift and begin to stand, Noah immediately standing in front of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I need to pee, Noah.” You say bluntly, struggling to find an angle that didn’t hurt to pull yourself up.

Noah, although disgruntled, offers you his hands and helps pull you to a stand. Instead of letting you go, he instead traps you in his arms.

“This isn’t helping” you state, but didn’t even dare try and get out of his embrace. He didn’t respond, instead, kept you in his arms for a moment longer. When he did release you, he couldn’t keep his eyes from you as you turned to walk away.

Your business in the bathroom didn’t take long, but when you walked back to the living room, Noah was standing, pacing slowly around the room, his phone held to his ear.

“I don’t know why this is an issue now? You were fine with it earlier?” He argued down the line. He looked like an unimpressed mother the way he stood with one hand on his hip, leaning on one leg more than the other.

He didn’t meet your gaze when you entered, so you assume it’s none of your business. Instead, you return to your seat on the lounge and focus as much as you can on the tv.

“Fine. I’ll make it work. I’ll be there” he huffed, as though in defeat, and then hung up.

“So turns out,” he fell back onto the sofa next to you, bouncing slightly as he landed, “that we need to be there earlier than expected.”

You nod in response.

He continued, “there’s some media who want to do an interview with the whole band. I guess I gotta be there for that”

“I guess you gotta be there for that” you echo playfully.

With Noah’s new schedule for the evening, it meant you had to leave much sooner than expected. Time passed quickly and soon enough you were both in the car and not far from your destination.

The car ride was pleasant, filled with easy conversations, some karaoke sing-a-longs, and even now and then some comfortable silence.

Upon arriving, there was some chaos occurring at the rear of the venue, but Noah didn't seem phased. He coolly parked the car, helped you out of the seat by offering a gentlemanly hand, and then walked towards the hustle and bustle, all the while still holding a firm grip on your hand, like he was scared you would trip and fall.

Through the doors was a labyrinth of endless hallways, ominous doors and flickering lights. Windows were few and far between, but you put that down to the ambient design of the live music venue.

Noah led you effortlessly, unravelling the puzzle of the hallways, gracefully slipping between small gatherings of people, until he came to his desired door.

Along the way, Noah explained that the interview process always felt so forced and unnatural to him. The questions were always premeditated, rehearsed, and disingenuous.

“It’s always the same thing. ‘How are you feeling about tonight’s show? When is new music coming out? Any collabs on the horizon?’. Always trying to get a scoop of drama or intel.” Noah seemed frustrated already, but it was with a steady breath, he twisted the handle and entered the room.

The lights were so bright they almost burned your retinas. Squinting as Noah led you into the room, your eyes adjusted to see a flurry of people. Cameras being set up, mics and more lighting being rigged. The rest of the band sat on a tan sofa. Folio, Ruffilo, Jolly, and then an empty space. Closest to the empty space sat an armchair of a matching colour. Sat there was a man dressed plainly, T-shirt and jeans, who was too engrossed in something on their phone to pay any attention to the room around them.

Folios leg bounced up and down rhythmically, like he was practising a kick drum pattern for the show tonight. Ruffilo and Jolly were in a quiet conversation, throwing a casual head nod to Noah as he entered the room.

Noah looked around, finding a chair off to the side with a pile of equipment and cables on it. He relocated said like to the floor, ignoring the disgruntled look of media, and offered you the seat.

“You’ll get a good view of the whole thing here” he said pointing over his shoulder and the interview set up, “but it shouldn’t take too long.”

He hesitated a moment, and let go of your hand as you sat. He offered you a sweet grin, then turned to take his place on the sofa.

You saw Jolly nudge his elbow into Noah’s side as he sat, the menagerie of people beginning to take their places and roll cameras.

Watching the professional personas take over was fascinating. The way the band effortlessly discusses their answers to the meagre at best questions made the whole process very entertaining. Whether they knew it or not, they took turns in giving their responses, and would nod and hum approvingly if each other's answers. There was a chemistry between them all, like an unspoken language, where they just got each other.

It was 10 or so minutes in, the bland pleasantries long gone, and now the harder hitting questions were being asked.

“What do these records look like compared to your previous works?”

“Any plans to leave your current label once the contract is done?”

“Will your relationships become a distraction from the production of your new music?”

The interviewer was hammering them. He was digging for the details. Looking for the next juicy scoop.

But, it was that last question that echoed in your head.

Relationship?

Noah leaned back in his seat, arm was now resting along the back of the sofa. He took his time, considering the words he would use, how he could dance around this question but still give a satisfactory answer.

Well, that’s what you thought. You expected him to avoid discussing his relationships, let alone you, at any cost. What even were the two of you? There had been no discussion of what you were, only that you had been spending a lot of time together. Surely he wouldn’t let the world know that.

“I'm not distracted. I'm perfectly capable of maintaining my relationship and still producing a kick-ass record. I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we’re in the best place to actually live our lives currently.” Noah takes a moment, a fleeting glance in your direction, and then goes back to his answer.

“We’re lucky to have such good people surrounding us, if anything it’s going to help motivate us even more.”

It was for the most fleeting of moments, but Noah caught your gaze. His eyes flickered to yours almost like it was the reassurance you didn’t know you were looking for, that he was talking about you. You barely even noticed Jolly continuing on from Noah’s answer.

“We surround ourselves with good people, so only good things can come from that.” The rest of the band were nodding in agreement.

The man asking the interview questions, whose name you found out to be Tim, looked ecstatic. He had a hook into the personal lives of this otherwise mysterious band, and he wasn’t going to let go of it that easily.

“Noah, how do you think your audience will react to your new taken status?”

Noah rolled his eyes, removing his arm from the back of the lounge and leant forward on his knees. He held the microphone in one hand, the other waving too and fro to help emphasise his statements.

“Look, the thing I think people need to remember is that I’m a human that has a life. Shocking, I know. Yes, my music means a lot to me. Does that mean it’s the only thing in my life? No. People can think whatever they want, I can’t control that. What I can control, and what we will continue to do, is to put everything we’ve got into making music we enjoy.”

Beautifully, he had dodged the question.

Tim wasn’t happy.

“What does the rest of the band think?” He gestured his hand towards Folio.

“Doesn’t change our lives” he said with a shrug.

Tim grunted, then locked eyes with Ruffilo.

“It’s true. I think most people wouldn’t have even known if you didn’t bring it up in this interview” Rufilo stated calmly, throwing the drama back into Tim.

Clearly dissatisfied with this topic now, Tim moved into something else. The interview was quickly wrapped up mere minutes later. With the cameras now turned off, Tim, now out of the room, Folio, Jolly, Noah and Ruffilo all stood, stretching and heading for the door.

Noah glanced over his shoulder and waved you towards him, slinging his arm over your shoulder and leading you out of the room with him.

“That seemed like fun” you say to the group as they saunter towards the green room.

“One of the less painful ones recently,” Jolly responded.

“He didn’t want to let up with the relationship shit,” Ruffilo commented. You noticed the hint of annoyance on his voice, feeling a sense of guilt creep into the pit of your stomach.

“He’ll be happy with what he got,” Noah chimed in, guiding you into a new empty room of the venue.

You didn’t bring up anything else about the interview out of fear. Fear of adding unnecessary stress, of causing any more tension, and honestly you just didn’t want to be a problem.

You began to watch the flurry in front of you. It was like a well oiled machine the way they choreographed their warm ups. Taking turns for sound check, leaving for periods of time to set up gear, practising their instruments and vocals. This was second nature to them. That interview? Long gone from their worries, so you tried to do the same as best you could.

Noah was always in two places at once, looking like he was working on a thousand things, ticking them off from a mental checklist.

Checking, rechecking, and checking equipment a third time. He was meticulous. His eye for detail, from how the cables were taped down, the placement of the set lists, even observing the light show from various corners of the venue. Everything he did had a purpose, but the way he spoke wasn't demanding. Instead, his cool demeanour helped portray his vision, and the crew knew exactly how to translate that into their craft.

An hour has passed before you knew it, and the energy in the room shifted. More and more people started to filter through the rear of the venue, and soon enough what looked like the whole lineup for the evening's entertainment filled the greenroom.

You have been to plenty of shows before, seen many bands live, but this was a new experience for you. There was a strange sense of familiarity to it all as you walked onto the main floor, into a wide open space with the stage lit up, barred off only by a flimsy barricade.

It just looked so empty. The calm before the storm. The quiet echoes of voices started to grow louder as a small gathering of the crew entered into the room. You immediately felt out of place then, looking sheepishly to the floor and stepping in the opposite direction from where they were coming.

“Wait up!” A voice calls out, but you keep walking, thinking it was for someone else.

“Jeez, you walk quickly. Hang on Key Girl” you heard again, only then glancing over your shoulder. Miles half-jogged to you. “It’s good to see you again,” he said, then turned to look at the stage. “It’s pretty unreal, isn’t it”.

You admired the screens which rolled through different graphics, colours flooding onto the polished timber floors.

“I wanted to see it all from this point of view before everyone else came in,” you admit.

“So he’s got you watching from the side stage? Left or right?” Miles questioned. You didn’t exactly know what he was on about.

“I have no idea,” is your response, paired with a shaky, nervous laugh.

“He thinks his left side is his good side. If he says watch him from stage left, let me know” Miles comments with a wink.

Before you’re able to question him further on it, his name is called and he is gone, leaving you baffled.

“Doors open in 10!” Is loudly called from one end of the room, and immediately people are moving about. You see this as your sign to head back to the greenroom and prepare for the tsunami of people about to bust through those doors.

Lo and behold, the 10 minutes are up, and people are pouring into the once empty room. There is an excited chatter amongst everyone there as the place lights up from the beaming faces of the audience.

After straying from him for some time, Noah found you in a slight panic.

“Are you okay? Everything okay? Your injuries oka-“

“I’m okay. Good. Great even” you interject. Noah nods, your response not calming his jitters. It wasn’t you he was panicked about.

“What’s going on?” You ask, instinctively placing a hand to rest on his tattooed forearm. He was warm and you could feel his heartbeat pulsing quickly.

“Talk to me” you ordered, and Noah’s eyes met yours. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, and lets out the air steadily.

“Remember the interview?” He asks, and it’s the first time since you were there that you thought of it. “I should have spoken to you first. I’m sorry. I didn’t think he would put it out so quickly. I shouldn’t have looked at the comments. I should have signed off.”

“What are you on about Noah?”

He looks sheepish then, avoiding your gaze and pulling your hand into his. He led you to a beaten up sofa in the corner of the greenroom. As you sat, the small crowd in there were murmuring, throwing quick glances in your direction.

Noah goes through something on his phone, bringing up links through different social apps, before offering it to you.

You take the phone, but instead of looking at the screen, you watch the way he buries his face in his hands. His long fingers tap anxiously as he leans forward onto his elbows.

“I’m sorry. I think I fucked up” he grumbles into his hands, barely audible. “Please don’t hate me.”

“Noah, you’re acting like you killed someone” you joke, but he doesn’t respond. So you look at the screen. You see a YouTube video loaded and a very familiar scene.

From what you saw mere hours ago, it was already uploaded into the digital world.

“I’m struggling to see what the issue is here” you bump your shoulder to his, and he finally sits upright. He takes the phone from his hand and swiftly fast forwards to the near end of the video, and passes it back.

The video played, the interview ended, and a new scene of Tim appeared on the phone. Perplexed, you turn the volume up.

“You heard it here first, Noah Sebastian is off the market” he said, speaking jovially to the camera. “Accompanied by his girlfriend this afternoon, Sebastian seems to be pretty confident that nothing will change, but I want to know what his fans think.”

What happened next made your heart drop - a photo of your side profile with a small smile on your face graced the phone screen. Noah groaned and put his face back into the palms of his hands as he leant back into the sofa.

The video continued to divulge information, from your name, hometown, even your age. Hearing it all spoken by this stranger online sounded alien, you needed to go back and watch it again.

You recognise the scene in the photo, the same room the interview took place in. You can just make out the back of a camera pointing in the opposite direction of you. Someone had sneakily taken your photograph while the interview was taking place. They were on to you before you even knew what was going on.

Watching it a third time, hearing your name clearly stated once again, made the severity of the situation clear. Your secret was out. People know your face now. Your friends and family didn’t even know this much yet. But most importantly, Noah’s girlfriend?

“I didn’t see them take that photo” Noah mumbles, still hiding behind his hands. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured. This fucker fucked that up. I’m so sorry.”

“Are you sorry that they got a bad angle of me?” You whisper, tugging at his arm in an attempt to release his face.

His arm drops and he looks at you quizzically.

“I don’t get it” he stares blankly, blinking as if to clear up your statement.

“I would have preferred to have better lighting” you joke, handing him back his phone. Everything inside you was panicking, screaming even to worry about this. But what was there to worry about?

People won’t like you for it, sure. But you’re not alone. Was it 100% true? You didn’t know, but that didn’t matter. What did matter was Noah and how he had got himself into a panicked state. He needed you to be calm, to help him be calm.

“Why aren’t you mad at me?”

The small gathering of people fell into a quiet, barely audible whisper. People sneakily peered in your direction, watching what unfolded between the two of you.

“Tim seems like an asshole, sure, but why would I be mad at you?”

“I just outed you to the world” Noah states matter-of-factly.

Failing to find the words, because although technically true, it wasn’t your fault, you offer him a shrug.

“And you’re not mad about it.” Noah concludes. The people in the room now being less obvious of their eavesdropping. You glance in their direction, and just like a cartoon they all scurry to appear busy. One even picked up a broom.

Your eyes are back to Noah’s looking significantly less panicked now. His state slowly became more himself.

“I’m more curious,” he admits.

“About what” he was quick with his answer.

You hesitate, but need answers.

“The girlfriend thing.”

He pauses, eyes darting between your pupils, waiting for you to look away. You don’t.

“Would you?”

“Would I what?” You press. A smile cracks on his face.

“You’re going to make me ask like we’re teenagers?”

“Damn right” you remark. His smile grows bigger.

“Would you be my girlfriend?”

“What did you mean earlier when you said ‘I should have signed off’?”

“What?” Noah stammers out. Clearly not the response he was waiting for.

“You said…,” you paused to clear your throat. “‘I shouldn’t have looked at the comments. I should have signed off.’” You look at him expectantly. His eyes widen and a light pink graces his cheeks. He begins to chew at his bottom lip and the panic starts to return.

“I… uh…” his hand raises and he rubs at the back of his neck as he looks at the wall opposite you. “Replied to some comments. Online.” He pulls a face that screams ‘I think I said something I shouldn't have’, but also one that seems smug and almost proud of himself.

“Youuuuuu didn’t.” you gasp. Knowing his history of snide comments online, things can get unhinged real quick. “What did you say?”

Noah stands and paces the room with his arms held behind his back. It looks like he is about to defend himself when people walk back into the room. The privacy of this conversation flew out the window.

Noah was taken by surprise by the sudden uprising of people in the room, standing still and watching more people walk briskly in his direction.

“Dude. Love that you’re sticking up for her. But come on.” Ruffilo states, emphasising his points with his hands. He meant no harm, but Noah was starting to get flustered.

“What else was I supposed to do?” Running his hands through his hair now, he checked the time on his phone. Folio came to his side, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“Fuck ‘em. It’s hardly the worst thing you’ve ever tweeted.” Folio seemed unfazed by this whole thing.

The comments continued to be thrown around about how they are going to handle the situation. You used the distraction to check it out for yourself. Trying your best to filter through the comments about you, you sought the Bad Omens page and saw recent replies to some comments.

Noah was defending you, putting people in their place after throwing out allegations, making memes of the photograph they used of you, and blatantly spreading rumours.

Noah, being the cool ‘I don’t use social media’ guy he is, instantly jumped into it.

There were only a handful, but the casualness of how he owned the word ‘girlfriend’ made you blush a little.

‘At least I have a girlfriend’ was one.

‘This is why we can’t have nice things’ was another.

‘Let me know when someone can finally stand your bullshit’ was the last.

Each response was calling people out, and his sassy replies were finally putting people in their place.

You scrolled through the thread reacting to his comments. And by some miracle, people were getting it. Their attitude began to change, albeit small.

Subtly as you can, you put your phone away and walk over to Noah, whine seemed to be putting up his walls as he argued with his crew.

“Look, what’s done is done!” Jolly spoke diplomatically, trying and failing to speak over the rising tide of voices.

They all looked exasperated and lost, clearly having no idea what to do. You went to Noah’s side and loosely wrapped an arm around his back, hitching a grip onto his waste. He instinctively hung an arm around your shoulders which he rubbed his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose.

“You guys are really worked up over this, huh” you comment. Seeing their expressions falter to confusion confirmed your point.

“You’re strangely calm for being the epicentre of the storm,” Ruffilo laughed. It was the first time he cracked a smile since he walked in the room.

You offer a shrug in response. “Took the pressure off of me announcing it to the world.”

And for the first time, they all seemed to agree.

Noah pulls you closer to him, wrapping both his arms around your shoulders, and buried his head into your hair. You can feel light kisses being peppered into your head.

“Thank you” he murmurs loud enough for only you to hear.

“Is there always this much drama before you play a show?” You ask, and they chuckle.

You had succeeded and their guards were coming down. It didn’t take long before everyone was acting like themselves once again.

You couldn’t help but notice how Noah didn’t leave your side. Whether or not you thought it was because he still thought your injuries were worse than they really were, or that with this newfound relationship that he didn’t want to leave your side; you weren’t complaining.

Whether it be hovering his palm on the small of your back to help guide you through the hallways, offering to buy you a drink, shifting his weight and adjusting his posture any time you started to fidget by his side. It was all those small, thoughtful gestures that really made you see what kind of person he was like.

He cared for the small things, the things that would most usually go unnoticed. The straw he got for your drink, when he held the door open for you walking into any room, even the sweet glance thrown your way when he was across the room and you were mid-conversation with Jolly just to make sure your leg wasn’t bouncing with nerves again.

It just felt right.

Before you knew it, the time had come for the main act to start. Opening bands had been and gone, and the headliner was up next. The crowd sounded amped up, a thrill running through the air like electricity. The band had choreographed this, and had begun their walk down the runway. Red and white lights were beaming and twirling around the stage, the screens cycling through a cacophony of images and digital artefacts.

Just as Noah was about to walk on stage, clutching his ski mask in one hand, he looked at you with admiration. He grasped the sides of your face in his big hands and planted a kiss tenderly to your lips. You learnt into it, lingering in the fleeting moment of his warmth, almost making you feel lightheaded and swoony. When he pulled back, all too soon, he had a new sparkle in his eye.

“Watch me from stage left tonight” he ordered. Pressing a kiss on your forehead, he slipped the mask on and jogged to the stage, throwing you a wink before he fell into character for the night's entertainment.

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imthebadguyyy · 7 months

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Hold Me In Your Arms Tonight

pairing : steve rogers x reader

fandom : marvel

synopsis : steve comes home from a mission, and all he wants is to be wrapped up in your warmth and in your arms.

a/n : i just wanted to write something tender and sweet and smutty so here ya go

warnings : smut

the usual murmur of the quinjet had dulled, into a thick and heavy silence. as the machine soared through the night sky, the avengers found themselves in a rare moment of quietude after a particularly intense mission.

the air inside the jet hung heavy with a mix of exhaustion, and tension.

tony as usual, was the first to break the deafening silence. reclining, in his seat, his signature smirk missing commented, "well, that was fun, wasn't it? remind me to thank fury for these vacations."

natasha, sitting across from him, raised an eyebrow, one hand pressing an ice pack to the indigo bruise blooming on her wrist.

"now's really not the time" she muttered, eyes gesturing towards steve, who looked the picture of defeat.

the mission had started promisingly and could have been regarded as an amateur operation. intel suggested a hydra base operating in a remote location, with plans for a powerful biological weapon that could endanger innocent lives.

steve and tony had decided that the entire team didn't have to come, so the two of them with natasha and thor had suited up and gone, leaving bruce, wanda, clint you and sam to wait in the compound. they had what they thought was a meticulous plan to infiltrate and neutralize the threat.

until they actually reached the base.

as the team breached the compound, it had become evident that hydra was one step ahead. the entire facility was a trap, a carefully orchestrated ambush. waves upon waves of highly trained soldiers overwhelmed the avengers, forcing them into a chaotic retreat, that had left most of them nursing minor injuries.

"we didn't know cap" nat said, looking at the simmering anger in steve's eyes.

steve didn't lift his eyes off the spot he was focusing at on the wall.

"they knew we were coming. how the hell did they know?" thor asked, slamming mjolnir down in the ground.

tony muttered something along the lines of "our intel was compromised" but steve didn't care.

as the silhouette of the avengers compound came into view and natasha heaved a quiet sigh of relief.

she knew that the only person who would be able to calm steve and get through to him was you, and that you'd be the only person he'd ever open up to a 100%

with a hum, the jet landed, and the four trooped out, to see an awaiting maria hill, a grim furrow in her brow.

"cap we need a debrief on the-" her words died on her tongue and she computed the glare thor sent her way.

she understood the message : leave him alone.

speaking of, steve had walked into the compound, stepping into the elevator, head dropping low, he finally let out a deep sigh, fingers pressing the 4th floor, wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms.

the ding of the elevator signalled his arrival to you before he did.

you were standing in the kitchen, listening to the merry bubble of the kettle as you boiled hot water for a warm cup of midnight tea.

tony had given you and steve the entire fourth floor as your residential area, and you couldn't thank him enough for the state of the art amenities and accommodation.

just as you put your two spoons of tea leaves in the ceramic blue teapot clint and his wife had gifted you for your birthday, you heard the elevator door open, and the heavy footfalls of your husband echoed in the hall.

smiling to your self, you poured the hot water from the kettle to the teapot, just as steve's muscular frame filled the door of the hallway, his long shadow preceding him as he walked into the kitchen.

steve could smell the scent of black tea before he saw you, the homely scent wrapping him a warm hug that he didn't know he needed.

there were softly lit candles glittering softly all around the penthouse, and fresh bouquets of flowers in every vase. the plush sofas looked freshly dusted and soft music was playing in the background

soft, muted lighting enveloped the space, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. the city lights beyond the windows twinkled like a myriad of stars, creating a breathtaking backdrop against the darkened sky.

but to steve, none of this mattered. the only view he cared about was the one of you, shuffling around the kitchen in fuzzy bunny slippers and your silk blue pyjamas.

he watched as you moved with a quiet confidence, navigating the familiar space with ease. the rhythmic clink of porcelain against the marble countertop echoing as the cups were placed gently on a tray as you selected delicate tea cups from the cupboard. he watched your fingers, adorned with subtle rings, tracing the edges of the cups with a practiced familiarity.

as steve observed you with a mixture of admiration and emotion, his gaze, fixed on you, spoke volumes as he recognized the beauty in the simplicity of this moment. the anxious lines on his face softened, revealing a depth of emotion stirred by the sight of someone he cherished engaged in such an ordinary yet intimate act.

"hi baby" you smiled at him, smile dipping when you observed at the tenseness in his body language. his shoulders were taut, remnants of anxious lines softly fading from his forehead as he looked at you.

"hey" he said, voice cracking slightly, even more as you let out a soft "oh" reaching him in two steps to wrap your arms around him.

in the dimly lit room, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken emotions and words, but you both knew he didn't need words, he needed the unspoken reassurance that you were there with him, physically, in the moment.

he stood there, shoulders slumped, carrying the weight of the world on his weary frame. even captain america got overwhelmed sometimes. you approached him with a gentle understanding, eyes reflecting both empathy and love.

as you reached out to him, arms enveloping him in a comforting embrace, he crumbled.

the embrace wasn't just a physical connection; it was a lifeline, a silent reassurance that in this moment of vulnerability, he wasn't alone. your fingers traced soothing circles on his back, a rhythmic gesture that mirrored the ebb and flow of emotions he was clearly feeling.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, desperate to find solace in the softness of your presence. the scent of your hair, a mix of strawberry and vanilla, familiar and comforting, mingled with the quiet warmth of the room.

the thump of your heartbeat, pulsing through your body, steady and reassuring, echoed against his chest, a gentle reminder that they faced the challenges together, and that as you had stated in your vows, your hearts would beat together as one for the rest of your lives.

"we were so close, but everything fell apart. the intel was off, our intel was compromised, we were ambushed. the team got separated, and we couldn't prevent the disaster. it's like no matter what i do, it's never enough." he whispered, voice broken and eyes haggard, pulling back to look at you.

his eyes sought home in yours, desperate to find the love he needed so badly.

you listened attentively, absorbing the raw emotion in his voice. as he spoke, his hands clenched, betraying the frustration and helplessness he felt.

running your hands up and down his back, you whispered back, "you can't blame yourself for everything. you're only human. superhuman, sure, but still human"

steve ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, letting out a bitter chuckle.

"im supposed to be a hero, someone who saves the day. but what if I'm not cut out for this? what if I'm just making things worse?" he said, and you found tears rising to your eyes at the anguish your husband was in, blue eyes as stormy as the ocean, nothing but insecurity and fear reflecting in them.

you reached for his hands, holding them in a reassuring grip, fingers running over his knuckles in a pattern only you could interpret.

"darling, being a hero doesn't mean you always succeed. it means facing challenges, even when the odds are against you. it means being brave enough to admit when you may possibly make a mistake and it means allowing yourself to grow from the bad days. you can't control everything, but you can learn from it and keep going. you're not alone in this. you have all of us and we're always going to be there when you need us because you're always there when we need you. thats what makes you captain america, steve, your unrelenting ability to show empathy in the face of danger"

steve found solace in the warmth of your gaze. the weight on his shoulders didn't vanish, but the shared burden made it more bearable. "i love you so much" he said, leaning his forehead on yours.

bending down, he pressed his lips to yours, as you melted into the kiss, hands coming up to hold his jaw, as your thumbs ran along his cheekbone. he rested his palm on your waist, fingers splayed out and tracing a pattern, as his other hand reached up to caress your face.

you had to reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down by the neck to meet your lips. he pulled you impossibly closer to him, hands gripping you so tight as if you would vanish into thin air.

before you knew it his lips were heavy on yours, hot and needy, each kiss becoming more and more desperate as his hands roamed the expanse of your body.

his tongue pushed against yours urgently, but you broke apart, panting heavily, to kiss his cheek and whisper a soft "i love you"

steve swore his heart melted as you spoke, fingers caressing your cheek as he scooped you up from below, letting your legs wrap around his waist, hands gripping your thighs tightly as he guided the both of you to the bedroom.

the bedroom embraced an alluring intimacy, its subdued lighting casting a warm, hazy glow that danced across the plush surfaces. a large canopy bed, draped in rich, dark linens, stood as the focal point, its soft contours inviting and enticing. the plush cushions and silken sheets glowed softly in the dim lights,

the air was infused with a subtle fragrance of vanilla and lavender, creating a sensory tapestry that heightened the atmosphere.

the heavy curtains were drawn, swaying in the gentle breeze from an open window, allowing a filtered moonlight to cascade into the room, creating a soft interplay of light and darkness.

candles were strategically placed on various surfaces, flickering with a mesmerizing rhythm, casting enchanting patterns across the walls, rose petals scattered on the bed and the loveseat in bedroom.

steve carried you into the room, awestruck at how you had set up the room for his arrival.

"you did this baby? for me?" he asked, eyes softening. "all for you my love" you assured, smiling softly at him. "all of this and all of me is for you" you whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest.

you felt him shudder softly against you, and the sudden pick up in his pace as he dropped you gently against the bed.

"i adore you" he murmured, pressing kisses all the way from your head to your forehead, trailing down your face, from the curve of your nose to your plump cheeks, pressing delicate kisses to the soft skin, before ultimately stopping at your lips.

he pressed his pink lips to yours, lips moulding into one as he let his body hover over yours. his tongue darted out to lick your lip, begging for entry and when he squeezed your hip and you let out a moan, he slid his tongue into your mouth, tongue clashing against yours, teeth stopping to sink into your lower lip, pulling it back to watch it snap back into place.

you kiss down his jaw, reveling in the soft sighing that he floods your ear when you near his throat. he groans when your mouth latches onto that sweet spot by his shoulder, your hot tongue sliding against his neck, with your chapstick tasting of shea butter and cherry, fingers dancing across the hem of his suit like a tease. his arms slide down to your top, the silky material scrunching up as he pulls it up, marvelling at the skin below.

"touch me" you whisper against his mouth with swollen lips and nudging noses. he sighs at the phrase, sea blue eyes never once leaving the comfort of yours. "touch me, use me, use me to get rid of your stress" you whisper, rocking your hips slowly against his.

you could feel his hard on against you, and you gently rolled your hips against his.

you were sure it got hard, this facade of being perfect all the time. so maybe just this once he needed to let go. let go of the gentleman person and fuck you raw till he was calmed down and satiated.

your shirt rides up even higher as steve drags a rough palm over your ribs, his rough hands have you jittering. his head rests on your stomach, lips pecking the area around your belly button and down your hip bone until you’re rotating your hips around him. "you're absolutely unbelievable" he groans as he gently licks around your sensitive belly button. he groans in pleasure when you tug on his hair, smiling when you say, "i dont know how lucky I got with you" he murmured.

"touch me. just touch me like you won’t ever stop" you whimper out, and steve studied the want in your glassy eyes and nodded softly, stroking his finger on either side of your cheek. the intimacy of the moment is jarring against how desperately the both of you want each other. but it's sensual and sweet because its a long buildup his finally being at peace.

agonizingly slow, his fingers dip down the waistband of your panties, cotton rubbing against the back of his hand as he curls his fingertips towards your pussy. the gentle notion makes your breath hitch, especially when he spreads your folds apart to expose the hood of your clit.

his middle finger circles draw leisurely over the sensitive nub with slow, rough circles and your thighs twitched.

his voice hitches in his throat as he observes your reaction. "oh, doll, you’re — oh, you’re just dripping, aren’t you?" he groans as you guide his hand further, the pads of his fingers dragging your arousal against your wet entrance. "my gorgeous, gorgeous girl" he whispered, pressing a sugar sweet kiss to your jaw.

"I'll always love you no matter what" you moan, scratching at his shoulders shamelessly, rocking on the heel of his hand for more friction. your eagerness spurs him on and so he increases the pressure, skimming his fingers over your folds and pressing ever-so-tantalizingly near your hole before he returns back to your clit. "fucking tease" you whine and he smirks.

your steve is usually demure even in bed, ever the perfect gentleman, gentle with you as if you'd snap into two if he was too harsh with you.

but this steve was daring and experimenting with his rough side.

your next sentence died in your throat, a soft gasp leaving your lips when he pushed his finger inside you, slow and deep enough to rip a whine right out of your throat from the stretchs.

he inhales loudly, eyes fixating on your mouth when you hopelessly sigh against his neck. you shift your knee higher up his leg, giving him more access to finger you. he hums at your expressions, mirroring them when you suckle dark marks just beneath his sharp jawline.

he mouths at your shoulder, leaving glistening patches of saliva in the wake of his sloppy kisses. you rock against the heel of his palm, mewling as he drags his fingers against your walls and he muffles his own moans against your skin.

"you’re so perfect" he groans, fucking his fingers in and out of you. the noises that leave your pussy and his throat are sinful, sounding like the harmonious mixture of splashing waves and delicate moans, his hand cupping your mound while he fingered you impatiently.

"fuck, Y/N. you’re making quite the mess, aren’t you, my angel? god, your moans are so fucking sweet to listen to"

"steve, your fingers..." you watch his wrist snap against you, juices squelching around him. you nearly sob, waterline beginning to water as the pleasure intensifies, "you get me so wet" you whimper and you hear the groan he tries to suppress at the juxtaposition of your angelic voice and face and the filthy words coming out of your pretty mouth.

"that’s good. I love pleasing you, you know that?" he asks as you clamp down onto the crook of his neck, teeth stifling your wrecked moans as he curls his middle and ring finger against that spongy spot inside you.

his touch is generous, and accompanied by his weathered hands, you can feel your orgasm approaching soon. he fucks you faster, thumb rubbing at your clit hard.

while others would resort to their own personal pleasure to de stress, it's your pleasure that brings steve relaxation. the fact that he could draw earth shattering orgasms from you was what helped him feel good and he knew that it was only when you were completely satisfied that he would be too.

you cry out into his chest, bite marks littering his skin as you hold him tight and gracelessly grind against him until you lose control over your climax.

your body shakes from your orgasm, gradually and slowly, steve's fingers scissoring carefully in and out of you.

your pussy pulses needily between your thighs, toes curling as you focus your attention on steve undressing. his suit comes off, discarded somewhere in some corner, his under clothes come off, and then finally, he drags his gray boxers down his legs, and his cock stands proudly, slapping against his stomach as he releases it from it's prison.

you moan as you take in the sight of his thick cock, long and girthy and big enough to leave you breathless as it always did. steve after all was a supersoldier, and his cock was to match. he also had incredible stamina and you knew he'd leave you exhausted.

he nears you again, heavy against you and you reach down to stroke him, smiling up at him, realising your hand doesnt fit all of him into your palm. his cock twitches again when you moan, a throb settling at the base of his spine with an uintelligible moan.

"stevie, baby, i want nothing more-" you strain, reaching behind your own hips to take ahold of his cock and line the weeping tip up perfectly "than for you to fuck me. i want you to fuck your pain and your distress away" you say, and his eyes darken with lust, the baby blues fading to black, like a dark and thunderous sky.

his dick catches against your clit first, causing your body to jolt in shock before you sweep him through your dripping folds. he grabs ahold of your hips, seemingly spellbound as to where else to hold you. his eyes flicker all across your bare skin, unable to settle on the best spot.

his teeth reach down to grab your nipple in between them, one hand reaching up to fondle the other. his tongue darts around the perk nipple, sliding all around it, saliva dripping all around it. your hips rut wildly at the pleasure on your sensitive nipples, and the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers toying with the other.

a chorus of gasps sounds between the two of you as you slowly roll down onto his dick, harmonizing almost like a symphony. he stretches you deliciously, and he's big. very big. perfectly filling. It’s akin to losing all sense of direction, unsure of up from down, left from right. your hips stutter and still from the shock because through your haze you feel steve thrust upward and into you to bridge the gap and you whine as he brushed a sensitive spot within you.

a high pitched wine of "oh fuck!* leaves your lips, and a deep groan echoes in steve's chest.

you groan, finally feeling him sink all the way into your pussy, already shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. before you can comprehend, hes bottoming out in your slick pussy.

rising back over the curve in his cock, you lift yourself back up until only his tip is pressed up against your pussy. you pause before you sink back down. you see the almost animalistic need in steve's eyes as he gazes up at you through his lashes, eyes following the clenching of his jaw.

the wet sound of your pussy being filled over and over echoes, the air that had held a chill seemingly warming at your shared activity. you can barely hear his groans, your heartbeat thrumming so loud in your ears that you’re convinced he can probably feel it thudding in your walls.

your eyebrows arch in bliss as the ridge of his head catches up against something so incredible that you’re drowning in pleasure, a light that must surely be heaven flooding your eyesight.

but it's not heaven no, it's a sight far better : your husband, mouth agape and head thrown back fucking into you like your life depended on it.

what you didn't expect was the harsh smack to your ass, his big hand smacking the sensitive skin of your ass and you let out an "oh!" skin stinging and pussy dripping, before the longing for more fills you.

"you like that, my pretty girl?" he asks, pinching the fat of your hips.

you merely moan in response, mind melting at the pleasure. a second smack to the ass follows, and a large vein-y hand grips your throat and forces you to look at him.

"words doll, words" he chides, and you stutter out a shaky "yes" your movements are stuttering at the way a familiar simmering feeling begins deep inside your abdomen, but steve doesn’t want you to stop. his hands take a firm grip of your hips, forcing them down as he begins to thrust up and into you in that same desperate pace.

he continued to brush against that part of you that just obliterated any coherent thought, your mind melting into sludge as pleasure overtook every nerve in your body.

his hands traced over your ass, still hovering between the edge of good boy steve and bad boy steve, but all it took for him to slip was your whimper of "spank me harder daddy" and he was gone.

your sweet gentle steve was replaced by an animal, hands delivering harsh smack after smack to the sensitive skin of your ass, feeling it burn red hot as his large lands landed on your ass with a harsh unoact.

the filthy sound of his hand slapping the jiggly surface of your ass and the sloppy, wet sound of his dick pounding into your pussy echoed around the room, and you had never been more glad for the fact that your floor was completely soundproofed.

you’re not exactly sure what part of his body you’re holding onto, the muscles canvas all melting into one, so far away from comprehension, but you know you’re holding it in a bruising grip, one that leaves a perfect impression of each of your fingertips that would most definitely remain imprinted on his skin.

sweat beaded and dripped down his forehead, as he continued thrusting and pounding into you as if his life depended on it.

your mewls and whimpers perfectly complimented his grunts and groans as his hips snapped further into yours.

your back arched off of the bed as he let your leg rest on his shoulder, pushing the other one away from you so you were perfectly spread out, pushing one leg far away enough so that it was almost touching your ear

the smirk on his lips told you that it was gonna be a long night and that steve wasn't done with you just yet. he grabbed your face, fingers lacking their usual gentility, digging into your cheekbones, before pushing your face sideways into the silky pillow, making you close your eyes at the contrasting sensation of your hot cheeks against the cold pillow, the feelings setting your body on fire.

the sensation of you digging your nails into his back, had his hips falterring and stuttering slightly as he let out another lke growl into his ear, as he allowed himself a moment to bask in the burn of the sting before regaining his pace and thrusting back "you're so, so fucking good, just squeezing me so well hmm?" he growled, grunting as your pussy squeezed him harder and your eyes shut.

you only raked your nails down harder, although your moans were slightly muffled, and the desperate whines leaving your lips fuelled, him, as he continued snapping his hips into you, nails digging into your thigh, the pleasurable sting sending you spiraling. you could feel ths tight muscles rippling in his back, and you scratched down the bare expanse of his back, knowing it always drove him crazy.

the red hot pleasure in the pit of your stomach began to tighten, making you pant. he started guiding his cock deeper into you, which you didn't think was possible, and placed your hand in the outline of his cock in your tummy, and the filthy sound of your wetness and the sounds of your skin slapping together echoed across the hotel room.

the bed began to knock against the wall, the thumping sounding sweeter than the sweetest symphony you had ever heard.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head once again, mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. for a second, you thought you had floated into another dimension, a low hum filling your ears, and your body convulsing in pleasure.

you heard steve moan your name, before letting out a low grunt, feeling him release his chokehold on your throat and hips, watching as you squirted all over him.

your cum splattered him all over, and your vision almost went black from how hard you had just squirted on him.

he reached out to collect your cum on his fingers, licking it, moaning at your sweet taste. the sight had you blushing.

you thought you were done, but just as you began to come to terms with the force of your orgasm, you felt his thumb on your clit, making you jerk your hips away, shaking your head. "daddy please, no more, i can't, not anymore" you whined out, feeling your pussy throb.

"yes you can, one more my doll, just give me one more" he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again harshly, in a rough, dirty, demanding kiss.

you could feel his hips stuttering, his cock beginning to pulse inside you, his thrusts becoming sloppy, signalling he was close to his own orgasm.

you moaned into his mouth, taking the opportunity to suck his tongue. "come on captain, cum for me, wont you? you work so hard and I'm so fucking proud of all your hard work" you whispered into his ears, licking at the shell of his ear

at your words, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his tongue poking out to lick patterns on the skin there, and you could hear his low, soft grunts as he chased his release, making the veins in his neck pop.

you could see his body glistening in the layer of sweat that had covered him, he continued to thrust into you for a second or two more, before a deep groan left his swollen lips, and an even deeper moan of your name echoed in your ear, as he spurted his cum into your warm pussy with a groan, your pussy clamping down on him like a vice, milking his cock

your body shuddered at the warm liquid dripping into you in hot spurts, covering your pussy in his cum, moaning in pleasure as the warmth of his release spread through you, enveloping you in a warm daze. panting softly, he stayed enveloped in your warm walls.

the both of you cuddled into the silk sheets, the aur conditioning doing little to cook your overhead bodies. steve pressed tender kisses to your face and body, whispers of "my beautiful girl, my angel, my doll, i adore you" leaving his lips like a mantra.

his hands, now no longer rough with want, traced soft patterns on your flushed skin.

"was that too rough for you?" he asked, concern etched in his eyes and worry lines appearing on his face.

"not at all" you said, quickly quelling his fears.

"you should do that again" you smirked, giggling when he blushed red. "thank you for that my love" he said, raising your knuckles to his lips to press a soft kiss to them.

"you don't have to thank me, steve. I'm always here for you no matter what" you murmured.

you were slowly sinking into a daze, but you registered him pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and heading to the bathroom

"I'll be back in just a second honey, I'm just getting some towels to clean us up" he explained, grinning at the pout adorning your bruised lips.

sure enough he came back, with cold towels to wipe you up with and a fresh set of pyjamas (his shirt and your shorts) to slip into, gently tugging you into the clothes and cleaning up the sticky mess on your thighs and cleaning you up.

he brushed the stray strands of your hair away from your face, pressing a soft kiss to your nose then your forehead, and then your lips.

he fed you a glass of cold water, and a piece of chocolate for a little bit of energy in the morning. cleaning himself up, he slipped into bed with you, his large arms wrapping you up, his head buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as you snored softly beside him.

in the warmth of your embrace, he felt an unspoken reassurance. as he held you close, the rhythmic beating of your heart echoed a comforting melody

in that tender moment, he realized that in your arms, he was not just physically close, but emotionally anchored. the world outside ceased to matter as he embraced the profound sense of safety and love that enveloped the both of you, creating a sanctuary where worries melted away, leaving only the simple joy of being together.

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babyleostuff · 10 months

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Hi! Obsessed with ur writing!! Can I pls get boyfriend Hoshi? :) have a good day! ♥️

here is your Hoshi request <3 hope you'll enjoy it!

HOSHI AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

genre | a lot of fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 you must totally support him in his horanghae agenda

𓆩♡𓆪 or else he’ll going to get sad and sulky

𓆩♡𓆪 he also talks about you 24/7 and mentions you in every conversation possible

𓆩♡𓆪 to the point where the boys are like: WE GET IT SOONYOUNG, YOU’RE IN LOVE

𓆩♡𓆪 but it’s not his fault that you’re constantly on his mind

𓆩♡𓆪 is your personal ray of sunshine and source of energy

𓆩♡𓆪 because he cannot contain his excitement when he’s with you, whatever you may be doing

𓆩♡𓆪 texts you a lot thought the day, keeping you updated (especially when they’re shooting gose, he always sends you photos from the set), but also asks about how your day is going

𓆩♡𓆪 gets so so happy whenever you give him surprise visits at the company or when they’re shooting something

𓆩♡𓆪 but at the same time he is a bit sad, because he would like you to be able to participate in their games and activities

𓆩♡𓆪 you always assure him that you don't mind standing by and watching them having a good time

𓆩♡𓆪 because at the same time you take a lot of funny pictures that you can later use together for blackmail

𓆩♡𓆪 because his job often gets overwhelming, you’re the first person he looks for when he’s in need of comfort

𓆩♡𓆪 he is naturally a very affectionate person

𓆩♡𓆪 but with you he’s 10x more

𓆩♡𓆪 one of the small spoons in seventeen

𓆩♡𓆪 I can practically hear his giggles, as he settles himself in your arms

𓆩♡𓆪 he doesn’t mind being the big spoon though

𓆩♡𓆪 but because his job often gets overwhelming, you’re the first person he looks for when he’s in need of comfort

𓆩♡𓆪 and what better place to hide than in your arms

𓆩♡𓆪 loves giving you surprise kisses (always giggles as he runs away from you, because he gets shy)

𓆩♡𓆪 OR on the days when he’s feeling bold he just stands his ground and smirks at you (which you find so annoying, because ugh, how can someone be so hot and perfect)

𓆩♡𓆪 he thrives when you take care of him

𓆩♡𓆪 it makes him all fluffy and mushy, because he gets to spend time with his favourite person

𓆩♡𓆪 plus you shower him with love and attention

𓆩♡𓆪 the best dates in his opinion are when he takes you out to the movies or to a nice, low-key restaurant

𓆩♡𓆪 because then he can be himself

𓆩♡𓆪 not an idol, not Hoshi

𓆩♡𓆪 but Soonyoung

𓆩♡𓆪 you’ve probably tried to film some dancing challenges

𓆩♡𓆪 most of them end up with either him or you on the ground for some reason

𓆩♡𓆪 but you cannot take anything seriously when you’re together

𓆩♡𓆪 so in the midst of your laughing fit, he drops you to the ground

𓆩♡𓆪 which only makes you laugh even more

𓆩♡𓆪 your love is what teenage love should look like

𓆩♡𓆪 fresh, full of support and laughter

𓆩♡𓆪 but also knowing that you can fully rely on the other person

𓆩♡𓆪 you bring the best out of each other

𓆩♡𓆪 there are no borings days when you’re together, even if you’re just resting at home

𓆩♡𓆪 as long as you’re together, you’re having the time of your lives

your messages <3

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bangtaninborderland · 3 months

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RISK IT ALL (26) - Old Friends

Genre: Chishiya x f!reader | eventual smut | angst

Warning: none for this chapter, there is mentions of stitches and wounds though!

A/n: I uploaded this on wattpad first, if you see this there then great but if not then enjoy!

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Sleep hadn't been something you could grasp much of over the course of the night, every time you rolled over you woke up, worried about hurting Chishiya.

Chishiya had groggily asked if you were in pain but you simply brushed his worries off, silently laughing at the man who once claimed to dislike you in every way possible worrying about a meagre bullet graze.

You spent most of the day alone, Chishiya only rousing as the sky became a dusky gold. "You didn't wake me."

"I figured you needed rest." You mumbled, spooning canned fruit into two separate bowls. "You should be in bed."

He hobbled slowly over to the chair, sitting down with a groan. "It's fine, exercise helps."

"You'll rip your stitches open." You argued back, sliding the bowl across the table along with a spoon.

"Here I thought I was the doctor." He attempted a laugh foregoing it when it sounded more like a cry of pain. "I will go back to bed after this."

"Thank you." You hid your smile behind your spoon. "Did yo-

The door knocking cut you off, your eyes widening. "Who?"

"I don't know." He whispered. "The window, check out the window, stay low." He instructed.

Wordlessly you slipped from the chair, crouching low as you peeled back the curtain just a fraction, your body going ecstatic with joy at the sight of the people outside the door. "Oh my god."

You ignored Chishiya's questions of "who" and "what" as you tumbled over yourself in a rush to open the door.

"Fuck I'm so glad to see you." You were pulling Kuina and An into your arms ignoring the slight shooting pain the action sent tingling down your arm. "How are you here right now?"

"Someone got a message to us that Chishiya had been hurt, didn't take us long to find the place after it happened." An examplained. "Where is he?"

"Through here." You guided them through the house, Chishiya making a sound of surprise at the sight of them both.

"Why are you here?" He scowled, pushing away his empty bowl.

"Oh, my dearest friend how I missed you." Kuina laughed, relaxing into the empty seat. "You got hurt."

"Attacked but I'm fine." He rolled his eyes, making to stand only to collapse back in his chair with a groan. "Fuck."

"Let me have a look." An offered. "You know I know how to deal with injuries."

"I'm fine YN stitched me up."

"Thought you said I wasn't a doctor." You interrupted, the fight from Chishiya fading as he noticed the serious look in your eye. "Just please let her look."

"Fine only if it gets you to shut up about it." He spits, you try not to feel sad at the way he returns to being spiteful as soon as there are others around you but you can't help it, a subtle frown fitting over your face.

You sit at the table as An and Chishiya disappear towards the bedroom, Kuina waiting until they are both out of sight to talk to you. "How are you? Has he been treating you okay?"

"He's been fine, I don't know why he's acting like this now. We've been through a lot, when the shooting happened my arm got hurt, just a bullet graze." You added at the newfound worry in her look. "But he took care of me, he was kind, we spoke, grew closer."

"So you're okay?" She asks again, just for good measure.

You muster a smile. "I'm okay. What about you?"

"It's been..." she huffs, biting her lips to hide a smile. "Fine."

"Oh come on." You laugh. "Spill."

"When the shooting broke out me and An ran together, and ended up hauled in a caravan hidden in the forest, we kept moving but when we heard the gunshots getting further away we made a break for it here, we weren't followed. We see Arisu and Usagi, he wasn't doing too well." She rubs a hand up and down her arm, and you notice the holes in her clothes, probably from all the running.

"Was he hurt?" You asked, slightly relieved as she shook her head. "Emotionally not great, I think some of us handle it all better than others."

"I hope I get to see him again, he was kind to me." You hated the beach but you were grateful for those it brought to you, the idea of going back to the regular world without them made your heart ache in ways it shouldn't. "Have you been managing to eat?"

"Not much, it's not been safe to go out. The caravan had a weird stockpile of outdated coffee and that managed to hold us down for a while." You felt bad at the luxury you'd had, food, heat and water had all been things most people in the borderlands would have killed for but the thought that you were sleeping in a bed whilst your friends were scavenging to make do with whatever provisions they could find left a bubble of guilt in your stomach.

"We have everything you could need here, feel free to stay. There's water and food, are you hungry?" She nods. "I'll make you something to eat you can go and wash up, it's just out the back, past the small couch there's a door just there." You explain with a smile, already moving to make both her and An something substantial to eat.

"Hey?" She calls out softly from her space in the doorway. "I'm happy you're alive."

"Me too, me fucking too." You smile, letting yourself be pulled into another hug before she slips away to freshen up. "Now the food." You mumble to yourself.

You didn't have much-canned meat left, another week's worth with Kuina and An here, stocking up on spam had been the smartest thing Chishiya had done. You pulled out two tins, heating them on the small stove along with some canned black beans and a tin of soup, it wasn't a meal you'd be proud to serve but that's something you promised to rectify once you figured this world out.

"Something smells good." An whispers from behind you, and you jump dropping the wooden spoon on the floor. "Sorry." She laughed, bending over to pick it up. "Where should I put it?"

"It's okay, just in the bowl there." You point to the small red bucket you'd been washing dishes in, pulling out another. "How is Chishiya?"

"You did well with the stitches considering it's regular thread and needle, it will heal okay. The only issue is that the skin may heal over the stitches, realistically we need some dissolving stitches but he won't die." She explains, wiping her hands. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, sit please, you've been through enough the past few days just rest and I'll take care of it all." You wave her off. "How are you?"

"Doing fine, Kuina explained everything I guessed." An asked, fingers fiddling with the corner of the placemat.

"Yeah, she did." You mumble, still not happy with the conditions they were in. "I'm so-

"I didn't intend to kiss her it just happened." An rushes to explain, lips in a small pout.

Your body froze, Kuina had definitely missed out on that detail. "You what?" You spun on your heel, nearly knocking the pan over.

An looks at you, expression confused. "Kissed he- did she not tell you?"

You shook your head. "She did not."

"Are you upset?" It takes you a second to realise why she's asking, why she thinks you'd be upset.

"You think I'd be upset because you're both girls?" You almost laugh at the absurdity. "Of course not."

"Really?" Kuina asks from the doorway. "I was afraid to tell you."

"No I'm just happy you finally figured it out." They hadn't exactly been the most discreet about their feelings for each other, even if they were both oblivious to the other's feelings. "Let me finish cooking and then I want to know everything."

"Did you shower?" You hear An ask, and from the corner of your eye you see her taking a strand of Kuina's hair between her fingers. "is it okay if I have one?"

It takes you a second to realise she's asking you before you nod in response. "Of course, anything you find here is yours as much as it is ours."

"Talking of ours." Kuina clears her throat, lazing her body over the small counter. "Wanna catch me up on whatever's going on between you two?”

You laugh at the implication of her tone. "Absolutely not."

"Oh come on I'm already depressed here give me something to be excited about." She groans, throwing her head back playfully.

"Fine fine." You huff, moving the food into the set of small bowls you'd left on the side earlier. "Let's talk whilst we eat, let me just see if Chishiya wants anything."

"Such a great housewife." Kuina giggles.

You glare at her before rolling your eyes. "I will put you outside. An here is your food." You smile, passing her the bowl. "Kuina yours is up there." You gesture to the counter.

"Rude." She huffs, you bite back a laugh as you trot your way to the bedroom.

It's weird to see the door to the small room closed, you knock just in case, waiting until he calls you to come in before entering. "Hey."

"Having fun?" He asks, voice raspy. You felt guilty for disturbing him when he was so clearly tired but food would help him recover.

"Yeah." You perch on the end of the bed. "Do you want to eat something?"

"No I'm still full from earlier, go and spend time with them." He groans, a hand to his wound.

You hated seeing him in pain, truth be told you hated seeing anyone in pain but this sucked a little more so. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel comfortable, to ease the pain?"

"I need painkillers." He mumbles, eyes glassy as he looks at you. "Can you get them?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." You were quick to pop out three pills, one extra wouldn't hurt. Uncapping the water to save him the unnecessary strain before handing them both to him. "Here."

He grumbled his appreciation, taking them swiftly. "You should go be with them."

"I will I just wanted to check on you." You huffed. "You've got to let me worry sometimes."

"I'll be fine you don't need to worry." He reassures, pulling the blanket up more. "How long are they staying."

"As long as they want to." You respond, slightly worried he would send them away. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I won't be responsible for them too."

"You know it's funny you say that like An didn't come in here to make sure you weren't dying. You can't survive here alone Chishiya." You argue back, tired of rehashing the same conversation every few days.

"I didn't ask her to come and help." He retorted, his face calm as he closed his eyes and rested against the headboard. "Didn't ask them to come and eat my food, use my water or risk outing our location."

"Oh get over yourself!" You shout, furious that he would be so callous to those you considered friends. "If you didn't want them here they wouldn't be here, how did they find out where we were hm? I'm the only person who knew you were hurt apart from you and I didn't tell them. Whether you admit it or not you like them, and care about them. Maybe not An as much but definitely Kuina. The only person you hurt acting like a stupid angsty loner teenager is yourself."

He cracks an eye open, face smug. "Stupid angst loner teenager?"

"Shut up." You huff, your cheeks blushing red. "I hate you."

"No, you hate that I don't act the way you want me to. I don't know how they figured out we were here, I didn't ask them to come but I won't send them away." You had learned to read his expressions enough to know when he was close to smiling, the light tension in his lips betrayed him, you were sure the second you walked out the door he would break into a grin. "Go and spend time with them, I'll rest and join you later."

"Okay." You agree, pinning the non-argument argument for now. "Sleep well, call me if you need anything."

"Perfect housewife." He teased, you only had Kuina to blame.

"Go to sleep so I can smother you with a pillow." You pout, pulling the door closed slowly.

"I sleep with one eye open." He shouts back before you pull it closed, the tiniest slither of space allowing you to watch him, sure enough, he lays with a smile on his face as he closes his eyes.

"Creep." Kuina is whispered behind you, making you jump. You weren't entirely used to being around anyone other than Chishiya.

You silently pointed to the kitchen, not wanting Chishiya to hear you.

You both break out into a giggle when you get away from the bedroom, An eyeing you both questionably as you explain what happened. "So, there is something between you two?

You contemplate saying anything, Chishiya would complain to Earth's end if everyone knew how soft he was but you couldn't exactly help yourself, it's not like you had an abundance of people to talk to lately.

"Let's sit so you can finish eating and I'll explain." You give in, Kuina moving to take the seat beside An with you opposite them. After a few minutes, you begin explaining.

"He has grown to be really caring, he takes care of me and although it is in his own way I think he genuinely cares. We've done...stuff. I'm kind of scared for whatever happens when we are out of here, if we get out of here. I don't think I'd be okay if he died." You don't let yourself think too hard on that last thought, the mere idea was enough to have your stomach churning.

"To be honest I didn't think he could care about someone other than himself." An replied honestly. "Tsundere doesn't begin to explain him."

Kuina shoves An lightly with her elbow. "What she means to say is that I think you've softened him a little bit. I'm pretty sure he would still shove me to my death before he let you die."

"Don't say that!" You scold, not denying its truth. "I'd kill him."

"You wouldn't." An observes with a smile. "I think you love him."

Your eyes widen at the accusation. "You literally kissed each other."

"I bet you've done way more." Kuina teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Okay enough, we are not discussing that." You laugh. "Did you manage to find anything else out about the card games? Chishiya hiked to see if he could see anything but all he found were blimps. I think he wants to join the next diamond game."

"Do you have enough days on your visa?" Kuina asks, smile falling just a little only to widen when you nod. "Good, I think these are the last games but the rules are different, I don't think there are really rules."

You frown, wrapping your arms around your frame. "That's what I'm afraid of."

"But I heard another game was going to start in a few days." An looks up through her lashes.

You swallow, fingers crossed under the table that it wasn't the game of diamonds. "What one?"

"The Jack of Hearts."

You breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh."

"And some guy was predicting we will have the King of diamonds."

Oh.

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dreamingofep · 1 year

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Strangers in the Crowd pt. 8

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional tantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on are annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International. Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. Fem!Reader

TW: SMUTTT, cussing, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/ tension, angst, the usual really dirty stuft.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks for patiently waiting for this next part. I had so many ideas of how I wanted this part to turn out and had lots of rewrites so I hope you like the version I decided to go with! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or overall goofs.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think!🖤

Both of you sneak downstairs after your long absences and Elvis gets snickering looks from the guys. He shuts them up real quick with one glance as he shakes his head at them.

You’ve never experienced being in the company of such a powerful man. Not necessarily physically but emotionally. It’s almost as if everyone has this sixth sense when it comes to Elvis and they all know he’s walked into the room and he commands your attention.

Elvis leads you back to the kitchen where his cooks were cleaning up for the night.

“Would you like some dessert darlin’? I feel like somethin’ sweet,” he says cutely as he leans down for a kiss.

You bat your eyelashes at him and smirk, “I thought I gave you plenty of dessert,” you say coyly.

He bites the inside of his cheek and shakes his head at you. “Well you see,” he says low, pulling you into him with his hand on your hip, “this is my house. And in my house, I get to do whatever I please. So if that means that I want more than one helping of dessert, then that’s what I’ll get. And I will be wanting more dessert when I get you back upstairs. Is that okay with you?”

Your body shivers at the sound of his smooth voice and all you can do is nod your head subtly. The corner of his mouth twitches as he tries to hide his overall pleasure in seeing you crumble for him. You sit back down at the table and wait for Elvis to bring over the ice cream.

He watches you as you take every bite and lick the spoon clean. You didn’t notice him staring at you right away, but you feel his piercing cerulean bore into you. You look up as you’re licking the spoon and slowly pull it out of your mouth. He takes a short breath in and bites his lip getting a dangerous look in his eye.

“I know that look… You’re thinking about things you probably shouldn’t be,” you tease.

A big smirk takes over his face and he leans in close to you.

“Just thinking about how well you use that mouth that’s all.”

Blood rushes to your face as you maintain eye contact with us him.

“Yeah you should, you were the one that bought me how to use it properly,” you tease and lean over the table to kiss him. He snickers at you and lets you eat your ice cream in peace.

After you’ve finished, he pulls you into the piano room and he plays a few of his songs. His voice rang out so clearly and beautifully. Having this private showing with him was special and couldn’t help but get emotional. When he started to sing some gospel, the tears started to flow and you were in awe at this perfect man, his voice sounding near perfect. Sitting down next to him on the bench, you wrap your arms around his torso and listen to the meaningful words he sang about the lord.

You both sang and played at the piano for a few hours and you wouldn’t have minded him playing all night. After finishing a song, he turns to hug you and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“I want to show you another room I didn’t get the chance to show you earlier,” he says as he takes your hand and leads you away from the kitchen. He takes you to the back side of the house and takes you down the stairs to the basement.

The green lush carpet feels plush underneath your toes as he leads you down to the dimly lit room. He turns the knob on the light switch and makes it a bit brighter where you can see the full details of the room.

From ceiling to floor was the same green lush carpet making it almost look like moss. You turn your head over to the back wall where you hear the trickling of water. The brick-covered wall had foliage coming out of the wall and running down the bottom of the waterfall. The furniture was all made from wood with plush leather seats on the chairs by the window and the main couch in the middle of the room. Every detail put into this room made it feel complete. It felt like you were in a completely different house let alone a different state. The tropical style of this room was very different and very much so Elvis.

“I like to call this place The Den,” he says proudly. You grin at the nickname and look back at him, “it looks more like a jungle room to me,” you say jokingly.

He laughs at your terrible joke, “yea a couple of the guys say the same thing but to me, it’s just The Den. It's where I go to think or just sit in the quiet. You don’t hear anything down here. It’s nice to get away from it all,” he says solemnly.

You step inside the room and get a closer look at the waterfall. It was gorgeous and the way it was backlit made it glow. Every last detail was fascinating and you could spend hours in here looking at all the beautiful furniture. The way the wood was carved in the armrests of the chairs and the bar in the back gave it such a unique feel.

Elvis sits down on the fur-lined chair across from the window watching you inspect every last detail. He doesn’t sit down perfectly upright, he has his long legs stretched out and slightly slumped in stature, his arms stretched out on the wooden armrests. You glance over at him and this entire body language exudes strength and sexual attraction. He has so much confidence running throughout him that it feels a little shy to be so close to him.

You stare at those long legs stretched out and spread open, inviting you in to take a seat.

“I like it down here,” you quip as you take a seat in his lap. He puts his arm around your hip and draws you closer to his chest.

“Mhmm I thought you might darlin,” he says low, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You lean in for a little peck on the lips but his hand is on the back of your head pulling you into a much more passionate kiss. You sigh when he gives you this much-needed attention. The weeks you two were separated was agonizing and your body couldn’t get enough of him.

“I want the rest of my dessert down here,” he says, his voice low and sultry.

His eyes darken as he looks over your body, hungry for your skin to touch his and your chest begins to rise and fall quicker by the thought of it.

You place your hand on his face, running your fingers through his obsidian mane, nice and slow, then grabbing a fist full of hair to pull his head back.

He lets out a gruff sigh and his hand finds the back of your hair again and pulls it forcefully.

“Ah ah ah, my naughty girl will listen to me,” he tuts. Your hand lets go of his hair and you nod at him.

“Stand up and take off your robe,” he commands making your body shiver.

You do as he says and pull the small bow at your waist, letting the silk panels come apart exposing your skin to the stagnant air.

You pull the fabric away from your chest and let your arms fall at your side, letting the robe fall off in a quick swoop.

Before you can turn around, you feel his hands on your hips, a blazing heat radiating off of him. His fingertips graze along the curve of your spine and back down to squeeze your ass in his hand. You let out a soft gasp as his hands continue to wander. He lets out a small groan as he gives you a firm spank. The initial shock of his hand on you makes a sting that radiates on your skin. He gives you another and the sting turns into pleasure. A moan comes from your throat and you inadvertently lean over slightly, placing your hands on his knees, giving him better access to you. Elvis finds this amusing as he hums quietly, rubbing the area that has grown red with his handprint.

His fingers trail up the inside of your thigh where he finds the drips of arousal leaking down your leg. He follows it up to your folds and sighs when he feels how wet you’ve become.

“Look at that, your pussy just crying for me,” he says as he rubs his fingers tantalizingly slow through your folds. You moan with the fiction he’s giving you and all you can do is nod your head yes to him. The coldness of his rings also graze your core and brings a jolt to your body causing your heart to dance wildly. Gently, he slips a finger in your entrance and twists and curls it deep inside you. You let out an agonizing moan and squeeze his thighs with your hands.

He pumps his finger slowly, making your pussy throb with need. His cold rings hit your entrance more as he pumps them faster inside of you, causing a needy whimper to come out of you.

You feel him pull his finger out and all you hear is him making a sucking noise. You look over your shoulder and watch as he licks his fingers covered in your wetness. This sends a pulse straight to your core watching Elvis lick every last drop of you from his fingers. You look away and squeeze your eyes closed in frustration. This man is going to make you lose every ounce of control.

You hear his zipper gets pulled down and the ruffle of his pants getting shimmied off his hips. You move to the side for him to kick the rest of his pants off and he pulls you back in between his legs, spreading them farther apart. He angles your hips down you feel his length graze your core. Your entrance is sensitive and you take a sharp breath in through your teeth as he plays with you fully on display. This teasing feels especially excruciating because you can’t see what he’s about to do next.

His hand glides over the curve of your ass and gives it another squeeze. He lets out a slow exhale as the tip of his cock moves through your folds, covering him in your arousal, and making you gasp when he rubs it on your clit. Your hips instinctively grind back and forth on him, wanting him to take care of this incessant throbbing he has created inside you.

He stills your hips and you hear a low grunt come from his chest.

“You’re so wet honey,” he moans, “I want you to be a good girl and sit down on this cock,” he asserts. You feel your heart gallop and your legs begin to shake with the command he’s given. He holds his length in his hand and lines himself up to your entrance and holds it there. You slowly sink down on him and gasp at the feeling of him stretching you, holding onto his thighs tightly as you two become one. He also lets out a deep murmur and gets a tighter grip on your hips, pulling you down on him more.

This time, he is taking it slow and trying to make you want more, making you take inch by inch until you beg for more. His hands continue to guide your hips down on him, enveloping his length tightly. He squeezes your ass and grazes your hole with his thumb. You lift yourself off of him and cry out, not ready for the overwhelming sensation.

He also moans losing the feeling of you on him and sighs in frustration.

“Sit back down baby girl, you’re not done yet,” he says firmly. You look back at him and see those eyes on fire and that wicked crooked smile beckoning you to come back for more. You want to drink in all this beauty that’s sitting before you and see his face as you fuck him. But he won’t let you, no matter how much you plead, you already know he’s not going to give in to your cries and have to listen to what he wants.

“Yes baby,” you whimper softly.

He pushes your hips back sharply and lifts his hips up to plunge deep inside your wet heat. You both cry out as he feels your core tighten around him, unaccustomed to the pressure and size of him inside you all at once. His length inside you is warm and pulsating, so hungry to take you how he wants most. He continues to move and fuck you deep with every motion of those talented hips. The coil in your belly tightens exponentially with how hard and fast he’s taking you. His thumb grazes your hole again and this time you moan at the sensation it brings.

His breathing behind you accelerates and groans when he sees your ass bouncing with each thrust. You look over your shoulder and see his jaw slacked, eyebrows furrowed, and the veins in his neck jutting out. It was a sight to behold and you could get off on that look alone. He looked so delicious, so focused on you and fucking you senseless that you wish you could take a picture to capture this exact moment.

You get more confident in yourself and swivel your hips back and forth on him causing a slur of expletives to come out of his mouth. You hope to god no one can hear you down here because both of you can’t hold back any of the sounds you're making. His hand is back in your hair and he gathers it all in a ponytail, pulling it swiftly.

“Elvis fuck!” You hiss.

A small chuckle comes from behind you as he pounds his hips into you.

“Being so good baby. Taking me so well,” he groans through his teeth.

You can’t hold on any longer and let yourself go. Your walls tighten around him and you cry out his name, begging him for more. You can’t stop moaning for him and saying how much you like it. His relentless hips buck up into you hitting the spot that sends you flying. His fingers dig into your hips and he lets out an animalistic groan as his length starts to pulse and fill you with his seed. You groan at the feeling and scratch at his legs unable to handle much else he’s giving you. He slow fucks you until he can’t anymore and your body feels worn down. He lifts you to sit on his thigh and you moan when he pulls out of you quickly.

You lean back onto his chest, both of you are breathless and your bodies damp with sweat. He kisses your neck and his hand slithers down your torso to find your swollen clit. He presses two fingers there and winds it in quick circles, making your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“No, Elvis please,” you mewl.

“Shh baby, cum one more time for me you can do it,” he says seductively.

His fingers pick up pace and the coil in your belly tightens rapidly. Elvis groans in your ear, feeling your wetness spread over his fingers, continuing to encourage you to come apart for him.

Your hips grind into his slender fingers, putting more much-needed pressure on your throbbing bud. You feel so overstimulated, this entire day has been nothing but pent-up sexual tension between you two starting the second you saw him standing in the doorway of Graceland.

You feel your walls start to flutter and you quickly guide his fingers to your entrance and make him sink his fingers deep inside you. You cry out for him and moan when he hits your sensitive spot. You hear a rumble come from his chest and he nips your earlobe.

“Oh, such a naughty girl. You just love it when I’m inside of you,” he grumbles deeply. His fingers pick up the pace and continue to hit your G-spot. Before you know it, your walls are squeezing around him, throbbing sporadically, and more wetness spills out of you.

Tears fall down your cheeks, unable to hold back the emotions of this unconsolable heat this man gives you. You gasp and try to catch your breath again. He pulls his fingers out of you and puts them to his lips once again. You look over at him doing this and moan his name. His tongue flattens and he licks them clean, locking his eyes with yours and keeping you there.

“I like the way you taste baby,” he rasps, sending a tingle to your core.

“Show me how well you use that tongue later,” you plead.

His cute dimples appear and he looks at you intensely.

“Oh, I can have even more dessert?” He teases.

You can’t help but giggle and smile at him.

“This is your house, after all, you can do whatever you please,” you wink.

“Sounds good baby,” he coos.

“Let’s go upstairs now, get you all ready for bed,” he says tenderly.

Elvis lifts you off of his lap and helps you back into your robe. He then carries you in his arms and up the stairs. Luckily no one is in the front of the house and Elvis is so quiet, you doubt anyone would have noticed him like a stalking tiger in the night.

Elvis gently pushes his bedroom door with his foot and puts you on the bed. He covers you in kisses and holds you tight.

Home… your brain screams.

No, no stop saying that, it’s too soon to start thinking like that. This is good, what we have is good but it’s not there yet. There’s so much you don’t know about one another. You lay there in your fit of denial and let him shower your body with kisses and nip marks along your collarbone.

“Did you want to take a shower? Unwind a bit?” He says softly. You smile up at him, unsure if he’s real or not.

“Sure honey, thank you,” you say sheepishly.

He helps you with the faucets and gets the temperature to your liking. He gives you one more kiss and leaves you alone, shutting the door behind him.

You let the hot water splash across your face and relax your aching muscles. You didn’t realize it til now how tired you were. After a full day of traveling and having Elvis tease you to oblivion, you were looking forward to getting into bed with him and snuggling up to his warm body. You stand there in the shower for a while, taking your time and lathering your body in the luxurious soap that was sitting on the shelf.

You step out and grab a towel off the rack and wrap it around your body. The mirror was foggy and you swipe a clean streak with your hand to reveal your reflection. You can’t help but smile at the realization that you’re in his bathroom, getting ready to go to bed with him. It all is a dream and you think you’re gonna wake up from it any moment from now.

You open the door to the bedroom and Elvis sitting on the bed with a book in his hand. You run to the bed and jump on top of him covering him in sloppy kisses. He lets out a wheezing giggle and puts the book aside.

“Wow I wasn’t expecting a love pounce,” he chuckles, “that must have been a really good shower.”

“Yeah, you might say that,” you say as you give his nose a kiss.

“Well it’s my turn to have a life-changing shower,” he jokes and picks you off of him and lays you down with the pillows resting comfortably under your head and neck.

He shuts the door and you hear the squeak of the faucet get turned on. You pick up the book he was reading and find it fascinating. It was a philosophy book on existence. This man was hungry for knowledge and kept wanting to learn more based on the pile of book in the corner of the room.

You get comfy under the blankets and continue to sift through his book. A devious little idea pops into your head as you’re waiting for Elvis to get out of the shower. You want to leave him more Polaroids and set them out on his side of the bed for him to see.

You reach over to his nightstand drawer to grab the camera. It’s sitting at the top of the pile along with the pictures you two took a few weeks ago in Vegas. You smile when you see them, happy that he still has them and he liked them enough to keep them by his bedside. You sift through the photos, remembering how thrilling it was taking these and how some of them make you blush just thinking about what you did.

You flip to the next picture and your heart flops in your stomach. Your eyes can’t seem to comprehend what you’re seeing. In the grainy, blurry picture you’re holding, is a blonde woman with his cock in her mouth. You feel the bile form in your throat and your heart racing uncontrollably.

You flip to the next picture and it’s a different woman, laying on her back with his fingers inside of her, looking like she’s calling out to him with her face contorted in pleasure. Your stomach twists and turns violently looking at these pictures of him doing these things to other women. There’s nothing you want to do more than scream and shout at him then proceed to puke at his feet.

You dumb fuck, you actually thought…

You flip through a few more to only find numerous other women in various positions with Elvis touching them or him fucking them. You throw the pictures on the bed in a fit of anger, disappointment, and shame. You wouldn’t listen to the voice in your head screaming that this was stupid in the first place but you decided to throw Elvis Presley a bone and think you can actually change him. That he would only have eyes for you and he’d forget about all the other millions of women that would throw themselves at him to have a chance to get into bed with him.

Dumb fucking bitch…

The room starts to spin and the aroma of the room is overwhelming to you and need a way out. You find your slippers and your purse sitting on the chair in the corner of the room. Your feet can’t keep up with you as you run down the stairs. At the bottom your panicked eyes find Jerry’s walking from the kitchen. His eyebrows furrow as he sees the frantic energy coming off of you.

“Y/n what’s going on? You look frazzled,” he says curiously.

“Jerry, I-I-I need to get out of here. Please take me to the airport,” you say with your voice shakey and low.

“What? Elvis didn’t tell me that you were leaving so soon. I don’t think I-,” you cut him off needing to get out of this house before Elvis comes out of the shower and discovers you’ve gone.

“Jerry please,” you snap, “I don’t care if I need to sleep at the airport I can’t be here. Please just drive and we’ll figure it out on the way there,” you plead. His eyes grow worrisome and he nods his head and goes to the telephone. Within a minute, he gives you a look and grabs the keys, and leads you to the door.

The drive is short to the airport but it feels too long of a drive with the tension in the air and your nervous bouncing leg. Jerry glances at you in the seat shaking, fidgeting with your seat belt every two seconds.

“Do I want to know what happened…” he says softly. You keep looking forward and shake your head no.

“I’m gonna get in a lot of trouble for this,” he says with a sigh.

You squeeze your eyes shut and rub your forehead with your hand.

“I’m sorry Jerry. I don’t mean to put you in this position. I just… I can’t be with him… I’m not what he wants…” you say insecurely with tears starting to well in your eyes.

He nods his head and stays quiet as he parks the car.

“It’s not you dear. Elvis is just… he’s very complicated. And that complicated thing about him transfers over when it comes to women. Trust me when I say it’s not you.”

You wipe the rolling tear down your cheek and smile looking down in your lap.

“Let’s get you home,” he says gently and opens the car door. He walks along the front side of the car and opens the door for you and you step out, seeing the Memphis sunshine, for what you hope, to be the last time.

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anti-endo-safe-space · 2 months

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Endos saying you don’t need trauma to be a system like trans people don’t need dysphoria doesn’t work as an argument because dysphoria isn’t the cause of being trans while trauma is the cause of being a system. And as a trans person and a system it just rubs me the wrong way one is an issue (saying it like that bc it isn’t just sunshine and roses) and the other is how you feel as a person and affects your outward expression

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a-detraque-barista · 1 year

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Insomniac Cookies

Soft Yandere!Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Genre: soft yandere, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: wassup my loves, here is yet another shinsou work cause i love him and this is roughly edited but i hope you enjoy~

The quiet hum of your ceiling fan did little to drown out the slightly louder murmur outside. Engines of cars and motorcycles were sparse but your ears kept picking up the grumble and low timbre coming from their exhausts. Your mind wasn’t willing to give up the alertness it felt it needed. Even as your room was completely dark, all electronics turned off and your black-out curtains covered the window so none of the street lights could make it to your tired eyes. Yet, your brain refused to wind down and stop the rushing thoughts that could wait until you awoke the next day.

You tossed and turned, laid still, stared at the walls, and stared at the ceiling. Soft music couldn’t help and neither did your nightly dose of melatonin. Finally, you gave in and picked up your phone. The sudden light burned your eyes as your irises adjusted to let it in. Your brow raised as you read the notifications, two messages from Shinsou Hitoshi. These were only from minutes ago, wondering what the indigo-haired brainwasher wanted at, oh god. You were now able to register what time it actually was. Four in the fucking morning. Had you really not slept since you laid in your bed at ten the night before? You let out a mixture of a groan and a whine before opening Shinou’s messages.

“L/n, I can’t sleep”

“Wake up already, I’m bored”

You rubbed your face before typing out your response, “I never went to sleep, what do you want”

Maybe that was a tad rude but you’re tired and you didn’t miss that comment about being bored. You rolled your eyes and set your phone down on your stomach, knowing it won’t take him long to respond. Then, a thought popped into your head, cookies. Fresh cookies never fail to help you fall asleep. Every time you found yourself unable to rest no matter how tired you were, you baked your favorite type of cookies. As you went to sit up, you felt your phone vibrate. Already knowing it was Shinsou, you read it, “I said I’m bored, let’s talk for a bit :)”

This time, both of your eyebrows raised. Quite bold, but what did you expect from someone who had a quirk that relied on talking?

“Can’t. I have cookies to make”

You tossed your phone on the bed and stood up and walked to the counter you had put in along with the fridge and oven to make all the sweets you want. You’re constantly eating sugar to make up for your quirk, Sugar Explosion. You have the ability to spit out candy and they explode within seconds.

Getting out two mixing bowls, a whisk, and two pans, you also get out your measuring cup and spoons. Reaching up toward the cabinet containing some of the most important ingredients needed to make cookies, a series of knocks came from your door. You froze. It was way too early for anyone to be knocking at your door. Slowly, you tread towards the door, placing your hand on the knob.

“L/n, it’s me,” your shoulders relax. You’d know that stoic voice anywhere.

“Good morning, Shinsou. So glad you invited yourself,” even after your annoyed words, you walked away while leaving the door open, and Shinsou entered before closing the door behind him.

Honestly, you’ve always loved the presence of the sleep-deprived boy from general studies. You know others don’t feel the same because of the fear of getting brainwashed. Shinsou has only used his quirk on you once when you tried going head-to-head with a villain without your provisional license. Something Shinsou was not going to let happen, knowing the consequences you would face if you did.

Opening the cupboards you look for sugar, flour, baking soda, and oil. Only to find flour and oil. You stare blankly at the empty space where the sugar should be. Ah, you used the rest of it yesterday to make hard candies. Growling, you slide your shoes and jacket on, practically forgetting the fellow insomniac boy in your room.

However, he followed you asking, “Where are you going so early?”

“The fucking store to get some damn sugar and baking soda so I can make some c o o k i e s,” your voice was low and gravelly as you muttered the curses making the purple-haired student chuckle.

At the store, Shinsou would snatch the things out of your hands so he could carry them. You weren’t really sure why he wanted to be around you all of a sudden but your top priority right now was to make cookies so you could get some sleep. Luckily it was the weekend so you didn’t have to worry about waking up in a couple of hours. Another reason why Shinsou should be in his room and not with you at the store.

Even as you got back to the dorms, he stilled stayed with you. Every time you turned around, he was helping you make the cookies. Whether it was measuring the floor out, cracking the eggs, pouring the dry ingredients into the wet ones as you whisk them. You couldn’t help but feel...ecstatic. You’ve always wanted to spend time like this with Shinsou but he was never really the type to spend more than ten minutes with someone at a time. His social battery was small which you respected, especially since yours wasn’t much bigger.

Your mind was preoccupied with these thoughts, leading you to burn your hand on the oven rack as you put the cookie sheet in. Shinsou took your hand to inspect it after closing the oven door.

“Idiot,” he chuckled as he brought your hand over to the sink so he can run cold water over your hand.

Your face was about as red as the burn that now adorned the side of your palm. Embarrassment with a touch of joy.

His hands were cold on their own, even colder with the water. Shinsou noticed your lack of a snide remark. Looking at your flushed features he couldn’t help the small smile that grew across his own. You were the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. That’s why he invited himself over. His mind was plagued by thoughts of you and only you. You two were known for being the two insomniacs of the school so he always dreamed of someday falling asleep next to you.

By now, your hand was becoming numb and gently tugged your arm back but Shinsou had a firm grip on your wrist.

Your tug snapped Shinsou back into reality. He loosened his grip but didn’t let go completely. His eyes dropped down to your lips, bitten from holding in pained moans. You looked at Shinsou, confused, but he said nothing.

He moved his ice cold hands to cup your face. Wet thumbs caressing your cheeks. The difference in temperature felt amazing on your scorching face that felt as if it was getting hotter by the second.

Shinsou watched closely as you licked your dry lips. His royal purple irises darkened to a merlot shade at the action. His own tongue peeking out to wet his.

Slowly, he leaned in. Carefully, scared you would pull away but even more scared you didn’t want the kiss he was about to be blessed with. He may be kissing you but just being able to give you a peck was a blessing for him.

When you didn’t pull back from him, he gently pressed his lips to yours. Then again, and again, until he stayed. Tongue poking out to prod at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Without hesitation, you let him in. The kiss was slow but full of pent up feelings. He was pouring everything into this one kiss and who were you to not do the same? The years of wanting even a hug from the indigo haired brainwasher, and you’ve gotten something beyond that.

Shinsou pulled away first, hesitating. Almost wishing the two of you could stay like that forever. However, there was another important matter to attend to.

“Did you set a timer for the cookies?” Shinsou questioned as he still held your face in his hands.

His inquiry brought you out from your dreamy daze, “Shit.”

#yandere shinsou #yandere bnha #yandere mha #bnha x reader #soft yandere #shinsou hitoshi x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere mha x reader #mha x reader #yandere shinsou x reader

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laconicmoon · 28 days

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🇵🇸low spoons, low income ways to support a free palestine🇵🇸

For many low-income and/or disabled activists, we can't always do the obvious things to support Palestine like donating money or going to protests. I'm compiling this list to remind myself what I *can* do, and I'm hoping it might help some other people too.

Disclaimer: you might not find all of these to be low spoons for you--maybe drawing is physically difficult, or phone calls are distressing. These are just ideas! Please ignore and adapt them to suit your needs and abilities <3

🍉Get creative with stickers, posters, zines, whatever!

Adhesive shipping labels from USPS ship to your house for free (if you live in the US). You can order up to 750 at a time! Draw a Palestinian flag or "Free Gaza" on there and stick them everywhere (it's actually quite easy to vandalize without getting caught).

If you want to go bigger, try a wheatpaste, and if you have access to a printer or copier, leave some zines around (tutorial, canva template). If you are housebound, you can give them to a friend to spread around for you.

You can also make signs and have someone else take them to a protest. If you're a sewist, make a puppet or wearable patches!

🍉Display a Palestinian flag or pro-Palestine sign in your window

If you live in an area where this isn't safe, or if you don't have your own space, assess the risk before you do this. You could also put up a more subtle symbol, such as a watermelon, if you are nervous about backlash.

🍉Contact your reps!

I know people say this all the time, but for my US-based friends, some pointers to make it take as few spoons as possible--

Democracy.io makes it super easy to email both your senators and your representative at the same time.

Faxzero.com allows you to send a fax straight to your reps' printers. Not all of their offices have this enabled, but I've heard faxes are more direct than emails.

If you don't know what to say, you can adapt this template (it's a bit outdated). Or just write "Free Palestine" or "Ceasefire Now." Something is better than nothing!

🍉Participate in phone zaps

Often times, organizations like USPCN or Jewish Voice for Peace will ask for people to call a person or organization to put pressure on them, such as demanding that a university drop charges against student protestors. Monitor those accounts and, if you're up for it, call or leave a message. Or, you could even text the group chat and conduct your own phone zap!

🍉Check out library books about Palestine

You also may be able to request that your library purchase certain titles, or request titles they don't have through interlibrary loan!

🍉Write a letter to the editor

You can write either to a local paper or a school paper, if you're a student or alum. This is a great way to break out of the echo chamber--local papers often have an intergenerational audience.

🍉Send in a public comment to a city council meeting

Many cities have the option to send in a public comment electronically! So if you can't make it to an in-person meeting, this is a good option, especially if your city is trying to pass a ceasefire resolution.

🍉Attend online Jewish Voice for Peace "Power Half-Hour for Gaza"

JVP's Power Half-Hours are a wonderful space to grieve, process, and build stamina for the fight to come. Monday through Friday, 3pm ET/ 12pm PT, 30 minutes of solidarity-building and reflection facilitated by Jewish leaders but open to all. You can pre-register to join on Zoom or stream on YouTube.

🍉Support friends who go to protests/actions

That can be as simple as texting them before and after and making sure they are safe, lending them a bandana or rain gear, or providing a place to decompress afterward! If you have an animal that does well in crowds, consider allowing a trusted friend to take them to a protest or encampment for a short time. Seeing dogs in keffiyehs always makes my day <3

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🍉Other Considerations and Reminders 🍉

Focus on the long haul. It's more important to create a pace of activism that's sustainable for you than it is to do everything all the time.

"Ought" implies "can." If you are unable to do something, or if it would be very difficult for you to do so, you are in no way obligated to do that thing!

Block words on social media if you need to. In a similar vein, you do not need to force yourself to constantly watch graphic videos or read upsetting posts. Yes, Gaza has asked us to bear witness to the atrocities there--"All Eyes on Gaza Now" is a common chant for a reason. But that doesn't mean you, specifically, must doomscroll forever.

Please reblog with your own favorite ways to advocate for Palestine when you're broke and spoonless 🇵🇸 🇵🇸

#free palestine #free gaza #palestina libre #solarpunk #disability #valiantly battled the brain fog and dislocating hip for this one. hope it's worth it #long post

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Unpopular opinion: Tumblr generally being a safe space for neurodivergence and mental and physical issues of all kinds is a good thing, BUT a not insubstantial number of people will blame anxiety or low spoons for EVERY. DAMN. THING and it's ridiculous. As a perpetually dopamine-starved person I know for a fact that when I accept these things as excuses for myself and don't even TRY, my baseline gets WORSE and everything else gets worse as a result of that, and it's very easy to lie down and blame spoons but guess what, feeling shitty because I let the dishes pile up is not something you can will away with positive talk or "disability acceptance". So I'm sick of seeing other people use that to excuse every last tiny little thing. Not only are they making shitty excuses for things and making social anxiety harder to take seriously ("my social anxiety prevents me from reblogging art I like" and other frivolous shit like that where, if the person genuinely suffered from anxiety to that degree, they would not be on fickle, tumultous Tumblr, that's for damn sure), they're not even actually helping themselves, either.

Sorry for the heated tone, I just needed to vent about this. Disclaimer, people are different and some people have very different experiences and I don't speak for everyone, and too much pressure on yourself vs. too little is a perpetual see-saw of hell. It's just something I've observed.

Just, ahhh. You know that brand of posts pushing back against this with messages like "Sometimes, self-care isn't a bath with scented candles, it's actually doing the laundry"? Here's me gesturing vaguely at that brand of post and saying we need more of that energy in many other things as well. Yes, sometimes you have low spoons and don't text your friends back but maintaining friendships is in your own best long-term interest and future you will be happy you did so and generally better-off for it. Et cetera.

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No Kisses | KTH Chapter VII: Let's Confess!??

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter VII: Let's Confess!?? || Series Masterlist

“Tae!!” You giggled as he attacked your neck with kisses. He laid behind you on the freshly clean couch, spooning your body while trying to finish last night’s movie since you were…interrupted.

Since you both slept through the morning, you spent the afternoon in each other’s company. You cooked a meal for you and him while he found your washer and dryer, washing his dirtied clothes. He also cleaned your cum-stained couch, which you were extremely grateful for.

You only had on an oversized t-shirt and fresh underwear. While waiting for his clothes, he didn’t bother having anything on. Although his bareness was a God-giving sight, you didn’t want his dick dangling around distracting you…it would lead to things you were still sore from.

You handed him a pair of Jimin’s old joggers. They were a bit short on the legs, but hey, it covered his unmentionables. However, the little shit dared to hang them so low you found his shaved happy trail. You couldn’t help but peak from time to time until he teased you about it.

His teasing would have you snap back like a grumpy gremlin, but you could only pout and scrunch your nose. He mocked your expression. Irritated, you pushed him away and wanted to be alone, but he didn’t let you.

He chased after and grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up in the air before placing you down on your couch. He smooched wet kisses on your face and finally onto your addicting lips before apologizing.

The both of you felt an unspoken shift. You felt lighter seeing him and vice versa, almost happy and in l***. You enjoyed every minute together, the craving, the taste, the sweet sick scent of longing idiots. It didn’t help that the first sight you woke to was him eating you out like your pussy was a God damn breakfast buffet.

He had to change the sheets again.

You weren’t getting anywhere with this movie, so you called it quits and exited from the streaming account. You turned towards the cheeky captain, facing him with your noses touching.

“Baby, why’d you stop the movie?” He questioned innocently, but his tone was anything but.

“We’re never gonna see Boo finally get into her room if you keep kissing me!”

“Then we never will.” He shrugged. Moving closer, his lips reached yours, wanting your sweet taste on him. He loved kissing you, will never get enough. He felt you kissing back, smiling into your mouth.

He nearly came right then and there when you swiped your tongue on his mouth for permission. You never initiated anything with him, but there’s always a first for something.

Once he accepted, your tongues collided and suckled, creating wet sounds throughout the living room. Your bodies shifted, letting you go on top of him. You felt him hardening under you, feeling more of him since you only had panties on. Rotating your hips, he groaned deeply, biting your lower lip and sucking onto it. He slapped your ass cheek, then massaged the muscle. You were sensitive, but it didn’t hurt to tease him.

But you thought wrong.

But before he could do anything, ringing resonated in the vicinity. You both turned to your coffee table, spotting Taehyung’s phone going off. It was Jimin calling. You glanced at him, then back to the device, suddenly feeling queasy about the thought of your cousin. Did he know what was going on? How would he feel?

The call quickly ended, revealing a bunch of missed calls and text messages from various people. But you couldn’t fully see it as Jimin called again and Taehyung suckled on your neck.

“Tae, aren’t you gonna get that?” You pushed away, sitting on his pelvic. “It’s Jimin.”

With the look in your eyes, you weren’t taking no for an answer. He sighed before lifting himself up. You shifted apart, but he tugged you to sit on his lap as he reached for his phone. You, on the other hand, went for the remote to resume the movie.

The ringing ended, but since your cousin was fucking adamant, his annoying ass face popped up on the screen. He accepted it and didn’t bother to greet as Jimin said, “And he’s alive! Jesus fucking Christ, Tae, I’ve been calling you since last night. You dipped out of nowhere. Yeonjun and Seokjin told me you just left! Might I also mention you were fucking drunk and unaware of your surroundings! Are you okay, my wonderful, stupid-ass best friend?”

“I’m fine, you miniature Bratz doll.” He puffed, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I was nervous for you, my God! I thought something happened, and I wanted to call the police or hospital—”

“I’m fine. Damn, you’re more anxious than my parents.” He interrupted his best friend. He gazed back at you being indulged into Monsters, Inc. Without thought, he intertwined his free hand with yours, making you eye him out with a smile. You raised the interwoven hands towards your lips to kiss his sweetly.

“Anyways, Jungkook calmed me down, and he told me to look at your location,” Jimin announced. “So tell me why you’ve been at my cousin’s house since last night.”

Taehyung swore his stomach dropped out of his asshole, trying to find a reason to give Jimin without any words, including, “I’ve been fucking your cousin’s guts behind your back.” Without thinking, he jolted up from his seat, letting you get up and fall from the sudden force. You looked up at him with confusion as you spotted his wide eyes and gaping mouth, standing still.

To be fair, Jimin knew about Taehyung’s crush on you and encouraged him to confess. Though your cousin didn’t know how you felt, he was delusional and would think of it as anti-climatic if something were to happen.

Despite Jimin’s approval, Taehyung doesn’t think his best friend would appreciate you being dumbified by his kinky horny friend. Taehyung eventually would reveal his feelings, but it wasn’t the right time. Especially after what happened at the party.

“Tae, you okay?” You inquired. He looked distraught, and you wanted to know why to comfort him.

Gazing into your pupils, he cleared his throat and nodded. “Ummm, ___ had a movie night and told me about it, so that’s why I left. I fell asleep here and just chilled.” You cocked an eyebrow at his response. He technically didn’t lie, apart from knowing your movie night, but he did leave out a couple of things he did during his stay.

“Uhh-huh, okay? It’s now 5 pm and you’re still chilling there. That’s cool. Anything else?”

“No, we had a late lunch, and that’s about it. We’re watching Monsters, Inc., if you were wondering.”

“Are you sure that was it? Don’t lie to me.” Jimin tried scrutinizing.

“What else do you want me to say? I’m wearing your sweatpants because I didn’t want to sleep in those tight ass jeans that rode up my dick.” Taehyung deflected, and you shook your head before turning back to the screen. “I promise you, nothing happened.”

“I’m just concerned, okay?” He could feel his best friend pouting his lips. “I thought you were going to confess or something…it’s been years, Tae!”

“I can’t tell her yet. Now’s not the time.” Taehyung said under his breath, looking at you mindlessly enjoying the movie.

“When will be the time?” Jimin huffed. “Look, I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I am, and I’m enjoying it right now.” He smirked, eyes roaming the tops of your thighs.

“Anyways, have dinner with me! Let’s get cold noodles across the street from my place.”

“Ahh, you’re more demanding than an actual partner.” Taehyung scoffed. “Fine, gimme an hour, and I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay, bye. Love you!! See you soon, bro!” With that, Jimin hung up as he got what he wanted.

“What did Jimin say?” You asked, even though you heard some things.

“He just wanted to know where I was and wanted to have dinner together.” He replied. “Looks like I have to get going.”

“You’re leaving?” You pulled your attention away from Mike and Sulley to stare sadly at him with your large doe eyes.

“Aww, baby. I’m sorry, my best friend—your cousin—is needy and wants to spend time with me.” He chuckled at your adorable heart-wrenching expression. “I’ll make it up by texting and calling you, okay?”

You sighed and nodded. You didn’t want anyone to suspect anything, but it sucked when you had to share him with your cousin like that. Taehyung threw on his clothes and made sure he looked semi-presentable. He was going home from here but wished that no one saw him leaving your apartment as it would lead to assumptions that were very much true.

You walked him towards your door, and as you opened it, he pulled you in for a giant kiss on the lips, holding you tightly. You were surprised by the action but still enjoyed it as you kissed back. He parted away and gave another but smaller peck.

“I’ll miss you.” He whispered.

“I’ll miss you too.” You grinned like an idiot in l***.

“Uhh, hey.” Another voice came out of nowhere.

Your heads followed the sound, finding a flabbergasted Yeonjun in front of your door with his fist in mid-knock. He saw everything, the fluffy sick exchange, the kiss, the fact Taehyung wore the same outfit, and remembered what happened last night at the party.

Then Taehyung remembered as well, feeling his heart race.

You both let go of one another to avoid any other happenings. You then realized you had no shorts underneath your large shirt, so you hid behind your door. Trying to steer away from the conversation, you said, “What’s up, Yeonjun? Got locked out again?”

“Yeah…I forgot my keys when I threw my trash away. Can I have my spare?” The younger boy asked while eying out your smooth legs. Taehyung noticed but didn’t say anything. He only glared at him.

“Ahh, it was a good idea for you to make another and give it to me.” You sighed. “I’ll be right back.” You trotted away to your bedroom to obtain his keys and put on some pajama pants because you swore he checked you out.

In the meantime, Taehyung and Yeonjun silently exchanged glances as if they were conversing. The younger speculated something between the president and football captain but crossed it out when he saw Taehyung kiss another. Everyone knew his rule, knowing it was serious. But now he was here, seeing him with you the day after and also kissing.

Yeonjun was smart enough to not be involved despite being curious. He only gave him a look that said Taehyung needed to figure out what to do before shit happens—even though it already happened. Taehyung nodded, agreeing with what Yeonjun thought. It was a big deal, and if you were important to him, he needed to tell you but feared how you would react when he did so.

The weekend passed, and you were excited to go back to school. Not because of all the stress and work, but you wanted to see him. Taehyung kept his promise and texted or called you through the days. It was unfortunate that you didn’t see him throughout the day. Your schedules never aligned except for the joint meetings.

You were finally done with your classes for the day but had to attend this leadership meeting with the other club presidents on the assistance you’ll need for homecoming. It wasn’t strenuous. Though you wished you were anywhere else but here. Preferably in Taehyung’s arms.

Though you liked him and fell harder, your heart had hope, hope that Taehyung felt the same. After all, he did kiss you, and that meant something? He finally lifted his rule, and now it didn’t pertain to you. You still didn’t know why he didn’t kiss, but you assumed he’d tell you later if you asked.

When he kissed you, it was one of the most magical things you could have dreamt about. Not because it was good—in fact, it was amazing—but because it was something that you’ve longed for, wishing to do with him. You wished that you were finally going to be together after all.

Being hopeful and confident that Taehyung would reciprocate, you decided to confess to him soon. You didn’t know when or how to approach it, but you didn’t want to wait any longer. You knew what you wanted, and it was him.

Alas, you were stuck in this meeting, and then you have another council-only meeting afterward.

Meanwhile, Taehyung showered after practice, smiling at himself and the very thought of you. He was for sure whipped and head over heels for you. He made the best decision ever, finally kissing you the other day. He felt closer to you than ever, never wanting to let go.

He was nervous about being honest with you and telling him about kissing Bini, but perhaps you’ll understand him once you find out he only did it because he thought of and missed you. He’ll tell you soon, but he didn’t know when or how to approach it, but he shouldn’t wait any longer.

He dried himself down, then headed towards his locker to change. Some members were still out practicing, others left for the day, but it was overall quiet in the room. Once he made it, he met someone he didn’t want to see.

“What are you doing here?” He spat back.

You were done with the meeting, satisfied with the productivity made. Everyone knew their roles and positions during the parade as well. You walked down the hallway towards the council room while your mind wandered what Taehyung was doing right now, probably practicing. Maybe you’ll text him soon before your council meeting starts.

Once you arrived, you spotted Jimin with your best friends. You greeted and waved, wondering why he was here and not at practice.

“Coach gave us a choice to rest or practice. He didn’t want us to be overworked. Some of us stayed back, but I helped the parade committee with the float.” Jimin informed. “Can some of you help me bring the supplies here from the lockers? There’s a lot of them. “

“Sure!” You settled your backpack down. “I don’t mind. We have some time.”

“I’ll come with!” Hoseok tagged along.

“Not me. I’m good, thank you.” Yoongi was too busy writing a paper, to which you all shrugged.

Though it hadn’t been long since he had seen her, he wished to never be affiliated with her anymore. Bini broke his heart and cheated on him the entire summer before their second year of college began. She lied to his face, telling him the guy she was with was an older family friend who was practically her brother.

Unfortunately, Taehyung was oblivious and trusted her until someone took a video of her slobbering up with that very guy and sent it to him. He was devastated, to say the least, crying to Jimin at times and being an absolute mess with post-breakup and his first love hurting him.

The worst part of it all was that she never had a reason for why she cheated. She just did it and continued to do it until he found out. In the past, Taehyung thought it was his fault that he did something wrong for her to betray the relationship. But not anymore and realized that she probably never felt as much as he did with her. Maybe she was only with him to boost her ego that she kissed Kim Taehyung, the football captain who never kisses anyone.

It didn’t matter anymore, though. He was finally getting a chance with you, someone who was more important, trusting, and kind for his heart to accept. He didn’t want to ruin it.

“Tae, I’ve been thinking about you since that night,” Bini announced instead of answering his question.

“Bini, that kiss meant nothing.” He sighed, shaking his head as he walked up to his lockers, trying his best to ignore her presence while he was gathering his belongings. “We were both under the influence.”

“But didn’t you feel what I felt?” She didn’t want to give up. “I mean, before we—”

“What we did together was ages ago. It’s been years!” He interrupted her, not bothering to face her. If he did, he was afraid the memories could come back.

“Taehyung, you and I both know when kissing is involved, it means something, especially to you.”

Irritated when she used his reasonings against him, his eyes met hers. “You have no right to say that after what you did to me.”

“I told you I regretted it ever since! Please, I want you back! I—”

“Well, I don’t. Sure, kissing means something to me but not this time.” He stood his ground. “This time, I was drunk, and I regret it. I don’t want you.”

Tears glazed Bini’s eyes, she knew it was the end of all, but she didn’t have the heart to stop. She knew his reason why. She wasn’t an idiot. When she observed from afar, she saw it in him every time he looked at you with the love he used to have for her, only this time it was much heavier and unconditional. He may have given up on her, but he’d never give up on you.

“It’s Jimin’s little cousin, right?” She sniffed, feeling her cheeks warming from her pain. “The one you wanted after me.”

“Don’t act so pretentious. Not everything has to do with you.” He rolled his eyes, folding his arms in front of his torso.

“Student body goody-two-shoes president?” Unnecessary words spewed out of her mouth. “Damn, didn’t know that was your type all along?”

“Don’t mock me or insult her. You don’t know me anymore, Bini. I’ve changed since freshmen year.”

“Maybe, but what happens if Jimin found out? Her friends? I know you’re doing things with her?”

His eyes grew, and his confidence took a hit. “I—”

“Everyone is probably ignorant, but I saw the glances.” She smirked as she could see his walls crashing down. “Frequently, messy hair and reddened lips. Your uniforms are completely wrinkled.”

“A-are you a stalker?”

“No, I just people watch, and you’re my favorite one.” She shrugged. “I wonder if you kissed her yet. I bet you did, but we kissed first and what we had was special.”

“Bini, st—”

“You probably did it first, and assuming how she is, she’s innocently following. But here’s the thing, Taehyung, I don’t think she likes you.” She stated, slowly moving toward him. “She’s letting you do all these things, probably for some good dicking. I mean, I can’t blame her. I enjoyed it too.” She was too close for his liking. Her focus was strong and held an aura that Taehyung was somewhat afraid of.

Bini knew underneath his facade that Taehyung was naive and vulnerable. His mind conflicted with his actions, going towards reaches that he was willing to do anything for acceptance and reassurance. He was willing to do things that probably led to consequences and hurt himself.

Bini had to use it to her advantage to get what she wanted with how he was acting. It happened when they were together, and to this day, Taehyung hasn’t noticed what she was doing. “It’s been a while, and she still hasn’t shown any feelings towards you. I’ve seen her push you away when you held her. She never said she missed you when you said it back.”

“Y-you d-don’t know anything,” He wanted to punch himself for being flustered by her. He didn’t want her to have his way.

She hummed, acknowledging him. “I know that we kissed, and you know that I still love you. Why waste your time on someone who doesn’t love you back?” She rested her palm on his chest, feeling his heartbeat rapidly. The look in his eyes told her that he felt exposed, susceptible to any behavior she could do from now on.

Did you feel the same with him? You were needy that other day. It meant something, right? But in the past occurrences, you did push away. Your friends didn’t know about him, and you weren’t upset when he spoke with Jimin about his whereabouts. How could you possibly fall for him if your actions didn’t add up?

He was not contemplating if he even had a chance with you. After all, once homecoming is over, you want to end it.

The contemplation and insecurity in his gaze revealed Bini got him where she wanted.

“Heard Taehyung spent the night at yours,” Jimin reported out of nowhere as the three of you headed to the locker room.

“What the fuck?” Hoseok snapped his head at you, growing a scowl. “I’m your best friend, and you didn’t tell me!”

“Jesus, relax! Nothing happened.” You implied, knowing what he was thinking about. “He was kind enough to join me on movie night. He happened to fall asleep, hence why he stayed at my place. He didn’t leave me for some party like a certain someone.”

“Hey, I told you to come with me, and you denied.” He rolled his eyes. “All in all, blame Yoongi. He told me he fell asleep and didn’t go.”

“Yeah, that bitch didn’t even apologize. Just gave me donuts.” You grumbled.

“Interesting to see you guys close.” Jimin pointed out. “You and Tae, that is. Usually, you’d be at each other’s throats.” Well, yes. But not in the way you’re thinking of.

You shrugged, trying to contain the smile blossoming on your face. “Change of heart, I guess. I told him that we needed to do our best and deal with each other, and he agreed.”

“How kind of him to agree without getting something out of it. He looks like the type to.” Your best friend highlighted, laughing at the thought.

“He is.” Jimin joined in on the laughter.

You laughed uncomfortably, “Yeah, who would have thought?”

“You realize he’s fond of you, right ___?” Jimin brought it up as you spotted the building near.

“I guess so?” You didn’t understand why he said that. “He enjoys annoying me and is practically the bane of my existence.”

“He has his reasons, and hopefully, he’ll tell you.” Your cousin explained. “He cares about you.”

“Interesting, you say that because ___ thinks of him in a similar way.” Hoseok blurted out. You glared at him as he blew you a kiss and then at a puzzled Jimin.

“What does he me—”

“I’ll tell you later. Just know that I don’t think he’s bad as I thought he would.” Your statement was super vague, but Jimin took it as a good sign for his friend to confess.

“So, where are the boxes?” Hoseok asked.

“They’re in the back where the storage is.” Oh, it was near Taehyung’s lockers. “The doors are wide open; members are probably practicing.”

You all quietly entered the room as Jimin led you to the back. You didn’t hear any noise, thinking that people weren’t there. The storage room was in the corner and had to take a turn. Once you did so together, your eyes reached a tragic nauseating sight that ripped your heart into a million pieces.

Eyes closed, his hands were on her waist with her arms around his neck, chests pressed together, and him being covered with only a thin towel. The heart-wrenching part was that they were moving in motion with their lips molded. They kissed like they were the only ones in this room, in the world.

You absolutely hated it.

“Oh, shit! Seriously!” Jimin gasped while Hoseok scowled in disgust. “Taehyung!”

The culprit’s eyes shot open before pushing away from her. Though your cousin called him out, his attention was on you with the hurt in your eyes. You weren’t looking at him anymore. You peered at Bini, who smiled with please, holding your contact. You could feel her gloating, saying, “I too kissed Kim Taehyung. You’re not any different than me.”

He kissed you as if you were the only one, that you were special. Everything was a lie. There was no hope. You had no chance of ever being with him. You should’ve known from the beginning, but you were too blinded by your crush.

You refused to cry and show him how much you were affected by it, but your very little pride and self-respect in you covered your sadness, and the universe gave you a little chance when your phone rang, pulling it out of your skirt pocket.

“___—“Taehyung breathed and took a step to your reach.

“Jimin, Soobin is calling me. It must be an emergency, I’ll have to leave, but I’ll force Yoongi to help you both. See you soon, Hoseok, bye.” You said under one breath as you fled the premises. You don’t know what happened next, but all you saw was a blurred vision and feeling tears running down your face.

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