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jake-webber · 4 months

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AFTERMATH | JAKE WEBBER

“I was drunk and you looked like a bad bitch.”

SUMMARY ⟢ You and your childhood best friend, Jake Webber, attend a party together and got caught in your drunken states on live. (unedited)

PAIRING ⟢ Jake Webber x Platonic!Reader

“Guys, guys—“ You watched as one of your mods turned your twitch chat into emote-only mode, chuckling to yourself as the rest of the viewers try to communicate with you and each other.

“Guys, we need to calm down. I will watch it but only when the other culprit is here.” Your tone had a light-hearted tone as you explained what the two of you had planned. “We’re both very hangover right now— I don’t even know how I’m not vomiting by seeing you guys.” You paused. “Not like that but ya’ll know what I’m sayin’.”

The chat grew faster by the second; some were sharing their own reactions from last night while the other cursed Jake. You shook your head in amusement of your current situation, sighing as you leaned against your chair. It was too early in the morning for a stream and you wouldn’t be close to awake if your friend didn’t practically exploded your notification.

Apparently, during the birthday party you and Jake went to, someone went live without the host knowing and caught interesting clips of the two of you—it would’ve been fine if you weren’t drunk out of your mind but you were and you had a habit of getting a bit touchy with the nearest person. You can’t decide at the moment if it was fortunate or not that Jake was your victim, who was also just as blacked out as you were.

The live started in the middle of the party where everyone already had more than 5 shots in their system along with you and Jake. The camera panned to you drunkenly chatting with your friends on the bar and playing drinking games, clueless to your impending doom. The live stayed there the whole time since the streamer decided you and Jake were the most entertaining people in the party.

“Okay, okay—Never have I ever but if it’s something you haven’t done you’ll drink.” The game was as simply done as your friend had suggested but even when out of his mind, Jake managed to control the whole game.

Jake handed you two shots for some reason but you were too drunk to decline. “Never have I ever shat myself at the Paris tower!” You laughed, leaning against him as you grabbed the shots with both your hands. “I’ve never even been out the country, you asshole.”

“Well, looks like you’re gonna have to drink.” Jake responded in a sing-song voice, sliding his palms on the back of your hands to push the glass towards your face. Not minding the physical contact, you gulped down the shot at the same time, spilling some on your and Jake’s pants. He grabbed the shot glass from your hands and placed them back on the bar.

You whistled, “Look at you being a gentleman.” You placed your index finger on his jaw, making him face you from his chest. The camera managed to catch the drunken smiles from the two of you as you made eye contact. “Next thing I know you’re wiping my face.”

And he did. Using the collar of your shirt, he roughly wiped the spillage on the corners of your lips and your chin. “God, you’re like a baby, dude.”

“I didn’t even ask you.”

“You didn’t?”

You shook your head as you laughed. “Where’s your ears, man?” You mumbled, though loud enough for him to hear as you suddenly turned around, facing him and grabbed his ears. The action caused for Jake to lean downwards due to the height difference.

“Should I just get rid of these?” You repeatedly pulled on his poor ears, “You don’t even use them anymore!” The rest of your friends laughed at the interaction, along with the mystery streamer getting closer with his camera. It had a light that blinded Jake which made you look back.

Your mind couldn’t process that they were live, seemingly thinking that they were just recording. But having a job where you practically face a camera all day, words began spilling from your mouth as a second instinct.

“Hey, guys!” You shouted in between the loud music, eyelids half closed now that the lights were in your face. You removed yourself from Jake to get closer but his arms were already around your waist, making him follow along.

“Stop moving around! I’m not a dog.” Jake complained, tightening his grip on you as he closed his eyes. “At least give me a treat or something.”

“What even is this guy yapping about?” You said to the camera, earning a kick to your ankle. You laughed as you spoke again. “Anyways! How are we doing? I can’t see a fucking thing and I’m having a good time.” Naturally, no one responded but that didn’t stop Jake from unknowingly embarrassing your sober self tomorrow.

You felt his weight shift behind you as he tapped on the camera, using his height to tower over you to reach it. “Hey, wanna see something cool?” You couldn’t hear the guy’s answer even if you wanted to as the music’s bass consumed your eardrums. You just watched as both of Jake’s hands made their to each side of your head, his fingers burying themselves deep into your disheveled hair.

His nose was practically touching yours. “Are we about to kiss right now?” You asked with a grin, purposefully bumping your forehead on his.

“We are! D’you want to?” Jake asked as he squished your face, laughing as your cheeks made your lips deform from its natural shape. With the music blasting in your ears, the alcohol you drank continuously coursing through your veins, and the camera’s light still blinding you—Every single thoughts had disappeared when you answered.

“Fuck it.” You said with a shrug, nudging yourself closer to meet his lips. Jake thought it would be a good idea to lean forward, bending your back as the two of you chuckled in the kiss. The people around you cheered as drunk people would do if they literally see anyone making out. But the two of you weren’t; if anything, it just felt like you face planted on Jake’s face.

He pulled away when you punched his shoulder, forgetting that you two needed to breathe to live. “Stop kissing me to death, dude!” You said through pants, wiping your lips of residue alcohol Jake had on his mouth that got transferred to you.

“Just say your lungs are weaker than a smoker. Just say that.” Jake said in a mocking tone.

The night ended with the host finding the guy streaming her party with bodyguards that were twice in size compared to everyone. You woke up in Jake’s house, specifically on his couch while the said boy was on the floor next to you, sleeping like a knocked out bear in the wild. You groaned in pain when your phone kept ringing to no end. With the mix of your hangover and tiredness, you finally picked up your phone and here you are in Johnnie’s room, using his computer to go live.

Jake entered the room with new clothes from the night before. His hair was still a bit damp as he sat down next to you, making some of the droplets fall to your lap. “C’mon, dude, I just borrowed these from Johnnie.”

The chat went even faster at his presence, making your eyes roll. “Uh, I think they’re too excited on embarrassing us.” Jake said in one of those fake nerdy tone of his.

“That happens when hot people kiss on camera.”

Jake immediately agreed with a firm nod. “I agree.” His eye scanned the chat, trying to get at least a glimpse of a coherent sentence.

jakesdietcke9 DO YOU GUYS REGRET THE KISS?

“Hell no!” Jake responded, crossing his arm. “We did it for the vine, guys—we did it for the live!”

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bradshawssugarbaby · 20 days

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Meet The Teacher - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: Bradley Bradshaw's re-entering civilian life with a new mission - teaching second grade.

a/n: thank you to @nerdgirljen for suggesting the idea with her breakdown of Bradley's military file, and thank you to @floydsmuse, @mamachasesmayhem, and @purelyfiction for reading this over for me last night 😅

pairing: teacher!Bradley Bradshaw x single mom!reader (last name is given to reader) warnings/content: mentions of trauma/injury, mentions of death/parent loss, Bradley pining for a student's mom, allusions to smut (masturbating (m)).

word count: 2.9k

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“You’ve got this, Bradshaw. You’ve got this. It’s just two dozen second graders. You’ve flown fighter jets and stared enemy aircraft in the eye, shot them down midair, you can handle a classroom of second graders.”

Bradley repeated his mantra over and over in the rearview mirror of his car, taking a deep breath as he nodded his head. He adjusted the collar on his baby blue and white striped dress shirt, fingers tracing over the silver chain of his dog tags. His breath hitched in his throat as he ran his fingertip over the beaded chain, letting it out in a strained sigh. He was venturing into uncharted waters here, and he was beginning to wonder if he was in over his head.

Six months ago, he was flying planes, one of the US Navy’s finest aviators. He’d never cared much about what he could have been doing if he hadn’t become a pilot - he’d known as long as he could remember that he wanted to fly. Since his accident though, he began to process all the things he’d let himself miss out on over the past 18 years. At 40 years old, he knew he was pushing his body to its limits, but he didn’t think he’d reached that threshold yet.

He was wrong.

It’d been a routine flight exercise, the kind he’d done about 40,000 times before in his career. His plane’s engine cut out, a mechanical failure beyond anyone’s control that couldn’t have been predicted. He kept his composure, pulled the ejection handle and parachuted his way to the ground below. In an ideal situation, he would have landed perfectly, safe and sound and taken to the hospital for observation but released the next day.

Instead, he’d blown his knee out on his landing, making walking next to impossible, let alone flying.

Presented with his options, returning to flying seemed unlikely. His knee would only likely get worse, and he realized, he sort of liked the idea of settling down someday — he knew forty was a little late in life to realize it, but damn it, he did want a family. He didn’t want to be that dad who couldn’t keep up with his kid. He wanted to be an active, fun parent like he’d remembered his mom being in her lifetime. He wanted to be able to dance with his new bride at his wedding, if it ever happened, and he couldn’t do any of that if his knee was fucked beyond repair.

Dreams of coaching Little League and dancing around kitchens in the soft, yellow glow of overhead lights had suddenly flashed before him in his hospital room, and when the proposition of an honourable discharge came up, an offer absolving him of any guilt for abandoning his post in the pursuit of a civilian little fairytale life, he seized it. He loved flying, but he knew he couldn’t do it forever, despite his best efforts. He needed something to fall back on. And if these hopes and dreams suddenly crossing his mind — having a wife and a family, being a doting dad — were to come true, he needed to start somewhere.

Bradley always swore he’d never leave a wife and family behind. He’d seen what happened when a service member didn’t come home first hand - his dad was killed in a training incident when he was just over two years old, and he’d seen how his whole world turned on its side when it happened. Even as a toddler, he remembered a lot of crying from his mother, and suddenly noticing a huge absence in his life that couldn’t be explained.

He didn’t understand what happened until he turned five, when he finally worked up the courage to ask his mom where his dad was. Why he left. Why he didn’t want to be home with Bradley. The moment he was old enough to decide his career path, he knew he wouldn’t be able to put a wife and children through the things he and his mom had been through. He was better off alone if he was serving. And it suited him just fine for the most part. The odd pang of jealousy when a colleague got married, the occasional feeling that he was missing out on something each time someone he knew announced the arrival of a new baby — they were easy enough to ignore when he focused his attention on his work.

Now, sitting in his parked car, an hour before the start of the school year, he was talking himself through how to survive his first day in his chosen back-up profession — teaching.

He’d minored in education studies at university when he went. He’d promised his mother when he was applying to colleges that he’d pick a good back-up option to flying, just in case he didn’t get into the academy, and everyone knew he was great with kids. He’d often babysat for his mom’s friends, volunteered to coach softball teams and run summer camps at the community centre throughout high school. Teaching seemed like a no-brainer.

He let out a heavy sigh as he strolled into the school, his head held high, lesson plans tucked neatly in a file folder under his arm, his coffee cup in the other hand. He was ready to face the day, and whatever these seven-year-olds had to throw at him.

The day went on without a hitch, much to Bradley’s relief. Twenty-three little darlings sat in their desks, on their best behaviour for their first day of class. He knew it was unlikely that they’d continue to be so well-behaved, but he savoured it while it lasted. His co-workers seemed laidback and relaxed, friendly smiles and waves exchanged frequently in passing, words of advice and encouragement spoken at length over lunch and prep times.

Three o’clock came faster than anticipated, and Bradley felt like he’d barely covered any of his plans for the day. At dismissal, he’d politely waved goodbye to each and every child, introducing himself to the parents he’d missed that morning at drop off, and greeting the ones he’d already met with brief updates about their child’s day. The last child to be picked up was a sweet little boy, with blonde hair and hazel eyes, freckles dotted across the bridge of his nose. Bradley’s brown eyes scanned over the attendance record in his hand. Wells Montgomery.

At 3:10, Wells had grown bored of kicking his soccer ball around the grassy area around the side of the school. He picked his ball up under his arm and hurried back to Bradley.

“Mr. Bradshaw, is my mom here yet?”

“Not yet, bud. She’s probably stuck in traffic coming over the bridge into town. You know, it gets really busy around now. Do you want to come inside and read for a little bit in the classroom?” Bradley squinted, the sun shining brightly into his eyes as he scanned the parking lot for anyone who might be Wells’ mother.

“Ok,” Wells said with a heavy sigh. Bradley furrowed his brow for a moment before looking back to Wells as the two of them headed back into the building.

By 3:20, Bradley was beginning to worry about his new pupil. He didn’t anticipate a parent going missing-in-action on him on his first day of teaching, but faced with the possibility, he began going through the list of possible actions he could take. Just as he pondered over the idea of taking Wells down to the staff room to rummage the cupboards for a still-at-school-after-school snack, you came practically flying through the door, a panicked expression on your face, cheeks reddening when you saw Wells sitting at his desk, quietly reading.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I got held up in a meeting until 2:45, and then traffic was a nightmare, everything was backed up and there’s only two ways onto the island but I couldn’t ditch my car to take the ferry over, I’m so sorry,” you apologized profusely, nodding your head as you looked from Wells, to the teacher seated in the desk and back again, unsure who you needed to apologize to more.

Bradley turned to face you, his eyes raking over you as he assessed the situation. Dressed in a fitted lilac coloured pencil skirt, white tank-top and matching lilac coloured blazer, you looked like something out of a dream to him. He’d never given much thought about what his type in women was before. He’d dated blondes, brunettes, redheads, the occasional girl with bright pink hair, curvy girls, petite girls, mid-sized girls - he never had much of a preference one way or the other as far as appearances went, but God, if he had to sum up his dream girl right now - you were it.

“It’s alright, honestly,” Bradley nodded his head, smiling warmly at you in an effort to ease your concerns. “I’m Mr. Bradshaw, Wells’ teacher for second grade. He’s had a great day today, we were just about to head down to the staff room and see if there were any rogue granola bars hiding in the cupboard for him and I to share.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, your expression softening as Bradley spoke, an instant wave of relief washing over you. “You ready to go, Wellsy?”

“Mom, please,” Wells whined, shaking his head as he grabbed his book and shoved it into his backpack. “She thinks I’m a baby,” he griped, turning to Bradley for a sympathetic smile.

“Moms, huh? Mine was the same way with me.” Bradley laughed softly, waving as you and Wells headed out.

Later that night, Bradley sat on his couch, settling in to watch a baseball game as he poured over the plans for the upcoming week. Cracking open his beer bottle, he sipped the drink, sighing tiredly as he read over the social studies plan, visiting the list of important historical figures he was expected to familiarize the class with over the course of the school year. With one hand, shakily written notes were made in a notebook, scribbling out ideas for fun ways to engage the kids with each important person he was required to introduce.

Setting the beer down on a coaster, he exchanged it for a slice of greasy pizza, his reward for himself at the end of a successful first day of school. He shovelled it into his mouth, sighing as he watched the baseball game unfold. The Padres were down 3-7 in the bottom of the eighth, with not much hope left for them to pull through tonight. Bradley swallowed his mouthful, brushing the grease off his hands onto the leg of his grey sweatpants.

Bradley yawned, tired bleary eyes blinking as he padded down the hallway to his bedroom. He sighed softly and settled into bed, his mind wandering as his head rested on the pillow. Before he realized it, you were on his mind. He’d thought about you a lot that evening, brief intrusions of your smile flashing through his mind as he tried to plan out the upcoming week.

This time though, as he laid there looking up at his ceiling, he thought about your apologies for being late, how it felt like you were pleading with him or Wells to not be upset with you. He thought about how your hair, although tousled from clearly running through parking lots to your car and to the school, framed your face perfectly, and how even in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the classroom, you managed to look nothing short of beautiful.

He thought about how well the soft, purple hue of your skirt and blazer suited you, bringing out the glow of your skin and the colour of your eyes. He thought about how it hugged your curves as you left, hand in hand with Wells, the swish of your hips as you walked down the hallway. He thought about how he was pretty sure he didn’t see a wedding band on your finger, but also admonished himself for even checking. He couldn’t date a student’s parent. He knew better than that.

But still, he couldn’t help but think about you.

The next couple of weeks went by and Bradley’s interest in you grew fonder. He’d begun watching for you subtly at morning drop-offs and pick-ups, hoping to at least say hello once a day. On the last Friday of the month, you stopped him as he headed for his car, watching as Wells played on the playground equipment facing the parking lot.

“Mr. Bradshaw!” you called out, and Bradley couldn’t help but feel like you were making his name sound like a chorus of angels singing.

“Hey, Mrs. Montgomery! Is everything ok?” Bradley asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Everything’s fine, yes,” you nodded, smiling as you gently corrected him about your name. You hadn’t been Mrs. Montgomery in two years, but, you couldn’t fault Bradley for slipping up, you knew the school secretary likely didn’t alert him ahead of time. You stifled a giggle as Bradley’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, now his turn to apologize profusely to you.

You waved a hand dismissively and smiled, turning to watch Wells play once again.

“You know, it may have only been a few weeks, but Wells speaks very highly of you,” you started, nodding in confirmation as you watched him play, your gaze turning to land on Bradley for a moment, “He hasn’t been this interested in anything since his dad moved across the country.”

“Oh? I’m glad I could help him enjoy school again. I try my best to keep things fun and exciting in the classroom — kids learn better when they’re excited and interested in something. No one has fun being read to from a textbook over and over again all day,” Bradley explained.

“Well, Mr. Bradshaw, you’re doing a really good job of it. He came home excited to tell me that he learned about George Washington yesterday. I’m pretty sure two days ago he had no idea who that was.”

“Please,” Bradley laughed softly, shaking his head, “You can call me Bradley. It’s less formal.”

“Bradley,” you repeated, nodding as you chuckled to yourself, “Bradley Bradshaw?”

“My dad had a sense of humour,” Bradley shrugged, looking out at the playground as Wells chased one of his friends around. “He’s a good kid, you know. Wells.”

“I know, I’m proud of how well he’s handling things now that his dad got relocated. Pensacola’s a lot further than he anticipated. He was hoping for Corpus Christi at least.”

Bradley’s ears piqued at the mention of Wells’ dad relocating. Pensacola and Corpus Christi both housed Naval Air bases, he was more than familiar with both of them. He’d only ever been stationed between Oceana, Miramar and North Island, but in his eighteen years of service, he’d met plenty of service members who hailed from one of the two bases originally.

“Wells’ dad is a pilot?”

“Mhmm, well, mechanic, actually. He doesn’t fly them in combat,” you commented, raising an eyebrow at Bradley. “You seemed to guess that really well. Most people don’t guess pilot.”

“I used to be a Naval pilot, m’am,” he nodded, smiling proudly as he thought about his accomplished Naval career once again. “Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw, US Naval Air Force. I was stationed at NAS Oceana, transferred here to North Island, wrecked my knee, now I’m a teacher.”

“That’s quite the pipeline into teaching, Lieutenant Commander.”

“Please, it’s Bradley. It’s nice not going by my rank, actually.”

“Well, Bradley, I’d love to hear how exactly you landed on teaching second grade as a backup to flying F/A-18s for the United States Navy some day.” You nodded, hoping Bradley wouldn’t take offence to the suggestion of getting together at some point. Even if it was just as friends, you’d welcome it.

“That sounds like a good idea to me, actually. I’d love to.”

As Bradley headed to his car, he felt a little bounce in his step. He couldn’t help himself. Even if this just turned into a friendship and nothing more, he felt grateful that you wanted to spend time getting to know him better.

His drive home was filled with more thoughts of you, thoughts of your pretty pastel coloured outfits you always seemed to favour, thoughts of your perfect smile, always beaming and cheerful, bright enough to brighten his entire day in a way that should make the sun jealous, thoughts of your hair, how it always looked so perfectly imperfect.

In bed that night, Bradley thought about your legs, how they were long and lean, curving at your thigh. He thought about how good your ass looked in your skirt earlier today, how the material hugged it tightly. He thought about your thighs, how they looked so perfectly smooth and soft, how your plain white t-shirt that was tucked into your skirt did little to hide the swell of your breasts, and the way the curve of your neck looked irresistible, how badly he wanted to plant his lips on your skin and cover you in a trail of kisses.

Bradley thought about you in a lot of ways that night. None of them were ways he was proud of. But as he stared up at the ceiling this time, you were the only thing on his mind. He didn’t know much about how he’d go about this newfound infatuation with you. All he knew was that if he was going to settle down with anyone, he was almost positive it would be with you.

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werecreature-addicted · 7 months

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helloooooo <<<333 so i was thinking, a vampire tries to use his mind control on reader but before he can even try shes like, already pulling her shirt down and exposing her neck like "YES PLEASE BITCH". and then maybe they fuck afterwards idk

For this vampire, seduction has always been something slow. Teasing almost. Careful flirting back and forth until their victim is on the hook. A smile here, an "accidental" touch there. It's all very calculated. This kind of dance is second nature at this point.

You make for easy prey it only takes a little coaxing, and you're following him into a dark ally. He just wants to make out a little, he swears. He uses a finger to tilt your jaw up making you look into his eyes. His lips part and you see a flash of gleaming white fangs.

Your eyes go wide in a familiar mask of fear before he can trance you into submission, you reach up to your collar and yank your shirt to the side exposing your neck. "Bite me, Bite me, Bite me-" you chant desperately. How can he say no to you when you ask so nicely?

You're cute, begging him to keep going even when he's already drunk too much from you. You're such a cute dumb pet, but that's alright, he'll take care of you. You just worry about how good it feels he'll take care of everything else.

He's never had a human react like this before, you really are something special. Maybe he'll keep you for himself. You wouldn't mind that, would you?

#monster imagine #monster fucker #monster #teratophillia #monster boyfriend #vampire boyfriend #vampire #vampire x reader #vampire x human

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entername322 · 5 months

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Imprisoned

Irene(Red Velvet) x Male Reader

Length: 6765 words

Previous part

Irene watched your body slumped down. Immediately her deranged episode stopped leaving some space in her heart for the panic that's about to settle in.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, wake up babe, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up"

The fear is overtaking her, her hand grabbed you by the collar and start shaking your body.

A few moments later she heard your body whimpering breath and a wave of relief washes over her.

"No, you should've told me, you should've told me that A BITCH is in my own peers. I'm sorry babe, I'm sorry"

Tears starts running down her face as she hugged your fragile body.

"I will fix this, you will never cheat again babe, I won't let it happens, you're mine, you're mine and mine alone"

After a few minutes of crying she got up and pull out a handcuff from one of her nightstand.

She locked one of your hand to the bedframe. She ran to the kitchen and grab some water and put it in the table next to you.

"I'll be back babe, just wait here okay, I will fix this"

The gentleness in her voice can only be described as unnerving remembering how she almost kill you earlier.

"You're mine babe, and I won't let anybody take you away from"

Then she ran off the room, leaving you in the empty apartment.

You woke up not long after that, your head is blaring with pain and panic.

As you tried to get up you felt a resistance from your right hand. Opening your eyes you see the handcuff on you.

The fear and terror came rushing in as you remember what happened.

"Fuck"

You feel your body starts to sweat, looking around you didn't find your phone, only yous scattered outfits from the night before.

After dancing around with the devil for awhile you forgot that the devil is a devil for a reason.

Thinking you find a way to tame her. Ha, lay these foolish ambitions to rest.

You were never in control, she have you, she owns you, and if you keep acting up, god knows what she's gonna do to you.

Run, that's the first thing that come to your mind. From the room, from the apartment, from Korea.

Then your logic came in and tell you that she knows where your family live, she knows everything about you, and running, will only make things worst.

You hate your logic.

Despite your fear you still, care for her.

What a twisted love, perharps she is right, you two belong together.

You sat there silently with nothing but your fear and anxiety.

You hear your heartbeat, the clock ticking, the AC, it all made time move so slowly.

Then you heard the front door opened followed by the sounds of footsteps.

You instinctively try to call out for Irene. Yet the sound stuck in your throat, some because your throat felt painful, you can't say anything. Some because you're scared to meet her.

Then the footsteps got close, you feel your body shivering. Every step is a booming roar that made your body want to crumple out in itself.

Then the door opened, and you feel your heart stop.

There she is, Irene, watching over you with worried expression.

For a moment none of you moved, then she ran to you.

"Babe, I'm sorry"

You felt her body crashes on to you.

The weight of her body pushed you down making your hand pull on the cold hard steel of your handcuff.

The pain is severe, but you didn't say anything.

You just sit there, watching her rub her face all over your chest.

"Baby, you're not hurt right? Say something"

You saw her raised her face, her eyes is empty and cold. Her fingers felt like a block of eyes as it touches your skin.

"It's okay baby, I'm here now, nobody else gonna hurt you, nobody will seduce you and take you away from me ever again. Everything will be okay"

Everything will not be okay, your mind races trying to find out what she did while you were out.

"Say something babe"

Her face contorted for a little to show that she will not take your silence any more.

You opened your mouth but then your throat failed to make up words and you just cough.

"Oh my god, I'm sor sorry, here, drink this babe"

She took a glass of water, you think it's water, from the nightstand and try to feed it to you.

Meekly you oepned her mouth as she pour it to your mouth.

"There, better?"

She smiles, her mouth does, her eyes is still empty and cold.

You shake your hand and using your free hand you scratched your neck.

"Oh my god, wait here, I will get some tea for you okay"

Seeing her about to leave again you grabbed her hand.

She looked back at you, you pointed at the handcuff you have.

"No, you need to rest here, and I'm not letting you off again mister, you will stay here as your punishment"

She tried to leave again but you are desperate to get out of the bed.

The eternity of waiting before has made you feel scared of being left off alone there again.

"No, you're being punished, stay"

You flinched hearing her scold you. Yet you grab her wrist and pulled it closer.

You caressed it and point at the handcuff that your other hand rattle.

"What?"

Her eyes look at you with a little more gentleness.

You point at the cuff that's locked to the bedframe before pointing at her hand.

"Awwww, you must've been bored right? Okay you can come with me then"

She took out a key from her pocket before uncuffing the bedframe and cuff you to her hand.

"Mwah, this feels better, we belong together, come on, let's make some tea"

You followed her outside, looking at the clock next to the bed you realized you waited there for almost 3 hour.

You follows her every move as she prepare a honey tea for you.

"It's okay babe, everything gonna be okay"

It's a chant, she keeps chanting it to you trying to make you feel relaxed.

As you wait for the water to boil she sat you down at the dinner table and sit on you.

"I've missed you babe. It must've been very boring there right?"

You just nodded.

"Listen, I'm sorry about earlier okay babe? I really do, but you can't hide those things from me, you have to tell me if you think one of your ex is around okay?"

You nod again.

"Good, I love you"

You immediately kissed her. She let out a happy squeal as she made out with you.

Oh boy, you're into her, somehow all the fear you had just washes away. You're happy she's back, and that she's no longer mad.

"I love you babe, come on the water is boiled already"

After she finished pouring the tea the tow of you cuddle up in the couch.

Playing around with her hair you see her empty eyes slowly turned back to normal.

By lunch you two were already back to the physically intimate couple like before.

"Can you speak now?"

"It's a little painful"

"Awwww, I'm sorry okay babe"

"It's, fine"

For some odd reason she doesn't want to go out for lunch with you, it's weird huh.

The takeout was fine, it was meh compared to the food she used to bring you to.

"So, when you were resting earlier, I decided to check out some house for us to get"

There is still some sense of self preservation in your head that screams desperately for you to wake up.

"I, told you yesterday"

She shake her head indignantly.

"That was yesterday, after what you said this morning I'm not taking ANY more chances, no bitch will take you away from me ever again"

"But, I have to pay for it"

"Ssshhhh, if you really want to pay for it then, make me songs. There's this one house that is just perfect for us. It have a gym, a sauna, a pool with a jacuzzi, it even have two bedroom next to eachother that we can turn into a music studio. You'll live it, I already put in my request, I'm sure they will come back to me anytime"

Reluctantly you nod making her let out a happy squeal.

"Shower"

You groaned.

"Heheheh, okay, let's take it together"

There was too much words to convince her not too so you decide to just let it off.

Thankfully she realised that both of you need to take off the handcuff so the restricting feeling in your hand was gone for awhile.

"Hmmm, I love you"

She hugged you before pushing you inside.

The hot water from the shower washes over both of your body.

"Wash my back babe"

Irene turned around to show you her back. An alluring view your weak mind is to vulnerable to.

Running your finger through her spine you see her body shuddered.

"Are you still not tired from last night babe?"

She whimpered, you grabbed her tits from behind while your other hand wrapped around her to her vagina.

"Hmmmm, baby"

Your mouth start to kiss her neck, your right hand is massaging her tits and your left hand is rubbing her pussy.

"Ahhhhh, there baby, do it again"

"Fuck, bite it harder"

"That's it, pinch my nipple agai- aghhhhh"

Your timidness is all gone, leaving nothing but your hunger and lust.

Without hesitation you plunged your cock into her pussy.

"Baby, yeah, fuck me, fuck me harder. Your dick is mine, it belongs to me and only me"

You pushed her to the glass wall as you start pounding her from behind.

"Baby, mark me, fill me up again, use me"

You are so fucked, you can't escape her, she have got you fully wrapped around her fingers.

Since you're still tired for last night you didn't last long before you cum inside her yet again.

Irene is so used to cumming with you that the moment your cock start throbbing her orgasm would follow suit.

"Haaa, Haaa, let's, get cleaned"

Your rough voice seems to be a new link for Irene. You should be careful, she might start choking you out again to bring it out.

"So, I've send the request to transfer you under me okay? Tomorrow we are going to meet my boss and we will tell them about our dating situation"

You honestly don't care about them anymore.

"Hey, are paying attention"

No, but you can't say that without angering her.

"They're not important right? You're not asking for permission, just reporting to them about what you want to do"

The answer pleased her as she kissed your cheek.

"I, want to rest babe, my tank is empty"

The night went by quietly, nothing to note off. It was the calm before the storm.

The storm, was getting ganged up by 4 girls trying to pester you with questions.

"Enough, you're scaring him, and don't touch him"

Thankfully your girlfriend scare her member off by holding on to you tightly.

"Hehehehe, I told you they are dating"

"You only said that because you find out before us"

"Hey I told you that the rumour might be true before I even know about it"

"That's right, unnie was super suspicious when we first do the trainee check up the first time"

"Right? And she went to the bathroom not long after him. Once she got back she was smiling like a kid"

"You didn't take picture of it?"

"I don't have time"

"Come on guys, we need to band up together"

"Right, so, blue?"

The four girls turned to you making you a bit nervous.

"Yeah, blue is fine"

"Right, so who comes on to who?"

You glanced at Irene who's holding your arm like her life depends on it. She's glaring at her member who doesn't seems to mind.

"Well, Noona asked for my number first"

The four of them gasped and turn to Irene.

"Unnie, you're so brazen"

"Yeah, what the hell, you always said you hate exchanging number with stranger"

"You hate men too"

"Do you guys know eachother before that?"

Seulgi turned everyone attention back to you.

"No"

The four of them look at Irene bewildered again.

"Are you..... Who are you?"

Wendy said to Irene who just keep her calm expression.

"Wait what did she say to get your number?"

"Well, she said she's sorry for not giving me any comment earlier. I said it's fine, she asked if it's okay then for her to watch me again to help guide me. I..... Really thought she meant the trainee in general. I say yes, and she asked for my number"

"Unnie has actually a good flirting skill?"

"That's unbelievable, unnie, why did you do it?"

Irene just raised her face without saying anything.

"She took you out to a dinner after that?"

"Not exactly, she forced me to workout early at the company gym. After that she will have breakfast with me, she would just talk about her days from before. It goes for a we-"

Wendy suddenly interrupt you.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on there, unnie tell you about her days?"

You nodded while Irene is hugging you tighter.

"Unnie, who are you"

"He answered your question already, now let us go, we have an appointment to attend"

All four of the blocked the exit making Irene grunt.

"What happened next, when did you start going out?"

You looked at Irene who nodded at you.

"Well, I think it was after a week plus of that new morning schedule. I didn't had money to eat and I also want to focus on practice and skipped lunch. Irene, kinda find out and dragged me out to get lunch"

"Wait, how do you know unnie?"

"I have my ways"

"Noona kinda stalks me really"

"Unnie"

The girls stare at Irene with disbelief while Irene just blush and glared at you.

"Waahhhhh, unnie is stalking someone"

"Unnie always do a background check for all the guy I hook him up with. Of course she's gonna stalk the one she likes"

"I'm not stalking"

"You were a bit of a stalker babe"

"No I'm not"

Irene looked back at you with a blush making her look so cute. She definitely won't try to kill you when she get jealous.

"How did unnie ask you out?"

"Well, I was a bit pissed, I don't like, well I just don't like it when people pay for me. It make me feel pitied. She then asked if that's what I think she's feeling, I said yes because I don't really have much selling points. She said she like me, I was like okay, thanks. Then she clarified that she likes me, romantically.

"I guess my brain just short circuited from there. She said she want me to go out with her, and from now on I'm her boyfriend. I just say yes"

"That's not unnie, you're can't convince me that is unnie's doing"

"Enough, we have to go, let's go babe"

Irene used one hand to hold you while the other is pushing her member away so none of them get to touch me.

Once we escaped the lion's nest we walk to the crocodile den, a meeting with a bunch of higher ups.

You feel, small, and weak. There's 15, that's right, 15 people sitting around a U shaped table making it feel like you were in a trial.

Irene confidently walked in with you in her arm.

"Let's just get this meeting over with, I want him under my wing and I want it now"

"Welcome you two, please have a seat"

You sit, you gaze to nothingness and just sit there while Irene is arguing with the people there.

It took around an hour until they finally relented. Irene happily parade you all the way to the car.

"I'm so happy, we will be together from now on babe"

You're happy too, right?

"Me too babe"

Well you sound kinda forced although it's not entirely clear was it because your throat is still hurting or because you're not as happy as you should've.

"Let me kiss you"

She tried to grab your head but you back away.

"We're in an elevator babe, wait until we got back in the car"

An ugly frown creept up on her face.

"Once get back I'll kiss you however long you want"

She nodded but the frown doesn't leave her face.

At the basement, the elevator door opened. The people who's waiting for it are, Aespa.

You see Aeri there stare at you shocked, you felt your hand almost break from Irene's grip, you feel your heart jumping out of your chest.

"Good mor-"

Karina tried to greet you and Irene but Irene already dragged you away leaving the 4 girls bewildered by her antics.

"Baby calm down"

"Calm down? Did you see how she sees you? She was trying to win you back. That fucking VULTURE SON OF A BITCH"

Thankfully the car is somewhat soundproof so her roars doesn't echoes throughout the basement.

"Baby calm down, don't you trust me? I will never leave you right? Even if she tried I will reject her"

"She will try to put her filthy fucking hands on you and I won't allow that. Oh baby you're mine, every inch of your body is mine, I won't let her touch a single strand of hair from you"

Her eyes turned cold and empty again. You need to fix this quick.

"We won't see her again, we'll be living together from now on right? I won't need to come here so we will never crosspaths again"

It's somewhat working, her anger doesn't subside but at least it doesn't raise.

"We'll be together okay, you want me to never cheat, and I promise you, I will never think about any other girls again. So can you please do the same for me babe?"

Satisfied she nodded and grab your head.

Your make out session doesn't last long as a car drove past yours making the reluctant Irene let you go.

"Should we, check out the house?"

"You know me so well babe"

The house is nice, secluded in a gated community, a very big house with spacious interior and backyard.

The first thing you want to check was the basement, which thankfully doesn't exist. You wouldn't want a stranger living there, or, being chained there by an angry Irene.

"You love it?"

Irene hugged you.

"Yeah, this place is nice"

"Good because they contacted me back, we got the house"

Irene jumped towards you for a hug.

As you two are celebrating you felt your phone buzzed.

"Who's that"

Irene looked at you angrily, cautiously you pulled out your phone and check the caller. Thankfully it was just your mom.

"I need to answer this"

"Put it on speaker, I promise I won't say anything"

Despite her begging frown expression you know it's not really an option to say no.

"Hello mom?"

"What did you do? Your father just got a call that you're dropping off the trainee program"

"Oh yeah, about that mom, I kinda got a better offer"

"I thought you wanted to be an idol"

"No, I mean, yeah, kinda? But a few days ago I got a test, which I performed a song that I made for my girlfirend-"

"You have a girlfriend already? Don't tell me I'm becoming a grandma soon"

"No, not any time soon. Let me just finish my story mom, so I performed it, in front of a bunch of idols. They like it, and they said I have a potential in being a producer. So I'm training to be one, I can still make music, I got paid enough, and I can work from home"

"Hmmmm, are you getting scammed again?"

"What? No"

"Me and your dad is coming to Korea this weekend sweetie so you better give me a through explanation"

"I..... Okay, I'll see you here mom, love you"

"Love you too sweetie, don't lose your money from gambling while you're there"

That's your mom, always so vocal about your weaknesses and stupidity.

"My mom is coming here"

Irene looked panicked, she walked around the room nervously.

"Baby, relax, things will be okay, mom and dad would love to meet you"

"You think so"

Irene mind is filled with countless anxious thoughts.

What if they don't like me? Will they take babe away from my? Will they cause problem? Will babe choose them over me? Is babe gonna be made if I cut them off from his life?

Slowly her anxiety descend into sinister idea.

She can't have your relationship ruined again by other people. She will hold you, and she will never let you go.

Knowing Irene for sometime you know Irene is slowly going insane with her paranoia.

You grabbed her by the shoulder.

Woken up by your touch her crazed eyes look on to yours.

You flinched for a moment before having determination fill your face again.

"They will love okay? Trust me on this, and even if they don't, it won't change a thing. Nothing will change this, us"

The cracking sound of Irene's insanity is almost audible for both of you.

Once again she is reminded of the warmth your body has always gave off.

The warmth she has grown accustomed to somehow become intoxicating once again.

You're right, they won't change a thing between you and Irene. She understands that now.

"Okay baby"

A sense of relief has was washed over you. For now, you finally gain the control of her.

"Come on babe, let's go home. You must be tired from the meeting earlier"

Irene hugged you and ribbed her face all over your chest.

"Yeah, I want to cuddle again"

Saturday has rolled around, you and Irene drive to the airport to pick up your parents.

Due to the nature of an airport you know Irene won't be able to walk around without being spotted.

Much to her dismay you suggested for her to wait in the car.

To gain her permission you let her leave a hickey on your neck, noticeable for anyone with a functioning eyes in a 10 meter radius.

The longer you waits for your parents the more anxious you become. Mostly because you know how anxious Irene would be the longer you waited.

The moment you saw your parent walked out of the customs with their bag you ran to them.

"Sweetie? What are you doing here?"

"I want to pick you up"

"We can get to your place with a taxi sweetie"

"That's the thing, I'm not in my old place, come on, my girlfriend is waiting"

You picked up the suitcase your father is bringing.

"Your girlfriend? Where?"

Your dad looked around.

"She's in the car, it's complicated, you'll understand when you meet her"

Your parent looked at eachother before following you.

"Did you do anything stupid until you got riddles by bitemark from her?"

The blush on your face doesn't match with your green jacket unfortunately.

"She's, a bit aggressive"

"Is she rich?"

"Dad"

"Come on your mom and I is not stupid, did you seduce a sugar mommy and got a job as her personal musician or something?"

If only you inherited your parents intelligence, you might be able to evade Irene.

"It's, I love her okay?"

"Sweetie, as much as we love you, we know you're pretty stupid"

"MOM"

"She's right, you came to Korea just to follow your ex"

"Okay, first if all DO NOT mentioned that to her"

"Okay, but if we don't like her then we're pulling you up"

Prayers, that's all you have in your mind, you pray so that Irene didn't fuck up the dinner.

"There she is"

The moment you walk to the parking lot you see Irene drove to you.

You quickly opened the trunk and drop your parent's suitcase.

They waited till you finish before getting in the car with you.

"Mom, dad, this is Irene, my girlfriend"

Irene grabbed your hand nervously before turning around and greeted your parent.

"Do I know you, your face seems familiar"

"It does, ohhhhh, I know, she's that girl on the poster our son hang around his room"

Irene stupefied expression turns to you.

"You have posters of me?"

"Yeah, it's no big deal"

Your blush crept up to your face again, Irene watched your sudden embarrassment in satisfaction.

"You're right darling, he have like 10 poster of her scattered around his room"

"Dad, go introduce yourself"

Irene was smiling proudly at you.

"Of course, nice to meet you Irene, we're this rascal's parents. We do want to know how this thing came to be"

The ride was silent, Irene constantly grabbing your hand anytime she could.

You can feel your parent is watching her move, and you know she realised that.

Of course Irene doesn't care, she wants you.

Once you all get to Irene's place you went to heat up the food you've prepared from before.

"So Irene, how did you two meet?"

You really want to stay there with Irene as your parent interviewed her.

Unfortunately you have to tend the mash potatoes.

You don't really want to stay there do you?

"Alright, dinners ready"

Bringing out the food you then sir next to Irene before the 4 of you have a nice dinner.

"This is a nice place Irene, you have a good taste"

"Oh, thank you mom"

Seeing your dumbfounded expression your mom laughed at you.

"Come on baby, she's your girlfriend, I don't need formalities with her"

The fear in your heart is slowly being lifted.

Gazing into Irene's loving eyes, you can't help but to crack a smile.

Irene has been elated and joyful after having some talk with your parents.

They are pleasant and seems very supportive of your relationship with her.

The last few nights she has been restless in her sleep and would woke up early crying.

You have to keep reassuring you that your parent would love her.

Of course, you would never expected them to be this...... Accepting?

After finishing out the food Irene bring out a bottle of wine the four of you enjoys.

"So, are you two moving in together?"

"Dad come on"

"Of course, we are preparing his things from his old apartment before moving it"

"Oh this place is such a nice apartment, to live in"

"Thank you mom, but I think we're moving out soon"

"Really?"

"Yeah, we're getting a house"

Irene grabbed your hand triumphantly announcing your future plans.

"Oh, that's great sweetie, you should get married while at it"

"MOM"

"Your mom is right sweetie, might as well at this point"

"Mom, dad, can I talk to you for a second"

Irene is displeased by your actions. However she will act polite for now. Do expect some scolding after your parents go to sleep.

Your parent followed you to the kitchen leaving Irene sipping on her wine alone.

"Alright, what are you two doing?"

"What are we doing? We're just showing our support for you and your girlfirend"

"Come on you never liked any of my girlfriend"

"We like this one"

"Because she's rich"

"Correct"

"Dad!!!"

"What your father means, is that because she's a beautiful rich lady who seems to be very into you"

"And that is enough to get your blessing?"

"She seems nice, and she loves you, and on top of that she's rich. Unlike normal rich people she has a social presence and public image to keep. So if things goes bad with you, nothing bad would happens. She seems smart so she won't ruin her public image just because you two had a fall out"

"Of course sweetie that only stand as long as you're not being an idiot"

Obviously, your parent doesn't know another side of Irene that you're familiar with.

"Okay, so what you want me to marry her and take her money?"

"Do you not love her"

"More than anything in the world so if you want me to marry her so you two can get her money then I will be mad"

"We don't need your girlfriend money sweetie. Your mom and I is old, we are happily living our retirement with your siblings money. We just want what's best for you"

"You really think I can't amount to anything in life beside being a sugar baby?"

"We say you're not getting any easier path in life beside this"

"Come on, working at home, your beautiful rich girlfriend will be taking care of you while you busy making music all day?"

"Fine, but if you ask for any money"

"We won't, in fact, take this"

Your mom pulled out something out of her purse, a little box. Opening it you see, a wedding ring.

"Mom what the fuck"

"Come on you won't have enough money to buy one"

"That's insulting"

"Yet it's true"

"I hate you two"

"Take it sweetie, it's from my mom, now I'm giving it to you"

You stare at it before pocketing it.

"You're just walking around with grandma's wedding ring?"

"No, we had a potential buyer here in Korea"

The whole situation is overwhelming your brain. You massaged your nose bridge while trying to digest it.

"Okay, let's go back, don't say anything about this"

They nodded before walking back with you.

"I'm sorry Irene, we are a little jet lagged, do you mind if we lay down for a moment?"

Your dad immediately excused themselves.

"Of course, follow me"

Irene wrapped one arm around yours and lead your parents to their bedroom while you bring the suitcase.

Then she immediately dragged you to your bedroom.

"I do not appreciate your behaviour today mister"

The anxiety she had from leaving you in the airport is welling up again.

Did he see a beautiful girl while waiting for his parents? He's having second guesses about me didn't he? I know it, I know some bitches gonna seduce him away from me. I shouldn't have-

Her train of thought was interrupted by your kiss.

It calm her down, she can feel your sincerity in it making her let go of her possessiveness.

Once you pulled back she was left with nothing but annoyance.

"That's not an answer"

"You didn't ask anything"

"I'm asking now then, your parents is happy to support us so why aren't you?'

"I am, I am very happy for us, I'm just not happy with their support"

"Why? You said they'll love me"

"Love you, not helplessly in love till they want to offer you their son"

"They're not offering anything, they just want us to thrive together"

"Okay baby, I'm just shocked seeing them so happy about us. They've been very, worry that I might get someone here in Korea and have been lectu-....... Of course I won't do it"

Realising your mistake you immediately grab her again.

"Baby, I swear to god, if you even think about doing that, I will-"

"I know baby, I know, I want to tell you my parent is paranoid usually okay? But you managed to break it"

Unsatisfactory answer, but it's passable for now.

"Fine, now get on the bed, it's cuddling time"

With your parents blessing Irene happily moved in to the house with you the moment she got it.

The first few months was a bit hectic.

Irene is unhappy that she can't stay at home all day because there's contractor around the house renovating the two empty bedroom to a recording studio.

Things got easier after that, Irene would go and do her job, you would stay at home. Cooking, cleaning, writing music.

Your dad is right, being a househusband is very nice.

You would come up with a song here and there and she would blast it around the house.

The, producer in training is such a vague term for your job.

You gave them a full album demo on your first month and then went off communication for 4 then come back with a few more songs.

This, happens because Irene doesn't want anyone to sing the song you made.

Eventually they just relegate you to be the Red Velvet song producer.

You never met any of them more than once a month, but that's enough for them to put trust in you to make albums for their group and solo activities.

Live is good, unknowingly a year past, with no hitch in your relationship.

"Babe, I'm home"

Irene's voice was echoing around the house as you are preparing dinner with her.

"Welcome home back, how's your-"

She rushed after you before you finished your question.

"It was so boring, I had to wait for so long on the photoshoot because another group before us was taking too long......"

The kitchen is filled with the smell of cream soup.

The temperature is chilly since it's winter but the kitchen and Irene's arm is warm enough to make it comfortable for you.

Irene coming home and whining about her day while sniffing and cuddling to you has become a normal occurrence for you.

Yet today, today is different, today, you realised, you're home.

This is your home, and you love it.

"Babe? Are you okay?"

Irene saw you dazing off and immediately check if anything is wrong.

"No, I was just thinking, about my trainee day"

"Why?"

"I don't know, some nostalgia I suppose"

The ring your mom gave you has never leaves your side so that Irene would never found it.

Today, you found the resolution to use it.

"You're free tomorrow right babe?"

You hear Irene purr as you caressed her hair.

"Yeah, we're spending the whole day together"

"Can we go to my training room, my old training room, I want to have some nostalgic trip"

She frowned hearing it.

"I want to cuddle with you the whole day"

"It won't take more than an hour"

"Let's go now"

Shit are you ready to use it now?

"Really?"

"Yes, the place is empty already at this hour and we can check it"

"Do you want to get dinner first?"

"We can do it later"

Your hand can't stop fidgeting during the drive.

Every step you take towards the practice room send flashes of your relationship with Irene.

All her anger, all her paranoia, jealousy, possessiveness, obsession.

Also, all her cute demanour, her caring and loving attitude, her insatiable lust.

It all swirl around your head, yet once you stepped back to your old training room, it all disappeared.

Silence filled the room, you slowly walked to the middle of the room.

You remember when you first got there for your first day.

You remember when your friend dislocated his shoulder while messing around.

You remember the scolding you get for your dance.

You remember the faithful encounter you had with Irene and her member.

You remember the time she dragged you to the lunch.

You remember the performance you had for her.

How the crowded room felt empty.

How everyone just magically disappeared.

How lovely her face was.

How she desperately held her tears from bursting out.

How she desperately stop herself from jumping to your arm.

How you wanted nothing else but do the same thing she wanted.

How prideful and happy you were to surprise her.

The memory blended in with the moment.

Now the room is actually empty.

Now there is no one that would stop you two from embracing eachother.

Now, is the time.

You tried to get closer, you really do, but every step feels so heavy.

Before you get to close your distance with her, she leaped in and do it for you.

"You look so emotional babe, did something happened?"

Her hand caressed your cheek and her voice tickling your ear sending warmth and reassurance, you can do it.

"Remember when we first meet, how nervous I was"

"How could I forget"

"Remember how you were checking me out like a creep that you are"

"I'm sorry, I remember you were checking me out and got caught multiple time by me"

"Oh right, as if you didn't check me out while I'm not watching"

"No evidence so therefore it never happens"

"Remember that time when you dragged me out to take me out on a lunch where you just take me to be your boyfriend?"

"You were do stupid there"

"I'm not, then you remember the last time we were here? When I lied to you and sing you a song I made"

"You were so hot, I would've jumped you and fuck you right there and then"

"I would do it too, because I love you"

"And I love you too babe"

"Now and forever"

"Good, because Irene, I could never think about living my life with anybody else but you"

"Babe?"

"And I don't even want to think a life without you in it"

You see Irene picked up your intention.

One of her arm closed her mouth trying to hide her cries as her eyes start tearing up.

"Through all those anger and paranoia that you have, I would still stay with you"

"You with all your perfect imperfection"

"You with all your beauty and elegance"

"You with all your childish needy behaviour"

"You with all your loving and caring attitude"

"You, with all of, you"

"I am just me, a boring uneventful guy who got lucky and get you"

"And I thank the world for letting us happens"

"I thank you, Irene, the most beautiful woman in the world, for accepting me"

Her tears is running down her cheeks looking down to her feet.

She dropped her hand and grabbed yours as you kneeled down on one leg.

Pulling out the ring your mother gave you Irene let out a muffled cries.

You opened the box showing her the ring.

"Irene, will you marry me" "YESSSS"

She screamed almost the exact second you asked the question.

Before you stood up to put on the ring she jumped towards you.

Both of you tumble to the ground.

Cries was echoing around the room as both of you embraced eachother.

For a few minutes none of you want to let go.

Even when the cries subsided you still happily hugged eachother.

Then slowly Irene loosened up her hug and sit up on your lap.

You followed her and bring the ring out.

The smile you've seen everyday looks so tender yet so brilliant with a newfound light.

Slipping in the ring both of you take a moment to admire it.

She dropped her hand, you took the opportunity to grab her by the cheek and get yourself lost in the kiss.

Every cell in Irene body is screaming with joy feeling the cold sensation of the metal around her ring finger.

The cold feeling somehow got amplified a thousand time by the warmth your body and kiss is giving her.

You both were lost in the kiss, drifting off into space, for a moment you are one, your soul intertwined with eachother so much that gods would think it was just one soul, one very big and loving soul.

Then you both were pulled down from nirvana by the desperate scream of your lung.

You both catching your breath while looking down to her finger.

Then your gaze locked and you both start laughing.

""I love you""

Both of you said at the same time before giggling again.

"I like the ring"

"Mom gave it too me"

"It's more beautiful since I wear it from you"

"It's a nice accessory for your face"

The two of you got lost in the moment, in eachother, in the dreams of the future.

"Let's go home"

"Cuddle while eating on the couch?"

"You said you hate cleaning the couch"

"I can clean it tomorrow"

"Then I won't be able to cuddle you the whole day tomorrow"

"Then the day after"

"Okay, let's go home"

This is your life now. You've embrace it, and so does she. You two are inseparable.

Smiles plaster all over you and Irene's face, leaving the practice room one last time, walking towards your future together, forever.

#kpop fanfic #kpop gg #red velvet #irene #red velvet irene #male reader

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white-sinner · 11 months

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Poly Yandere Alphas Asano & Karma x Male Beta reader (assassination classroom)

They force reader to wear a collar with their names on it.

Marking, reader being tied up, degrading, sadism, treating reader like a pet.

They say many things that bring down beta’s, and how they wish he was an omega, how much better he would be if he was. That he shouldn’t worry, they’ll still like him regardless of the fact that he’s a beta. Stuff like that.

Please?

you can try to resist but this is a challenge that you too know you will lose..

WARNING: kidnapping, threats, force collaring, knives, marking, sadism, sex, mention of pheromone

A/N: are we all aware that these two as yandere would be impossible to stop? with the controlled/rational personality of Asano and the sadistic one of Karma I think our dear Male reader has no hope of getting out of this fall into hell

Orange=Asano

Red=Karma

Black=reader

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a couple of hidden lovers born in the seventh grade who despite the difference in classes continue to live and be stronger and stronger but what will happen when these two Alphas find in M / n the omega they were looking for?

for Karma and Asano it had never been difficult to get along their two characters intertwined perfectly but then there was a change when 3-E of Kunugigaoka Junior High moved M/N L/N a beta, the first to notice it was Karma who was truly amazed by your skills against Korosensei not to mention your splendid personality and your scent which, despite you being a Beta, goes more sweet like vanilla and caramel since you arrived Karma feel a strong sense of protection and with your being kind but also knowing how to stand up to him,he understand that you were the missing omega that he and Asano were looking for but despite your being Beta he didn't care you were definitely a omega for him and no one could change his mind. obviously Karma as a good alpha and boyfriend reported everything to Asano who thanks to social networks, acquaintances and stalking in the end he too fell in love with you so the two devised a plan to get you

the two of them started leaving on your desk, folder and even mailing them to your home! they started giving you anonymous teddy bears/t-shirts and even used underwear…. now if you were an omega you got those things for your nest and as a clear sign of courtship that an alpha wanted to make you his but being you a beta you couldn't even recognize whose scent it was but things got worse in class when yet another soft toy appeared on your counter

“Another gift from your secret admirer?”

“I wouldn't call him a secret admirer but more perverted stalker *huf* I swear Nagisa if this dude doesn't finish it I'm going straight to the cops why doesn't he go fuck a bitch instead of bothering me"

poor man M/N he didn't know that the "pervert" he was talking about was watching him Asano was out of class and Karma near the window

in the chats between Karma and Asano

“it seems that your plan has failed”. my beloved psychopath 8:13

"I notice ugh he's getting on my nerves why he doesn't understand we're just trying to make him understand that he belongs to us?" my control freak 8:15

“now now don't get angry maybe our dear M/N needs to be put in his place and submit to his mates”. my beloved psychopath 8:16

so Karma stopped you outside school after class was over but as he spoke to you he took your hands and pinned you in the wall as ticked off Asano who with a syringe the rest was too blurry to remember

you woke up tied to a chair and in front of you with an evil smile your two captors

“but coincidentally, it seems the bitch woke up "

“wha-Karma Asano?!"

“Is this the way to address your mates? it seems that our omega likes to be punished”

what the hell were they saying omega, mates have they gone crazy?!

“haha look at that really adorable confused and scared expression”

“what the heck are you saying are you crazy I'm not an omega! release me immediately you ugly sons of bit-*slap*

” ugh and so that you address your alphas! first you called us perverts then this… I think you need to learn some of the rules Bitch”

at that moment Karma untied you and threw you on the bed and he cut your pants with his knife

"it's a real pity that you're not an omega right now you could be in heat and we would have helped you little slut"

said Asano while he was thrusting his cock into you without even getting ready!

“aAasano stop…Mmhm~”

“nonono this is not the way you call us”

Karma approached with the knife making a cut on your lips and then licking them

“so tell us bitch are we really perverts like you said?”

"to me the only bitch looks like you M/n look at Asano he's not fucking you even for 15 minutes and you already look like you're about to pass out"

continued Karma before he positioned himself on your face putting his cock in your mouth by now those two were gone in sync it was too much for you after a while Karma painted your throat white and you came

“wouldn't you like to be an omega? being inside a nest made with our clothes feeling the need to obey your alphas…having our children inside you”

“mmm after all look at you you are already below us for being a beta you are a shame”

they continued while karma came for the second Once Asano hadn't come yet! karma take his members off you and kiss you furiously making your tongue stick out and came again

“you know M/N you are really cute when you cry but I think you need to remind you who you belong to”

with that he took the knife and carved his initials and Asano's on your arm while you cried in pain and Karma licked your blood Asano came inside you

"if you were an omega by now with us you'd already be pregnant so you couldn't open your legs to anyone and you won't"

he approached your ear and whispered to you

“try to escape from us and we will kill all your loved ones remember the packages we know where you live"

having said this the two of them attacked your throat covering it with hickeys. a few minutes later and Asano also came out of you

"we have a gift for you go get it Asano"

Asano come back with a red streak collar and an orange heart with Karma Akabane and Gakushu Asano properties written behind it

"that's it, what are you saying Asano him Isn't he just adorable?”

“very Karma so how do you say M/N when your mates give you a present?”

you answered Asano in a low voice even though he was out of you you still felt him inside

” thanks Asa-“

“I think you were wrong try again or do you want to be punished”

“thanks alphas…”

before you could say anything other karma and Asano they made you spread on their chest and they ignited you with something

“don't worry M/N although you are a beta we love you the same but wouldn't it be better to be an omega? betas are less strong than alphas and more useless than omegas and then to be a beta you are a shame you smell so sweet and you let yourself be used as a sex toy"

" this syringe contains omega hormones we will continue to give it to you for a while you will see that in a short time you will assume your true behaviors "

you wanted to fight back but you were too tired so you closed your eyes hoping to wake up from this nightmare

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vampdes · 2 months

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Please, I'm begging you do more Homelander x top male reader. I loved your other fic with him. Maybe reader is a supe who's stronger than Homelander and left. Homelander was sent to kill reader due to reader having information but instead gets fucked. Thank you and have a nice day.

DES says . . . im not doing anything right now, so why not? hope you enjoy xx (even though this is very late).

SUM. — homelander is sick, erratic, manic. why? he has his fame, his money, his powers – what more could he need? an antidote, obviously, what else?

CON. warning — smoking weed / rolling a blunt (once), dry humping, dry orgasm, overstim, mentions of: growling, passing out (figuratively), meeting heaven (figuratively), & yan-like actions. p in a. bareback. begging. impregnation (breeding ?) kink. collar & leash. subby (leaning on), needy, & whiny homelander.

NOTES. — very rushed. semi-detailed smut. not a very good ending.

you flipped through the televison’s provided channels with an unlit blunt protruding from your lips, itching to light it in order to feel the undeniable zest and haze it always seemed to provide you with. the calming and doughy-like sensation melted your brain, it allowed you to escape from the realization that you were indeed wanted by national police and superheros (all at the same time, mind you) just because you even dared to speak of retiring. therefore, you came up with an idea: just escape! to hawaii or somewhere — you landed in Australia, though, so hawaii was entirely off course but aye, you were gone and free and almost high.

what’s not to love?

you finally found a reliable sitcom that’d allow you to not think too hard or pay attention too much. so you sat back and slouched, drowned into the comfiness of the couch’s plush cushions, and lit your blunt. the wafting smoking engulfed itself deep within your lungs and etched itself into the cushions of your couch. before you could even care about your couch’s wellbeing or could even take a second exhilarating blow, the smell of metal being burnt and resulting smoke that wafted from under your penthouse door to your living made your eye brows furrow together with confusion. before continuing your trail on being high, you dipped the blunt into an ashtray and pushed it into the table, and sat up, watching the door with a sense that something was array in the air.

“fix me, oh fuck — y’gotta, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” john’s words fell into loud, squeaky squabbles into the silk sheets of your bed. his large frame sat atop of your hips, straddling you whilst he made a steady pace of teasing his concealed cock with the friction your ruffled jeans provided him with. you wanted to calm him down, tell him it’s okay, baby, you know i’ll fix you, but he chose that ignorant and arrogant company or what the two of you could have had. and that’s something you’ll never forget, but damn, why pass up on fucking the most famous hero in the world because he’s begging to have you? nobody in their right mind would, that’s for sure.

“you gonna let me treat you right?” you asked, gripping on his hips with words that haven’t been spoken before but explained and demonstrated through the many encounters that occurred in the empty janitor closets in the hallways of his company. and john. . he can’t help but grind himself a little harder and nod just a little faster. he wants you in ways he could never explain. he needs you with the biblical and primal history behind it. he begs to serve you as though he’s nothing but a measly worshipper and you’re a god within the highest of heavens. and you allow him to do so.

“please.” john responds, and you know he means it.

before long, he has a pastel-pink color around his neck with the leash wrapped around your balled fist, feeling like a submissive fucking bitch under your control, and damn, he feels good. his hands are tied behind his back with his nails clawing at the air between you and him in order to feel the pleasure that courses through every atom in his very being. for the first time in a long time, john allows himself to be willingly and properly used by someone he adores.

when you mention the fact that you’ve run out of the very last condom, he says: “get me pregnant.” and good lord above, you can’t help but comply with his demands. he felt fucking heavenly too, he felt so, so fucking good, and the noises that were coming from him? good fucking god, you’d capture those noises in a jar and listen to them every night before you sleep if you could.

in between the lingering touches and chaste kisses and animalistic thrusts and moans and being treated like a fucking free-use prostitute, the tears that streamed down his eyes and the whines that came from him and the need eminiting from him to have the immediate skin-to-skin contact with you even though you were literally shoving your cum into the deepest part of his guts is what captivated you entirely. the way he honestly showed his greed proudly with it circling around town and right back to you made your heart swell. fuck, this was sick (sick enough to make you force yet another cry out his hoarse throat).

“oh fuck, fuck, fuck — gotta make you mine, gotta get pregnant and make sure you stay with me, oh fuck, gotta – gonna cum, fuck, gonnafuckin’cum–,” the process that coincided with long strings of his cum colliding with his pretty pink breasts made the loudest, girliest, guttural squeal mixed with a whine mixed with the neediest moan escape from his throat with him crying out your name. your sylabells. and for fucks sake, he knew exactly how to get you started again to buck your cum-covered tip into his abused prostate once more.

when he cried out your name like you were the Archangel himself, you knew that today would turn into tonight which would turn into yet another post-sex morning with a bitchy, clingy, neck-biting john that always needed a piece of you with him or he swore he might (would and undeniably will) go crazy. and to be honest, if you just savor this maniac for just a little bit longer, maybe the earth would look a bit more brighter to you. maybe the air would be clearer, the sun would shine harder, the birds would harmonize better — the morning is the best time of your day.

#dan.writes #x male reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys x male reader #homelander x gn reader #homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #homelander smut #bottom homelander #x top reader #x top male reader

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diejager · 2 months

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Hello, i was wondering if you could do the reader retaliating against Stepdad!konig and Dbf!horangi and going out to the bar by herself and she ends up meeting Ghost and Soap and hooks up with them on the down low?

Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, drinking, alcohol, hooking up, tell me if I missed any.

You were frustrated, feelings boiling under your skin and threatening to explode if it peaked higher. You couldn’t take it anymore, how restrictive and controlling your stepdad and his friend was, going as far s to manhandling your body and tire you out with the ruthless thrusts of their girth and famished kisses from scarred and dried lips. So you did what you knew best, called your friends and sought out their help to relax and forget the week-long stress and anger. They were eager for it, happy even to have you back in their warm embrace after your stepdad kept you locked in on most nights, and they went big, boisterously gushing about the hot men and beautiful women they saw at this bar.

Impulsively, you acted out by dressing more… freely, promiscuous with how much skin you were showing up in a black skirt that flowed elegantly around your upper thighs and a bottomed blouse with a notched collar that rode up your stomach whenever you stretched your arms. Your friends had encouraged you for acting out, dressed up so prettily that they swooned and enthusiastically pulling you towards their favourite corner of the bar. A little booth where they had eyes on everyone, ogling and smiling at people who stared back at them.

You restrained yourself from downing drink after drink, sitting with your friend who was the designated driver of the group, unlike the others who drank freely, giggling and cheeks flushed pink from the rush of alcohol. You enjoyed your current cocktail, stirring the straw and wrapping your glossy lips around the tip, relishing the sweetness and the afterburnof vodka in it.

“Hey,” Cassie nudged you, her shoulders touching yours as her eyes fleeted between you and somewhere farther up, “Someone- well, some people,” she shrugged, pointing at something with her chin, “Are staring at you.”

Your eyes followed her stare, moving over a crowd of filled tables and met pairs of dark and blue eyes at the counter of the bar, gazing at you with heavy eyes. You trailed down their bodies - side profile since they turned to hold contact with you - broad shoulders and well-sculpted arms and chest. One bigger than the other, but as tempting as the other, they worked off each other well, a giant and intimidating man and a smaller and more electrifying one. You shuddered, cheeks flushing red when you realised that they were handsome despite one having his face covered by some sort of mask with a skull print.

“Them?”

“Yeah! They’ve been staring at you for a good while, ” Cassie chuckled, wrapping her arm around you, leaning forward to whisper encouragements and temptations, “Why don’t you go talk to ‘em? Might be worth shit, y’ know? You wouldn’t be stuck being lonely with me at least.”

You glanced back at her gleaming eyes, mischief swirling in her beautiful blue eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Go, I don’t mind. Someone’s gotta watch over these bitches!”

Standing from the table, you made your way towards them with renewed determination after your friends all cheered for you to “get those piece of meat”. And seeing your approach, the mohawked man slapped the masked one in the arm and nodded your way, fully turning their bodies to greet you, one with hooded eyes and another with a toothy smile, wild and thrilling.

“Hi,” you smiled shyly, fingers curling behind your back in a nervous manner.

“Hello, Hen,” he had a Scottish - or so you thought - accent in his words, heavy and beautiful as it rolled off his tongue.

You told him your name with a flustered smile and he told you his with a peck on your hand, a downright sexy grin lifting the corners of his lips. His electric blue eyes and the small wrinkles around his eyes only made him look even more irresistible, it would probably fix your problems, finding someone sweet but feral to love and fuck you.

“Meet my friend, ” he gestured to the man who’d been staring at you so intensely, dark and dreamy with those pale lashes, “We call ‘im Ghost.”

You blinked, confused by the name until you realised it was probably an alias to keep his real name hidden, much like König did. Ghost was broader than him, but shorter than the 6’10 giant that lived in your house.

“Simon for you, luv,” Ghost - Simon as he told you - graced you with his sinfully deep and raspy voice, finally turning his chest towards you and peering down at you like you were a prey that he’d devour in a bite, “Buy you another drink?”

You’ve never felt more sure about your decision when you nodded, clenching your thighs at Simon’s wandering hands and Johnny’s gentle grip on your back.

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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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Maybe The Narrator, Tyler and Male Reader as like a lil throuple or something? it can be anything idm🙏

Jack “The Narrator” x Tyler Durden x male reader

Relationship headcanons I guess?

I love this gif,,,, whys he wearing his pants like that? who does he want to grab his hips like that, men???

Tyler is a real person in this universe, cuz it’s easier to write.

How tf did you bag not one mentally ill delusional guy, but two? Honestly, hats off to you. Cuz either you have to be just as unstable as them, or be weirdly too stable to even out their crazy.

So, depending on which, Tyler might not even pull off project mayhem if you are there to reel him in like a rabid Pomeranian wearing one of those full body harnesses.

Jack on the other hand just has so much insomnia it makes him kinda crazy, cuz not sleeping for a long time will drive you insane. Get this guy some sleeping meds, a noise machine, a weighted blanket and some of those melatonin gummies.

If you first start dating them after they start fight club, maybe you even met them there cuz one of your coworkers invited you, they’d still be kinda delulu and out for blood this time around.

Jack seems like he falls fastest, but Tyler falls hardest. You either deck both of them into the ground because its your first night at fight club, or they deck you and think you look so handsome with a bloody nose.

They’d keep circling you at fight club every week, in the beginning Tyler only does it cuz Jack likes you, and maybe Tyler is a little jealous you are taking his friends attention. At some point you’d be invited to their place.

Damn bitch, yall live like this? You try to be polite about it, but its kinda clear they live in a shithole. Screw Tyler’s whole, not owning anything and rejecting modern needs, you need a functioning shower and cable tv.

If Tyler bitches too much about your preferences, you just only invite Jack over, which has Tyler reeling too. So, whilst you are on the couch with an arm around Jack, Tyler can sit on his weirdly soggy mattress and pout.

I think we can all agree that Tyler would be jealous and possessive very easily, think a dog that seems chill, maybe a little hyper, but then snarling and snapping at anyone who comes near you or Jack. You are his, and his alone, so everyone else can stay away.

Jack is jealous and possessive too, but he’s less obvious about it, to others at least. You can tell from the way he glares or clenches his jaw, or how he bites a bit too hard when he makes hickeys on either you or Tyler.

Again, you are the most mentally stable out of all three of you, so you don’t get jealous that easily, compared to them. But that also means when you do get jealous, it has both Tyler and Jack climbing the walls, because its so hot to them.

Especially if you had to fight someone because they kept coming onto either of them, seeing you with a sneer and a bloody fist immediately has both these dudes feeling all types of hot under the collar.

Tyler is definitely a sloppy kisser. He kisses like he fights, overpowering and controlling, bites at your lips a bit too hard and grips the back of your neck and only let’s go when he’s gotten his fill.

For Jack it depends on how he’s feeling, if he’s feeling alright, he’s got the more normal kisses, maybe even just pecks. But if he’s wound up, jealous, or sleep deprived its more like how Tyler kisses.

But kissing them is also your best distraction method if either of them are getting a little too out there. Kissing or like, scruffing them or wrestling them a bit. Just keep in mind the last two most likely lead to something more.

Tyler is a blanket hog, whilst also somehow filling the bed as much as possible. Stretches out all his limbs, or keeps scooting closer to you and jack until you two are pressed up against the wall, whilst Tyler has the rest of it.

Jack is sticky when he sleeps, that meaning he’s hanging onto you. Got both arms and both legs wrapped around you, head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat cuz it helps him sleep. Sleeping between these two is hell in the summer.

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chosopie · 23 days

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TAMING SESSION - NAOYA ZENIN

cw: dub-con, pegging, spanking, orgasm denial, spitting

A pretty boy like Naoya needs to learn to shut his mouth most of the time.

You were sent by your group to recruit Naoya Zenin in hopes to have him help with your plans to save Gojo amidst the Culling Games.

Your cursed technique? Bondage. It often came in handy, making it easier to get a hold of curses and quickly finish them off which lead to you being overworked. Every mission, you just had to be there to accompany someone.

For your current mission, they sent you alone. This meant you had room to use your own means to get Naoya on board with you guys.

“You dirty whore! Let go of me,” Naoya spat at you. He was lying on his back, with a humiliated and enraged face that amused you. His face burned red with anger, while his body struggled to move around the tight ribbons that glowed with energy.

“I told you, you need to cooperate,” you clicked your tongue.

“Like hell I’d ever listen to a lowly girl like you.”

“Lowly? I’m not the one on the ground all tied up,” you giggled and crossed your arms. “I think I get to make the conditions here.”

You approached him, pulling on his collar to bring his face close to yours. “I need you to help us.”

“You need me that bad?” He grinned, his face swelled with pride and smugness.

“Well… you were our last option.”

“When I get out of this, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you and leave you in a gnarly state. No man would ever want you after that. Girls like you deserve to be locked away in their homes,” Naoya threatened, his eyes glistened with with but beneath that facade, all you saw was a childish and insecure brat who was scared of having his ego shattered by a woman.

He truly was an annoying bitch.

Those were his last words before you discarded his pants to ride his leaking cock.

“If you hate women like me that much, then why are you so hard, Naoya,” you flashed him a smile, your face was flushed red from the pleasure of his dick hitting a particular spot in your walls over and over again as you bounced on him.

“Get off. You don’t deserve this cock,” he panted, his chest heaving as his cock continued to violently twitch inside you.

You moaned, your hands exploring his body as you continued to grind and move up and down, his slippery dick occasionally sliding out and rubbing your labia.

“Hah— let me go!” Naoya pathetically whined, his face evidently flustered. At this point, he couldn’t control himself any longer. He was full-on bucking his eager cock into you.

“Enjoying this?” He shook his head.

The way his dick reacted to your clenching pussy and how it quivered was enough to tell you about how close he was. His face contorted when you sped up, his restrained body shook with pleasure and denial. His stubborn mind knew he shouldn't be enjoying this but his body said otherwise.

Just when Naoya was about to cum, you got off him in an instant, leaving him and his cock frustrated and needy. His swollen cock was covered in your slick and his pre-cum, a white glaze all over his red tip.

"You're fucking evil," he groaned.

"You wanted to cum that bad?"

He didn't reply, whatever remained of his dignity keeping his mouth shut tight.

"Oh, I'll make you cum in another way."

You whipped out your strap and his eyes widened in shock and terror. His jaw hung open as he struggled to find the words to react to what he had just saw.

“Well, that finally got you to shut up,” you chuckled.

You fucked Naoya's tight little hole so hard, he started moaning so loud it started coming off as screams. His eyes were fully rolled back while his dick angrily twitched from the newfound pleasure. Seeing this, you couldn’t resist grabbing a hold of it. You started aggressively stroking his dick while stimulating his g-spot. There were tiny beads of cum leaking out together with his pre. He was getting close again, but you weren’t going to make him cum until you hear him agree to help your friends.

"Fuck, fuck!" He groaned and whimpered.

You spanked him, leaving his ass cheeks red and bruised.

"Please, I'm so fucking close!"

"Need to hear you say the words," you whispered to his ear while thrusting into him even harder, pushing the silicone dick further into his ass.

"What?" He panted.

How cute. You had already fucked him dumb, making him forget what the whole thing was even about.

You pulled out, "forgot already?"

Naoya whined, "Just hurry up and make me finish already."

"Say it."

"Please! I'll help you."

"Agh-" his body suddenly jolted when you pushed the silicone back in. He backed up on you, pressing his ass onto your hips until every inch of the dick complete disappears into his hole.

"You needy bitch," you spat onto his back.

You fully exerted yourself, thrusting harder and faster while your hand pumped his dick. Naoya was a moaning mess. There was drool running down his chin and his back was fully arched. He got even more louder, his dick furiously leaking onto your hand.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Cumming, ahhh-" Naoya mewled.

"That's it," you smirked, knowing your mission was successful.

#rev.writes #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x reader #jjk naoya #zenin naoya #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk smut #naoya zenin smut

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squishytenya · 4 days

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semblance of touch - part three

prologue - part one - part two

pairing - bakugou x gn!reader

warnings - cursing, training fights, descriptions of pain (but not injury), mild angst, mild arguments (title from sedated by Hozier), this one's a long one guys!

The days after the conference had proven quite boring for the both of you. Since you had been hit by the quirk, you and Bakugou had been understandably banned from patrol. Effects from the girl’s quirk had proved too much of a liability to allow you two to risk your lives or health on the field.

Stagnation wasn’t something Bakugou enjoyed.

Something you could tell, because the man had been non-stop bitching for the past 24 hours. If he talked in his sleep, you were sure he would be complaining then too. He had exhausted all of his hobbies apparently (even though said hobbies consisted of gym work, studying and cooking - and that was being generous), and had resorted to sitting on the couch, watching your classmates go by. Not only that, he had been embellishing his people watching with foul mouthed commentary.

You watched as his red eyes danced over where Midoriya and Ochaco were snuggled up on the loveseat opposite you two. You were sure, if you squinted, you would probably be able to see the cartoon steam bursting from his ears.

“Fucking Deku and his fucking girlfriend, do they have to do that shit in public?” he grumbled, bitterly.

You rolled your eyes.

“They’re not in public, they literally live here”

“Still, get a fucking room”

You sighed, lifting yourself off of the couch. As much as the couple were slightly heavy handed on the PDA, you recognised that Katsuki was experiencing a weird off-brand cabin fever. And, to be honest, his complaining was pissing you off.

“C’mon shithead, you need to get out of the dorms”

You punctuated your instruction by running your fingers through his blonde locks and giving them a brisk tug. Bakugou sucked in a breath, one which you attributed to him trying to keep his anger under control.

“Kirishima!” you called for the redhead across the common room, “wanna come spar with us?”

The redhead in question immediately perked up at your suggestion. Patrols had been slow for everyone the past couple of weeks, ever since things with all for one had settled down it had mainly been low level criminals. Such criminals had proved consistently easy to deal with. Unfortunately, this also meant that it was not only Bakugou who had begun to develop that itch under his skin of wanting to do something more.

Sero poked his head round the corner.

“Uh, you mind if I tag along?” he questioned, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

Bakugou growled. A swift elbow to the ribs from you cut off his emerging protests before they had the chance to bubble over. The amount of time you had spent together had caused you to develop an effective balm to his sharp tongue, even for others.

“Absolutely, we would love that” you smiled at the two boys in front of you.

Sero cast an amused glance over to Kirishima, the both of them shared a small smile and nodded back to where you and Bakugou were standing.

“Right, we need to get ready so move it or lose it, asshole” you sang and pulled your roommate along by his collar.

—

The training room was a welcome sight when you entered. Due to the nature of your incident, you and Bakugou had been without training for the past couple of days. The two of you rarely trained with one another, and hadn’t for the past three years of your schooling. Now that you were adults, and almost done with your education all together, you still had yet to be in a one-on-one sparring session with the loud blonde.

Obviously, this wasn’t something you had taken much issue with, having seen the way he treats others during training. Unlike Kirishima, you didn’t have the non-metaphorical thick skin to be able to deal with those blows. There was no doubt that Katsuki was a force to be reckoned with in every aspect of his life. If you had to deal with the personal side of it because of your unfortunate situation, the training side can keep to itself as far as you were aware.

The flow of aircon in the gym caused your loose tee to flutter around your torso as you stepped into the room. All four of you had elected for casual gym clothes rather than the more formal training uniform. Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t help but let your gaze travel over your three companions. Sero, despite his deceptively lanky appearance, had elected for classic black gym shorts and a tank with obnoxiously wide arm holes - showing off not only his defined arms, but the lithe muscles of his torso too. Kirishima’s tight black training tee stretched over his defined arms and chest in a way that had you reminiscing of many conversations during girls night. He paired this with loose fitting red sweats that cupped his strong thighs nicely. Both of the men were impressive, and if they weren’t such good friends of yours, there’s no doubt you may have ogled longer.

In Katsuki’s case, ogling couldn’t be helped. He had managed to wear more clothing than the other two combined, and yet show far more off. The neck of his tank was stretched obscenely wide, showing off the peaks of his collar bones and muscled chest. Muscle wraps were smoothed over his forearms, providing the stability his gauntlets would have usually provided if it was any other training session, and bright orange KT tape tangled around the muscles in his upper arms. The shorts he had on were almost sinfully short, the orange piping up the side of them shifted like silk over his wide thighs whenever he took a step. Under the shorts were a pair of compression leggings so tight they looked almost painted on. The leggings had teasing mesh cutouts on his lower thighs and in triangles up from his ankles - displaying heavily muscled calves. The tank bunched up at the waist of his shorts, which only proved to further accentuate his tapered waist that was so often on show in his hero suit.

You gulped dryly.

What was it that Mina had said last time you were watching the boys spar? Sluttiest thing a man can do is have a tiny little waist. Your brain helpfully supplied the quote, causing the skin of your cheeks to flush warmly.

“Oy, why did you stop?” a gruff voice questioned.

“Oh uh sorry” you excused yourself, traipsing through the open gym door, “just thinking that’s all”

You didn’t miss the arched eyebrow you earned from Sero as you walked into the gym, he had obviously caught her staring. Their redheaded companion snickered slightly through a poorly hidden smile and you threw a dirty look his way - only furthering the man’s giggles.

“What are you two chucklefucks laughing at?”

You froze up, spinning on your heel to pat at your companions' clothed chest.

“Nothing for you to worry about blondie, let’s get to training” you hurried.

After an annoyed tut, it seemed you had convinced him good enough for you four to get on with what you actually went to the gym to do. As always, Kirishima and Bakugou paired up with each other for sparring which left you and your raven-haired friend to partner up with each other.

“They’re so well matched i’m almost jealous” Sero mused at you, both of you observing your friends immediate start into training.

“He’ll never say it outloud, but Bakugou really does love training with him” you whispered back.

Sero snorted.

“Emotional walls are up so high he can’t even tell his bro he’s a good sparring partner”

“He can’t even tell Sato he likes his baking dude, just grunts like a caveman”

Sero chuckled from his stretching position, peering up at you with humorous dark eyes.

“He’s nice to you though”

You double took, avoiding eye contact with the man next to you. Instead, you focused on your calf stretches and tried to still your beating heart. That didn’t seem at all true in your mind. Bakugou had never particularly been nice to you. Of course, he didn’t treat you like complete shit, you were definitely higher up on his mental nice list than Todoroki and Midoriya, despite how far they had all come in terms of friendship.

“I wouldn’t say that” you muttered, “if anything these last couple of days have proved it”

“Oh really? We all saw the press conference”

You cringed at the reminder of the blunder.

“He doesn’t talk about everyone like that”

“Please, he was pissed cause that woman insulted our hero work, he probably wouldn’t have said anything if it was just me”

Sero rolled his eyes, gracefully tumbling up off the floor.

“If you say so” he conceded, “maybe you’ll see it the way we do someday”

You snorted, standing and pushing his shoulder away.

“Okay Socrates, are we sparring or what?”

Within moments the two of you were at blows with one another. Both of your quirks, unlike the two men next to you, were more long-distance friendly so you had taken up the majority of the space in the gym. Sero’s tape had become all the more powerful after years of training at UA, as well as apprentice placements at agencies. Because of the range of your quirks, you two were even placed at the same agency for one of these - meaning not only were your quirks evenly matched, but your training capabilities too.

You veered sideways, dodging a bolt of tape coming straight for you. The side of the tap had caught your lip slightly, causing a rivulet of blood to drip down your chin.

“You’re getting rusty Hanta” you sang.

Using the spare bolt of tape to swing round and land a kick to his shoulder that sent him reeling across the floor. You landed down on the soft mat of the gym floor, pounced up on one foot and sent yourself flying through the air towards your target. The training may have been casual, and therefore not very high stakes, but Sero had been your friend since first year and you two had developed a friendly amount of competitiveness when it came to winning fights. Apparently, even playful ones.

One of your feet came crashing down just an inch from his head, the other below his spread arm. The raven haired man looked up at you from the floor and he was obviously slightly dazed at your quick movements. Reaching down, you placed a hand on his chest and smiled up at him.

“One, two, three” you counted, drawing out the three.

“And he’s pinned, I win! Ding ding ding first round goes to me!”

You stood up and withdrew yourself from above your sparring partner. Said man grumbled as he watched you dance around, caught up in the glee of your victory.

“Yeah yeah, rub it in my face why don’t you”

The tape-hero grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his sore back from where you had planted him on the ground. You beamed at him.

“Don’t get salty cause you lost dude,” you teased, “I’m just the best, you never had a chance really”

Snickering from the other side of the gym caught both your attention. Kirishima and Bakugou had evidently taken a break from beating the shit out of one another and had apparently seen the end of the fight between you and your butt-hurt sparring partner. Which meant they had also seen the gloating and victory dance you had been performing just moments prior.

Bakugou glanced up at you through blonde lashes. His gaze was never soft, so to say, not like the way Midoriya looks at Ochako, or even the way Kirishima looks at a good meat skewer. But there was something light and airy in there this time, akin to amusement you would say if you didn’t know any better.

“You really let them beat you?” grumbled Katsuki to the man on the floor.

Sero’s sputter was undignified. He waved his hands in protest, before the words actually managed to find their way out of his mouth - you interrupted.

“What do you mean ‘let’, asshole? He didn’t let me do shit, I beat him fair and square” you huffed, squaring up to the blonde.

He chuffed, standing up and strolled over to where you were standing. There was less than a foot between your faces now. Still, you were unphased. Defiantly, you poked a finger onto his solid chest and stood even straighter.

“Go on, if you think i’m so easy to beat,” you challenged, “you and me, sparring, right now - let’s go”

A chuff of amusement hit your face, the minty fresh breath of your future opponent did nothing to quell the butterflies in your abdomen.

“I’ll squish you, princess, don’t even try”

You raised a brow, leaning on one hip and crossing your arms rebelliously.

“Try me blondie” you snarked, “or are you too much of a pussy? Surely you’re not scared I might beat you”

That seemed to hit the right target. A growl emitted from the man in front of you, one that you weren’t even going to pretend wasn’t attractive. There was pretty much steam emitting from his skin at the challenge. Whoops.

“Fine, but don’t cry when I win”

“I’m not Sero”

“Hey!”

Said man's indignant cries of protest were ignored as you followed your challenger onto the training mat once again. Sure, Katsuki was a formidable opponent and sure, you had never actually sparred with him. But you were all best of the best for a reason. You deserved to be here just as much as he did. Plus, you knew your training was good and that you were an amazing fighter, this would be a piece of cake.

Kirishima counted you both in but neither of you broke eye contact with the other. The soft glint from earlier had all but disappeared, replaced by the harsh determination you knew to expect from Katsuki - whether it be from the past couple of days or the last three years of being in class with him.

Still, you tried your best to seem unphased. Katsuki was the type to find and exploit any opponent's weakness, as he had done several times in the past with actual villain encounters. And you were all too aware he wasn’t shy of using the same tactics during in-class training.

“2-1, Go!”

Without a moment's hesitation, the blonde leapt at you from across the mat, giving you little time to dodge. You knew from training that he moved quickly but Jesus, that was a little much. There was hardly time to catch your bearings before he spun seemingly in midair and swung a crackling hand towards your face. You managed to doge again, grabbing the man's arm and using his momentum to swing him towards the training mat.

Unfortunately for you, Bakugou grabbed the back of your tee as you pulled him over, slamming you onto the mat along with him.

You felt the thin fabric of your t-shirt tear straight down the middle of your back, the rest of the fabric fluttering off of your body in torn rivulets. Not one to be precious, you tore the rest of the scraps off - leaving you in a tight training vest. The sweat dripping down your forehead was quickly wiped away and you steeled yourself for the incoming blow from Bakugou.

Ever the opportunist, he had used your momentary distraction to swing his popping, crackling fist towards your stomach. Within the split second of seeing it coming, you knew there was no way you’d be able to dodge it. Instead, you tensed your stomach muscles the best you could and prepared to swing your own elbow into the side of his face. But as his fist and your elbow made impact - there was a blinding golden light that illuminated the entire gym.

When your vision came back to you, excruciating pain emitted not only from your stomach, but also your jaw?

The wind had been thoroughly knocked from your chest. Laying, gasping on the mat, you could only blink up as Kirishima’s concerned face popped into your field of vision. There was an attempt to communicate with him yet all you could manage was a pitiful whimper. The pain flowing through your body, pulsating from your stomach and jaw was overwhelming. Despite your excessive training having desensitised you to a lot of pain, this was unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was like molten lava was flowing from the impact spots on your stomach and jaw. Tears began to gather in the corners of your eyes. How embarrassing.

Katsuki seemed to be in a similar situation if the pained groans echoing from across the training mat were any indication.

“Shit, Sero get Mr Aizawa, you’re quicker than I am” you heard Kiri’s concerned tone over your own heavy breathing.

“I’ll get recovery girl too”

You were full on sobbing now, wracked breaths forcing their way out of your chest. It felt like every cell in your body was burning up at once, exploding into themselves like a collapsing star.

“Katsuki” you whimpered, reaching towards the man across the mat.

“Kirishima, bring him here”

Kiri looked concerned at leaving you in this state, but it was clear what you needed at that moment. For some reason, your body was yelling at you to be closer to Katsuki, even if him beating you up had resulted in this in the first place.

Rustling could be heard across the room from you and you found yourself thanking the gods for Kirishima and his strength. The view of the redhead cradling his friend's writhing body in his arms made your heart race slightly, hoping that Bakugou wasn’t in as much pain as you were. His teeth were gritted and his eyes seemed hazy, unable to focus on anything in the room. It looked to be exactly how you felt, but he was handling it slightly better it seemed. You sniffed some of your tears back.

Kirishima laid Bakugou next to you and you felt the pain in your body let up slightly. The tugging in your cells didn’t cease until you managed to drag yourself to curl sluggishly into the crook of the blonde’s arm. His body smelt like it always did, slightly muskier maybe but the subtle aftershave and bonfire smell stuck around through almost anything. Your body was screaming at you to make some kind of contact but you couldn’t bring yourself to move an inch. The pain radiating from your body pulsed and writhed through your muscles like scalding water, twisting your body into a painful shape on the mat.

A muffled screech escaped from between your gritted teeth but you managed to pull yourself half on top of Bakugou. Your head hit his chest and he grunted slightly at the impact. Incessantly, the pain throbbed on through your muscles. Stupid fucking Bakugou in his stupid nun-ish exercise wear. He may as well have gone all out and worn a habit.

You grasped weakly at the tank covering his torso, only to find your grip not strong enough to move it any considerable distance. A groan echoed above you. Katsuki had seen your struggle and was moving one of his outstretched arms to curl around your bare shoulders.

As soon as his skin made contact with yours it was like a cooling water poured through your body, soothing the intense ache and burning it had been feeling. You were finally able to draw a proper, painless breath into your aching lungs. Never again would you take that ability for granted. The pain hadn’t yet fully left your body, still sore like an old bruise. There was no way of telling what the damage actually looked like but you were sure it wasn’t good.

The door of the gym slammed open, your capture-weapon clad teacher marching his way towards where your two bodies collapsed on the floor. Coughing weakly, you flitted your eyes up to meet his. The older man grumbled, sitting on the floor next to the two of you.

“Why can’t you two go five seconds without getting into trouble?”

You chuckled weakly, still under the hostage of Bakugou’s arm. The man himself grumbled underneath you in a weak attempt at protest.

“You think we do this shit on purpose?” he snapped, half-heartedly.

“That or a cruel trick of fate,” Aizawa muttered.

“A solid possibility,” you groaned, “but i’d rather it not be that”

The ensuing argument was interrupted by the arrival of recovery girl and a very out-of-breath Sero. The small woman pursed her lips at the two of you. Obviously, you were a sight to behold - a tangled pile of limbs and fabric breathing heavily on a training mat. It still felt like all of the energy had been zapped out of you, even if the pain was lessening more and more by the second. The tear tracks on your cheeks had dried out by now and were uncomfortable crusty on your face. You would definitely need a shower after this.

“There’s nothing I can do here”

Katsuki’s arm tensed around you and you could feel the snarl bubbling up his chest from where your head was laid.

“What do you mean there’s noth-”

“You’re not injured” she stated, quite promptly, “there is nothing physically wrong with you for me to heal”

“Recovery girl” began Kirishima, “what happened then?”

It was clear seeing two of their close friends in pain had shook Kirishima and Sero up slightly. The taller man was leaning into Kirishima’s hold, gnawing at his lip. Kirishima, meanwhile, had wrapped one of his strong arms around Sero’s shoulders and was rubbing his hand up and down his arm comfortingly. You reached up to pat at Hanta’s leg, the closest attempt at comfort you could scrounge from your fatigued body.

“Despite their quirk incident earlier this week, these two thought it would be smart to try and train with each other,” recovery girl explained.

She sounded sick of your shit. Not that you blamed her.

“And in doing that, they caused a quirk reaction”

You groaned. The explanation seemed so simple when it was laid out in front of you like that but it hadn’t even occurred to you not to spar Katsuki. The quirks' effects weren’t exactly wearing off, but the ache in your wrist where the girl had grabbed you had disappeared completely as you two had been staying close enough to one another. You supposed it was odd to forget about it but you only wanted to get back to training.

“And in doing so, have shortened the distance allowed between them”

“Oh my god” you groaned, thumping your head down onto the mat this time.

“This would never have happened if you didn’t get so cocky,” Bakugou complained.

You shot him a look as best you could from face down on the mat.

“If you weren’t such a prick, I wouldn’t have responded like that in the first place, would I?”

Aizawa leaned forward and pinched both of your ears.

“Stop whining, you’re both at fault. Now go back to the dorms”

Both of you huffed like children being scolded by a nursery teacher. With Aizawa, it still felt like that sometimes, despite the fact you were now all technically pro heroes. Still, you rolled out from under Katsuki’s arm and tried your best to stand.

In doing so, you leaned too far away from him and your wrist started flaring with the familiar burning sensation. You hissed and gripped the appendage, bringing it and yourself closer to Bakugou.

You looked at your wrist in disbelief.

“That was barely three feet” you whispered, meeting eyes with recovery girl.

She tutted.

“You made your own bed dear, time to lie in it”

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Protection V

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A little shorter of an update. Probably another update on the shorter side after this. I promise there's a point to all this.

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But when she did stuff like this it was hard to believe that she liked him in any sort of way. It just made him mad, and he thought that all that time he spent building this relationship with her was a waste.

Her mom was stubborn. Everyone thought it was from her dad because a top political official had to have a certain amount of discipline. A certain amount of stamina and determination to get what he wanted. To achieve the success that he had. But it was her mom that taught her to believe in whatever she wanted but she needed to believe it proudly.

Her mom was the one who cared for her attention to science. She cultivated her love of experimenting and hypothesizing like she was a garden of food. She was the one that made her believe in all the good the world had to offer, all the good people. When she was scared or sad about the things on TV, she reminded her to look for the people that helped because there were always people that helped—even in the gravest of situations. It was heartwarming to have such belief in humanity. She thought about her mom every day and she hoped her mom would be proud of her for sticking to her guns and believing in the good and more importantly herself.

She was endlessly grateful for her mom’s stubbornness for so many reasons she couldn’t begin to explain. She was bold and brave. It was the reason an entire division of grown men and women feared her just by walking in a room. The reason she was academically successful and worked so hard. Her mom was her everything and she was so glad she taught her to be independent.

Except for right now.

Because sometimes, her stubbornness got her into downright stupid situations, and she was left with no one to blame but herself. She pulled her jacket collar closer around her neck and sighed. If her mom could see her now, she wondered if she would be mad. Maybe she would laugh at her determined daughter seeing her on the bench in the middle of the park. It was raining, freezing cold rain, and her ankle was too swollen to move—she had barely made it to the bench.

Harry was going to kill her.

But for a few moments, she would have a pity party for herself while she waited for her phone to charge enough to turn on in her purse. At least she came prepared with a portable charger this time. She hoped Harry would see it that way. Each time his curly brown hair and his green eyes popped into her mind; she felt a pang of disappointment in herself. Harry was so nice. He was so gentle with her even when she was a bitch, and she knew it.

It was probably extremely against protocol for her to be in love with him.

Her phone began vibrating about a hundred times in one minute and even though it seemed excessive, she was glad he was worried. Even if it was just for his job. She didn’t bother reading the worried text messages. She didn’t listen to his angry voicemails.

If he were my boyfriend this would be so controlling, I would be out of there in two seconds flat. Why am I liking all this?

If she thought for longer than two seconds, it was because she knew that despite his job, he was worried about her. But she couldn’t think like that. Harry didn’t like her like that, he couldn’t like her like that. He had his whole bit about protocol and this...relationship...they had.

He wasn’t in love with her, she decided.

She put the phone to her ear after tapping Harry’s name. She wasn’t sure it rang long enough for even one ring to go through but naturally, he answered.

“I’m in the park,” she said before he started yelling at her. “I’m fine,” she added. Although she felt he probably didn’t care at that point. If it were her, she’d probably say something like “not for long.” Harry, though, despite how annoyed he got with her, how angry he got, never said things like that. Even as a joke. Maybe it was protocol, but she definitely knew others wished her dead behind her back.

She heard him rattling off a list of questions into her ear, angry swears dotting his phrases and questions. But she ignored it all and found comfort in just the tone in his voice.

“I’m in the park, I won’t move,” she didn’t think telling him she couldn’t move was necessary. She hung up before he started yelling again.

Every time Harry thought he was making progress with her, it felt like they went right back to square one. The night’s adventure led her through a bathroom window once more. Harry swore he was going to put a tracking device on all her clothes, and he was going to tell her as soon as he found her.

After all that, he wondered why she felt the need to leave through the window. Like he wouldn’t happily follow her without question. The guy seemed nice. Despite the fact they were in a seafood restaurant that she didn’t like. He held her seat out, he asked questions about her and her studies. When he left, he kissed her cheek. She told Harry she just wanted to run to the bathroom first and then poof.

Harry wondered if he cramped her style. Part of him hoped that was the case, honestly. Harry wasn’t sure how he would like the whole dating scene when there was someone constantly hovering near by worried about his safety. But by now she had to know this was his job, that he took very seriously, and after the other really bad night, he wanted her to know that he would keep her safe. Even if he wasn’t part of DSS he believed he would try and keep her safe, he liked her a lot. It was bad how much he liked her. When he wasn’t around her, he thought about what she was doing. If she was giving the agents a hard time. He refrained from messaging her all day even though it was the only thing on his mind. He wished her luck for her classes—especially when she had a quiz. But other than that, he tried not to think about her.

It was next to impossible. She invaded his every thought. Like a little flower, a wildflower, poking through the cracks of his brain and growing where it shouldn’t.

Even if it was beautiful and lovely where it grew.

He pulled his jacket collar around his neck snuggly. A new burst of anger surged through him because she was out in this terrible weather anyway. If she wasn’t in the park, he was going to lose his mind.

Fortunately, his mind would stay intact. He saw her vibrant red raincoat across the way, even through the pouring rain. She was sitting on a bench. No doubt drenched through and through.

Was she just enjoying a good rainstorm? She made him so angry he could spit. He hustled through the rain, not caring that he was getting soaked either.

“What is your problem?” He snapped when he was within earshot. She didn’t look at him, which made him madder. “I don’t care if y’don’t like me,” Harry knew that was a lie. He wanted her to like him so badly. “I don’t understand. One minute we can watch movies and another you’re leaving me in the dust,” she imagined if they were in her apartment he would be pacing back and forth. But it was raining, so he didn’t. “Y’don’t have t’like me, but I don’t like being unemployed. Every time they ask if I want t’be reassigned I ask if y’don’t want me anymore. They tell me y’don’t want t’fire me so I jus’ don’t get it,” he was so frustrated. She wondered why tonight was the breaking point for him. Because there were at least ten other grievances that Harry could have faulted her for before tonight, but it seemed like today was the worst. “Why would y’run away like that? S’not like I haven’t been kind t’your needs and all the things y’want t’do. Why would—why are y’sitting in the rain?” His tone of voice changed from his rant. Like he only just realized where they were and that it was raining. “S’freezing cold? Where is your date?”

She didn’t speak for a moment and Harry wanted to shake her. He thought she was annoying, but this was so agitating he wanted to throw his phone across the park. Then maybe shake her. “They ask if you want to be reassigned?” She wondered. He ignored her question.

“Why are y’sitting, alone, in the park, love?” His gentleness was back.

Another beat of silence. “Why don’t they like me?” She whispered, barely. Harry almost didn’t hear her over the rain.

“What?”

She sniffled and looked up at Harry.

All the anger left his body. He didn’t care about his job, if he was unemployed, he didn’t care if the ground opened up below his feet and sucked him down to the core. All that mattered were the tears in her beautifully sad eyes. The fact they were soaked to the bone didn’t matter.

She was okay, that much was clear—at least, she was mostly okay.

“I told him about you. Pointed to where you were sitting. He told me to ditch you, so we could be alone. I don’t know why I did it, Harry. I’m sorry. I know I could have asked you, but I just...” she shook her head, disappointed in herself as much as Harry seemed to be. Her mom would be disappointed too, she was sure. Letting a guy dictate what to do. It was nearly against her religion. “We were cutting through the park, and I twisted my ankle on the edge of the sidewalk. I barely made it to this bench and he...” she felt so stupid. “He made some...lie. I don’t know. Said he would be back...left me here and that's when I called you,” she finished. “Why don’t boys like me?” She asked. “I’m...” she sniffled. “I know I don’t need them,” she told Harry. “But I’m so alone all the time. I want one. I want someone to love me,” her voice was so sad Harry wanted to scream. He was heartbroken, he could even tell the difference between her tears and the rain falling down her cheeks.

He didn’t want to tell her that he probably loved her—well he actually probably did want to tell her such. (He was in fact, sure he loved her, but he thought if he pretended that he didn’t, he wouldn’t ruin his job, or cause her to think he was insane.) Harry sighed and crouched a bit toward her. Other than the time she hugged him to thwart the flirting of the guy outside the bar back in August, he hadn’t ever really touched her. But in the past few weeks, it seemed to be the only thing he did. Cradling her was becoming dangerously like second nature. More so he did it so effortlessly, he was used to how she felt held to his chest. Her cheeks warmed because she remembered the conversation she had with him before about her minor insecurity of him sweeping her up in his arms like this. Even if he said her weight wasn’t on his mind, she imagined it wasn’t easy for him to carry a full-grown adult.

Still, he cradled her, pausing briefly to assure she was firmly in his grasp. They were drenched in rainwater and Harry worried she was going to catch a cold. He was going to insist she shower—or maybe take a bath if she couldn’t stand on her ankle. He would make her tea while she did.

He began walking back to the SUV. He released a long, almost irritated sigh as he answered. “You’re finding boys not men, love.”

She didn’t say anything in response and tried not to think about how nice it felt to be held by Harry. With her arms looped gently around his neck, she got a good view of his profile. She tried not to stare but Harry was beautiful. It was hard to look anywhere else. Even with rain pouring down his face and his hair matting to his forehead, he looked like a model for umbrellas.

He was so kind to her, even when she was awful and did stupid things like she did tonight. It was hard for her to keep up this façade that she was angry all the time around him. He broke that the very first moment he arrived outside her door, took her snide smile with ease, and just let her be. Or maybe she was finally tired of it all and Harry was just...easier.

She decided right then and there she shouldn’t torture him anymore—couldn’t torture him. It wasn’t fair to him. This was...so much more than he probably ever expected and he was so nice about it. Her other agents would have fallen through the cracks. Like a hydra, three more people sent to take their spot at this point, but poor Harry continued to stay. He didn’t deserve her being a brat. “D’you need t’go to the hospital?” He asked.

She shook her head. “No, thank you,” she answered quietly. “Sorry,” she murmured and rested her head against her arm that looped around him.

“Y’need t’find someone better than these tools y’running around with love,” he muttered.

She bit the inside of her cheek so hard she drew blood so she wouldn’t ask if he could be the someone better.

She was grateful no one was around to see Harry carrying her through her apartment building like a bride. She didn’t want comments and they were still soaking wet. He carefully placed her on the couch and began running around her apartment immediately. In a flash he had gotten her a change of clothes to put in the bathroom, medicine for the pain (pain that she didn’t even feel over the ache of her lonely heart), and turned on the shower to heat up. He took her shoe off and inspected her ankle.

“Do y’think y’sprained it?” He asked. She shook her head.

“No...it should be okay by tomorrow, maybe the day after at latest,” she murmured. “I went down so gracefully to keep from really spraining it,” she explained with a smirk indicating that it definitely wasn’t graceful. It was the first sign of happiness on her face.

Harry wished he was there when it happened because he was sure he would have thrown himself in her path to keep from falling in the grass. Harry was going to make a note on the guy’s file that he was a douchebag and not to be trusted.

“Of course y'did, Miss Wildflower," she shook his head with a smirk. "Do y’think y’can stand in the shower?” He asked.

She nodded looking anywhere but his face. “Can you just...carry me in there? Clothes and all? I’ll handle it from there,” she promised, cheeks reddening.

He would gladly undress her with the utmost respect if it would help her. But he kept that to himself. He grabbed her up again, once more at ease with how natural it felt and placed her in the shower. The water soaked her clothes even more. He was glad she was wearing easy things to get off. A pair of leggings, a long blouse. He thought it was deplorable of the guy to leave such a pretty girl hurt and alone in the rain. “Please, jus’ shout if y’need help. A little embarrassment isn’t worth getting more hurt,” he said gently. She nodded awkwardly.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Course, love.”

“Do you have to do paperwork for this?”

“I think y’know the answer t’that.”

She frowned. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Really, truly, so horribly sorry.”

“S’okay, love,” he smiled weakly and gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“I’m not going to do it anymore,” she looked at Harry through her lashes and his heart melted. “I promise.”

Harry reminded himself that every time she promised, she meant it. So, he was a little surprised by her sudden vow. Wondering why tonight was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Okay,” he nodded. “I believe you...shout if y’need something,” he reminded her and left her alone in the bathroom.

Harry took the fastest shower in the world. He didn’t have spare clothes here, he should have. It was stupid he didn’t. But she managed to find a pair of basketball shorts she had from an ex-boyfriend that she never gave back. She liked the mauve colored fabric and thought if he was going to kiss other girls while dating her, she deserved a pair of shorts in return. She found an oversized sweatshirt she bought from her college—she always found buying in the men’s section led to the comfiest hoodies—took the taking your boyfriend’s hoodie to a whole new level. Harry threw his actual clothes in the dryer.

“Think m’stuck here for a bit,” he smiled at her as he brought tea to her. She already knew that though. He had called in the car that he didn’t need his relief; it wasn’t uncommon. She was out and about, and it didn’t make sense for someone to switch out if he had it under control and it would just cause trouble.

She was setting up the next movie on their list on the TV. She tossed a blanket onto the other couch, but Harry sat beside her, pulling medical tape from the pocket of his shorts. He collected her foot in his lap and very gently pushed it into a flexed position. “S’that hurt?” He asked.

She shook her head. He was so gentle she was certain if it was broken, she wouldn’t be in pain. He looped the tape around her ankle several times, ripping off strips and making sure it was stable. It felt better already. He got up once more, hurried to the kitchen and back, before sitting beside her again. He placed a throw pillow atop his lap and placed a bag of frozen peas on her taped foot. She shivered at the chill, and he reached for the blanket on the end of the other couch to toss over the rest of her leg. “How do you know how to tape an ankle?” She asked.

He smiled. “I used t’be an EMT,” he told her. She blinked. It occurred to her she knew nothing about Harry. “Then I was private investigator,” he added to her surprise. “I didn’t really want t’be a police officer because I didn’t want t’have t’go through all the training. I actually hate carrying a gun,” he admitted. She glanced at the gun on her dining table. She never felt worried about it or about Harry having one, in fact she often forgot he even carried one. “But I had t’take a class or whatever...wanted t’make sure I knew what t’do if I needed to,” he pressed play on their movie. He turned to her surprised face. She was staring at him, not the screen. “What?” He asked.

“What’s your favorite color?” She asked.

“Orange.”

“Favorite food?”

He thought for a moment. Paused the opening credits. “Tacos...or Brussel sprouts.”

“Favorite animal?”

“Turtle.”

“Board game?”

“Scrabble.”

“Store?”

“The bookstore, I think. Maybe Target.”

She pursed her lips. “Favorite Beatle?”

He smirked. “Paul.”

“Do you like olives?”

“Hate ‘em,” he nodded. She liked them. So, there was that; the olive theory would apply to them. “Anything else?” He wondered as she thought over his answer.

“Season?”

“Spring...oh did y’mean like spice? Cause that’s curry.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Okay, that’s it for now.”

He smiled, enjoying her laughter. He enjoyed the carefree way she sounded when she wasn’t focused on hiding her feelings or pretending to be grumpy. “I’ll ask more later.”

“Sure, love. I’d like t’know some answers myself,” he said, shifting slightly to keeping the peas firmly on her injury. He didn’t seem to mind how cold it was, although she was sure his fingertips had to be numb from it because her foot was freezing.

Eventually, she fell asleep and Harry did everything he could to make her bed comfy before bringing her in. “Night, Harry,” she mumbled as he slowly closed the door.

“Night, love,” he smiled.

Her ankle made a full recovery by day three, as she had predicted. Once more, she proved that her promised word meant something. She didn’t escape, she listened when Harry politely asked her to leave a restaurant or store, and she didn’t fight him on any protocol. Harry hadn’t done paperwork in almost two weeks. “Are you sure you don’t want to be reassigned?” His supervisor asked again.

“Does she not want me anymore?” Harry repeated the same question he always did. With a shake of his head, Harry answered the same way he always did. “I’ll stay.”

They continued with their normal routines. Except now she asked him all kinds of questions about his favorites. She asked them all the time. “I...I thought I’d make tacos, if you want some,” she was so gentle now. Harry wondered if this was what she was like before her mum...before her dad. While her vulnerable self was definitely one of his top five favorite versions of her, he thought it was this version of her that took the number one spot. Her soft demeanor, her kind smile. She was...

Don’t go there. The little nagging voice in his head was turning into a voice with a megaphone trying to remind him about protocol and professionalism and how falling in love with the person he was supposed to protect was messy.

Not to mention frowned upon.

“Sounds good love, d’you need any help?” He asked.

She shook her head. “I’ll let you know.”

He nodded, sitting at his computer and running through his email, the list of events for the month. Harry was supposed to head back to England for New Year’s. He would celebrate Christmas late with his mum and sister. He would sleep late, go to the bakery he worked at as a teen, and crochet with his family on the porch while they sipped hot chocolate.

He hadn’t mentioned his vacation to her yet. He was beyond excited to see his family, but he knew he was going to miss the girl cutting up an avocado in the kitchen. He didn’t know how to bring it up either. Every method seemed like a bad idea. If he mentioned Christmas, he might have to talk about her dad. Which was definitely a subject he enjoyed avoiding. Bringing up his mum was also a sensitive topic.

He also worried that he would tell her he planned on getting her a gift because he didn’t think he should—she loved her birthday gift and she insisted he tell her his birthday so she could reciprocate and if she missed it, she was going to give him an extra birthday. He declined to tell her at first, but she scowled at him and refused to play the movie, put the remote down her shirt until he told her it was the first of February. He managed to keep the idea that he would gladly follow the path of the remote to—

“Harry!” She gasped loudly and he heard something clink on her tiled kitchen floor. Harry knocked his computer off the table. It clattered to the floor beside the overturned chair as he rushed to her side in the kitchen.

“What happened?!” He asked alarm ringing in his voice, reaching for her shoulders as she nearly folded herself in half clutching her left hand in a fist and placed her right hand over top it.

“Oh, my fucking God,” she hissed. “Ow, Oh my God, I’m so stupid. Ow, ow, ow,” she whimpered.

“Love, let me see,” he said nervously, encouragingly.

“I sliced my hand so bad,” she croaked. “Fuck,” she moaned. “I’m so dumb.”

“Hey, s’okay,” he said soothingly seeing the blood seep over the back of her hand. “Jus’ lemme see, love. S’okay,” he steered her toward the sink. He guided her hands over the basin and turned the water on. She slowly released her hand. It wasn’t necessarily gushing, but hand wounds always seemed to bleed profusely. He stuck her hand beneath the stream, and she flinched with a sharp intake of breath.

“It hurts,” she whined.

He nodded. “I know, love, m’sorry,” he mumbled eyeing the gash she created just below the first knuckle of her index finger right before nicking the small web of skin between her thumb and forefinger. It looked like a massive paper cut.

“Does it need stitches?” She asked nervously. “I don’t want to go to the hospital,” she frowned.

He shook his head. “No, s’not that deep,” he began opening cabinets looking for her first aid kit.

“It’s on top of the fridge,” she told him. He really liked the way she knew what he was looking for without having to say it.

“Harry,” she whined as he got the bandages he wanted out of the kit. “It hurts,” she repeated.

“I know, love. M’sorry. Hold on jus’ a second,” he tried to work quickly grabbing a paper towel to dry her hand. He switched the water off and covered the cut immediately. Drying the area. She winced at the contact of the towel and watched as it became sodden with blood. He frowned, put her hand under water once more while he grabbed more paper towels folding it into a little rectangle. He repeated the process, pulling her hand from the water, drying and then placed the little rectangle on her hand. He brought her right hand over top of it, then squeezed her hand tightly over the towels. “Hold your hand above your heart,” he said shifting her arm for her. “Keep pressure on it,” he quickly got the bandages and ointment ready on the counter beside them.

“Harry, it hurts,” she complained again, her voice catching.

“I know it does, love, m’sorry,” he frowned and turned to her again. “M’gonna try t’make it better, okay?”

She nodded and tapped her foot impatiently as he pulled the towels off and quickly slathered the area with the anti-bacterial cream the bleeding seeming to stop a good amount with the jelly-like substance keeping the blood from pouring out as quickly. “Harry,” she grumbled miserably as he continued to work diligently on her cut.

“I know, honey, m’sorry,” he repeated almost exasperated. Not with her, with the situation. He felt terrible she was in any kind of physical pain. “Jus’ another minute,” he promised and quickly laid gauze over top of the cream. She seemed to sigh with relief at that and then it was silent while he placed the tape over the bandage and skin.

Now that the pain had dissipated from her mind, it occurred to her he called her honey. It made her weak. Felt like her organs were 300 degrees hotter than they were supposed to be. She was certain if she looked up at Harry her pupils would have turned into little hearts.

He smoothed the bandages over a few times, inspecting his work and making sure it was of top quality and wasn’t bleeding any longer. She was sure stitches couldn’t have healed it faster after Harry was done with it. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and stared at it for a moment. Time seemed to stand still as he held her hand in both of his.

Without thinking he brought it closer to his face and dropped a kiss over the top of the bandages. Somehow, through two layers of tape, gauze, and the ointment, she swore the kiss cured it. It took every ounce of her self-control to not sigh like a sappy, lovesick teen girl. The hearts in her eyes surely had Harry’s initials flashing in them.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Harry released her hand. His cheeks turned this adorable shade of pink as he offered an uncomfortable smile. “I’ll finish the tacos,” he suggested.

She nodded. “Okay,” she mumbled. “Thank you.”

“Course, love. Sorry y’hurt yourself.”

She hoped he didn’t see the hearts in her eyes with everything in her.

Harry swore her pupils were the size of her eyes. He could have spent forever staring at her. He would kiss her hand a thousand times. All he wanted to do was stand in this kitchen and look at her for the rest of his life.

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