#‘oh we have Spotify now so whatever you want’

[sturnsdarling]

‘never have I ever, shared a girl with my brother’

Matt and Chris’ best friend takes an innocent game of ‘never have I ever’ as her opportunity to ask the boys something she’s always wondered

vibe check: THREESOME (obviously no contact between matt and chris the fact that this even needs to be said is insane). dirty talk, softdom!mattandchris, matt the much, double penetration (no lube mentioned but PLEASE USE LUBE i'm so fr), throat fucking (chris receiving), fingering, squirting, titty play, hickies, cream pie, multiple orgasms (i lost count), they both nut inside her (kill me now), cute mini aftercare literally anything you can think of is in this fic dude i could go on forever

5.3k words of pure smut

A/N: the build up/foreplay to the actual smut is basically the scene from challengers because that scene actually changed my life. anyways if you see my search history say anything about how to manifest thought into reality through detailed story writing mind your business.

love and cigs, merc

There was a city wide power outage in LA, you were hanging out at the boys' house with Matt and Chris when suddenly, the TV turned off and the entire house was pitch black. At first you all freaked out, Chris spouting shit about how this is the night you all die and reeling off the game plan for when an intruder comes in, you and Matt were slightly more collected, Matt immediately checking his phone and confirming the power outage whilst you joked along with Chris about how you were going to fight this supposed intruder.

It had been about an hour, Matt had gone to Nicks room to get all his candles and put them on the living room floor, giving you guys some illumination in the dark. Chris was playing music from his phone, feeling grateful for spotify's offline option. You guys had exhausted every talking point, and even Chris was running out of things to say.

At some point between boredom and death, you suggested a game of never have I ever, and the boys reluctantly agreed. You weren't really playing properly because they didn't drink but, at least it was something.

"never have I ever, lost my virginity on a bench in Boston" Matt said, raising an eyebrow at Chris who rolled his eyes, punching his brothers shoulder.

"oh my god, I fuckin' forgot that thats how you lost it!" you laughed uncontrollably, keeling over into the rug on the floor.

"I dunno why you're laughing so much, kid, you've definitely done worse" Chris tutted at you.

"oh yeah? like what?" you said, playful confrontation in your voice.

"d'you remember when I had to come get you from that dudes house because you threw up on his dick?" Matt interrupted yours' and Chris' conversation.

Your eyes went wide and you nearly spat out the soda in your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter.

"I remember that! you had to climb out the bathroom window because you were too embarrassed to go back out" Chris was keeled over in laughter.

"we've all been there" You shrugged, owning your embarrassing mistake.

"no, kid, we haven't" Matt chuckled, looking to Chris who's face was scrunched up in a confused laugh.

"oh, come on? you're seriously telling me you've never had an embarrassing sexual encounter" you pressed.

"none involving vomit" Chris spoke through his laughter

"and none where I had to flee the scene by jumping out a window" Matt added to Chris' taunting.

"whatever, you guys are just boring, you're lucky you have me to keep you entertained with my embarrassing ass life" You rolled your eyes, pretending to be offended.

"to be fair, once I did accidentally punch a girl in the face whilst i was trying to fuck her" Chris said, trying to stifle his laughter.

"how the fuck did you manage that" You burst into hysterics.

"it was every dark and fumbly and I was still basically a virgin, okay? I apologised like fifty times and she still made me leave" Chris said, a boyish sulk taking over his body.

"dude that's not as bad as the time I was this close to a threesome with these girls, and I got so anxious that I told them my dog had just died and ran out half naked" Matt said, pinching his fingers together and huffing

"not my boy trev, thats so deep bro" Chris shook his head, acting disappointed in his brother.

Matt bringing up his near threesome experience made your ears perk up, and a question you had always wanted to ask came flooding back into your brain. You had been friends with the boys for a while and, had shared stories of all of your sexual escapades, some funny, some incredible and some awful, you were all totally open with each other.

But, your whole friendship, you'd always been curious as to whether they'd ever been offered a threesome, or taken someone up on one. You knew that girls would approach them both, but if one had more interest than the other, the other would back off and let his brother do his thing.

You uncrossed your legs, laying them out flat and placing one over the other as you leaned back on your palms, arching your back slightly as you looked between the boys.

"I have another never have I ever" You said, breaking their conversation.

They both looked to you at the same time, their breath hitching in their throat slightly at the sight of your chest being illuminated by the flicker of candle light.

"never have I ever...shared a girl with my brother" you said with complete nonchalance, looking back and forth between the boys.

Chris and Matt side eyed each other and looked back to you, mouths slightly agape at your forward question.

"like, fucked the same girl on different nights?" Chris asked, being the slightly braver of the two.

you shook your head, "like, fucked the same girl, at the same time" your voice was getting more and more seductive without even meaning to.

They looked at each other again, and then back to you, both slightly stunned, and slightly turned on by you even asking them that.

"we've been offered" Matt shrugged, "but we said no"

"why?" you said, sitting up straight now.

"cause I don't really wanna see my brothers face when I'm tryna cum" Chris laughed, looking to matt who made and agreeing face.

"interesting" you raised your brow quickly with a downwards smile

"why's that interesting?" Matt said, an air of seductive curiosity in his tone.

you shrugged, "I dunno, I jus' think you'd probably enjoy it", you pulled your legs into a criss cross under you, "you don't think the idea of fucking a girl who's so horny for you that she needs another version of you, is hot?" you tilted your head at them.

The boys were slightly stunned, they'd never thought about it like that before. Chris shifted where he sat, trying to ignore the blood rushing to his crotch as Matts eyes were trained on you, his tongue pressed to his cheek as you smiled at him smugly.

"well, when you put it like that, I guess it doesn't sound too bad" Chris said, letting his eyes wander over your frame.

"I've got one" Matt said abruptly, you and Chris looked to him, "never have I ever, offered my triplet best friends a threesome" Matt smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes and Chris attention shot straight to you, "I did not offer you a threesome-"

"yes, you did" Matt cut you off

"I simply asked if you'd ever had one" you shrugged, pretending to have no idea what he was talking about.

"yeah, and then proceeded to tell us exactly why we'd like it" Chris raised a brow at you, not realising he was edging closer to you on the floor.

"was I right?" you said, cocking a brow at Chris.

"yeah, you were" Matt answered for him.

Suddenly, the boys had come significantly closer to you, sitting in front of you like two siamese cats waiting for permission to do something. Your attention flitted between them periodically, the tension in the air thick with anticipation.

"so what then? would you say yes, knowing what you know now?" you said, trying to maintain your confidence

Matt smirked menacingly as Chris' brows dropped, pressing his tongue into the side of his teeth and looking to Matt. Matt side eyed him and they both returned their attentions to you.

"depends on who was askin" Chris said, eyes trained on yours.

"are you askin', pretty girl?" Matt muttered, his long fingers coming up to play with a strand of your hair.

The pet name made your stomach flutter, you don't think you'd ever been this turned on in your whole life, the sight of the boys' growing bulges from under their joggers making your mouth water as they both gawked at you, waiting for permission to fuck you exactly how they knew you wanted them to.

You didn't reply, only smiled as you leant forward, pressing your lips against Matts softly. He leaned into the kiss instantly, his hand coming to your face to pull you into him. The kiss was slow and somewhat soft, Matt asking for polite permission to press his tongue against yours with a gentle swipe over your bottom lip. You granted him access, and he pulled you in deeper to him with his hand on your jaw. He led the kiss with a gentle dominance that was slightly surprising from him. Chris watched with a slightly open mouth, watching as your tongue lapped and pressed over Matts, growing increasingly desperate to know what you felt like.

You broke the kiss with Matt, and immediately turned your attentions to Chris, kissing him with the same tenderness that you did Matt. Chris was a lot more feverish than his brother, his tongue entering your mouth instantly as his hand came to cup the under side of your chin. He bit at your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth before soothing the sting with a warm kiss.

You were reeling in the feeling of kissing them both, the differences between them being so apparent, and only serving to make you want to know how else they were different.

You broke the kiss with Chris and sat back with a content sigh, looking between the two of them as they gawked at you with puffy lips and hooded eyes. You smiled, pushing your hair back off your shoulders and letting it hang down your back, exposing your neck to them. The boys looked to each other and, in an instant, they were by your sides, mouths latched around your neck, pressing their tongues against the soft skin, trailing kisses down either side of your neck.

your whole body felt like it was on fire, the sensation of the two of them nipping at sucking at you neck making you whimper slightly. Matt trailed his kisses down your chest, pressing his warm tongue along the curve of your cleavage as it begged to be freed from your tight tank top.

Chris went in the opposite direction, moving his mouth up your jaw and capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as Matt slowly tugged at the hem of your top.

You pulled at the strap of your vest, letting it fall down your shoulder and giving Matt silent permission to free your tits from their confines. He complied, ripping your tank down with brute force, making your tits bounce free. He instantly latched his mouth around your nipple, biting down on the flesh and soothing the sting with a wet press of his tongue.

You moaned into Chris mouth, and his hand instinctively found the nape of your neck, collecting a handful of your hair and tugging on it, pulling your head back as he rose to his knees, not breaking the kiss.

"you like having us both kiss you like this, huh princess?" Chris said, smirking down at you with his lips brushing over yours.

"mhm" you nodded, your reply coming out in a whimper as Matt continued to work your nipple.

"she said it herself, Chris, she's so horny for us that just one isn't enough" Matt chuckled, palming your tit in his large hand, using his other to tease the hem of your joggers.

You flinched at the touch, a small shiver running down your spine at the sensation of Matts soft fingers teasing your skin.

"so responsive" Matt uttered, his attention focused on how your skin came up in goosebumps under his touch.

"come here, baby" Chris said as he shifted over to rest his back against the sofa, pulling you slightly by your hair.

You obeyed his orders, coming to rest in between his open legs, your back pressed to his. Matt turned to face you both, watching as Chris pried your legs open, raking his hands down the inside of your thighs at an agonising place, moving closer and closer to your throbbing pussy, but stopping before he reached you there.

You whined as Chris moved his hands round to the outside of your thighs, and Matt chuckled at your neediness.

"oh, come on, Chris, look how needy she is for it, just give her a little taste" Matt looked you up and down, his eyes hooded

"you want it, princess?" Chris muttered, his lips pressed to your ear as he hooked his fingers around the top of your joggers.

you nodded, head pressed against Chris' shoulder with your lip tucked between your teeth.

"words, pretty girl, we need words" Matt pushed, leaning forward and squeezing your thigh, inching his hand down your leg.

"yes, please, I want it" you whimpered, picking up your heavy head to look between the boys.

"want what, baby?" Chris said, a smirk wide on his lips as he nipped at your earlobe

"I want you both, I need you both to fuck me, please" you said, desperation thick in your voice.

With that, Chris pushed down your joggers as Matt assisted in lifting your hips up. Matt pulled them down, eyes trained on your covered pussy as sticky juices leaked from between the lace. You were soaked, and he couldn't help but reach forward to touch you.

"look, Chris, she's dripping for us" Matt said, pushing a finger up your covered folds, collecting your wetness on his finger, showing the glistening substance to Chris, who's mouth was once again latched around your neck.

Matt continued to tease your hole, getting down to eye level with your pussy as Chris continued to hold your legs wide open for his brother, your back arching into his chest as Chris sucked purple marks all over your neck, one hand in your hair, the other pressing bruises into your knee. Matts hands pushed you open further for him as he pressed his tongue flat against your throbbing pussy, you released a guttural moan at the sensation, your head rolling back on Chris' shoulder, giving him better access to your neck.

Matt wasted no time, he had had a taste of you and now he was hungry. He pulled your panties to the side and latched his mouth around your pussy, pressing his tongue into your hole as his nose brushed against your clit.

Chris pulled his hand out from your hair and began to palm your tit, still relentlessly attacking your neck with wet, warm kisses and soft bites.

The feeling of Chris working your tits as Matt lapped and sucked at your pussy was euphoric, the moans leaving you borderline pornographic as the boys' groaned at the sound of you whimpering for them. Matt brought a slender finger to your entrance, moving up your pussy to suck on your clit as he slipped his finger into your sopping hole with ease. Almost immediately, you clenched around him, and he inserted a second finger, curling them upwards as he coaxed your orgasm from you.

"that feel good, princess?" Chris muttered in your ear, "you sound so fuckin' pretty when you moan, y'know that?"

All you could do was moan in response, any sense of coherence being ripped from you by the second as Matt lapped at your pussy like a man starved. He was moaning, actually moaning with every clench around his fingers, drinking you in like you were his last meal.

Chris twisted and pinched at your nipples, his grip on your knee never wavering as he held you open for Matt. You turned your head, biting down on Chris' jaw and pressing your tongue against the stubble there, he chuckled, and captured your mouth in a feverish kiss, groaning as you bit down on his plump bottom lip. His hand raked down your inner thigh, pressing and squeezing bruises into the flesh as he pressed his tongue against yours.

Matt sucked on your clit, burying his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and grazing your g-spot with his long fingers. You broke the kiss with Chris with a pornographic moan, your hands flying to Matts hair to push him desperately into your pussy.

"i think that means keep going, Matt" Chris chuckled.

Matt looked up at you, your mouth agape and brows furrowed as he thrust his fingers deep inside your pussy over and over again, his tongue running circles around your puffy clit. You couldn't help but grind against Matts face, and he moaned at the feeling, using his free hand to hold your hip, near enough forcing you to grind against his tongue harder.

Chris pulled at your hair, making you look at him again and locking his mouth around yours, tongue aggressively pressing and pushing against yours as he returned his hand back to palm your tits.

You were a whimpering mess, moaning and crying into Chris mouth as Matt brought you over the edge with his tongue. You covered Matts mouth with your cum, shaking and convulsing above him as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. He unlatched his glistening mouth from yours and helped you ride out your orgasm, watching in awe as you bucked your shaking hips into his hand.

"look how pretty she is when she cums, Chris" Matt said, gaining Chris' attention

Chris broke the kiss and chuckled, watching as you shook against his chest, "the prettiest girl in the world" he muttered, raking his hand down your stomach and pressing the pads of his fingers against your pulsating clit.

You shifted against Chris, whimpering as you felt a wave of hot tingles rush over your body. Matt was curling his fingers inside you relentlessly, begging for more of you, and Chris was rubbing fast circles against your clit, using your own sticky juices as lube for his movements.

Your eyes where clenched shut, head heavy against Chris' shoulder as you bucked your hips into their hands, moaning relentlessly and unable to form a single thought. A second, fast approaching orgasm ripped through you, and you clenched hard around Matts fingers.

"please, please, please" you began to beg, unsure of what you were begging for as your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

You released a wave of juices over Matts hand, squirting up his arm as you lifted your hips, stuttering. Chris pushed you back down, chuckling as he watched you squirm.

When you finally began to come down from our high, the boys slowed their pace and Matt pulled his fingered from you, licking them clean and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue.

"you taste so good, pretty girl" Matt shook his head, pulling off his top with one swift movement.

Chris dipped his fingers in your pussy, inciting a small whimper from you, and pulled them out just as fast, wrapping his arm round you to taste you on his fingers.

"fuckin' delicious" Chris groaned, shifting you forward slightly so he could pull down his shorts, letting his leaking cock slap against his stomach.

You were completely spent already, mind reeling from the shattering orgasms you just experienced, but the sight of the boys undressing for you made you feel increasingly desperate. Chris situated you back against his chest, you were both planted on the sofa and he had lifted you up onto his lap, his cock pressed against your sensitive pussy. Chris pried your legs open once more just after Matt had removed your soaked panties, leaving you totally bare for them.

Chris began to tease your folds with his throbbing cock as Matt freed himself of the rest of his clothes.

"you think you can take us both, princess?" Chris muttered in your ear, his voice cracking with every pump of his cock.

"mhm" you nodded, eyes fluttering at the feeling of Chris teasing your folds with his tip, "I can take it"

"good girl" Matt smirked, coming closer to you and Chris as he pumped his hard length in his hand.

Matt and Chris locked eyes and Matt cocked his head, Chris lifted you up slightly and let his cock slip out the way of your entrance. Matt pressed his tip through your folds, a needy whimper falling from your lips as Chris began to rub slow circles around the entrance of your asshole, preparing you to take them both.

"you ready, beautiful?" Matt said, standing over you with his tip pressed into your folds.

"please, give it to me" you nodded desperately.

Matt smiled a prideful smirk and with your words, pushed his girthy cock inside you. You both moaned at the sensation, Matts hands finding the backs of your thighs as Chris held you open for him. Matt bottomed out inside you, brows knitted together at the tightness of your warm pussy around him.

The feeling of Matt stretching you out, coupled with the slow rubs of Chris' gentle fingers against your hole made you feel light headed, moaning uncontrollably as Chris pushed one, and then two fingers into your gaping hole, using your own wetness as lubrication to slip his long fingers in and out of you. The feeling was unusual, but definitely not bad, the warm touch of them both caressing you as Matt rutted into your seeping pussy at an agonising pace, of Chris fucking his fingers into your asshole, stretching you out perfectly, was genuinely blissful.

You had never felt anything like it, and just as you thought it couldn't get any better, Chris lifted you up slightly, causing Matts dick to slip out of you momentarily. He inched his fingers into your mouth, and teased your hole with his long cock.

"bite down on me, baby, it'll help with the sting" Chris cooed in your ear as he pressed his tip into your clenched hole.

As Chris pushed into you, Matt did the same, thrusting his cock back into your warm pussy. You did just as Chris said, biting down on his fingers as Matt and Chris stretched you out completely. You cried out a moan, the sting only adding to your euphoria as they both began to fuck your gaping holes.

You were completely full of them, being thrust into from every angle as Chris fucked up into your tight asshole, and Matt thrust down into your weeping pussy, Chris fingers in your mouth, and Matts hands pressing bruises into the backs of your thighs.

They were both moaning and muttering, praising nonsense, filling the air with low grunts that were nearly drowned out by the moans that left your throat.

"y'taking us so fuckin' well, pretty girl, so fuckin' well" Matt grunted, planting a hard slap on the back of your thigh, kneading the flesh with soothing touches just after.

"so fuckin' tight around me, baby, fuck, you feel so good" Chris groaned feverishly in your ear, biting down on your lobe as he picked up his pace, fucking into your hole with animalistic passion.

Their praises made your head spin, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your third orgasm of the night.

"m'gonna cum, please let me cum, i'm- i'm- i'm" you were rambling, unable to think straight as the boys continued to fuck your holes.

"cum, baby, cum for us" Matt grunted, pressing his thumb over your puffy clit and rubbing steady circles over it.

"show us how pretty you are when you cum, princess, show me again, I miss it" Chris muttered into your ear, pulling his fingers from your mouth and rubbing wet circles over your nipple.

Your orgasm ripped through you, leaving a white sticky ring all around Matts cock as it leaked from you and down onto Chris' balls. Neither of them stopped their pace, fucking you through your high as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your whole body shaking in white hot euphoria as they filled you up. You were borderline screaming at this point, moaning their names over and over again as your whole body tensed.

"so fuckin sexy" Matt grunted, rutting into you with gritted teeth.

Chris watched as your jaw hung slack, slowing his pace in your asshole and pressing a few long, slow and hard thrusts inside of you.

"I need t'know what that pretty mouth feels like" Chris said, pulling out of you. The sting of him removing himself from your gaping hole being soothed by the cool, wet juices of your sopping pussy.

Matt pulled out, earning a whimper from you at the complete emptiness you felt.

Before you could complain, you were thrown about the sofa, head hanging over the edge with your legs pressed against your chest and your mouth stuffed full.

Matt was pounding into you, holding your legs tight against your chest but just open enough so that he could see your tits bounce as he rutted into you.

Chris had his hands wrapped round your jaw, softly caressing your cheeks as he fucked your open throat.

"you're so good, baby, taking me down your pretty little throat like this as Matt abuses your perfect pussy" Chris cooed softly, watching as tears pricked at your eyes, gagging around his massive cock with every thrust.

You loved it, it was exactly what you wanted. The feeling of Matt rutting into you, stretching you out and hitting your g-spot as Chris pounded down into the back of your throat, looking at you like you were an angel as he made you gag around him, was perfect. You reached a hand down to your pussy, and began to rub fast circles over your clit. Matt near enough growled at the sight, fucking you harder than ever, the sting of his skin slapping against yours only serving to push you closer to the edge again.

"keep doin' that, princess, keep playin' with y'self for me, kay? don't you dare stop" Matt grunted, breathy moans escaping his mouth with every thrust into your clenching pussy.

"you gonna cum, beautiful? you like having your throat fucked so much you'll touch yourself over it?" Chris smirked down at you, his pace into your throat never wavering as he periodically threw his head back, thrusting deep into the back of your throat.

You attempted to nod around him, whimpering and moaning around his cock at the familiar tingly feeling creeping up your spine. Chris moaned your name as he bottomed out in your throat, hips stuttering slightly as he reluctantly pulled out and began to thrust in and out once more.

You were clenching hard around Matt, and he knew you were about to cum, uttering encouraging praises to you in hopes of seeing you cum again. "come on baby, gimme one more, y'so fuckin' perfect, such a good girl, jus' gimme one more"

Your pace on your clit began to falter and you came all over Matts dick, moaning around Chris' length as tears fell from your eyes. The feeling of you clenching so hard around him gave Matt the push he needed, and with a few hard and fast thrusts into your sensitive and spent pussy, he came inside you, fucking his cum into you as he rode out his high, pressing bruises into your thighs as his head hung low on his neck.

"fuck, oh my- fuck" Matt groaned, leaning down and biting down on the bone of your knee, trying to steady his bucking hips as they chased the feeling of your warm pussy leaking his own cum all over his cock.

Your whole body felt limp, you were completely fucked out, and yet, as Chris continued to fuck your throat, you found yourself almost sad at the emptiness you felt when Matt finally pulled out of your throbbing pussy.

"Chris, you gotta feel how fuckin' tight she is, dude" Matt sighed, shaking his head and resting back onto the soft couch to catch his breath.

Chris pulled out from the depths of your throat and gave you a warm smile from your hung position over the sofa. He walked round, grabbing your legs and spinning you round so your thighs were spread for him, ass nearly hanging off the edge of the sofa as Chris lined himself up with your spent hole.

"you think you can take just a lil' more, baby? you wanna let me cum inside you as well?" Chris caressed your thigh with one hand and pumped his cock with the other.

"yes, please, Chris, fill me up jus' like Matt did" you whimpered, spreading your thighs wider for him.

Chris smiled, "such a good girl" pressing gentle touches into your thighs as he pushed his cock deep into your aching hole.

Chris' eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling of your tight, warm pussy sucking him in like a vice, "Jesus, fuck" he moaned.

You whined at the stretch, not even close to recovered from the pounding Matt had given you. Tears pricked at your eyes once more and you moaned Chris' name, pressing a desperate hand into his chest.

Matt came up beside you, taking your jaw in his hand gently and pressing a tender kiss on your open mouth.

"you can take it, baby, be a good girl and take it" Matt said softly, caressing your hair as you nodded, eyes fluttery and lips parted.

Chris was fucking into you like he'd never felt a pussy like yours in his life. Every time he pulled out, he was sucked back in by your clenching walls, reeling in the way you felt stretched out around him. Your tits were bouncing with every thrust, and with your tongue pressed against Matts in a needy, sloppy, moan filled kiss, you didn't notice Chris' hips begin to stutter. His pace began to falter as he became a rambling mess, thrusting in and out of you, cursing and moaning your name as you moaned into Matts mouth at the feeling of him effortlessly fucking into your g-spot over and over again with his lengthy cock.

With a final hard few thrusts, Chris' mouth was latched around the curve of your neck, biting down on the muscle as he came inside you, filling you up for the second time that night. He fucked you through his high, pushing his cum deep inside your already cum soaked walls.

Matts hold on you was gentle and grounding, him only pulling away from kissing you when Chris mustered the strength to pull out of your perfect pussy.

Chris reached down to the floor and put on his shorts, throwing Matt his and slumping down on the sofa beside you. You were sandwiched between them, Matts head rested on your shoulder and Chris laying over your stomach, your legs hanging open over the edge of the sofa. They were both panting, tracing small circles on your skin as your whole body relaxed into the soft cushion of the sofa.

You were exhausted, completely spent and desperate for sleep as you felt the boys' cum leak out of your sore pussy.

Matt lifted his head up, hooking his finger under your jaw to make you look at him, "you okay, pretty girl?" he asked softly.

You nodded with fluttery eyes and a weak smile, your hand caressing Chris' soft curls as he laid in your lap.

Matt smiled at you, pressing a gentle kiss on your nose, "you wanna go have a nice warm bath and cuddle up in bed with me n'Chris?"

you nodded again, eyes fluttering closed as you hummed, unable to form a sentence.

The boys helped you up, Chris passed you his t-shirt and helped you put it on, telling you to go easy and let him do everything.

They walked you to the bathroom, Matt holding you against his chest as Chris ran the bath and helped you step in, both of them easing you down into the bubbly warm water.

You sighed at the relief of the warm water covering you, your eyes closing and head rolling back on its hinge for a moment.

Matt was sitting down by the side of the tub, his finger tips tracing soft circles on your shoulders as Chris sat on the counter top, sorting the perfect queue of songs to help you relax as much as possible.

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[tullipsoftheearth]

“I’m not sleeping over prank”

Ellie Williams x fem reader (established relationship)

AN: my first proper fic let me know if you guys like it :)

Friday night.

Otherwise known as: the weekly ritual where you and Ellie pretend to hate each other while sharing garlic knots and aggressively cuddling like codependent raccoons.

She was currently starfished across her bed, one sock on, flipping through your sketchbook like she had an arts degree instead of mild commitment issues.

She paused on a page. “You gave this frog a six-pack?”

You didn’t even look up. “He goes to the gym.”

Ellie blinked at it. “Okay, but like. Why is he hot.”

“Don’t sexualize the frog.”

“I’m not trying to. He’s just… objectively shredded.”

You rolled your eyes. “I fear you.”

She tossed the sketchbook onto your lap like it was cursed. “Anyway. What movie are we watching tonight? I want trauma.”

You shrugged. “Actually… I think I’m heading home tonight.”

Silence.

Not dramatic silence. Not slow build.

Immediate, soul-leaving-the-body silence.

Ellie sat up. “Wait. What.”

“I’m just gonna sleep in my bed tonight.”

More silence.

“…Why.”

You pretended to check your phone. “Dunno. Just feel like it.”

She blinked at you. “Are you breaking up with me.”

“Oh my god.”

“No, be honest. Is this, like, a soft-launch breakup??”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “I just want a solo night. Do a face mask. Read. Maybe trauma dump into my Notes app.”

Ellie looked personally attacked. “You can trauma dump here. That’s what I’m for. That’s literally half my personality.”

You shrugged. “I want to romanticize loneliness for a sec.”

She squinted. “Is this about the mac and cheese?”

“…What mac and cheese.”

She avoided eye contact. “Nothing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Ellie.”

“I may have microwaved the foil one. It sparked. I panicked and threw it in the sink.”

“You tried to drown it?”

“It felt right in the moment.”

You stared. “You owe me five packs of Mac and cheese and a new microwave.”

She scoffed. “This is deflection. You’re leaving me.”

You sighed dramatically. “I’m not—”

“No, you don’t get to gaslight me. It’s Friday. You sleep over on Fridays. It’s the law. You signed a girlfriend contract and everything.”

You were full-on grinning now. “There was no contract.”

“There was. It was verbal. And sealed with garlic knots and kisses.”

You finally let yourself laugh.

Ellie’s eyes narrowed. “Wait.”

You said nothing. Just smiled harder.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, flopping back onto the bed like you’d shot her. “You’re messing with me.”

“I was curious to see how unwell you’d get.”

“I spiraled,” she said, voice muffled into her hoodie. “I had a whole monologue ready. It was gonna be Oscar-worthy. I was about to sit dramatically on the floor and look out the window like a Victorian child.”

You leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You’re so dramatic for someone who acts like she doesn’t care about anything.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, but she turned her face toward yours like she wanted another kiss.

You gave her one. Just to be nice.

And also because you were wildly in love with her. But whatever. Not the point.

Ellie sighed. “You know this means war.”

You smiled against her skin. “Do your worst.”

“Oh, I will,” she said. “You’ll wake up one day and all your playlists will be replaced with Joe Rogan podcasts.”

You gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I’m petty and I have access to your Spotify.”

You pushed her off the bed. She dragged you down with her.

You both lay there, limbs tangled, absolutely not moving to go watch a movie.

“Can we still get pizza?” she asked, voice soft now.

“Obviously.”

“And you’ll stay the night?”

You nudged her side. “I was always staying the night.”

She exhaled. “Cool. Good. I’d pretend I didn’t care but I’d probably go sit in the dark and stare at the wall like I’m in an A24 film.”

You snorted.

That night, you stayed—of course you did—and she didn’t even try to steal the blanket. Which was her love language, really.

You didn’t say it out loud, but you kind of hoped every Friday stayed like this.

Weird. Warm. Dumb. Yours.

[hwaslayer]

[untitled] (khj) | one.

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⎾ SUMMARY: hongjoong hasn’t been worried about anyone besides himself for a long, long time. he’s spent years dodging the idea of responsibility by getting into trouble and late-night chaos and running from a broken family he has tried to keep tucked away in the past. when unexpected circumstances name him the sole guardian of his 15-year-old step brother, suhyun, hongjoong finds himself struggling to be the person his brother needs him to be especially because they’re strangers. throughout his journey of stepping up, healing and facing the past, he meets you— someone who also comes to see the best in him and sees him as more than just a lost cause.

⎾ PAIRING: kim hongjoong x f. reader

⎾ GENRE: (18+ - minors dni) badboy/fuckboy, strangers to lovers, found family/slice of life au | fluff, angst, eventual smut

⎾ WORD COUNT: 3.7k

⎾ CHAPTER WARNINGS/CONTENT: cussing, basic intros, setting the foundation for the fic lol, mentions of like... idk, being in a a friends with [some] benefits kind of situation?, club scene, alcohol consumption/intoxication, mentions of a physical and verbal altercation, police activity, mentions of being injured because of said fight, somewhat of a slow start for now hehe 🤭

Love.

That's how Seonghwa looks at you— like you hold all of the love in your arms, in your eyes; like every inch of your body was designed with most rarest form of love, to be loved, to give love. He looks at you like you are love, and he hasn't come to know any other form of it. Even if takes days, months, years, Seonghwa is willing to be patient and willing to wait because you are the most rarest form of love.

Though, you're not sure what made you so deserving of Seonghwa and his love. His care. His support. His patience. He treats you so gently, like you're his entire universe. He's everything you had ever wanted, had ever asked for.

Even now, as you lazily and groggily step out of your room to him sitting in your living room/dining area. Hair a mess, body all exhausted. Definitely not club ready.

"Sorry, were you still napping?" Seonghwa asks sweetly as he keeps his eyes on you.

"Time to wake the fuck up, sweetie!" You yawn and run your hand through your hair before rubbing at your nose. Seonghwa scrunches his own nose, pure adoration in his eyes as he watches you try and wake yourself up from the sleep you were so rudely waken up from— courtesy of your childhood bestfriend and other half, Kang Yeosang.

"Why are you guys here so early?"

"Early?" Yeosang cocks a brow up. "It's 9. We said we'd be at the club by 10 and you.. just woke up."

"Oh shit." You rub at your arms. "How about I just stay in bed and you two—" Yeosang has his hands on your shoulders and forces you to turn back into your room.

"Mingi will not have it so go get your little skirt and top on or whatever you planned to wear." Yeosang slides your closet door open, making you shove him away.

"He's gonna say that we don't always go out like this, you know?" Seonghwa adds as he leans against your door frame.

"Right, yes! He's right for once." Seonghwa glares at him as you pick out your outfit, forcing yourself to get ready even though your body is yearning for at least 5 more minutes of sleep.

You did agree as a group to head out for once to celebrate Mingi's big promotion, so it's not like you could back out and disappoint your friend. 

With that being said, even though you aren't entirely in the mood to dress up, you put on the cutest mini skirt and mesh top on in the bathroom— singing along to the songs Yeosang has playing on your TV's Spotify account in between taking shots and getting your makeup and hair together. You dance around and sing into your mic [makeup brush] while finishing the last touches, Seonghwa still having that same adoration in his eyes. 

It's cute, really. 

You two met during freshman year in college and ultimately got close through working in the Student Life Center as student ambassadors and tutors. That's also how you met Yunho, Mingi and Juniper. That's also how everybody gained this image of you two being the perfect couple over the past years. You would have thought that going into the real world, the adulting phase of your lives, things would have majorly died down—

It sure didn't.

In fact, it got worst. People pressing the idea of you two finally getting together and even getting married. Becoming one of those college sweetheart success stories that people love to hear about so badly. What's worst is the fact that you can find your own mother under this category. She was the biggest Seonghwa enthusiast, always pushing the fact that you should 'give the poor boy a chance because he cares so much.' You love Seonghwa, but you love Seonghwa as one of your dearest friends, first and foremost. He had always been kind, patient, supportive and caring but that was his nature. He never pressured you into anything despite all the talk, which you highly appreciate. But, you can't help but feel bad because you know he holds onto some kind of hope. Especially when he treats you so sweetly, like you're fragile and something he always has to keep safe. He doesn't always shy away from affection and showing you how he truly feels sometimes. And you're not gonna lie, Seonghwa was one of the most attractive people you have ever laid eyes on.

Maybe it's partially your fault that you let it happen and continue to let it happen. Letting small [especially drunk] makeout sessions happen, cuddling up against him, letting him hold your hand here and there; small, chaste kisses against the head, cheek, forehead. Never slept with the guy, but we'll leave it at that.

Maybe you should have done more to stop it. The whole friends with benefits kinda vibe you've got going on, but like, not really? Seonghwa knew it was the one way he could have you, a way to keep you close, so he deals.

Welp.

Who knows what the future holds, right? You say this now, but you could be headed into a future that does have Seonghwa in it as your partner. Or, it could be completely different and the complete opposite.

Who knows.

All you know is to live in the present and take things for what it is. Mainly focusing on your own happiness and growth. Focusing on the now;

Like where the fuck is your favorite lipgloss?

"Where's my lipgloss?" You toss your couch pillows aside, hands digging deep into the cracks of the couch to make sure it wasn't wedged in between [spoiler: it's not]. 

"Dude, why do we always run into something when we're in a rush? And it's always you!" Yeosang scolds you, peeking in between jars and containers on your kitchen counter.

"Is this it?" Seonghwa asks, coming out of your room with your favorite lip gloss in his hand. You gasp, running over to him with a smile on your face.

"Where'd you find it!"

"Underneath your nightstand."

"My lifesaver." You chuckle, Hwa's hand coming up to gently caress your chin.

"What to do with you?" He teases with a small smirk on his face.

"Seriously." Yeosang swings his keys around his finger. "So, can we go? Like, are you good or ..?"

"Yes." You playfully roll your eyes, shutting off your lights and grabbing your small black purse before heading out with the boys. The three of you step out of your in-law, one of your dads coming out to the porch to greet you while you continue to fiddle with your keypad and lock your door. Long story short— your biological father and your mom had divorced years ago. You had decided to stay with your dad being that your relationship with your mom wasn't the greatest [even until this very day]. Occasional visits would do, but even then, it served as a reminder as to why you made the decision to remain alongside your father. You feel as though it worked out because your mom got to travel, date around, and do all the things she had been dying to do post-divorce [maybe even during her marriage era]. During this time, dad found his boyfriend. Got married, moved into a new house across town and renovated your in-law so you would have your own space while still having a piece of home with you. Your mom had trouble with this for a long time, and quite frankly, you were upset that she was being selfish about it. You didn't talk to her for a good month or so until she started making the effort to reach out and slowly visit again. Make 'peace.' Stop causing unnecessary issues.

"Mhm." Your papa says as he slides the kitchen window open. "Hey to my handsome boys!" The two wave happily in response. "And what's the special occasion that's got miss thing looking like that?"

"Papa." You say, making him laugh while he holds a glass of water in his hand. "It's Mingi's celebration for his promotion and I'm being forced to go." You called your biological 'dad,' while your stepfather went by 'papa' to keep things simple, but meaningful and close to your heart. Over the years, Papa has been loving and supportive, and always so open, so sweet, so happy to share his culture with you. He loves to teach you new things, and he's the reason why you're able to change and shift your perspective especially when times get rough. He is patient, kind and absolutely perfect for you and your father.

"Forced?! He's your friend, if anything, you're going because you want to celebrate with him!" Yeosang bites back, making you squint and glare at him.

"If you squint, you'll see how they've got a knife held to my back."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, Y/N." Papa says, making you laugh.

"Yeah, jesus." Yeosang adds.

"Is dad showering?" Papa nods.

"He sure is. Running the hell out of that hot water." The three of you laugh. "I'll tell him you were heading out." 

"I won't be out super late."

"Enjoy yourself, sweetheart." Papa leans forward a bit. "And boys, you know I love and trust you both to death, and I say this all the time but I mean it with every bone in my body. Please stay safe out there and take care of my babygirl." He says with a look on his face that make both Yeosang and Seonghwa nod in agreement.

"Yes sir!" Yeosang salutes before the three of you are waving one last goodbye before walking through the side gate and out to his car. On your way out, you catch your neighbors also heading out— unusual for them at this time of night.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Kim!" You call out, with Yeosang and Seonghwa waving. Your neighbors were familiar with your friends since they were over often. They wave, Mrs. Kim looking exhausted next to her husband.

"Is everything okay?" Seonghwa asks.

"I've just got a migraine and chills, so we were going to go to the urgent care." Mrs. Kim says. "I was going to try to hold out until tomorrow, but it's killing me."

"I'm so sorry." You look at the time. "Where's Suhyun?"

"He's in his room. We told him we'd be right back and that he didn't need to tag along."

"Well, please be safe on your drive over. My dads are home if you need anything."

"Of course. Thank you." Mr. Kim nods. "You three be safe too, and enjoy your night." You all wave as they drive off.

"I didn't clean my car yet so—" Yeosang cheekily smiles when he pops open one of the back doors for you. "Ta-da! Enjoy sitting next to my gym clothes!"

"Kang Yeosang." You get comfortable sitting in the back seat even though you whine about it. "Can you at least pick up your empty water bottles?" You pick them up from the floor and gather them neatly onto the empty seat next to you— ontop of his pile of laundry.

"She's just like you." Yeosang mutters to Seonghwa.

"I mean she's right, you could at least do that."

"You both can walk to the club!" Yeosang makes a hard brake at the stop, causing you to brace yourself before you could crash into Seonghwa's seat.

"You have got to be joking!" You smack him upside the head. He laughs as he continues to drive off normally, the club located in central downtown about 30 minutes away. The ride is fairly calm, Seonghwa making sure to keep Yeo in check until he gets into the main area. He circles the streets for a bit until he's able to find street parking about two blocks away. 

It isn't too cold, or else you'd honestly be dreading the walk to and from. 

When Seonghwa hops out of the passenger seat, he swings your door open. He gives you a small smile and a tap on the nose, chewing his gum to keep him distracted from the breeze.

"You should wear this until we get inside." He sheds off his jacket and throws it over your shoulders.

"It's not too bad—"

"Still, don't want you getting sick."

"She'll survive." You pump-fake a punch when Yeosang responds, making him flinch and giggle. "Kidding!" You roll your eyes and shake your head.

"Are Mingi and them inside already?" Hwa nods.

"Yeah, they said to just tell the bouncer we're with him and they should let us in." You cling onto Seonghwa's arm as the three of you continue the journey down the blocks— the enormous line to get into the club coming in view. You walk past the groups waiting to pay their fees and get through the bouncers, happy you don't have to wait in that line since the wind is picking up. Seonghwa tells the bouncer that you're here with Mingi and he responds with a nod before stepping aside to let you inside the busy, chaotic club. It's almost instant when you spot Mingi's head at a table— holding a champagne bottle in his hand while he dances around with the bottle girls and the rest of your friends, familiar faces.

"Finally!" Juniper flashes her phone. "It's 10:30!"

"We're just a smidge late!" You hug her.

"You were napping, weren't you?"

"No?!"

"You didn't answer my texts."

"Okay, maybe? But, we're here now!"

"And you need to catch up! Let's go!" Mingi butts in, taking your hand to show you to the table where all the alcohol is laid out. You greet the rest of the group, Mingi leading another round of shots with everyone. You take another with Yeosang and Seonghwa alone, then Yunho and Juniper; the list goes on, the shots continue.

The world is spinning.

But, at a good level. Just enough. 

The DJ is really good tonight, and he's playing all the right hits. You dance around and enjoy yourself with your friends, mainly dancing along with the boys and Juniper. Giving Seonghwa some alone time in between getting pulled left and right. He doesn't drink much, but he's here to have a good time to celebrate Mingi with the group. So, he will take shot after shot. He'll let loose, he'll be a tad bit more flirtier with you.

The group doesn't always go out like this, you know?

You dance with Seonghwa for a bit before you grab some of the bottled water lying in a bucket of ice on the table. You hang out near the railing that separates your group from the main dance floor, eyeing the crowd. Seonghwa comes from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head before holding onto the rail on either side of you.

"Damn, it got really packed."

"Yeah, they're like sardines on the dance floor." You sigh. "Fuck. That's great timing."

"What's up?" He tilts his head to the side and looks at you.

"I need to head to the bathroom."

"Bathroom?" Seonghwa clarifies. "I'll walk you over."

"You sure? You don't have to." He nods.

"All good. Don't want you getting caught in the waves of people alone. Let's go." He holds your hand as he leads the way to the women's restroom. There's a line, but Hwa quickly reassures you with a nod that he'll wait nearby until you're able to break the seal and use the restroom properly.

Which, thank god for his patience, because it took damn near 10 minutes just for you to finally make it inside and be the next person to grab the next available stall as soon as it opens. Besides the girl and her friends occupying the large stall because one of them is sick, everything else is relatively clean for a club bathroom. You feel more comfortable having been able to relieve yourself, washing your hands and checking yourself out in the mirror before finding your way back to Seonghwa.

He's against the wall, cautiously watching the crowd with his hands in his pockets. His eyes meet yours and he gives you small smile. You reciprocate, looking up as you approach him.

"Feel better?" He brushes your hair back and you nod.

"Yeah." 

"Good." Seonghwa leads the way back to your friends at the VIP table. There's so many people that it's impossible to keep your hand laced with Seonghwa's; too many people trying to push through, move around. Hwa keeps turning to keep his eyes on you, your hands gripping the end of his shirt as much as possible while you navigate the sea of people. Suddenly, you feel a little suffocated, especially when you hear voices raising.

"The fuck did you say to me?" Is all you hear in the middle of the dance floor before the crowd is yelling for the two individuals to stop getting in each other's faces. "Get the fuck out of my face!" You continue to try to slip through the crowd unharmed, a little worried as you pass people with drinks in hand. Every time someone dances or moves too much, your anxiety just skyrockets believing you'd land right in the middle of an accident. Seonghwa continues to lead, and you're barely keeping up.

Passing through without damage does not last.

The crowd gets rowdier, waves of abrupt pushes and movements causes you to shift and bump into people, one individual damn near spill all of their drink on you.

"Oh my fucking god— excuse me!" You yell, arm and top slightly wet from their [now] close to half-full cocktail. Seonghwa's head whips back, his arm immediately coming around to block you after he pushes back. Another person's back bumps into Hwa's, causing him to push them away as well. He's lowkey getting irritated, ready to defend you with everything he's got.

"Back up." He groans, looking at the stranger next to him. The stranger glares at him, but is quick to forget when dude in front is calling for his attention with another push. Hwa steps to your side, guiding you out of the chaos before it can get worse. "You okay?" He tuts, grabbing a napkin from the table to help wipe you down.

"Yeah. What the hell is going on there?" You look at the crowd, a fight starting in the middle of it all— hence, the abrupt movements and rowdy yelling. There's two individuals going at it with each other; shoving, getting in each other's faces, punches thrown left and right.

It's messy.

And it doesn't die down, only gets worse, really. The bouncers are finally able to break them up, yelling that they need to leave the club immediately.

"Jesus, what was all of that for?"

"Drunk men being drunk men, I guess." Juniper shrugs, helping you wipe down the rest of your shirt. "Sorry you got mixed into that, bae." After Juniper and Hwa help you out, your friends trying to get back to the good vibes and good times.

But, the chaos definitely put a dent in that. 

You and your friends aren't dancing around as much, and towards the end, you all find yourselves standing around and talking to each other. The group doesn't stay for much longer after the fight breaks out— the fight lowkey killing the vibe and making you all realize it's almost too late to be surrounding yourselves with this mess. Mingi invites the group to eat at a nearby late-night diner, but you, Seonghwa and Yeosang agree to head home out of exhaustion. You bid your farewells, hugging your friends and giving them cheek-to-cheek kisses before gripping onto Yeosang's shirt as him and Hwa lead the way out of the club.

"Fuck, now it's cold." You shiver, causing Seonghwa to throw his jacket over your shoulders again.

"Better?" You nod.

"Thanks, Hwa." He smiles, but it quickly fades when you notice the police cars up ahead— officers hovering around while talking to two of the bouncers from the club. On the curb is one of the individuals— corner of his lip bleeding, brow bleeding. Small cut on his cheek. He's got his hands cuffed behind his back and he isn't doing anything but glaring at the police. He's doing good avoiding contact with anyone passing by, except, he manages to look at his surroundings the moment you three are making your way towards their direction.

"That's one of the guys who started the fight."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Bumped into him." 

"The hell are you looking at?" The stranger spits when he sees Seonghwa looking his way. He's got black hair framing his face, piercing eyes. Obviously got bite to him.

"Hey, be quiet!" The police officer says, making him scoff before remaining quiet. Head down, eyes glued back to the floor now.

"Can we get this over with? It's freezing."

"I said be quiet." Is the last thing you hear from the cop before you, Yeosang and Seonghwa have created enough distance. 

"What a way to end the night." Yeosang mutters, hands deep in his pockets. "You sure you two don't wanna eat?"

"I'm good. I just wanna get home." Yeosang nods. You finally make it back to the car, plopping into the back seat with Seonghwa's jacket still strung over your shoulders while Yeo kicks up the heat. You continue to look out the window, minding your own until Yeosang exits the highway and into your neighborhood. You see more cops down the street near the urgent care center that Mr. and Mrs. Kim went to, finding it odd that there's so much police presence tonight when it's relatively quiet.

"They're out and about tonight." Seonghwa says softly.

"Well, thank god we were still able to have our fun before it got crazy. And good thing you didn't get hurt in the crowd." Yeosang says, driving back to your place.

"Mmyeah." Is all you respond with, exhaustion hitting your bones quick. "Do you guys wanna just crash?" Seonghwa yawns.

"Sure, if you don't mind."

"And that means on the couch, buddy. Not in her bed."

"Kang Yeosang, really?" You say in a somewhat scolding manner. Seonghwa shakes his head and rolls his eyes, keeping his gaze out the window. Sooner or later, you arrive back home safely. Seonghwa already has a bag packed since he had initially planned on staying at Yeosang's. And, luckily for Yeo, he's left bits and pieces of his own clothes and toiletries in your space so he's got zero worries in the world.

When you step out of the car, you notice that Mr. and Mrs. Kim aren't back yet. You don't see their car out front, but you assume they might have just parked it inside the garage. You've learned they don't typically do that, but a one-off situation wasn't unusual. The lights are all off, so Suhyun must be asleep. 

They must all be asleep.

"Good?" Yeosang asks, looking at you.

"Just wondering if they got home okay."

"I'm sure they did." He gently pushes you on the back, making you swat him in return. "Please walk, I'm freezing." He whines, doing as you're told despite the weird feeling that's settling in your tummy.

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BETWEEN THE CITY & THE STARS - Part 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.

AN: All right, diving into some muddy waters here...

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Historical Epic

Song Inspo: “You Go to My Head” by Tony Bennett

Word Count: 6.5K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Angst, (technically cheating—it’s complicated), hurt/comfort, and smut.

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Part 3: A Moment

Dean sat with you in silence on the bus. While you were still beautiful in your black dress, hat, and veil, you didn’t have the vivacious spark in your eyes like you did back at the club. There, when he held you in his arms, he earned your breathless, giddy laugh by turning you too many times under his hand.

Now, you looked like you were in mourning. Maybe you were.

“You hungry?” he asked. 

You didn’t even raise your gaze as you picked at a stray seam on your dress.

“I don’t think I could eat anything,” you replied. 

As if on cue, the thought of food made your stomach percolate, uttering a rumble. You froze. Your eyes widened as you bit your lip in mortification, but you were unable to stop yourself from glancing at Dean.

He cocked a brow at the sound. Then, his lips twitched at a smile.

“I think I know a place,” he said.

You were blushing too hard to argue.

And so, you and Dean got off the bus early. You ended up sitting across from him at a steakhouse. It was nice and quiet. Softer piano music played, and you were perusing the menu, trying not to feel guilty about it.

You had to remind yourself that your husband was betraying your marriage in far worse ways than you right now, and in the grand scheme of things, this was nothing. Dean was just paying you a kindness by taking you out for dinner.  

“Get whatever you want,” he said, gesturing towards the menu in your hands. 

You gave him a measured look across the table. Sure, he could say that, but you still felt bad. He was a soldier no longer on a soldier’s salary.

So you tried to be discreet while you were eyeing the steak side of the menu. Seeing the state of these prices—more than a little outrageous, in your opinion—you turned to the other side. The server returned to your table shortly after.

“Are we ready to order?” he asked.

Dean gestured for you to go first. You once again glanced down at the tiny printed words next to the fancily scrawled prices, biting at your lower lip.

“I’ll have the roast chicken please,” you said.

Dean rose his brows at you. “You sure that’s what you want?”

“Sure. I’m happy with anything,” you said.

A smile played on his lips. “So you really want to have chicken at a steakhouse?”

His amusement was infectious. You couldn’t help but begin to smile too. He leaned in closer across the table, as if conspiringly.

“I’ll get you whatever you want, and I mean that,” he said. Then, adopting a more joking tone, “I may not have a job lined up yet, but I’m not penniless.”

Your smile fell. “Oh, Dean, I know that—” 

“Then order something good,” he said, raising his brows. “I dare ya.”

Your lips began to purse, trying not to succumb to the annoyingly charming gleam in his eyes.

“How about the Salisbury steak?” the server suggested. “It’s very popular right now.”

Dean looked to you for confirmation, again popping his brows in teasing askance. You offered a weary smile of defeat. 

He ordered two steaks with all the fixings.   

Dean was the more natural improvisor, but Sam had become just as good at finding the right role to play in situations like these. With Michael Milligan and his friends, that role was mostly himself: a bachelor, a businessman, but also being “the new guy in town,” looking for friends and a good time.

So Sam was wearing his newest suit and his best watch—a graduation present from his father—and had made sure he looked sharp before leaving the apartment tonight. Though he undid a couple of buttons on his dress shirt and ran a hand through his hair to tousle it up a little, making himself look casual enough to match these guys.

Seeing the shine on his wrist, Michael was generous enough to invite Sam along when they traveled behind the velvet curtain with Dolores Daye and the Cotton Club’s esteemed host, Brady Johnson.

Johnson. Sam recognized the name with an internal jolt. He’d seen it scrawled in Michael Milligan’s handwriting across several checks, dated between 1944 to 1945.

Brady Johnson had a crooked smile that was supposed to be charming as he led the group into a darker, cozier room. It smelled like the smoke of cigarettes and cigars, coupled with the faint must of perfume and cologne. There were a couple of pool tables, a fully stocked bar, and a big round table where he gestured for them all to sit.

Dolores took a seat right on Michael’s lap. There she gave the man a kiss that likely tickled his tonsils.

Sam pretended to be discreet when he looked away, but really, he was trying to sneak his little Canon camera out of his jacket. He stiffened to attention when Brady slapped a hand on his shoulder.

“What’re you drinkin’, Winchester?” he asked. “Scotch? Whiskey?”

“Aren’t those the same thing?” Sam said, injecting some good humor into his smile.

Brady thought about it, popped a brow, then levied a finger his way. “Damn it, when you’re right. You’re right. I’ll get ya both then.”

He reached out and touched Dolores’s side meaningfully, getting her to stop “greeting” Michael and detach from his face.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you get our guests something to drink, huh? Then you can go back to making Michael here feel comfortable,” Brady said, slapping a congenial hand on Michael’s back.

Dolores gave Brady an easy smile and practically hopped out of Michael’s lap with a graceful two-step. She caressed his face as she made her way around his back and away, heading towards the bar. Michael followed the careening path of her hand as she half-turned his head, and he shot her a wink. She giggled indulgently, making him smile.

Then he turned his attention to the game of poker at hand. One of the other men was dealing the cards. Sam glanced at his hand before he looked over at Michael. Specifically, Sam noticed the gold band on the man’s left ring finger.

Michael seemed to feel Sam’s eyes on him, and he followed the path of Sam’s gaze. Michael flexed his hand and tucked it into his pocket.

“So Sam, what’s your poison?” he asked.

“I’m a whiskey guy, I guess,” Sam said, glancing around the room. There was probably an exit out back, but otherwise, the place was secluded and well-contained. So far he didn’t notice any other back rooms, besides a door to what was probably a dressing room. Michael had probably gotten that tour a time or two.

“This is a nice place,” Sam remarked, offering Dolores a polite smile when she set down a fifth of scotch in front of him. She gave him a charming wink before she served Michael his whiskey on the rocks next.

“I don’t come here all that often,” Michael said, adding a quirking grin. “Just on payday.”

The men shared a chuckle. Sam’s gaze was a hint sharper.

“Well, the drinks are good. I imagine the company’s better,” he said, his brows raising slightly when Dolores passed by to serve one of the other men a drink. Michael cocked a finger at him, congenial, but still warning.

“Yep, she’s a sweet one, all right. Sweet for me,” he said, grinning.

Sam nodded in understanding.

“I get it. She’s happily occupied,” he said, though he casually gestured to Michael’s left hand when he used it to bring his drink up to his lips. “Sorry for your loss.”

Michael gave him a look of confusion while he sipped, but when he noticed Sam pointing at his wedding ring, he had to pause and clear his throat.

“Excuse me?” he said.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I assumed you were a widower,” Sam said. He quirked a smile and sipped at his own drink.

Michael hesitated. He rubbed at his left ring finger, over the shining band.

“Yeah, well, sometimes I forget that myself,” he said. His blue eyes dimmed. “It, uh…hasn’t been all that long since she passed.”

Sam almost shook his head. If the man was going to lie, he could at least put some effort into it. He was beginning to understand your pain even better than ever.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry,” Sam offered.

Michael smiled tightly. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“All right, we good?” Brady said, now that the cards were dealt. Dolores came back over to sit on Michael’s lap. Sam didn’t get out his camera just yet; the position was incriminating, but not hard proof of an affair. He’d have to wait for a better opportunity.

“Who’s betting first?” he asked.

After the meal, you realized you weren’t quite ready to go home, despite the late hour of the night. Picking up on your reluctance, Dean suggested taking a walk. You held onto his offered arm and led him a couple blocks away to Central Park. You guided him through the walkways you almost knew by heart, even in the shrouded dark of the night.

You were beginning to feel an odd prickle zip across your skin. Deep down, you knew you walked on a thin edge teetering between right and wrong.

He’s just being kind, you rationalized. You were battered enough inside to crave his kindness, more than you would’ve ever liked to admit.

“Thank you again for dinner,” you said, “and for staying out with me. I just…didn’t feel like going home to an empty apartment.”

Dean’s lips twitched up at one side, ruefully. “I kinda know what you mean. We could, uh…catch a picture show or something.”

“Oh no, Dean. It’s all right. Far too late for that,” you said, releasing his arm to wave a dismissive hand. Really, you just wanted to dispel the idea of him treating you to anything more tonight. By the way he was as dinner, you just knew that he wouldn’t allow you to pay for your own ticket to see a show. Nor did you want to eat into his pockets anymore. 

Your hands were gathered in front of you now as you walked, holding your purse. A cold rush of wind pushed at you both from behind. It popped up the collar of your winter coat. Dean fixed it for you, laying it back down above your shoulders. You murmured your thanks again as you felt the brush of his fingers across your back and shoulders.

Afterwards, he slid his hands back into his coat pockets. He looked up at the tall trees and nicely trimmed bushes, their little red flowers having opened up.

“This is the only part of the city worth seeing,” he remarked, knocking a small rock ahead of him with his foot.

You turned to him with a frown. “Come on, now. There are a lot of interesting things in the city. There’s the Statue of Liberty and Rockefeller Center, not to mention museums, restaurants, Radio City, plays, and movies too, remember?”

“Okay, aside from Radio City and a couple of old buildings, we’ve got all that back home too,” he said, with a cutting motion of his hand.

“Has Sam shown you everything? Or have you been exploring on your own?” you asked. The question was a bit deceptive though. In your mind, you were thinking of what Sam had told you…

He’s not usually wanting for company.

“On my own, for the most part,” Dean replied. “Sam’s been hard at work. A bit too busy for his hanger-on older brother.”

You looked over at him with furrowed brows. “Dean, I doubt he sees it that way.”

The man shook his head. “Look, I’m…I’m proud of him, don’t get me wrong. He’s trying to build something for himself, and that takes time and a lotta work. He’s created a life here. I’m just trying to catch up, I guess.”

You considered Dean for a moment. Like you, he seemed to be at a crossroads.

“What was it like for you two, growing up? You’re from Kansas, aren’t you?” you asked.

He nodded. He hesitated, but he surprised you by opening up a little, telling you more about his life before the war. It was always before and after. You knew it always would be.

You learned that his mother passed away when he was young, rather tragically due to an illness that came on suddenly and swiftly. He still remembered the deep blue of her eyes, her blonde hair. But most of all, he remembered her voice, kind and pretty when she sang to him until he fell asleep.

John, his father, had become a harder man after her death. Quieter, and stoic. Dean hardly remembered him without a glass of liquor in his hand after that. John had been a factory worker before he enlisted in the Navy. He died a decade later at Pearl Harbor, during the war.

That news came through with a military officer knocking at the front door of their family home. Dean answered it, and so that news hit him first. Afterwards, he had to sit his younger brother down and tell him.

That afternoon, both of them enlisted.

Dean told the story matter-of-factly, but you felt and saw the emotions hidden behind his eyes. You saw the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, both as an older brother, and as the eldest son. You had to quickly swipe away a tear before he turned your way. He offered a small smile.

“Ah…enough about all that. What about you?” he asked. “How’d you grow up?”

You took a steadying breath, and you told him.

“Well, I’m from a small town in South Dakota. Sioux Falls,” you said. “Mom’s a schoolteacher. Dad works in a steel mill, and my Uncle Bobby owns an automotive towing company there.”

“Well, that’s a decent job,” Dean said.

“Have you thought about what you want to do?” you asked. He nodded, and the two of you stopped to sit together on a bench in the park. You had a view of tall skyscrapers like Empire State in the distance, and the night sky above the arching trees.

“Yeah, a lot actually,” he said, carding a hand through his hair absently. “Like, uh, talking about cars, I’ve always liked them. The hum of a good engine. My dad could hear a car running from a block away, and he could tell you what was wrong with it, just by the sound of it.”

He punctuated his words with a sweeping gesture of his hand. You could imagine a road laid across the path of it, along with a rumbling car and his father’s perceptive, judging eye.

“Heh, matter of fact, we used to take his old Chevy apart, put it back together again,” said Dean, smiling a little. “I like working with my hands, I guess.”

You admired his hands as they rested casually in his lap. They were larger than yours, with long fingers. His hands look strong and capable like the rest of him, even though they were always considerate when they touched you.

“Then you should do something you like doing,” you said. “Fixing cars! That’s good, honest work you can make a living out of.”

Dean looked over at you. “You think so?”

You nodded your encouragement, smiling bright. “I know so. You might be a bit of a flirt, but you also look like someone who can accomplish whatever you set your mind to.”

When those words slipped free from your mouth, you realized how he might take that little accusation, let alone how overeager you sounded. Your gaze fell away from him as you felt your face getting warm in a blush.

Dean’s smile widened, showing teeth. “I’m a flirt, huh?”

“Well…” You bit the inside of your lip and tried your hardest not to look at him for a while. “At least you’re an honest one.”

Dean laughed freely at that. He wasn’t offended, just amused at the way you got embarrassed, even though you didn’t take it back just to save face.

He appreciated your support and the way you talked, straightforward and earnest. There was nothing frivolous about you. You meant every word you said, and you said it with conviction.

“Do you enjoy your work then?” he asked. You dimmed a little.

“Well, I’m a secretary. I work in an office,” you said, chuckling slightly. “Nothing exciting there.”

“You mean, compared to being an army nurse,” Dean pointed out.

You nodded begrudgingly. He saw through you too well.

“It was never boring,” you joked, even if it was a weak one.

A sigh escaped you. The truth was, you saw things on the battlefield that revived behind your eyelids every time you went to sleep. It kept you up some nights, and it made it incredibly difficult to sleep alone. Sometimes you’d craved Michael’s arms around you, even if he was too deep in sleep from being drunk the night before. Sometimes it was too hard to be alone all night in your bed, even if you wanted to be.

“That’s how Michael and I met,” you confessed. “I was trying to stitch him up after his plane was shot down. He was lucky to be alive, frankly. Had a nasty head wound. I also helped the doctor set his shoulder, horribly dislocated…”

You two fell in love in that one month you were stationed in the same town together, where France was falling apart. The combined forces of French, British, and American units were able to finally liberate Paris from being occupied. Michael was honorably discharged due to the wounds he’d sustained there.

The next time you and Michael had shore leave at the same time, you got married here in New York City: October 10, 1944.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you were my nurse,” Dean said, breaking you out of your thoughts. You sent him a wry, sidelong smile.

“You can’t help yourself from flirting, can you?” you quipped.

The way he waggled his brows made you laugh, and then duck your blushing face. He was too much.

“I’m serious though,” he claimed. One of his hands went to his right shoulder. “I’ve still got a twinge over here. Think I tore some kind of muscle from hauling ammunition, but it never really healed right.”

Your head tilted in concern. The nurse in you couldn’t help it. You turned to him more fully on the bench.

“That shoulder?” You pointed at his right one. Dean nodded. You got up and moved to his other side, and he made room for you on the bench.

“Can you peel back your jacket for me?” you asked.

“Not a problem,” he said, with a note of sensuous teasing in his voice that you chose to ignore. He revealed his white dress shirt, black waistcoat and brown leather suspenders. That was a familiar sight, but you tried to ignore the feeling of defined male muscle underneath your hands, instead focusing on finding the problem. You knew you struck it when Dean flinched, uttering a reflexive grunt of pain.

You murmured an apology, massaging the spot of muscle deep in the joint of his shoulder through his clothing. A fellow nurse with more experience in the medical field had taught you about each muscle in the body, and how to relieve tension around scar tissue. After a while, the stiffness in Dean’s frame began to relax. His neck lolled to one side as he groaned in relief.

Then he chuckled. “You some kind of miracle woman?”

“I might be,” you said. The corners of your mouth inched upwards. 

When he was fully relaxed, you stopped your ministrations and let your hands fall away from his shoulder. Dean stood up from the bench along with you, yanking his jacket back on. Soon it was the two of you standing together in near darkness.

“Thanks, sweetheart. Feels much better already,” he said. There was something warm, and a hint gentler in his voice. Even he realized it afterwards, not knowing quite how to feel about it…until you looked up at him with that smile. His heart thudded a bit harder in his chest.

“What should I charge for a miracle?” you asked.

Dean pretended to think, humming in consideration. He knew what he wanted to give you in exchange, but he settled for something more gentlemanly.

“How about you let me take you home?” he offered.

You nodded. “That works for me.”

You continued walking with Dean through the park back to the entrance, with only a few scattered lampposts and the stars above to light your path.

Once again, you and Dean made it to the front porch of your apartment building. Despite your better judgment, you invited him in for a night cap and a snack. To be fair, he would have a long way home. You just wanted to repay him at least a little bit for his kindness.

He followed you up the stairs to the second floor, Unit 21B. Inside was a modest, cozy living room, a hall leading to the kitchen, and further down, the bedroom. You poured two glasses of whiskey and sat beside him on the couch.

“Didn’t take you for a whiskey girl,” Dean remarked.

“Yes, well, it’s one of those nights, I guess,” you said. You didn’t quite smile as you took a small sip.

By now it was past midnight. You wondered if your husband didn’t intend to come home until the morning. It had happened before, but it still made you so very angry now that you’d seen it with your own eyes. You drowned out that sick feeling with more whiskey and conversation.

Within the hour, you and Dean had nearly polished off the bottle. You were more than a little tipsy.

You laughed a bit harder than you should’ve at Dean’s stories, but he liked the sound of your laughter and the way you were letting loose around him. It was the first time he’d seen you smile so much, and it was a good look on you. He was glad to be able to get that out of you.

“I almost missed my own birthday party when I was ten,” he said, laughing a little. He was spurred on by your infectious grin. “Sam and I, we got it into our heads to jump off the roof of the shed out back. See, I had a towel tied around my neck.”

“A cape,” you giggled.

Dean pointed a finger at you. “Exactly. So I can fly.”

You shook your head. “Naturally.” You could imagine him as a precocious child, with ruddy cheeks and small freckles spread across them.

“My brother had a ‘cape’ too, but he was a skinny kid at six years old. Small for his age for a long time, if you can believe it.”

“A-huh…” 

“Well, I jump off first, and I manage stick the landing, just shaking a little when my boots hit the ground,” Dean said, making a show of wobbling his legs a little. It looked odd while sitting on the couch, but you could imagine it so clearly, it made you smile harder.

“Sammy, not so much. Poor kid broke his arm,” he said.

Your smile dropped.

“No,” you gasped, a hand flying to your mouth. 

Dean nodded. “I had to take him to the clinic on my bike. He rode on my handlebars all the way there. We agreed not to say a word to our dad, you know, but of course, it’s kinda hard to hide sling.”

“What did he do?”

“He took one look at us, at me. Mom was fretting over Sam, and Dad just shook his head.”

“Was he mad?”

“Of course he was, but at least he never took it out on us. Not with his hands, at least. He cussed up a storm about us damn kids and had to walk it off.” Dean chuckled and swiped a hand through his hair. “That was some birthday.”

You erupted into more giggles. He smirked at you, but it slowly faded. 

“You know where I was on my last birthday?” he asked.

You sobered along with him, sensing his tone.

It took him a moment to continue. He didn’t know why he started to open his mouth about this. After he set foot in his house again after the war, he resolved to leave all that behind him, try not to think about it or talk about it, if he could help it. But after what you’d told him, he thought you might understand.

“I was in Eastern Europe. Knees deep in snow and blood in the Ardennes, caught somewhere between Belgium and uh…Luxemburg, they told us. The weather was sh…it was terrible,” he corrected himself before he caught himself saying something too vulgar. It had been a while since he’d had to watch his mouth around a lady, even though he had a feeling you’d heard it all in the crumbled depths of France.

“But it finally let up enough that we could start fighting back for real,” he continued. “It was grueling. A knockout, drag out dog fight in the worst cold I’d ever been through in my life…”

You listened to the rest of his story with rapt attention, your chin held in hand as you leaned against the back of the sofa. Not only did you like the sound of his deep voice washing over you, but you realized that he was trusting you with something; with a part of himself.

When his story was done, he seemed to be reliving it all in his mind. His gaze was far away. You rested a hand on his arm to let him know that you had listened, that you had heard him, and that he wasn’t alone. He’d taken his coat off long ago, so you felt the warmth of him under the fabric of his rolled up dress shirt.

Dean came back to himself. He looked at you and grasped your arm back in thanks. But that small connection slowly began to change into something else. His hand slid up your bare arm, over the black sleeve, and across the neckline of your dress. He leaned in closer.

He smelled good, of a woodsy cologne and of spicy whiskey. He was sporting a couple days’ worth of stubble, but as you took in his face, you realized that it looked good on him. You’d only ever been taken with clean-shaven men before. This man, however, was continuing to be a pleasant surprise.  

Dean cradled your cheek in his hand. You allowed him to draw even closer. You subconsciously leaned forward yourself, until his plush lips were one warm breath away from yours.

Dean held himself back though. He knew there were more things muddling your mind than the whiskey. But you held his hand to your cheek so he wouldn’t let you go just yet. You tried your best to blink back the sting of tears. 

“Please,” you whispered. You weren’t exactly sure what you were asking for. At the very least, you knew you couldn’t stomach another rejection. “At the risk of sounding entirely brazen…please, don’t kick me while I’m down.”

Dean sighed. His stomach twisted in both conflict and desire. He soothed his thumb across your soft cheek.  

“Sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to kiss you. Believe me,” he said. His voice was low with grit and tinged with longing. “But I gotta wonder if this is really what you want.”

Your mouth trembled. Your heart was battered and frayed, your mind spinning with this isn't right. And yet, you had a fire in your belly, familiar, though you hadn't felt it in so very long. It churned a heady blaze when you stared into his eyes. Something compelled you to reach out and touch his lips with gentle fingertips. 

“He doesn’t…touch me anymore,” you confessed, swallowing. “It used to be, whenever we passed each other in the house, it was a touch. A moment.” 

Your hand ghosted over Dean’s chin, down his neck, and shoulder, and down his chest over wrinkled fabric and buttons. He had to try and calm down his own breathing, the heavy patter of his own heart in response to your touch.

“Like I had an anchor, reminding me that I was loved, and that mine was appreciated,” you said. Your voice barely rose above a whisper. “But now it’s…it’s rushed. Everything is rushed, and distant, and forgetful. That’s if it happens at all. No matter how much I work at my job, and cook, and clean, and take care of him, it isn’t enough. He’s not the man I thought I knew. That’s what hurts the most.”

Dean’s heart clenched under your palm. He was angry for you. He was sad for you. But most of all, he was starting to hate the thought of you sharing the same bed with that man, being touched by him, and worst of all, him taking from you without satisfying you. 

“Rushed, huh?” Dean asked, his fingers curling to brush against your jawline. You nodded. He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, and he raised his brows. “Everything?” 

Your watery eyes met his as you bit your lip. You released it with a trembling breath. 

“Everything,” you said.

Dean couldn’t help but treat you gently, drying your tears and kissing your cheek. He hadn’t known you long, but he knew you didn’t deserve what you were going through. He saw that you weren’t just pretty. You weren’t just tenacious and headstrong. You had a soft heart behind that iron wall.

So he took your chin and guided you to his lips, and into his kiss. You inhaled in a sharp breath, but you soon melted into him with a faint moan. He cupped your cheek and kissed you again, this time a firmer touch.

You matched his intensity and gripped the front of his shirt for balance, especially as his hand began to slide down your arm and around your waist. He pressed at the small of your back, bringing you flush against his chest. You had no choice but to take his face in your hands and meet his seeking tongue with your own.

A groan sounded in the back of his throat at your eagerness. He pushed you down to the end of the couch, where you laid on a few throw pillows. There he found his way between your legs and took your heels off, one by one.

Then his touch was heavy and warm across your hip, running down your thigh. After a while, he veered away from your lips to kiss his way down your neck. It earned your shallowing breath. Your hands roamed his shoulders, slipping down his back as far as you could reach. You wanted to feel more of him.

And the feeling was mutual. His kisses blazed a path along your collarbone and between your breasts, dipping below the neckline of your dress. His hand came up to gently palm one of your breasts, thumbing at your nipple hardening under the fabric. You whimpered, clinging to him tighter.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, his own breathing labored as well.

“You are touching me,” you whispered.

“You know what I mean, baby,” he said. For a moment his usual grin took over his features, but he leaned up to steal a kiss, nice and slow. “Want to make you feel good. Give you something to remember me by.”

You found yourself nodding and uttering a broken moan. It almost didn’t matter to you what he meant. His hands and the weight of his body on top of you felt so very good, you would take whatever he wanted to give you.

Your breath hitched when you felt his hand slipping upwards along your inner thigh. His thumb brushed between your legs, across the dampened fabric of your underwear. You whimpered, nodding again.

Dean reassured you with a kiss. Then he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your pantyhose, along with the silk and lace covering you underneath. He slid them down carefully, as not to rip anything (even though he’d like nothing more).

When it all bunched around your ankles, you kicked the rest of it off. The wad of sheer fabric and satin panties fell across the coffee table, over the forgotten drinking glasses. You giggled against his lips. Dean smiled too, though he gently nipped your lower lip to keep your attention. Your fingers curled up into his hair, nails grazing his scalp. The sensation made a shudder run down his spine.

He decided to return the favor, now that he was able to feel your bare thigh under his hand. He stroked your skin while he waylaid you with deeper, sloppier kisses. But all the while, his hand slid higher, closer to your throbbing core.

Finally, his fingers brushed between your legs against the bare seam of your sex. You inhaled sharply against his mouth. “Dean…”

“I gotcha, sweetheart. Promise,” he said, just a whisper of his lips with yours.

Two of his fingers slipped inside you first. You were already wet and pulsing around them when they sunk into your heat. You whimpered in his ear, especially as his fingers began to explore you, working you open, and curling upward against the most sensitive of places within your inner walls. You cried out gratefully, clenching a hand in his hair. Your core was already beginning to flutter around his fingers.

“Hmm, right there, huh?” Dean said. His voice was a bit rough; his own desire was straining in his pants, begging to be touched, but he was focusing all his efforts on you. He wanted to see you come apart, hear you gasping his name like it was the only thing you were able to remember.

His thumb began to massage tight circles over that small, sensitive bud above your entrance. You moaned and writhed against his hand. Your voice in his ear was heaven, especially when he got what he wanted. A few more deliberate strokes deep inside, and you were gripping him tight, throbbing from the inside, and coming all over his hand. He felt the rush of wetness, but he still kept pulsing his fingers inside your quivering walls, drawing out your release.

You cried out his name and fairly trembled against him. Your lower belly clenched as another wave hit you, making your inner walls flutter tightly around his fingers again.

His heart was beating as fast as yours when it all finally subsided. You fell back against the pillows, gasping for breath. Dean raised his glistening fingers up to your mouth. You were shocked to see the evidence of your own release there.

He pressed the pads of his fingers to your lips. It was downright obscene, but you gave into the urge to slide your lips over his fingers, tasting yourself when you sucked around his digits.

Dean’s green eyes were dark with arousal and satisfaction as he watched you. Feeling your tongue around his fingers made him imagine another use for your pretty mouth, making his cock throb in the confines of his slacks. But for now, it was enough to see the remnants of your lipstick come off on his mostly clean fingers.

He licked off the rest from his fingers himself, then bowed his head to kiss you thoroughly. Your hands began to explore him, the expanse of his chest over his shirt, and traveling down, below the belt. Dean slowed the pace of things, grabbing one of your hands.

You frowned in confusion. “You don’t want me to return the favor?”

Dean groaned, and he chuckled. He pressed a kiss to your hand.

“I’d go for that in a heartbeat, I really would. But tonight’s about you, sweetheart,” he said.

What was more, he didn’t want to take advantage of you. You’d had quite a lot to drink. You both had.

But I want to do this right.

That thought stopped him for sure. It surprised him, even if it was the truth. He just didn’t want to examine it too closely just yet.

He swore you looked disappointed though. It was even more difficult to make his arousal subside. He took in a deep breath, clearing his throat as he shifted off of you. He helped you tug your dress back down your thighs and tried thinking of anything that might help him calm down.

Picturing that time he accidentally walked in on his father in the bath ultimately did the trick, accompanied by a small body shudder.

“Are you cold?” you asked, rubbing his arm.

“No, I’m just fine,” Dean replied. He gave you a smile and tucked a wily strand of hair behind your ear. “You feel okay?”

Your smile was more demure, almost shy. If he were a betting man, he’d say you were blushing.

“More than okay,” you murmured.

He chuckled and swiped his thumb across the apple of your warm cheek. 

With a more genuine smile, you leaned up and checked your watch resting on the coffee table. Your eyes widened.

“Michael could be coming home any moment,” you said.

The thought rekindled the wellspring Dean’s anger. His brows furrowed with a frown. He’d like to be here when Michael came home. Maybe Dean would get the chance to sort the man out, get one or two good hits in.

Instead, he let out a heavy breath. He got up and allowed you to walk him to the door, where he grabbed his coat and straightened up his clothes. He paused at the door when he glanced back at you.

You looked too damn much. Your lips kiss-swollen, your dress sleeves hanging further off your shoulders, your hair a tousled mess. He slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you back in for a kiss goodbye. You breathed in, then you melted into him, your fingers slipping through his hair. That kiss was everything.

However, like this night, it had to come to an end. You pulled away first, slowly. You touched his chin with gentle fingers.

“Go,” you whispered, “before I lose myself.”

Dean chuckled. “You took the words right outta my mouth, sweetheart.” 

He forced himself to break away from you and step out of the apartment. Releasing a sigh, you shut the door behind him.

AN: Okay, you're probably having mixed feelings lol. I don't blame you! Honestly, I'm not advocating cheating here (even if we think Michael deserves it). It's just an added layer of complexity to the story in this case. 😬 Get ready for more of that in Part 4, where we catch Sam's side of things...

Next Time:

“Well, you could say I’ve inherited a business of my own,” he said. “I run a meat packing plant down in the district.”

Sam’s attention piqued. There had been a meat rationing throughout the war, even some rumors and propaganda about “meatleggers,” black market operators.

“How’s it been with the rations?” Sam asked. “Been hard to even find a good carton of eggs lately.”

Michael gave him a slight smile. “Been on the turnaround, actually. I’ve been able to make some connections with vendors outside the city. A little grease on the palms makes a little go a long way, if you catch my drift.”

Sam slowly nodded. A little grease on the palms, huh?

“Do what you gotta do in the times, ‘s what I say,” Sam agreed.

Michael snorted. “Now you’re talkin’. That’s all we can do, you know. Try to make a thing work, with whatever scraps we get. Try to stay afloat.”

“Try to stay alive,” Sam rejoined.

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ೀ⋆ || Just your man driving over to protect you from a cat caller, he’d even break the law for you ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 

. ♬ ݁˖ || inspo song : spotify version & yt version ᯓ★ 

ᝰ.ᐟ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, acts of service, 1.5k word count •°. *࿐

To say your boyfriend was a bit protective… certainly turned out to be the biggest understatement of the century. 

You should’ve assumed from the moment you two started dating that he would be like this, whenever a man would so much as stare at you — a little too long for his liking — the blonde would quickly step in front of you, blocking their line of sight.

All while glaring absolute daggers at the onlooker.

He would never immediately tell you though, not wanting to interrupt whatever you were rambling on about.

Plus he knew it always made you feel uneasy, always clinging to his side whenever he muttered something along the lines of “fucking creep is starin’ at you” or “walk closer to me yeah?”

Because Katsuki Bakugo was never one to play about his woman. 

You smile at the familiar contact under ‘Blasty💥’ as your phone begins to buzz, already imagining an impatient man behind the screen, whose no doubt waiting for you to answer. 

So you do, continuing to walk down the streets under the night sky, holding the mobile device against your ears, not even having time to speak since he beats you to it. 

���Where are you hah?”

You giggle.

“Wow, not even a hello Katsuki?”

He grumbles through the speaker, the sound of a car door closing — of his Porsche no doubt — echoing in the background, meaning he must’ve already finished his patrol, already preparing to head home. 

Likely calling you in case you were nearby. 

“Yeah yeah, hi or whatever. Now answer the question, dumbass.”

You hum.

“I’m walking home right now, stopped by the store to grab us some dinner—”

“Tch, I told yur’ ass to stop doin’ that, I can cook dammit.”

You can hear the way his car engine switches on in an instant, soon buckling on his seat belt, clearly determined to pick you up.

This man sure is a force of nature, but deep down, a massive softie… well maybe only to you.

Your eyes soften.

“I know but you’ve been really busy this week, thought we could eat takeout and watch a movie or something.”

It’s silent for a moment, and it honestly made you wonder if he was genuinely upset, I mean… you suppose he does enjoy being in the kitchen — cooking amazing meals whenever given the opportunity.

You slow down your stride. 

“Oh I’m sorry Kats, I should’ve asked first—“

He scoffs.

“Stop apologizing nerd, I was just checking your location. Stay where you are, yeah? I’ll be there in 15.... and the food better be damn good.”

You couldn’t help the cheesy smile that formed on your face, finding his last few words so stinkin' cute as he attempts to reassure you.

Deciding to stand near an open diner, you continue filling in Katsuki about your day, unlike him — having a relatively calm job at one of the local shops around here — despite the blonde constantly reminding you that it’s okay to not work anymore.

Since you quote on quote “shouldn’t be paying for anything in the fucking first place” because you have him. 

You didn’t mind though, it helped you keep busy whenever he wasn’t around and a few extra dollars to your name couldn't hurt!

For the most part, it was a relatively peaceful night — for the most part.

Until something suddenly switched in the air, the feeling of someone watching, sent a wave of uneasiness through your veins, temporarily distracting you from Katsuki's voice on the line.

You look around, taking notice of a man sitting a few steps away in his car, shamelessly staring you down with a gaze that screams danger.

Unsure of what to do, you simply try to ignore it, in hopes he’ll eventually look away, but he didn’t, so in order to avoid any further interactions — you grab your bags, starting to search for another place to wait at. 

Already hearing disgusting comments the man was making about your appearance; an obnoxious cat caller per usual.

It was beyond discomforting.

And Katsuki being perceptive as he is, took notice of your sudden silence, his brows furrowing as he glanced at the phone on the dashboard.

“Oi, you still there?”

You jolt out of your spiraling thoughts, mustering up the best response you could say with a — very much phony — relaxed tone, not wanting to alarm the blonde.

“Hm? Oh yeah sorry… I was just—"

Though you should’ve known it was futile, this is Katsuki Bakugo we’re talking about, the 5th ranking pro hero that’s known for being a key strategist on the battlefield.

His fingers tighten against the steering wheel, all alarms going off in his head.

“What happened? Tell me.”

“It's nothing—“

The blondes jaw clenches, sharp crimson eyes peeking at your location once again, huffing with increasing annoyance. 

“Don’t lie to me dumbass, I can see you walking when I specifically told you to stay put. Plus I heard the way yur' breathing spiked up, anyone ever told you — you’re a horrible liar?”

You sigh with defeat, now standing in front of a local convenience store, anxiously looking around to make sure the guy didn’t follow close behind.

“Well… a guy was staring really hard from his car a few seconds ago, so I moved spots, but I don’t think he’s following me. He just wouldn’t look away ya' know?”

He mumbles incoherent curses through the phone, already stepping on the gas pedal with shimmering rage, his muscles tensing up at the nervous tone you horribly try to hide. 

"Did the bastard say anything to you?"

Your silence was all he needed.

He uses one hand to swiftly maneuver through the passing cars, moving from one lane to the next, accelerating as best as he could without causing danger to those around.

This would surely be in the media tomorrow, breaking news and headlines — Number 5, Pro Hero Dynamight causing mayhem on the freeway — the controversy will probably drop him a rank or two, but he didn't give a damn.

Not when an asshole is making you feel troubled.

“Go inside the store and if you see him approaching then tell the cashier okay? Just wait a little longer, don’t fucking hang up ya' hear?”

“Alright…”

You quickly make your way inside, aimlessly roaming the aisles of bagged chips and colorful candy wrappers, trying to take your mind off the whole incident.

And much to your disbelief, Katsuki makes it there in under 5 minutes, the time so absurd that you’re almost positive he drove past a few red lights at full speed, as if he’ll ever admit to that to you though. 

Instant relief floods your veins as you see him rush through the automatic doors, his chest slightly heaving — as if he ran straight out of his car — eyes snapping around each part of the relatively empty store for his gaze to eventually land on your figure.  

And he’s at your side before you could even blink.

His arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, making sure you’re unharmed and safely tucked against him.

While his other hand cups your cheek, the blonde's voice having a softer yet gruff undertone to it. 

“You okay, baby?”

You absolutely melt in his embrace.

Nuzzling into his palm, smiling up at him as your heart stammers with newfound affection, he almost never uses nicknames, or even is this touchy in public — yet he seems to have forgotten all about that in this very moment. 

“Mhm, 'm sorry I made you worry.”

He shakes his head, keeping his arm around your waist as he leads you outside, where his sleek black car is parked in all its glory. 

“I said to stop apologizing woman, and remind me to get you pepper spray when we get home, fucking creeps all over the damn city…”

You smile, standing on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss to his lips, unable to resist showing your savior some love. 

“Thank you for saving me Dynamight~”

He tenses up, clearly caught off guard, his cheeks flushing in a soft pink as he hesitantly opens the passenger door for you, taking the bags and avoiding your gaze entirely — he’s so cute. 

Such a rough exterior with a heart of a kitten; the blonde clears his throat. 

“Just get in already, stupid… and it's Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, say it right!"

"Oh my god Kats—"

You burst out in laughter, already hopping inside as he shuts the door behind you, moving to place the bags in the back seat.

And although he may not realize, you can see it through the side mirrors, a small smile on his face as he shuts the back door. 

Of course, you made sure to show him extra love when you two got home, cuddling up to him on the couch as you two snacked on their takeout, the man attempting to act aloof but his gentle eyes said another thing.

That protecting your smile was always his main priority, even over the world.

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[blingblong55]

What Would I do?-Simon "Ghost" Riley

A/N: I woke up, wrote this in the middle of the night, listened to my sleeping playlist and decided that you could need this, so...here you go. All the events aren't written in chronological order, but rather moments at random that lead to something...I won't spoil this part, so read it, babes. I know this isn't to the quality of the latest ones I've put out but just bare with me on this one, I had a lot of ideas! And you’re more than welcome to search the title on Spotify, it’s a good song that obviously matches this fic

-- F!Reader, established!relationship, fluff, boyfriend!simon --

Boyfriend, what a word for a man like him. Is it the sweetness of your touch? Could it be the way you are so gentle with him? Maybe it's the way he found himself driving to your place instead of his own after a long day of work. Whatever it is, the answer to all his problems is you. You, you, you, and lovely you. 

From the beginning, he told you he isn't a man that will ever be called a husband. You, of course–saddened by this comment–just nodded and accepted it. He always meant it because, with the life he's had, there is no way in hell he would want to add to his worries. Plus, he doesn't need love, doesn't need the companionship. It's just him and the stress he carries. 

Then, you came in. 

"Before we begin this, I won't ever marry you, I'm not sorry if you feel bad, it's just my decision." He states and since it's a fresh relationship, you nod, "I understand." 

From then on, he didn't need to remind you. It was always in the back of your head that no matter what, he'd stay a boyfriend. Even now, five years into a relationship. Living in separate places, and different friend groups, your love for him persists and you stay through the good and bad. Maybe it's because even if you'll never wear the wedding dress in your Pinterest board, you will have him, for however long he'll have you. Please, god let it be forever. 

--

"I can't sleep," you say over the phone. This is how it started. How after one year together, he finds himself driving to your place, you didn't ask for it but he won't let your insomnia ruin your day off. What is it about you that has him finding ways to make your life better? Could it be that you drove to pick him up one time from the airport? Maybe it's the way kissing you feels? No, that can't be. Is it that you understand him? Maybe. 

Whatever it is, he unlocks your front door with the spare key you gave him. As he approaches your room, he finds you listening to the song you said reminds you of him. What's this weird feeling in his chest? Why does this scene make him feel warm? Goosebumps, no, he never gets goosebumps. 

He pushes your door gently and you turn around. "Simon, hi," you immediately pause the song, hoping he didn't recognise it in time. But he did and that caused him to smile—oh silly girl. "Hi, lovie," his voice much softer now. Hesits down, wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your head. "What's in that pretty head of yours, hm?" he asks and at the same time, you find yourself to be more comfortable in his hold. 

"Everything," you mumble and that's when you hear that deep and soft chuckle of his.

Within five minutes, he finds himself lying in bed with you, holding a book he found on your nightstand. He looks down at you, your head resting on his chest, right where it belongs. 

As you close your eyes, that's when you hear it, he starts to read out loud. Usually, he would just lay in bed until you fell asleep. But not tonight, something told him to just read to you. Is it that maybe he wants you to be comfortable? Toprovide you what you provide for him? Whatever it is, it has got him here. His voice is soothing, it's calming in many ways. He doesn't understand it, no matter how many times you explain that you love it. 

--

"Lovie?" he calls out to you when he arrives at your place. This is the first time he calls you a pet name. It feels...odd but good to do this. He steps further into your place, the lights are dim, something he knows you love because it makes the rooms more "aesthetically pleasing to walk into". "Love?" he calls out and that's when panic sets in. 

You always answer, to the first time he calls your name. 

He rushes into your room, only to see you asleep. There is a moment when his gaze softens. It's almost comical how much he has changed. How much he has wanted to change. 

He was never like this with past partners, I mean he did like them and all but with you, he is trying and trying to understand all your creases, to become someone worthy of much more than that sweet smile you give him. So, he leans by the doorway to your bedroom and watches you sleep. 

How can someone be so beautiful at all times? How can you make him feel so...good? So safe and happy? God, he loves you. And as he watches you sleep, he feels his chest warm up, something odd and for a second it feels like he is getting a heart attack. But then he realises it.

He is in love...true love. 

--

"What's this?" he asks as one day he finds you, sitting by the dining table with a cake and a candle. 

"It's your birthday, and I know you don't celebrate but...maybe this can be a one-time thing," your voice soft and that's when he feels his chest tighten. He drops his bags, makes sure the door is locked and sits beside you. He pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around you. You light up a singular candle, holding the small cake to him. 

At this moment, when the only light comes from the candle and the kitchen hood lights, he can take his mask off and appreciate how you gently sing for him. This was the first time he celebrated his birthday, well...first time in over a decade where it felt good to do so.

When he blows the candles, his gaze shifts from the cake to you. You kiss his forehead and his brows furrow whilst his eyes close. God, this is home. "Happy birthday, Simon," you whisper as you set the cake down. 

Maybe heaven is real after all. His faithless prayers were answered and his angel arrived. 

--

Coughs, headaches and long naps.

Simon has been sick for three days so far and has possibly got the best nurse around. You.

"Eat–"

"I'm not hungry, y/n," he says but you give him that mum look. "Eat, Simon." you persist and he sighs, opening his mouth as you feed him a spoonful of soup. You smile as you watch him eat. It worries you that this is the first meal he actually accepts but you're also content about it. "S'good," he comments and you nod. Of course, it's good, you think. 

As you leave the room to get him some warm tea, he lays there, appreciating the past days. He wouldn't admit it but he loves this, loves to get pampered by you. It's the first time in so long that where feels cared for, like someone out there means all the little things they do to make him feel better. 

--

Dinner at your family's house. He is nervous even though he's been here before. This time he feels different, there is something in the air tonight. He holds your hand as you walk through the threshold. 

Greeting family members was always the longest part but if you enjoy it, so will he. 'God, this wasn't me before you came in, Y/N,' he says to himself. 

Sitting around the family room, your sibling's children run around and while you get carried away talking and gossiping with your siblings, he finds himself being the centre of attention to all the children. "Uncle Simon, I want to fly like a plane again!" one of the younger kids exclaimed. You look around and see him there, holding a child in his arms, the biggest smile on him as he watches the child giggle while he parades them around the room as if they were a plane. 

He puts the child down, looks over at you and his gaze softens. Your heart melts at this. He has never looked so perfect like right now. 

On the drive home, he holds your hand in his as he drives. 

There is something in the air. Something sweet that screams future life. He looks over at you for a second then back at the road. That's how he finds himself picturing you and him, moving in together, settling down and running around the house you both call home, chasing your children while he tries to fix the light in the kitchen. 

Domesticty is what he craves when it's just you two.

--

There came a time when he lay in bed with you, shirtless with only his boxers on as he laid his head on your chest. Hisarms lazily resting at your sides, bodies intertwined while he listens to your heartbeat. Your hand caresses his back while the other runs from his neck to his hair. He hums, slowly mumbling about his day. Maybe after all havingsomeone isn't the end of the world. 

He closes his eyes, taking in the comfort of your hold, the bedsheets and the safety he feels at this exact moment. 

--

Three days, that's how long it took for a mission to last before he calls you, mid-day for him, midnight for you. "My love, where are you?" he asks in a panic. "Home, why? Is everything okay?" you ask before he cuts you off. "I was taking a nap and dreamt that you died," he says, nearly out of breath. 

"Trust me, it will be hard to get rid of me, you've got me for at least thirty lifetimes," you say with a smile and he can hear it. He loves it when you distract him with witty comments. "I better have you for more than thirty, my love," he says at that moment, the nickname feels right. More than right. He wants to keep calling you that until his dying breath. 

--

It was a random evening. You were stuck figuring out some hobby of yours as he cooked dinner. And as he waits for the food to be done baking he leans on the counter and looks out the window. 

He thought about the one time he dodged a failed relationship with you. 

What if you hadn't sat down and talked it out? Would you be in another man's arms? Would you be giving them the kisses that belong to him? What if your cuddles belonged to another guy? 

Your laugh rings in his ears and he can't imagine you laughing at any other man's jokes but his. Who but you to laugh at his jokes, your hand on his shoulder or chest as your eyes crinkle at the corners like always? 

It hits him suddenly that all those years ago when he told you that he would never be someone's husband should have never been said. You know why. It is because he won't be someone's husband, not when in his mind he has been yours all along. Sure he doesn't have the official title but the nose kisses you give him, the ones where he pretends to hate them with a grumble are something. 

--

"There is something, something I lied about years ago when I met you." he begins. You're in his lap, surely it isn't to end this sweet love. "I find myself hating on what I said, hating that it's been a lie. I love you," his voice softens at those three words, he sighs and looks into your eyes. "I have no idea what my life looks like from the outside, but when I look at my future, there is one thing I see," he clears his throat. "You, I see you and me. I always thought of myself as the guy everyone forgets about, because he had three friends and that was it."

He takes your hand in his, "And then, you came along, and I see a life, I see myself in ways I never did before. Youchanged me, you make me want to keep coming home, coming to hold you, to show you I will never break my promise." His lips find your knuckles, "I have no fucking idea what life is after you because I don't want a life after you, I want my life to be spent here. I have no clue what or who I was before you came into my life. What would I do without? No clue but I know what to do with you now," he looks into your eyes and you see how much he means every word. 

"Just promise me this, stay with me." he gently gets up and your gaze shifts as now you look up at him. "Stay, because I am nothing but a lifeless soldier, looking for someone and I'm done looking, y/n, I found you and that's all I need now," he says. 

He gets down on one knee, "Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?" He asks, his gaze full of so much hope and in that moment, your heart races. Tears well up in your eyes and you nod. Speechless but with a huge grin, you nod. 

"Yes," you manage to say. You don't even notice the ring, but you feel him slide it onto your ring finger. He smiles, like a child on Christmas as he gets up and embraces you, making sure this isn't him creating an illusion. 

"Oh, my love," his voice muffled, face buried in your neck. "I love you so much and I will prove to you that this wasn't a mistake. I will make you the happiest woman alive," he says, pulling away and kissing you with conviction. 

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[purinminmin]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆ CHATBOX LOVE -> kenma kozume !!!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NEVER MET! by CMTEN , glitch gum

synopsis; in which kenma is sent into a spiral after seeing a familiar username cw: deff slight angst, discord type-love , usage of baby , erm exes trope , kenma crash out , unproofread + lowercase , implied f!reader but can be interpreted as gn!reader , idk if its ooc but prob eek,

"and even though it's been a week, i still think of your face"

already? wow, a week since you had ended things with kenma. to him, it felt like months. years, even, which was why he decided to stop counting the days.

so imagine his surprise when he had randomly matched up with you in roblox.

he swears it was you, had all the the same numbers in your user, all the same accessories in your avatar.

he just had to type in the chatbox, he didn't care how desperate he sounded, he wants you back:

kod5uken : [baby? baby thats u right? its kenma]

skibidi1234 : [uhhh no sorry dude idk you]

ah. and then skibidi1234 left, probably weirded out. damn it, he was hallucinating now. on top of that, he was stupid enough to say his real name online.

he left the game himself too, closing roblox in a rage. he wanted to sleep, but his puffy eyes and stuffy nose made it hard to do so.

─── ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ───

barbie : [kenma we need to talk ]

kennie : [what is it]

barbie : [lets break up]

kennie : [oh]

kennie : [okay]

barbie : [im sorry, i cant juggle you and studies]

─── ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ───

that was the last he's heard from you because you've blocked him on everything. hell, you even blocked him on spotify. he should've listened when everyone told him e-dating was going to ruin him.

but how could he resist? he had fallen in love with you already. you were his perfect partner; games with him (somewhat bad, but you both managed), funny, attractive, his type. it's just unfortunate that you had to live miles away from him.

kenma's done sooo much impulsive things just for you: blew all his money on the latest 2-player game from steam so he could play with you, vc'ed until the latest hours of night just so he could keep talking to you, he even skipped some volleyball practices so he could come home earlier just to see you in a video chat.

ugh, he can't count all the times he's lost his dignity either. he had called you "his barbie" and he called himself ken. oh god, that was probably one of the cringiest things he's said in his life.

and don't even remind him about online karaoke, god knows how much screen records you have of his voice breaking mid-song.

speaking of records, he can't bear to delete all the adorable pictures you sent while updating him about your day. he's always liked seeing what weird and interesting things you've done. but worst of all, he's kept screenshots of every loving and tender message from you that had flustered him (spoiler alert: anything you said made his ears red.)

he opened the album he had moved the screenshots to, scrolling through it until his eyes settled on a certain one:

─── ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ───

barbie : [baby u live in japan right?]

kennie : [mhm]

barbie : [nice]

barbie : [just wait, im gonna buy tickets to fly there soon]

kennie : [ur crazy]

barbie : [sure yes whatever... i luv u ken :P]

kennie : [i love you too]

─── ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ───

oh, dear. he can feel tears running down his cheek again. yep, there it was. his recently cleared sinus was blocking up again. damn it, he thought, as he wrapped himself tighter in the sheet. he can't even enjoy playing his games anymore.

kenma still misses you, from the very day you left him. you were his perfect partner, even though you had heartlessly shattered his heart and he would probably never entrust someone with it.

you know what, he'll never respond to some random dm ever again.

unless it was from you, of course.

"it'd be better if we had just never met"

a/n: was a request from two of my dearest friends who suprisingly are kenma luvrs LOL hi guys @rahhhr @terrariumaura also this was a nod to his 2020-self ik this was so cliche and someone has probably done this but i hoped you like my own (short) spin on it guys do uu know the genius that thought of their chat names BECAUSE BECAUSE THE SONG GOES LIKE "REMEMBER WHEN I CALLED YOU MY BARBIE AND I WAS KEN" IT FITS SO WELL BECAUSE KEN-MA okay bye

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Don't Kill My Vibe

Title: Don’t Kill My Vibe

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Warnings: mention of a breakup, recreational drug use (marijuana), friends-to-lovers trope, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

A/N: This is an AU where Clark Kent is not superpowered and Superman does not exist. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Cover Art by me

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It wasn’t the first time Clark asked to try some bud, but it was the most pathetic. His gorgeous blue eyes were puffy from crying over that woman. As much as you wanted to say, “I told you so," you didn’t want him to feel any worse about the failed relationship with his reporter beau, Lois Lane.

And yet again, you think to yourself, ‘Fuck Lois Lane’.

When he showed up at your place an hour ago in sweatpants, sneakers, and a button-up pullover, you were surprised to see he opted for something other than his normal flannel and jeans. His hair was mussed, and he avoided eye contact with you. Something was wrong.

You dragged him into your apartment, turning down your Spotify playlist on the Bluetooth speakers so you could talk over the mellow tunes. While you flopped down on your couch, Clark sat down slowly and sighed.

You were already elevated, having taken a couple of puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your “I’m not high” face and nod enough, saying “Oh wow” occasionally. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devil’s dick, and Clark wasn’t stupid.

His eyes looked from yours to the tray on the coffee table that held your various assortments of smoking apparatus, grinder, lighter, and stash box. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, he motioned his chin toward everything and said, “I know you’ve said no a million times, but I could use an escape. And before you say no again, know I’ve tried all the tricks in the book to get over somebody, and nothing is working.” 

“I have a feeling there’s another thing you haven’t tried either, but whatever,” you rattled on, waving off his confused expression. “Fine. It should be illegal for you to use those puppy eyes when asking me for something, by the way.”

So here you are, preparing a strawberry cone for you and Clark to share. You were always weird about people using your favorite bowl. You also figure that for a first-timer, it would be the easiest for him to start with. Twisting the end after filling the cone, you reach for the lighter and ashtray.

“First things first,” you purr, using your phone to turn the music up. “Now, watch what I do. I’m going to draw the smoke into my mouth and then hold it for a few seconds, or as long as I can, before blowing it back out. Ready?”

Clark nods as he turns toward you, tucking one leg under the other. Now that you have his full attention, you suddenly feel flustered. Casting your eyes downward, you take the cone into your mouth and light the end. You inhale deeply and take it out of your mouth. Savoring the citrus flavor of the strain, your tongue licks your lips, and you exhale. 

You close your eyes and take a few breaths. After a moment, you hear Clark’s voice breaking through your haze: “Everything good?”

Your eyes pop open, and just like nothing happened, you perk up. Handing him the cone, you blink as he holds it like someone who has never smoked. You’ve known Clark long enough that you have a suspicion that is probably true for him. 

He’s polite, almost to a fault. He screams Boy Scout, altar boy, and ‘promise ring’ all at the same time. What can you say? Clark was a good boy. And you were getting him high. You little devil! 

Clark takes a short pull from the pink-colored joint and manages to hold it for about two seconds, then attempts to exhale. A small plume escapes his mouth, he inhales sharply and has a coughing fit. You take the joint back before he drops it and sit it in the ashtray.

Rubbing his back, you try to talk him through catching his breath. You grab your water bottle and hold the straw to his mouth when he nods his thanks. He sips the water, then clears his throat loudly, burping up a bit of smoke. He laughs quickly as he sees it exit his mouth, reminding you of a little surprised dragon.

“That was fun,” he sputters, his voice deeper than usual.

“It gets easier, Clark. Trust me, coughing is normal. And most of the time, coughing gets you higher,” you laugh, picking up the joint to take another hit.

You inhale, exhaling into the air, and hold it out for Clark to take again. He sips from your water bottle and gives it to you in exchange for the joint.

Holding it between two fingers, he brings it to his lips. You watch his mouth curl around the tip, and your brain conjures up the vision of what else that boy’s mouth can do. He takes the joint out of his mouth, holding his breath for a few seconds, then blows it out slowly. He gives it back to you and leans back against the couch.

“I don’t think I feel any different yet. How long does it take to kick in?” he asks, crossing his arms and pouting.

It being his first time, he is completely unaware that he is already high. His body language is different; Clark Kent doesn’t slouch even a little. He also certainly doesn’t fidget; his hands suddenly become very interested in the material of his pullover.

“You’ll feel it sooner than you think,” you mumble, the joint between your lips as you speak.

Twenty minutes later, Clark tells you exactly what the last straw was that ended his relationship with Lois. He pauses to take a hit, handing it back to you as he exhales. “But it was always whatever she wanted. I treat her like a queen. And she goes and blows Jimmy-fucking-Olsen. Then she lies about it after Jimmy comes clean to me. I…,” he trails off, looking over at you and shaking his head as he laughs.

“What?” you question when you realize he stops talking.

“Nothing. I just… I think I’m high,” he giggles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling when he smiles at you.

“Besides being high, can you describe how you feel?” You press, wanting to know just how high he is.

“I feel lighter. Clear…er? Is it clearer or more clear? Whatever. I think I also just figured out how I want to finish that article on The Wayne Foundation,” he explains, leaning back so he is lying on his back with his head on your lap. “Is this ok? Your lap looked so comfortable,” he wonders aloud, looking up at you.

That’s when you realize three fundamental truths at the same time. 

1. Clark is single. 

2. Clark is literally in your lap.

3. The crush you have on Clark is swiftly turning into lustful infatuation.

Bringing yourself back to the present, you smile at him and say, “Yeah, of course it’s ok.” You focus on the heat radiating from your best friend as he makes himself comfortable so close to your thirsty pussy. 

“You are the best,” he replies, closing his eyes as your hand finds its way into his curls.

“This cool?” you dare, hoping that you can continue to push the boundary between friendship and something more.

As if the groan from the back of his throat wasn’t enough, he voices his satisfaction. “More than cool. I love having my hair played with. Feel free to go to town on me.”

Oh, the importance of phrasing.

This man is not going to make it easy on you.

You’re explaining to Clark about that episode of Bob’s Burgers where Bob and Linda accidentally get high after eating cookies laced with marijuana at their accountant’s office. “So, anyway. Bob, Linda, and the accountant build a pillow fort from the cushions on his couch, and somehow it makes them feel safer which I get because pillow forts were the height of safety when we were kids. And sometimes, people feel safer thinking about the simplicity of their childhood,” you rattle on, leaning forward to grab your water bottle and forgetting about Clark’s head, which is still very much in your lap.

An oomph is spoken into your boobs, and you shoot straight up to a standing position and knock Clark off your lap and onto the floor. 

“Shit!” he cries from his spot on the floor.

“Fuck, Clark! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” You cringe, your hand touching your forehead as you watch him pull himself up.

“Hey, hey. It’s cool, I’m fine,” he reassures, his hand grabbing yours to take it away from your face. With the other hand, he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Tilting your head up, he smiles and counters, “Are you ok?”

Yeah. Fine. My tits were just thrust into your face for a bit there. Oh, and you have no idea that I like you. And that pesky curl is falling into your pretty eyes again. And your handsome face is close enough to-

One second, you’re staring at his smile; the next second, you’re attacking his mouth with yours. His lips are just as pillowy and soft as they look. At first, the kiss is timid. Surprise gives way to need as he deepens the kiss. His tongue seeks solace as it slides against the seam of your lips. Granting him entry, he licks into your mouth like an explorer discovering new lands. 

His hands find their way to your hips, bringing you impossibly close. He feasts on every whimper that leaves you, peppering in some moans of his own. This is the kiss of a man waiting for a moment like this. At least, that’s how it feels.

Begrudgingly, you slowly break away from Clark. His kiss-swollen pink lips beg to be reunited with yours, but you must prove this is real. You look up into his dilated eyes, noting how blue is almost completely taken over by black. 

You open your mouth to speak, but Clark beats you to it.

“Unless you are about to tell me you don’t want this, please just kiss me again,” he breathes, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t know what’s more intoxicating. This drug or having you so close to me.”

Instead of worrying about what this means, you throw caution to the wind. Tilting your head, you slot your lips with his, devouring the subtle whimper that escapes him. From nervous to commanding, you feel Clark’s demeanor change as his hands wander over your body.

He picks you up by the waist, your legs instinctually wrapping around him. With you in his arms, he walks blindly to your bedroom. Once he lays you down, he covers your body with his. The hard length against your mound gives you pause, but you quickly recover as you angle your hips to meet his.

Clark breaks the kiss to sit up and remove his pullover and shirt. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he watches you scan his torso while you bite your lip. Leaning down, he tugs at the hem of your shirt, wanting you to get rid of it. 

You oblige, now topless in front of your best friend for the first time. You don’t have time to freak out over that information because Clark hooks his fingers in your leggings, his eyes begging for permission. You raise your hips, and he pulls them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You sit up as he chucks his sweatpants, his heavy erection now visible. Your first thought is, “Now that is a pretty dick.”

“Thank you,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You wonder aloud, already knowing the answer.

Clark smiles, nodding at you before coaxing you to lay back. He sinks between your legs, holding them open to kiss your thighs. He teases you a bit, licking and nipping at your mound and outer labia until you wiggle your hips and whine. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Patience, please,” he cautions, shaking his head at you. He winks at you, diving fully into your snatch and sucking your clit between his lips. 

You throw your head back in ecstasy as his tongue slides over your swollen button. Humming while sucking on your nub is a fucking power move, and your hands tangle in his hair. You dig your heels into his back as he laps up the juices that accumulate at your entrance. Looking down at him as he worships at the altar of your body, you are taken aback as he peeks up at you over your mound.

With your eyes locked on each other, he watches as he tips you right over the edge. He groans into your pussy, his mouth and chin soaked, as your walls contract around nothing. The euphoria of being high mixes with the joy of being with someone new for the first time.

But this isn’t just anybody; this was your best friend. Warmth and comfort exist between you, allowing you to feel safe enough to fall and that Clark will catch you.

You come down as he plants a kiss on your mound, grazing his lips up your tummy. When he is back above your face, he runs the tip of his dick across your wet folds. He maintains eye contact while he slides in for the first time. 

Once he is fully seated inside you, he lets you adjust to his size before he withdraws slightly and thrusts forward. The wet squelch of your pussy and the smack of your bodies against one another are music to your ears. Clark’s grunts as he fucks into you only fuel your impending second climax.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Too good. Not going to last long,” he warns, sitting up on his knees as his hands go to your waist. Throwing his head back, he growls and picks up the pace, using your body like his personal fucktoy.

Your back arches as he repeatedly hits that hidden bundle of nerves. A searing fire erupts in your belly as your cunt clamps down on his dick, spasming and coating it with your cream.

“Good girl! That’s it. Fucking come for me, just like that,” he encourages. “Oh, shit. I’m right fucking behind you. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck.”

You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him right where he is as his dick spasms and fills you to the brim. Your hands smooth down his big chest, feeling the muscles ripple as he comes down from what is probably the most intense orgasm he has ever felt. He stills soon enough, breathing back to normal as his softening length slips from you.

Flopping down next to you, Clark wraps an arm around you. You curl into his side, an arm across his stomach, and a leg thrown over his. Contented silence fills the room as you both take in this unforeseen turn of events.

Clark’s hand makes idle patterns on your back as you lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You close your eyes for only a moment, missing Clark smiling at you. He gives you a quick peck on the top of your head, causing you to tilt your head to meet his eyes.

“You hungry?” you guess, feeling a bit peckish yourself.

“Yes!” he exclaims.

“Good. I know a great place down the street that makes the best samosas. Does Indian food sound good?” you ask, already tasting the rich spices of the food.

“Sounds perfect,” he says, picking up his arm to let you get up from the bed to grab your phone, watching your hips sway as you walk out to the other room.

Once back in bed, you order various dishes for the both of you. While you wait for the food, you pass a joint back and forth and steal a kiss or two. You decide there is plenty of time for you and Clark to talk. There is no use in killing the vibe for heavy stuff.

With the way Clark is looking at you, there’s not much to talk about anyway. 

🍃The End🍃

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♬⋆.˚ track 01: get a guitar!

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itoshi rin, oddly, is restless today. after last night, or technically this morning, he should have been at least a little bit tired or sleepy, but he was pacing around his room like he’d drank three shots of espresso already. you’ve been occupying a corner of his mind like a trendy pop song, chorus so catchy that he can’t not think about you. great, he was already comparing you to music. again. even though he swore he quit.

then the melodic chime of his doorbell sounds, and rin is running down the stairs towards his front door. 

“good morning!” you greet him with a bright smile. itoshi rin isn’t used to someone greeting him like this in the morning, as if they actually wanted to see him. but here you were.

“morning,” he replies, wondering if he sounds too stiff. if you find him awkward, you don’t show it. 

“i never got your name yesterday,” you say, looking at him quizzically. 

i'm so stupid. “itoshi rin. but please just call me rin, i don’t like to go by my last name,” rin states, revealing no further details.

you don’t push the matter, giving him your name as well. “i guess we should just be on first name basis then.” 

he nods. “the music store i go to is downtown. we’re going to have to take the bus there, if that’s okay with you?”

“sure! i have nothing to do for the entirety of this summer anyways.” well that makes two of us, rin thinks. 

you follow him onto the street, and after a while rin stops at a large sign, conveniently labeled “BUS.” he’s saved from attempting to make small talk as the vehicle comes almost immediately. 

“it’ll be around ten minutes,” he says once you’ve both boarded. you’re already pushing airpods into your ears, and you nod. rin desperately wants to know what you’re listening to—surely a small peek won’t hurt?

so he maneuvers himself to stand behind you, the bus seats were all filled by now anyway. he catches sight of your phone, squinting to try and read the spotify music bar. unfortunately, the driver today isn’t the most adept at his craft. the ride is bumpy and the turns are terrible. before rin can decipher what song you’re playing, the bus is screeching to a stop, sending you toppling backwards. yet he’s the one who’s behind you, and suddenly you’re falling into his arms. time freezes for rin, and instinctively, he holds his arms out and around your body. it’s akin to a cheesy kdrama scene the way he catches you, gripping your waist to steady your shaking legs.

“oh my gosh, i’m so sorry!” you ramble, face tomato red. “i’m not that used to buses, and-“

“it’s fine, are you alright?” rin’s trying hard to stop his own voice from wavering as well. the contact had flustered him, definitely. and why did you smell so nice? the sweet floral notes of whatever you were wearing had made their way up his nose and it was all he could smell now. oh, right. he still hadn’t found out what you were listening to.

you both brush yourselves off from the incident, choosing to ignore it for the greater mission: getting you a new guitar. upon arrival, the city is teeming with people, and rin’s afraid of losing you in the crowd.

“stay close to me,” he mutters, taking off in the direction of the music store. he allows you to press yourself next to him. you were in a new place, a bit nervous and probably scared, so this kind of contact was tolerable, right?

“a record shop?” you ask, reading the lit sign of the storefront.

“BLUE LOCK RECORDS” was, in fact, blazing in bright blue in front of you. 

“yeah, i’m friends with the family that owns this place,” rin answers, holding the door for you to walk through. 

“welcome to bl- rin! hey!” the boy lounging lazily at the cashier straightens up after spotting rin. 

“hey isagi.” rin turns back to you. “we were in a middle school band together,” he explains.

“rin was totally the star!” isagi adds, grinning at the memory.

“really? you play?” your tone is obviously curious, not at all masking the excitement you suddenly have. 

“i used to.” and rin leaves it at that, shooting isagi a look. the latter gulps, realizing something. “anyway, isagi, got any electric guitars? maybe some fenders?”

“we just received a shipment today actually, here,” isagi begins walking towards a section of the spacious shop, pointing at a wall. you gasp upon seeing rows atop rows of beautifully polished guitars, the metal glistening like morning dew. subconsciously, your fingers move to trace the cool ridges and groves of the instrument. without thinking, you’re drawn to one in specific. its a lustrous ocean blue, and you think it’s absolutely perfect. “this one, please,” you say, as if in a trance. you don't even bother to check the price tag.

“that’s the most expensive one on the floor right now,” isagi gasps, startled by your decisiveness. “it’ll be at least-“

rin glares at him.

“i mean, i’ll give you 50% off!” the boy hurriedly adds. you wonder what history the two have for rin to be that influential. 

when isagi rings you up at front, you’re pleasantly shocked to see the total much lower than you’d braced yourself for. shopping with a local really has its benefits!

and when you’re out of earshot, engrossed in examining the guitar, isagi lets his curiosity win.

“so, who’s that girl? and did you seriously quit?”

“that girl is my neighbor, and yes, why would i joke about quitting?” rin hisses. 

“are you into her or something? i never see you with the opposite gender!”

“shut the hell up,” he snaps.

“i’m just saying, if you want to slide me her number or something-“ rin clamps a hand over the banged boy’s mouth. 

“uhm, rin?” your voice echoes from somewhere up front. grateful for an excuse to leave isagi behind, rin darts out to find you. you’re staring at a quaint café across the street, full of patrons and boasting a sign “the best matcha you’ll find in town!”

“is that place any good?” you question him.

“i don’t like matcha-“ rin says, knowing where this was going. he watches as your face drops immediately, all glitter from your eyes fading. “but theirs is really good!” he finishes, a crooked grin pasted on his lips. he can hear isagi snickering behind you. yeah, isagi knew he despised those green drinks.

“great, let’s go!” and you begin dragging him by the hand outside, bidding farewell to isagi. rin, although he could have easily resisted, allows himself to be taken after you insist on paying for his drink.

“one iced americano please,” rin tells the waitress. the two of you were now seated at a small table inside, surrounded by other customers. he tries not to wince at how the place was buzzing with laughter and socialization; it’s not really his thing.

“and i’ll have an iced matcha latte, thank you!” you beam at the server, who jots down the order. you then proceed to glare at rin.

“seriously, who orders plain black coffee? at a place like this?”

“i, uhm, had so much of their matcha that i got sick of it.” he’s lying through his teeth by now.

when the drinks are delivered, you wordlessly slide yours towards him.

“at least have a sip, you didn’t need to order something cheaper just because i’m paying,” you frown, looking at the boy across from you. rin gulps. truly, he just didn’t like matcha—but you seemed to be extremely passionate about it. so he forces himself to have just a sip.

he blinks. it’s pleasantly…refreshing? 

“still good, right?” you snatch your cup back, taking a lengthy sip. 

“i guess,” itoshi rin admits. it’s weird, how you were able to make his day just that much sweeter.

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tw/notes: cussing, drinking, slightly offensive jokes, small tiny manga spoilers (?) (it just mentions two characters who haven’t appeared in the anime yet doesn’t spoil the plot or anything)

as far as you knew, toge, panda, and yuji had stayed downstairs playing rounds of beer pong while you happily went with nobara upstairs. however it seemed god was on your side today as megumi tagged along behind you two, for whatever reason. you heard him mumbling under his breath something about not liking the taste of beer or even the actual game, but the reason seemed unimportant now as he sat next to you, alone, after nobara ran off saying she was going to go get another friend of theirs or something like that.

usually you’d be able to strike up a conversation, however you felt rather awkward as megumi seemed distracted on his phone, furrowing his brow slightly, typing away against the screen.

what could you ask him? his hobbies? what his favorite movie was? wait, didn’t yuta say something about them being in the same class? finally after another minute, he put his phone away and sighed, looking up ahead of him.

oh what the hell was there to lose, if you failed miserably you’d probably never have to directly meet him again anyway.

as you spoke up, you smiled slightly at the way his attention almost immediately turned to you.

“so… what do you do?” well you had a good chance, maybe, but what the hell type of question was that to start off with?

“what do i… do? like… job wise?” he questioned, a slight pout on his lip, but maybe they were just naturally like that.

“yeah.”

he shrugged slightly, before leaning back further into the couch, “i make music, go to college, have a job on the side too…”

“oh, cool- wait you made that song with yuji right?”

he internally cringed “no. don’t bring that up.”

you almost laughed at the way his expression soured almost immediately just by mentioning it.

“it wasn’t that bad…”

“you don’t have to spare me. don’t lie to my face, i know it was horrendous.”

“well… i haven’t heard any of your other stuff, but i’m sure you were just being nice to yuji to let him… y’know… on one of your instrumentals.”

“well i need to redeem myself then, i can’t have that as your only impression of my music.”

“y’know… we should trade…”

“trade?”

“i listen to yours, and you listen to mine…”

he seemed to think about something for a moment, before letting out a small huff.

“…and if i already listened to yours?”

now that caught you off guard.

“you have?”

he shifted slightly in his seat, and you could’ve sworn he leaned in closer, even by just an inch.

“yeah… actually got curious from yuji’s post with you. it’s pretty good just… it’s not usually the type i’d listen to, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

smiling at him, you moved closer, yet he didn’t seem to move back at all, mostly just seeming amused. “oh, so you’re not into ‘pink princess pilates’ music?”

he scoffed, a small smirk forming on his face, “what type of ai generated spotify wrapped thing is that?”

“that’s exactly where i got it from actually, was one of my genres…”

“well… at least it sounds cute, i think it’s ‘fitting’, i got grouped into something called ‘abstract indie sleaze soundtrack moment’.”

“the hell does that even mean? sounds like a red flag honestly, maybe i should stop talking to you hear…”

“not gonna give me a chance then? thought yuji said you were into me?”

“oh my god did he seriously say that- can’t he keep a secret?”

he was about to respond, his expression still slightly playful until suddenly a voice cut in, and you saw a girl jump into the empty space next to him, sitting down. “fushiguro! it’s been too long!” she exclaimed. megumi seemed startled at first, but relaxed after another moment. “oh… hey hana.”

“i missed you- where have you been recently?” she continued, seemingly wanting to reach out and touch him, but hesitant to.

“just busy… work… college and stuff.” he replied, about to turn back to you to introduce you to what you hoped was just his friend, that is until yuji and nobara seemed to have finally caught up with you guys again. before you even got the chance to say goodbye to him, yuji was pulling you off the couch and dragging you away from the group.

“y/n real quick- sorry- but pleaseeee you need to dj for us or something- just for like half an hour at least!! you need to show off against this asshole!”

no context whatsoever to what was happening, you couldn’t even reject yuji’s offer as he basically dragged you towards the music booth.

outside the studio…

sigh… guys i don’t hate hana i actually think she’s a cutie and love her but i had to bring someone into that role… 😥😓😪

yuji such a feminist wanted to prove some guy who was drunkly babbling on about #womeninmusic wrong accidentally crashed the moment

y/n texted maki a sc of megumi’s instagram and she put two and two together immediately

megumi was actually just writing down a reminder to get in contact with y/n but nobara wanted to push him

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౨ৎ꣑ৎ12 Days of Christmas Masterlist౨ৎ꣑ৎ [fem reader] contains: fluff :) pairing: fem reader x finnick odair summary: waking up with finnick to find snow on the beach author’s note: cute lil fluffy thing with finnick :) Spotify Playlist

Arriving home, Finnick had collapsed into bed with you last night. He hadn't said too much, only a few words about the train ride and a few more about how much he loved you. You hadn't expected much more, having been through this routine many times before. Instead, you dwelled on how grateful you were that he was home. He was finally home.

It had been entirely unexpected. You'd gotten a letter from him just last week saying that he would miss you and he loved you and he had something coming for you that would make it in time for Christmas. Needless to say, when he'd arrived at your doorstep, tired but happy, you'd nearly leapt out of your skin.

Now, as you laid next to him in bed, you took a moment to just look at him. It was a routine you fulfilled every time, just in case something had changed. Tracing the lines of his face with your eyes, you tried to decipher any differences. Was that a new freckle? A furrow in his brow? Did worry now seep into his unconsciousness?

Finnick opened his eyes when you touched his face, smiling softly as you touched his dimple. He watched you for a moment, the love in his eyes radiating out and covering you tenderly. When you touched his chin, he kissed your hand, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you to lie on top of him.

You giggled, leaning forward to kiss his nose. He stroked your waist, eyes dreamy as he looked up at you. "Hi baby."

"Hi," you giggled, almost unable to believe he was there. All the long nights spent pretending his empty spot wasn't, the hours watching the window and wishing he'd appear within the frame. And now he was here, giving you kisses and cuddling you close as if he'd never left.

"You smell good," he murmured, burying his nose in your neck. You smiled, cuddling into his chest and inhaling. Finnick always smelled like cedar and the faintest hint of salt spray, even after he'd returned from the Capitol. It was like the sea ran through his veins, and you were glad for it. Somehow it was his life source, as present as the heart beating against his ribs. Although, he'd given it to you a thousand times, so perhaps the ocean was more constant.

Lifting your head, you casually turned your head to look out the window, gasping when you saw fat white flakes fluttering down to meet the sand. "Finnick!"

He shot up, bringing you with him. "What? What is it?"

You could feel his quickly beating heart, and it made you feel bad for startling him so. Rubbing his chest, you murmured "Oh, nothing. It's just the snow."

"Snow?" Now he was watching the white pile up along the fence. "It's not-?"

"You brought the snow with you, honey," you giggled, leaning up to kiss him again. He held your lips, chasing them when you parted to stand up.

Leaning back on his hands, Finnick watched you stretch, eyes warm. "We're not gonna cuddle all day?"

"We are," you promised, and he opened the blanket with one hand immediately. Laughing, you shook your head. "Not right now, baby. I wanna go see the snow."

"You can see it reaallyy well from here." Finnick nodded at the warm spot in front of him, and you smiled, melting a little. He'd traveled so far and you wanted to do whatever he wanted. But at the same time...

"Just a few minutes," you promised, and he mock-sighed, flopping back down. "I'll be right back. Keep the bed warm, alright?"

He leapt out of bed, throwing a shirt on and reaching for the pants he'd discarded earlier. "No, I wanna come with you!" His ocean eyes were earnest, and you cooed, framing his face between your hands and giving him another kiss. Finnick could be like a puppy when he was excited. He was a puppy in the sense that he followed you everywhere too while he was home. It warmed your heart to see how much he trusted you, that this could be the one place he didn't have to think for his life.

Hand-in-hand, the two of you giddily raced outside, feet stuffed into shoes, bundled up the best you could. The snow was sticking to the ground much to your delight, and you bounced on your heels within the confines of Finnick's arms. He reached around and kissed your cheek. "It's pretty."

"It came here just for us," you giggled, bending down to scoop up a handful. It burned your hands, and you laughed at the sensation. Dropping the pile of white, you turned around to face Finnick, your smile knowing no bounds. His cheeks were pink, and you couldn't help your laugh as he swept you up into his arms, spinning you around and turning your surroundings into a blur.

He shouted, and suddenly you were on top of him, parallel to the earth. His chest was shaking with laughter, and when you lifted your head, you saw sand and snowflakes tangled in his golden hair.

Shivering, he grinned up at you, leaning in to kiss you gently. Everything was gentle with him, from the way he touched to the way he gave. You melted into him, snuggling into his chest and forgetting for a moment where you were. He tended to have that effect. Not a thing in the world mattered when he was near. It all flurried into a realm of meaninglessness, and he was the only thing left standing.

Snow continued to fall and melt on your back, but you were cradled by Finnick, so you hardly noticed. He grunted after awhile, rubbing your back. "'s getting cold, pretty girl."

"Oh!" you sprang off of him, watching sheepishly as he stood and dusted himself off. He didn't seem to mind, reaching for you immediately and tucking you under his arm.

"C'mon, baby," he said, pressing a kiss to your head mid-sentence. "The snow's pretty but I don't want you to catch a cold."

"M'kay," you said softly, smiling when he picked you up off your feet, holding you around the waist to bring back inside. Your legs were swinging, and he secured one arm under your bottom so you could wrap your them around his waist. You tucked your head into his neck, and he pressed his lips to your hair.

Back inside, Finnick piled blankets atop you both, bundling you in his arms and kissing your forehead what must have been a million times. You let him baby you even though he'd been the one lying in the snow.

"I wanna stay here forever," you mumbled, and his nose found your hair. It was a sentiment you echoed whenever he was home, but it was of no use. You always waited until he left to cry, determined not to clutter what little time you had with what you couldn't handle.

"I know," he murmured, rubbing your back and shifting under the blankets. "We're gonna have lots of cuddles, m'kay, baby? Lots and lots of cuddles. Cozy Christmas."

"Yeah," you said in a tiny voice, rendered soft by the way he held you. "Cozy." His smile was practically audible as you snuggled back into him.

It was hanging over you and maybe it always would: the fact of how temporary this all was. But for now it stayed sweet and fine spun as a snowflake, surrounding you and encasing the joy you knew you would cling to later. Every second with him was precious, and you were determined to be there for every bit of it.

You thought fondly of the gifts wrapped under your Christmas tree- the ones you'd planned on saving for when he returned in the new year. Now you had a cozy Christmas morning to look forward to, fantasies of sitting with Finnick by the fireplace present as you inhaled softly, cozier than you'd been in a long time.

He held you tight, like you'd disappear come morning. As if you'd ever leave his side when he was near. You kissed his chest and rubbed your hand over the spot, satisfaction filling you when he nuzzled your head. Whenever he was gone you slept with mountains of blankets, no matter what the temperature was. It was the closest you could get to him when the Capitol was having its turn.

Pushing it all to the side, you snuggled close. He was here now, a surprise as rare as snow on the sand. You savored it, the makings of a memory flickering like a candle on Christmas Eve.

[scary-grace]

Guitarist!Tomura actually has me in a chokehold so a gc would be nice I just need to work up the courage LMAO

Guitarist!Tomura also has me in a chokehold, which is why it took me so long to write a follow-up! I really love him in this AU so there may be more to come.

“Okay, now that we’re done laughing at Shigaraki, first things first —”

“Laughing at Tomura-kun is the first thing,” Toga says. Dabi glares at her. “Don’t make that face! If I was singing love duets through the wall with my neighbor, you guys would never let me live it down.”

“Nobody gets to live that down. That is not cool band guy behavior,” Twice announces from behind the drum set. Then, like always, he changes his tune. “Don’t worry, Shigaraki! I think it’s sweet!”

“I think we should never talk about it again,” Tomura mutters. He turns to Dabi. “You were saying something, right?”

“Yeah,” Dabi says. “First things first. Does anybody have any new songs?”

The band always needs new songs, and everyone’s supposed to bring one to practice. In theory they should always have something cooking. In reality, they get a new song maybe every six practices, and only some of those are good. They’d be better if anybody liked taking feedback on their lyrics. But they don’t.

“I have one,” Spinner says, “but —”

“Is it about being a true artist and not whoring yourself out to the Spotify algorithm?” Dabi doesn’t wait for an answer. “No.”

“We could use it if we metaphor it a bit,” Spinner protests. He passes a piece of paper to Tomura. “Look.”

Tomura scans the lyrics. He likes some of Spinner’s phrasing, and the song structure works, but he can see a few too many lines about standing apart from the machine. And Spinner’s not the only one who writes like that. “Why don’t we just do a whole LP around that? Give it some characters and a plotline and then it’s not just an album. It’s a story arc.”

“You think we can pull that off?” Toga looks up, interested. “What about a love story?”

“No.”

“Hey, that could work!” Twice taps the kick drum for emphasis. “Like, think about it! The protagonists are falling in love amidst the machines and then they have to defeat them if they want to be together!”

“There’s no way we can pull that off,” Tomura says. Twice ignores him, and he looks to Dabi for help. “If we’re going to do a concept album, let’s do an album about a concept we actually understand.”

“Nobody’s going to listen to us if we’re just complaining about the system,” Dabi says. “We need a hook. The love story’s a hook.”

“Then one of us had better figure out how to write love songs,” Spinner says. “Because we all kind of suck at it.”

Dabi looks like he’s thinking about it, and Tomura wonders, like he does every so often, why he decided to let Dabi project-manage the band he started. “Okay,” Dabi says finally. “We’re calling practice for today. No more practice until everybody has at least one song to share.”

“Oh, come on —”

“How much of a song do we need to have?” Toga interrupts Tomura.

“At least two verses and a chorus. Instrumentation optional,” Dabi decides. There goes Tomura’s plan to weasel out of this by coming up with a melody and chord progression and calling it good. “Text the group chat when you’ve got something.”

Everybody else starts packing up their instruments, like this is settled or something. Tomura came up with the stupid concept album idea. He’s the one who has to put the brakes on. “We can’t just not practice,” he says. “We have shows booked next month.”

“So you’d better get writing, then.”

“Yeah. More writing, less singing to your neighbor through the wall,” Spinner says. Tomura glares at him. “Maybe you can write a song about that.”

Tomura will write a song about that when hell freezes over. But he needs to write something, or the band’s not going to practice at all before their first gigs of the school year. A concept album about humans falling in love while standing up to the machine or the man or whatever. This is going to be a nightmare.

When Tomura gets home, his neighbors are just as noisy as ever, except for you. You’re quiet. Are you even home? Tomura tries to write, but it’s hard to focus when he’s so busy listening. He’s still not sure if you heard him singing along with you, but what if you did, and you got so embarrassed that you’re never going to sing again? If someone had told Tomura this morning that he’d be upset that one of his neighbors wasn’t making noise, he’d have told them they were out of their mind.

And then he hears it, just past midnight — quiet humming from the other side of the wall, a tune that’s vaguely familiar. This time, when the words pick up, Tomura doesn’t sing along. He just listens as you mumble your way through the first verse of The Last Shadow Puppets’ Miracle Aligner. “Often the humble kind, but he can’t deny he was born to blow your mind — or something along those lines —”

It’s not Tomura’s favorite song from that band, but given that you like the band enough to get their songs stuck in your head, your taste in music is at least decent. Tomura won’t be able to decide if it’s actually good until he hears you sing a few more songs. And speaking of a few more songs — Tomura picks up his pen again and scrawls out a single lyric across the top of the page. Screw a concept album, for now at least. He just has to start somewhere.

One lyric turns into another, turns into a verse and the start of a chorus. Tomura writes until two am, your voice brushing softly against his ear.

<- part 1

[hwaslayer]

vivrant thing (jwy) | two.

—SPOTIFY PLAYLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST

—SUMMARY: after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual. 

—PAIRING: jung wooyoung x f. reader

—GENRE: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriend’s brother au | fluff, angst, eventual smut

—WORD COUNT: 8.8k

—CHAPTER WARNINGS: cussing/mature language, ponytail wooyoung !!!, alcohol consumption / intoxication, party at the winery!, dancing, sweet affectionate moments, songs mentioned are in the playlist, wooyoung is very sweet and will take care of his date 10/10 recommend 🥰

"Wait, wait, wait." San shakes his head in disbelief. "You're going to your sister's company summer party? With Y/N?"

"Mhm." Wooyoung responds nonchalantly.

"I thought her car was already getting fixed at the shop though, what does that have to do with you?"

"You think my sister is gonna leave it at that?" Wooyoung cocks a brow before putting down the navy button-up shirt back on the rack. "I'm just doing her the favor so she can let me be. I know she'll continue to hang it over my head if I don't."

"Wow, you're strong."

"I only agreed cause it's one night. And cause of the whole thing with my sis. Believe it or not, I don't always want her finding reasons to nag at me."

"Wouldn't that be weird, though?"

"What?"

"Being Y/N's date."

"Sure, but it's whatever."

"What're you even gonna talk about all night?"

"I don't know? Am I supposed to have a list ready and check it off as I go?" He gives San a weird look. "I'll figure it out. Who knows, it might not even be that bad."

"I'm not gonna lie, she did look pretty cute at your parents' bbq."

"She's always been cute. She's just shy as hell."

"Mm, yeah." San starts to eye the sweaters on the rack, pulling out a few and hanging it against his chest to see how they'd look on him. "So, what are you guys wearing?"

"I'm not sure." San's forehead crinkles when he turns to look at Wooyoung.

"Aren't you supposed to be sure? You're going together. You have to match."

"Well, we don't really have to. We're not dating, we're just going to a party together as friends."

"Acquaintances."

"Yeah, okay Merriam-Webster." Wooyoung scoffs and pulls out a black button-up shirt that he probably already has in his closet— but it wouldn't hit the same as buying a new one for a summer party. "Stop trying to make it seem like it's super complicated when it's not."

"I'm not. I'm just having a hard time imagining it."

"Then, don't. She's really not that bad."

"Wish she wasn't so shy." Wooyoung turns to San.

"Or.. what?"

"Maybe I would've tried getting to know her more."

"Fuck outta here, Choi San. You're only saying that shit because I'm taking her out to a party." Wooyoung points towards the front of the shop. "Wait. You see that right there?"

"What?" San leans over to try and get a good look at what Wooyoung is pointing at.

"Look closely." He ushers him to get closer. "If you look straight ahead, you'll see the front door. You can take your exit there."

"Fuck you."

"Shut up then. Don't start saying that stuff about Y/N." Wooyoung rolls his eyes as he continues to flip through the racks, trying to spot more clothes to buy and fill his closet with. He's not really sure why he feels the sudden need to be protective of you, especially with San. Hearing him say things like that rubs Wooyoung the wrong way and he's not sure if it's because he's known you for years, or because of something else that he doesn't really wanna think about right now. In the end, Wooyoung doesn't deal with feelings. They're too complicated, and they tie him down. 

"Oh my god! Those dresses are so cute, you'll definitely find one here!" Wooyoung overhears from nearby.

"Whoever that is, sounds exactly like my sister." Woo does a slight head tilt and pretends to shiver. "Can't escape—"

"Because it is your little sister, dummy." San nods his head towards your direction, the both of them watching as you, Jiwoo and Hongjoong walk into the same store. It's almost like the sibling radar goes off for Jiwoo because it doesn't take long before her eyes meet his.

"Why are you here?" She asks, slowly approaching them.

"Waiting for security to take your ass out." Wooyoung looks at the security guard and pretends to call him over. "Excuse me. The nuisance is right here, sir. Please escort her out." Jiwoo rolls her eyes and walks closer to him, giving Hongjoong the opportunity to greet him and San. "Whattup!"

"Taking these girls shopping for the party." Hongjoong responds.

"Me too!" Wooyoung points at San, causing him to click his teeth in response. "Hey Y/N." He smiles down at you and pulls you into a hug before San does the same. 

"Are you wearing black to the party?" Jiwoo holds out the shirt Wooyoung has in his hand.

"And if I am?"

"It's a summer party."

"Black goes with everything?" Jiwoo gives him a look that he reciprocates. "You know, now that you're here Y/N, maybe we can shop for our outfits together."

"Sure, okay—" You respond softly, about to step closer to him when Jiwoo holds your hand and tugs you back.

"I'm shopping with her."

"I have better taste than you."

"I think not." She looks down at the shirt again before looking back up at her brother. "Anyway, we'll be off to find our dresses." She links her arm with yours as you quietly continue to shift your attention between Jiwoo and her brother. "Byeeeee!" She swings you around and drags you towards the dresses in the back corner of the store. Hongjoong lingers around the boys for a little longer, shopping for new shirts himself. The boys talk about their upcoming plans before the summer party, also throwing in some guesses about how the summer party is going to turn out.

Meanwhile, when you and Jiwoo head to the dresses, your eyes automatically land on a strapless corset midi dress— it has a simple black and gold abstract print on it, the fabric mainly mesh. It'll be a little tighter than you'd like, the side slit a little higher than you'd like, but you thought it'd go with the vibe best. There are a few other dresses that caught your eye, and Jiwoo encouraged you to try them on in order to decide which one worked best. 

You could like the way one looks, but it could be completely different when you put it on.

But, your decision remains the same; the abstract dress fits you well, and you can't lie, you feel the sexiest in it. The corset bodice, along with the bodycon fit, provides enough support and shape to hug you in all the right places. Jiwoo squeals when she sees you in the dress, completely agreeing with your decision [she would've any other way]. She jokes that her brother better keep his hands to himself with how good you look and all you can do is shyly shake your head with a tiny giggle before heading back into the room to slip it off.

"Did you find your dresses?" Hongjoong comes, eyeing the dress Jiwoo has in her hands.

"Mhm! Is my pain in the ass brother still here?" Hongjoong shakes his head.

"Him and San just left."

"Good. The dress Y/N has is to be kept a secret until the party. She's gonna look so good, I might have to tell Wooyoung to keep his hands to himself." You come out of the dressing room with the dress tucked closely to your chest, hanging the rest on the go-back rack.

"Hongjoong, please tell her she doesn't have to do all of that." You look at him and he chuckles. "Remember? You're the one who put your brother up to all of this just so I could go to the party. I'm quite positive it's just a favor and nothing else." You all walk towards the register to pay for your items. 

"Still, okay? You're gonna look amazing. I gotta give him a little warning and make sure he doesn't get super handsy with you." She shivers, making you playfully roll your eyes in response.

"Jiwoo, are you gonna help me with hair and makeup? Cause I literally won't know what to do that'll go well with this dress."

"Of course, bae! We'll make it pop, but keep it simple. Trust me on this." She squeezes your wrist just before handing her card over to the cashier. Once her and Hongjoong finish paying, you follow them down to the food court, ordering some friend chicken to munch on before sharing a huge bowl of bingsu with the two. You catch San and Wooyoung passing through the food court, now accompanied by two other girls. They don't look familiar, at least you don't think. In any case, it doesn't make you feel any better knowing Wooyoung simply agreed to go to the party with you as a favor to his sister.

The harsh reality settles that this meant nothing more, nothing less.

You were just a favor.

The day of the party comes quicker than expected. Work had been so busy that the days had flown by, bringing you to your present:

Which is, Jiwoo helping you pop in some hazel colored contacts before doing your makeup and hair.

"Keep your eye open!"

"Ugh, I hate contacts. Jiwoo, you know I hate the feeling!" 

"I know, but I promise it'll be over quick! Just keep it open and don't blink. The more you resist, the longer it'll bother you!" You groan again, gaining the last bit of courage to keep your eye open for Jiwoo as she aligns the contact and gently places it in. "Close and blink for me?" She watches and claps. "Perfect, now do the same for the other eye."

"Jiwoo." You whine.

"I know you can't do it yourself!"

"I can go without them!"

"But, the colored contacts give you a pop and it's cute!"

"I'm literally crying." You point at the tear strolling down your cheek.

"Beauty is pain, my dear! Just for one night! Now, keep still—" She pauses, the both of you holding your breaths while she pops in the last contact into your left eye. You flinch the moment it settles, dabbing at the tears that stream down your cheeks.

"Never again. Wooyoung is literally not gonna care."

"Who said this is about Wooyoung? It's your first summer party, forget my brother. You're gonna be the hottest thing to walk that winery." You shake your head, letting Jiwoo dab some powder onto your cheeks. "You look good, girly! Look at you!" She shoves the mirror in your face. Jiwoo did some loose curls on your hair, and a very natural look for your makeup. Fake lashes, a shade of blush that pops on your cheeks, clear gloss, natural eyeshadow— just enough razzle dazzle, but nothing too extra, as Jiwoo says.

You don't really recognize yourself, though. But, in a good way. You like the change. You normally don't wear makeup, you don't do your hair. You like to think you're simple, maybe too simple, but you don't mind it one bit. That was you, and you've come to embrace it. The change, though? It was nice to see on you once in awhile.

"Thank you." You smile at her and she squeals before checking her phone.

"Okay, my brother should be here in a bit. We're gonna take off and meet you there?"

"Why are you going so early?! You're not gonna leave at the same time as me and Wooyoung?!"

"Nope. We gotta get parking and get first dibs on the wine." She snorts before flashing her phone, screen signaling a call from Hongjoong. "You'll be fine, okay? Granted, as long as Wooyoung doesn't fucking text and drive again but I'm sure he won't with you in the car." 

"Jiwoo!"

"I'll see you in a bit! I love you, mwah!" She says, grabbing her things and rushing out of your studio; heels click-clacking away on the pavement before she squeals even louder seeing her boyfriend. You shake your head, dabbing a bit more highlighter across your collarbone just like Jiwoo taught you.

Within the next 25 minutes or so, you munch on some apple slices you already had in the fridge, somewhat satisfying both your hunger and sweet tooth. Just as you're re-applying lip gloss, Wooyoung's call comes through on your phone, startling you and causing you to drop the wand onto the floor.

"Oh shoot." You grab the wand and blow it off, submerging it back into the tube. "Hello?"

"Yo— everything okay?" He laughs a bit hearing the rustling in the back. "I'm downstairs."

"Sorry, just dropped my lip gloss." You whine a bit away from the phone. "I'll be down in a second."

"Ah, hate when that happens. See you in a bit!" You hang up the call and spray on another spritz of perfume before grabbing your purse, shutting off your lights and closing up your studio. You slowly climb down the steps, Wooyoung probably questioning why you're taking each step 2 miles per hour and sideways. 

You make it down in one piece. Slowly, carefully.

You shyly slip into the passenger's seat, and you almost pause mid-way when you glance at Wooyoung in the driver's seat. As promised, he's in a simple black-on-black fit— a crisp black button up with the sleeves rolled up ever so slightly, black dress pants and black boots. His hair is tucked back in a ponytail with a few strands framing his face. The car smells like his cologne, and he's chewing away at some gum while waiting. You've seen Wooyoung formally dressed before for special occasions, but there hasn't been one time you found yourself ogling at him the way you are right now.

You've never seen him like this, or maybe you just never paid attention? You didn't really have a reason to until tonight. Well, you didn't really have a reason because he was your bestfriend's brother.

"Hi." He says, setting his phone down in the middle console. Thank god he didn't catch you staring at him the way you were. But now, he's doing the same and you're not sure why he's staring. Do you look weird? Is something on your face?

"Hi." He softly smiles, eyes still exploring your body from head to toe and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks.  "What? Is it cause my eyes are kinda red?" You pout, immediately looking through the passenger mirror. "I swear I'm not like, high or anything. Jiwoo helped me put the contacts in earlier—"

"She, what?" He chuckles before shaking his head. "No, nothing. I just— you look beautiful, Y/N. Was taking it in, that's all." 

"O-oh." You tuck a strand behind your ear before settling back into your seat. "Thank you, Wooyoung."

"Of course. You ready?" He glances at your seatbelt and you give him a nod to drive off. "Alright, lehgo." He says, shifting the gear and turning up his music a bit. The familiar voices of Blaque comes through on the speakers, Wooyoung softly singing along to JC Chasez's part in Bring It All To Me. You knew Wooyoung could sing, but it still blows your mind every time you hear his voice. He has one hand gripping tightly onto the wheel, the other resting on the gear. "Do you know if my sister and Hongjoong left already?"

"Yeah, they did about 30 minutes ago."

"She's deadass gonna be the first person there." 

"She said she wanted dibs on parking and the wine."

"Gonna be the first person there and drunk. Free entertainment." You chuckle. "Your dress." He points at your dress before shifting his attention back to the road. "It's pretty. It looks good on you." You smile.

"I picked it."

"I figured. You've always had better taste than Jiwoo."

"Stop." You chuckle. "She did my hair and makeup."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." He nods in approval, bottom lip poking out. He really does think you look incredibly pretty— he's always thought you were cute, beautiful. But tonight, he can't take his eyes off of you and that'll be bad news for him as the evening continues. First and foremost though, his goal is to keep you comfortable and happy tonight. His goal is to make sure you have fun, and that's what he'll do with your pretty little self.

"Okay, I'll give her that. But, that stays between us." You snort. 

"Sure, Woo." He chuckles.

"Warm enough? Music too loud?"

"No, it's all fine. I'm good. Promise."

"Okay, cause we still have about another 30 minutes to go before we get to the winery."

"I'm fine." You reassure him with the prettiest smile before returning your attention outside the window.

"So, does Yeosang know you're going?"

"No."

"Mm, okay. Definitely not prepared for him to beat my ass tonight. I did wear my good socks though, so.. he can try it if he wants." He shrugs.

"He's not like that." You respond softly with a giggle. "Besides, it's my fault. I withheld it from him intentionally."

"Well, what's the deal? If you don't mind me asking." You sigh. "My sister said it'd be weird for you two to go to the party together so I'm suspecting it's a one-sided thing."

"I just.. don't see him that way."

"Why don't you just tell him?"

"I don't know. I'm not really good at these things. I don't know how to say it and I don't wanna hurt his feelings."

"You'll hurt him more by letting it slide like this, you know?" Wooyoung shrugs. "It's okay if you don't feel the same. No one can ever force you to feel a certain way and he'll understand that. But, it'll make it easier on everyone if you're just honest from the get."

"Mmyeah."

"I promise. It'll be tough to get it out, but he'll appreciate it."

"I know, I know."

"In the meantime, are we avoiding him tonight? Lemme know the plan." You shrug.

"If he comes up to me, I'll just explain. Then.. go from there. Wherever that is." You pout a bit.

"Hm." Wooyoung hums when he sees the worried look on your face. "Don't worry about it too much, okay? We'll have fun tonight."

"I feel bad that you're here."

"Ouch, why? Don't want me here?"

"It's not that. You were basically forced to be here so Jiwoo wouldn't get on you for her car."

"Eh, well. Her car is fixed. She can't always force me into things. Besides, it's free entrance to a winery with unlimited wine. Why would I say no to that?" You chuckle.

"You say that now."

"We'll enjoy it together, yeah?" He looks at you and you meet his eyes, nodding quietly in agreement. You hope you'll be able to enjoy with Wooyoung, but as of right now, you're a bit anxious and scared for what the night will bring.

When Wooyoung pulls up into the main lot of the winery, the parking attendant signals for him to follow the rest of the cars into the extended lot. He jokes under his breath that maybe, he should've followed his sister's lead with this one and left earlier. But, it doesn't last long when he's able to snag a spot right by the back entrance near the winery's lawn area— aka, where the party would mostly take place.

"Alright. If we ever need to dine and dash, just say the word. We'll leave." He says, hopping out of the car while you laugh to yourself. He swings your door open and holds out his hand for you to take, shutting it close after he's gotten you out of the car. He looks at you up and down once again, causing the heat to rise to your cheeks— this time, at a new intensity. "Yeeeesh, I gotta say, you look fine, 'lil mama." He smirks. Cause yes, that dress falls along your curves, your body, so beautifully. That dress pushes up your tits so nicely. 

And that dress hugs the curves of your ass so, so perfectly.

"Wooyoung." You whine a bit before playfully [and very softly] punching his bicep.

"Ah—" He laughs, holding out his arm for you to take. "I'm just being honest as your date." 

"You're making me shy."

"Am I?" He looks down at you with another shit-eating smirk. "What else can I do in the next few hours?" You squeeze his bicep as you enter through the back door, greeting familiar faces. To your surprise [or not], Wooyoung immediately introduces himself as your date and Jiwoo's brother, causing your colleagues and everyone around you to hype you both up as a good-looking couple. You don't even know how to respond besides a 'thank you,' letting Wooyoung take on most of the work with his 'yeah, i know we do's' or 'i know, she's just a little shy about it though's.'

"Shoulda left 30 minutes earlier." Jiwoo says, pulling you into a hug before Hongjoong follows suit. "The baddie herself has finally arrived!"

"Shoulda left on time 30 minutes later." Wooyoung retorts, still properly hugging his sister and greeting Hongjoong. 

"Time to catch up!" Jiwoo raises her glass and taps it. "The wine is pretty good, can't complain."

"Coming from the person who likes Svedka Vodka." 

"Hey! It's cheap and does the job quick!"

"That's why my bar closed a long time ago for you." Wooyoung winces before turning to you. "Wanna go find the right wine for you to sip on?"

"Charcuterie board was just replenished, too!" Jiwoo yells, just as she watches her brother hold your hand and lead you into the winery. "It's so weird to see him doing all that with her."

"Well, he is her date." Hongjoong says with a laugh, sipping on his wine while he holds her by the waist. "He's taking good care of her. Let 'em enjoy it tonight, hm? Just like we will." He hums as she giggles, placing a kiss on her temple before whisking her away to the other finger foods that were just set out. 

As you approach the table with endless different wine bottles set on the surface, you keep yourself close to Wooyoung especially with how packed the room has gotten. Wooyoung sets himself in between a red wine, a white wine and a bottle filled with some sort of pink-ish liquid, his hands grabbing two wine glasses and setting them down on the edge of the table.

"There's so much wine."

"Yup. It's nice that you don't have to pay for a dime. These things get costly."

"Which one is good?"

"Hm, let me check. I've heard of this winery but I've never tasted their wine before." He says as you continue to keep close behind him, looking over his shoulder. He picks up the bottle of red wine and takes it to his nose. "This smells hella bitter." Wooyoung says, smelling the red wine. "You probably won't like this one." He sets it back down and picks up the bottle of white wine. "Chardonnay might not be too bad." He pours a bit in his glass and hands it to you. "Taste it." You take the white wine into your mouth and make a face. "No?"

"Kinda bitter still."

"That's okay." He laughs and points to the pink bottle. "That might be good! Can never go wrong with Rosé. Wanna try it?"

"Can you taste it first?" Wooyoung nods, pouring himself some rosé— enough for a little sip. He nods in approval, shifting his attention back to you.

"It's good! You'll like it. I'll pour you a bit again and you can let me know if you want more or not." You nod. He hands you the glass, watching intently as you take a sip and nod in approval.

"Oh, this is good!"

"Yeah? Glad you like it." He pours some more in your glass, a little more heavy-handed than you like but you'll go along with it for tonight.

"What're you gonna drink?"

"I'm just gonna take some of this Cabernet and babysit it for the night." He reaches over to grab another bottle of red wine a couple of buckets away. He pours himself about half a glass before he's sipping it and humming in approval himself. "Yeah, that's pretty good." He sets his glass out, giving you the opportunity to taste his wine of choice. You take a little sip, shaking your head after giving him his glass back.

"Yeah, no." He laughs.

"It's okay. Red wine is tough to work with. At least we found you some good rosé, though. You gotta take those drinks for the both of us."

"Just one glass will do."

"Mm, a couple sounds better, though." He teases, lacing his hand back with yours as you both walk towards Jiwoo and Hongjoong, sharing a table with your other coworker and.. Yeosang.

"Y/N?" Yeosang looks up at you in confusion, and it almost breaks your heart the way he looks at you. You catch his eyes dart from you to your hand that's currently intertwined with Wooyoung's. "Wooyoung."

"What's up." Is all Wooyoung says as he looks at him over the edge of his glass, taking another sip.

"It's nice to see you—" Yeosang pauses and looks at you; you can't help but give him a pursed smile in return. "Together?"

"Mmyeah—"

"I see you went with the rosé! Nice choice!" Jiwoo cuts in, giving you a look to go along with it. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. We tried the others, wasn't a fan of them."

"They can get kinda strong." She says, downing the rest of the Chardonnay in her glass. "Welp, it's a good thing we have refills right at the table! Seems like we're gonna need it." She pours herself more Chardonnay before pouring you a bit more rosé.

"Jiwoo! I haven't even finished the first glass yet!"

"It was getting warm, you needed the refill." She smirks. You squint your eyes at her before briefly scanning the table, Yeosang now occupied with your coworker. He doesn't seem to want to make eye contact with you any time soon, and that particular unsettling feeling hits you in the gut. You're scared you've already ruined your friendship for pulling this stunt, for not being honest in the first place. You're scared you might've lost your other bestfriend because you were too busy hiding.

"Good?" Wooyoung leans forward to look at you, his soft eyes trailing over your features. He can already sense the shift in your mood and he doesn't want you to start overthinking and getting in your head, especially tonight.

"I think so." 

"You sure? Got my good socks on." He points down to his boots. You smile at his reminder and it instantly eases him. 

"I'm sure." He nods, slipping his arm behind you to rest on the back of your chair. Luckily, the CEO kicks off the dinner portion of the evening. He starts off his speech that lasts about a good minute, thanking everyone for their hardwork and dedication this point in the year. Once finished, he calls on a table to begin lining up for dinner. You, Wooyoung, Jiwoo, Hongjoong, Yeosang and your other coworker patiently fall in line for the buffet-style catering. Wooyoung makes sure to slip in behind you, creating a barrier between you and Yeosang even if there's no obvious hostility. It does help knowing he's creating some distance and you appreciate him for it. You fill your plate with a good scoop of food before settling back down in your seat.

The table enjoys dinner; thankfully, everyone is in good spirits and is cracking jokes despite the awkward moment that fell between you and Yeosang earlier. Even if he was upset, he'd never show you [or anyone] how he was truly feeling, and that could very well become an issue, too.

When it's time for the dance portion, Jiwoo fills your glass along with hers. Even though you had eaten a good amount of food, the alcohol was quick to seep back into your system and loosen you up. But, even with the liquid courage, you couldn't help but still feel shy around her brother.

He just looked so good tonight, you were afraid of looking like a damn fool in front of him. 

In your favor, all Wooyoung cares about is making sure you have a good time. He can see how much you're trying to hold back, even when Jiwoo drunkly throws her arm around you and starts vibing to the music. At some point, the crowd splits you and Wooyoung from Hongjoong and Jiwoo, leaving you to your date to enjoy you all to himself. The DJ starts spinning familiar songs from the 90s, bringing a huge smile on Wooyoung's face.

"Come here." He says, pulling you closer to him as you dance around with him. "It's just me. Don't worry about anything or anyone else." He gives you a reassuring look, his hands loosely laced with yours. You start to feel more comfortable with his reassurance, singing and dancing along with Wooyoung. You find yourself laughing and playfully teasing Wooyoung when he shows off his dance moves and pulls you along into his shenanigans. Your worries seem to be a distant thought at this point, no longer being concerned about every little thing, every little detail.

You're having tons of fun with Wooyoung. You're no longer trying to control what can't be controlled, letting the night take care of the rest on its own.

In between, Jiwoo ends up finding you in the crowd, shoving more rosé your way to get you at a good drunk. And sure as hell, the trick works. Wooyoung finds himself smiling in pure adoration over you, letting you lazily wrap your arms around his neck while singing along to the songs and keeping you close—

Until there's a shift in the air and you feel the liquid courage finally kicking in the way it should.

Wooyoung takes your hand and turns you around, a hand resting on your hip as you dance against him. You don't even care that you've backed yourself up against him and are dancing on him the way you are, thoroughly enjoying how he grips your hips and pulls you flush against him.

It's a little much for someone like you, but you find that it gets you going. Almost has your brain going on overdrive, fixating on the fact that Wooyoung has you like this— wants you like this.

You continue to dance against him, loving the way he holds you and keeps up with your rhythm perfectly. It goes on for a few more songs, Wooyoung shifting to the side to get a good look and hype you up. He's had his fair share of dancing with women at clubs, but he can say hands down, he has never had as much fun as he did tonight. You didn't dance like you were out to prove yourself or something to anyone, to forcefully catch his attention or be someone you're not for all the wrong reasons— you just danced to have fun with him, trusted him to take care of you and help you loosen up. It was all genuine fun and good vibes; he's at the point of wishing the night would never end just so he could stay right here with you.

There is literally no care in the world; just you and Wooyoung, enjoying each other's company at this summer party you didn't even wanna go to. In the end, you're glad you ended up here with Wooyoung because it truly was one of the best nights you've had in such a long time.

"Woo." You turn, tired from all the dancing you've been doing with your handsome date. 

"Yeah, babygirl?"

"I gotta pee." He snorts.

"You should definitely break the seal if you wanna start sobering up."

"I should, huh?" He laughs and nods. 

"I'll wait out here for you, okay?"

"Mmkay." You part from him and it almost aches you to leave him for a second to relieve yourself. The need to pee becomes urgent, your feet rushing you along to the bathroom for a release. Good thing there isn't a line, and that the bathrooms are practically empty— you can sigh away in peace before washing your hands and freshening up a bit. You're excited to get back to Wooyoung, and it shows with the way you giddily pace out of the bathroom and down the hall—

Only to be stopped in the process by none other than your other bestfriend, Kang Yeosang.

You turn and find him there, a small smile plastered on his lips. Your heart immediately drops seeing him, and the guilt comes rushing back. You can't help but frown a bit, pursing your lips together before responding properly.

"Yeo, hi." You look at him with doe-eyes and he isn't sure if he should be more upset over the situation or sad. Maybe sad, because it's clear where you stand with him. And it sucks, but what is he to do? If you're happier elsewhere, who is he to prevent you from having that happiness?

"Hey you." He says softly. "I've barely seen you all night."

"Yeah, just been on the dance floor. My feet kinda hurt now that I think about it." He chuckles a bit.

"Sounds like you're having a good time."

"Um, yeah. Yeah." You repeat. "It's been good. Hope you're having a good night?"

"Can't complain, I guess?" There's a pause before you break the silence.

"Yeo, I'm sorry. It all happened last minute, I really wasn't trying to go but Jiwoo asked her brother and—"

"It's okay, seriously. It's fine. You don't have to explain." He says waving it off, probably trying to make it seem like it's not a big deal when yeah, maybe it isn't. But, you know he's still hurt. You know he still feels a hint of betrayal by the way this all went down— for saying no, for turning down the party, for not telling him you were all of a sudden gonna be here with Jiwoo's brother. For brushing his feelings under the rug.

"Is it?" You ask, still pretty drunk. If this were any other circumstance, you'd probably run away and hide. 

"Uh, yeah, it will be." Yeosang shrugs, unsure of what to say because he is sad about it, now that he truly thinks about it and lets the situation settle in his head.

"I'm sorry." Is all you say as a small frown builds on your lips. Just as you're about to turn to get back to Wooyoung, Yeosang catches your wrist and gently tugs you back. You look up at him, eyes full of curiosity as to why he's holding you back. You're scared for what's to come next, but you give him the opportunity to tell you whatever it is anyway.

"Maybe we can talk about this over dinner? Just me and you?" And as much as you should stand your ground and say no, you can't help but feel like you owe it to him. Maybe this would be it— the doorway to being honest, to telling him the truth. Maybe you two could have a good, friendly dinner and get past this without ruining what's already there; as friends. 

As for Wooyoung, he sees the whole thing with Yeosang. He can't help but watch, either. His eyes were scanning the crowd tough, a little too eager to have you back in his arms on the dance floor. When he finally caught your figure, your dress, standing in the main hall talking to Yeosang, he felt his heart drop. He's not sure what's going on, can't really make sense of what's being exchanged between the two of you. Yeosang still hasn't let go of your wrist, but Wooyoung catches you nodding before he does. Whatever it was, he's hoping you aren't hurt or anything along those lines.

"Hi." You smile toothlessly at him and he has the sudden urge to cup your cheeks, to pull you into his arms and hold onto you. At least you're smiling at him, that's all he could ask for.

"Hey." He smiles back. "I almost thought the toilet swallowed you." You laugh and shake your head.

"What if it did?"

"Then I'd have to go in there and save you, right? Who would I be if I didn't?" He holds out his hand as the next song plays, a little bit of that Jon B. with his They Don't Know. "Mm, I really like this song. Can we head back to the dance floor? I mean, if you don't wanna it's fine but please don't make me slow dance by myself." You giggle, taking his hand and letting him lead you back to the dance floor. He gently wraps his arms around you while you wrap your arms around his neck, his hands firmly keeping you pressed close to him. 

"Wooyoung."

"Mhm?" He maintains eye contact with you as you sway to the song, following along to the beat. 

"Thank you. For tonight. I've had a lot of fun."

"I'm glad. That's all I wanted." He smirks. "Assuming I'll get a free ride to next year's party, too?" You laugh.

"We'll see."

"No seriously though, I'm glad you had fun."

"I did. I really did." You tilt your head ever so slightly and the lighting from the string lights, the moon, hits you perfectly in this angle that Wooyoung feels his heart skip. The highlighter on your collarbone provides an extra layer of glow to everything about you and he honestly doesn't know how to act right now. You feel his hand gently rub at your lower back, his eyes moving from your nose, down to your lips. You catch his Adam's apple bob in an attempt to swallow this sudden nervousness down.

And you could be wrong, you don't really know what's going on in his head and vice versa. But, the moment his face starts edging towards yours, you can't help but follow his motions. In a sudden turn of events, you find yourself wanting, even needing to kiss him; you really hope to—

"If I didn't know any better, it actually looks like you two like each other a lot annnnd iono about all that." Jiwoo says, carrying the rosé bottle in her hand while Hongjoong tries to tug her away. Wooyoung rolls his eyes and tries to move you two away in tiny steps, fighting the annoyance within him when his sister [of course] butted in at a very pivotal moment. Cause yeah, he would've kissed you, and he would've genuinely enjoyed it. He wanted this, too. "Babe, I got the bottle. Open up—"

"Baby." Hongjoong says. "Stop, put it down. Let's go! Leave them alone!"

"Jiwoo, the hell. Are you trying to poison her?! She's good." Wooyoung says lowly with his brows furrowed, subtly brushing his sister off.

"Ew, fun police!" She looks at both Wooyoung and Hongjoong.

"Can you like, get yourself together? What's fun about drowning my date in rosé?"

"All of a sudden he cares." She snorts.

"Baby—sorry, sorry." Hongjoong has a sympathetic expression on his face while looking at you two. "I got this." Hongjoong whisks her away and grabs the bottle, successfully placing it down on another table before bringing her to get water.

"Jiwoo." You laugh, resting your head against Wooyoung's cheek, his grip on you only tightening as you softly sway back and forth to the music.

"Literally couldn't have been the worst time." 

"It's okay. Hongjoong's got her now."

"Sorry." He says, placing a gentle, feathery kiss to your cheek. "Just know that was not how I wanted that to play out." He rubs at your sides as you giggle, continuing to slow dance with Wooyoung under the starlit sky.

When the event officially concludes, the CEO and leadership team come back to the stage to thank everyone for the successful event, wishing everyone safe travels back home. Jiwoo runs to you and hugs you, asking if you had fun tonight. You tell her that you did and that you owe it to her and her brother for all of it. She laughs, happy everything turned out well and that her brother took good care of you.

"Take care of her." Jiwoo glares at Wooyoung while Hongjoong chuckles to the side and shakes his head.

"Okay, go."

"I mean it."

"I do, too!"

"Babe, text me when this big head brings you home. I might not answer though cause I'll be at Joong's but still—" You nod, completely ignoring what she's insinuating.

"Ew, no one fucking asked Jiwoo. Just go." Wooyoung mumbles under his breath, giving her a look. Your eyes widen when you feel Wooyoung slip his hand into yours and grip it tightly, leading you through the crowd of people building around the back of the winery saying their goodbye's. You both head into the car with ease, giving Wooyoung the opportunity to catch a minute before driving off.

"Hm, how do you feel right now?" Wooyoung spreads in his seat, scrolling through his phone.

"I'm fine."

"Not too tired?"

"Not really."

"Still kinda tipsy?"

"Still kinda tipsy." You reaffirm and he chuckles.

"Wanna get some food and hang out somewhere? No pressure. Can take you home if that's what you prefer."

"Um, yeah sure! Let's go."

"Yeah?" He smiles and buckles up, shifting the gear to drive. "Sick. I know just the place to get you some good snacks."

Said place ends up being a convenience store nearby that has the best egg sandwiches, spicy tuna onigiri, and Wooyoung's favorite grab n' go corndogs.

You enjoy the experience nonetheless. Wooyoung parks his car right at the front of the store, helping you hop out of the car before slipping his hand in yours. It almost feels way too natural for two people who were merely attending a party together as acquaintances, [per Choi San] but Wooyoung likes the way your hand feels in his. The way it fits perfectly, and how you seem to put all your trust in him this way. He shuffles towards the back and tosses a few things into the basket you're holding with your other arm, giggling when he debates between a regular corndog or a flaming hot cheeto corndog.

"I don't want my ass to be on fire though, so." He says out loud in the very empty convenience store.

"Wooyoung!" You whisper, more embarrassed on his behalf than himself. 

"I'm just saying Y/N, sometimes that shit is outta my control. I don't want it to be one of those nights." You laugh as he looks into the basket. "Is that all you want? A corndog?"

"Mhm. I'm still pretty full."

"Okay then." He takes the items to the register and quickly pays for it, giving you zero chance to slide in some cash. He smirks when he grabs the bag and heads back to the car, letting you know that he'd never let you pay anyway.

The drive to Wooyoung's endpoint is about 20 minutes away from the store, and up a dark hill. If it had been any other situation, it would've looked incredibly scary and suspicious. But since it's Wooyoung, you trust him wholeheartedly to bring you somewhere you'd enjoy.

"It gets better, okay. I know what you're thinking."

"What am I thinking?" You squeak.

"You're probably wondering why my punkass is taking you up a dark hill. I promise the view up there is worth it. You trust me, yeah?"

"I do. Don't disappoint me, Jung Wooyoung."

"Nah, never that." He takes you further up the curvy road, finally pulling into a small lot off to the side. There aren't any other cars parked besides Wooyoung's, so it makes it easy for him to back into the spot. He leaves enough space to pop open the trunk freely, allowing you two to sit and enjoy the sideview of the city. "Careful." He says, bringing you to the trunk and making sure you're seated comfortably before grabbing the snacks. He plops into the space next to you and hands you your corndog, the both of you indulging in your snacks in pure silence.

"There's a path down there. You get a better view of the city." He covers his mouth while chewing on his corndog.

"Hm." You hum, looking up at the sky. "The stars are so bright tonight."

"I know, I don't remember the last time I've seen so many stars." Wooyoung points to the right. "Look! There's the big dipper." You chomp on your corndog as you look up to where he's pointing at.

"No, it's not?"

"Y/N. Please. That's the big dipper."

"I'm looking! I don't see it." He scoots closer and points again. At this point, Wooyoung is only inches away from your face. If you were to turn at the wrong time, you'd land a kiss on his lips unintentionally. 

"There!" He says. Lo and behold, Wooyoung's right. You finally see the shape of the big dipper up ahead, even if you're slightly distracted with Wooyoung's face being in such close proximity again. 

"Okay, you're right. I see it, I'll give that to you." You respond with a tiny smile.

"Haven't seen one in a long time." He smiles proudly before digging into his other snacks and powering through them. Wooyoung doesn't even move away from you after showing you the big dipper, but you aren't complaining. You've come to learn that you enjoy having him near, close. "You're done eating?" You nod, tossing your trash into the bag.

"Mhm." You hum contently. "Wooyoung." He looks at you with a brow cocked up, shoving the last bit of the onigiri in his mouth. He shouldn't like the way you say his name so softly, so delicately, but he does. Especially after tonight, he really, really does.

"Yeah?"

"I wanna walk down the path and look at the view." You stand and start walking towards the path, where it'll take you to a beautiful view of the city.

"Wait, hold up!" He says, grabbing his jacket and locking up his car. "Why does she walk so fast? Miss Quicksilver." He mumbles to himself. When he catches up to you, you feel him drape his jacket over your shoulders before coming to your side. "It's getting kinda chilly out." You look up at him with a small smile on your face, hugging the jacket closely around your frame.

"Thank you."

"Course." He holds out his hand. "It's dark, let me lead the way? You've got your pretty heels on and everything. You sure you wanna do this?"

"Yeah, please?" Wooyoung almost buckles at the knees when he hears you plead the way you do, instantly locking hands while he walks in front to lead the way. You stay close to him, especially when the path has lower visibility than you expected. He tightens the grip on your hand, carefully navigating around the bushes along the way. When he finally reaches the end and brings you to the view, you take a few steps forward toward the edge of the overlook. There's a small board off to the side that outlines the history of the city ahead and when the overlook was created. You let go of Wooyoung's hand completely to rest on the edge, taking in the city lights. The crisp night air. The sound of the stream nearby. You rest your elbows on the stone, chin resting on the palms of your hands. Wooyoung smiles to himself as he admires you from behind, coming right by your side to enjoy the view. "It's so pretty."

"Yeah, it is."

"The crickets are loud. Kinda soothing to listen to, though."

"Louder than Jiwoo, that's for sure." You laugh, continuing to look at the view. 

"How'd you know about this spot, Woo? Do you take girls here on dates?"

"God, no. I just come here to chill when I need to get my mind together. I don't really share this spot with anyone." He rests his chin on your head and you don't budge, appreciating the extra body heat from behind.

"You shared it with me."

"That's cause I genuinely wanted to take you here. I know you'd appreciate it."

"Can I start coming here, too?" You look up at him with a smile.

"Only if you let me tag along." Wooyoung teases. "I am heavily equipped with the exact location details and everything."

"Mmkay, fair enough." You let out a content sigh. "I wonder what everyone's doing in the city. What their stories are like and what's happening in their lives right now. Do you ever think about stuff like that?"

"I do."

"It's crazy to think about, isn't it? Being in one place at the same time with all these people, filled with millions of different stories."

"It is." You look at the view with a small pout and Wooyoung feels his knees getting weaker over that damn pout. "Anyway." You turn to look at Wooyoung, who is very much still staring down at you in adoration. "What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" 

"What, can I not? You're just really cute, shit, sue me." You roll your eyes playfully before a yawn comes out, and Wooyoung frowns a bit.

"Yikes." You say just as you shake off the yawn.

"Tired?"

"Mm, it's hitting me now."

"The post-drunk crash." He sighs, cupping your cheeks and looking into your eyes. "Come on, let's get you home." 

"What if—" You cover another yawn again. "I don't wanna?" He drops his hands back down before grabbing your hand, slowly trailing back to the car.

"Then babygirl, I dunno. I definitely do not recommend sleeping out here, though." He jokes. He could technically take you back home and do all the things he would normally do if this were any other circumstance, any other person. He could have you right where he wants you and have you stay the night.

But, he won't. 

He won't do that to you because that's not what you are to him. You aren't just a body, and you aren't a temporary thing. On top of that, he probably should sort through his feelings, his emotions because he's not sure what the fuck he's been feeling all night; he just knows it's kinda different and kinda alarming for someone like him. 

Feels serious, too vulnerable.

"Yeah, I agree." You say sleepily, clinging onto Wooyoung's arm as you walk back to the car.

The ride home is quiet, and exhaustion almost completely consumes your body that you barely realize Wooyoung's thumb gently caressing the surface of your hand. You shouldn't get used to the feeling so much, knowing this is might all be for show especially over a summer party. It hurts to think about, but it's not like Wooyoung willingly wanted to be here. Maybe a small part of him did, but at the end of the day, this was purely a favor for his sister. You didn't think he'd catch feelings over one night, no. It wasn't in his nature to. You didn't expect that whatsoever, either. But, you also couldn't help but feel things after the way he treated you tonight. After the way he took care of you so, so well. 

Was it wrong to feel infatuated? Was it wrong to feel happy, giddy, after the time you shared? Being in close proximity all evening, sharing little subtle affectionate moments together?

The voice in your head tells you yes, and that you should know better than to think it'd last past this night. 

You are you, and Wooyoung is Wooyoung. 

"Y/N?" Wooyoung softly taps your thigh. You turn to face him, recognizing the awfully familiar neighborhood behind him. You had been deep in your thoughts, along with the mix of exhaustion, that you didn't know you've already made it home. "Thought you fell asleep. We're here."

"Already?" You give him a tiny, soft smile that he reciprocates before running to your side and helping you out of the car.

"You don't have to walk me."

"Y/N, please. Don't start spitting out nonsense." He says, unbuckling his seatbelt and running over to your door. He tucks a hand into his pocket while waiting for you to step out, shutting it gently behind you. He walks you up the steps to your studio, silently trailing behind even as you fiddle with your keys to open your door. Once you get it open, you turn to him with that angelic smile he's mesmerized by, causing him to smile in return.

"Hope you had a good time tonight."

"I did. I really, really did. Thank you for.. you know? Accompanying me and what not. Everything, really."

"It was fun." He pulls you into a hug, squeezing you gently. When he pulls away, he keeps an arm wrapped around your neck, planting a kiss on your temple. It lights a fire within you, the heat rising to your cheeks when he pulls back and looks down at you. "Get some sleep, okay?"

"You too. Drive safely." You feel the need to reciprocate the kiss somehow, and it doesn't help that Wooyoung lingers around for a second— mainly to make sure you make it inside your studio. With all your thoughts, you still find yourself reasoning with the giddiness you're feeling. You find the courage to tippy-toe and place a chaste kiss on his cheek, rushing into your studio with a soft: "Goodnight!" before shutting the door. Wooyoung silently laughs to himself as he digs his hands into his pocket, nibbling on his bottom lip to prevent himself from smiling too big at the action.

But, his heart is damn near beating out of his chest, another thing that feels pretty unfamiliar but familiar at the same time. The only thing he knows for certain is that it probably can't be good for him—

To feel this way. Forcing himself to walk away from your studio after spending a good evening together. To want to call you even though he's just in his car downstairs. To keep you company until the next morning.

After all, you were starting to feel more than just a favor to him.

Those feelings can't be good for him.

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Peach Bellini

Pairing: Reacher x Reader

Word count: 4k

Notes: You’re never gonna hear from me again. And it’s because it’s seasonal allergy time and I will be dead

Reacher wasn’t sure where Neagley picked you up but apparently, you were vital to whatever they were about to get themselves into.

He’s having a really hard time accepting that.

You’d been annoying the shit out of him for the past 45 minutes. It was little things at first, things he figured were just a nervous habit. Popping your gum, tapping out a beat on your legs, leaning forward between him and Finlay to change the radio station a million and one times.

Eventually, Roscoe downloaded Spotify onto her work phone for you.

He’d heard more Sabrina Carpenter in the last 30 minutes than he’d heard in the last three years.

At least her songs were good.

You sit forward in your seat again and put your chin in your hands.

“Hi there,” You say sweetly and he glances down at you for a moment before going back to the road.

“Hello”

You draw little shapes on the leather of the console and bat your eyelashes at him.

“So uh- I was wondering…” You twirl a curl around your finger and he narrows his eyes.

“Go on.”

“What's stopping us from just kissing right now?"

He lets his head fall back against the headrest and you cackle and push yourself up to his height to get his attention again.

“I’m for real!! What could possibly be stopping us right now” You bite your lip and he literally shoves your entire face back into the backseat where you belong.

“Leave me alone before I toss you out through the sunroof”

“I’m 90% sure my butt is too big to fit through there”

“I’ll make it fit.”

You sit back down in your seat, crossing one leg over the other and smoothing out your skirt like nothing happened. Your eyes catch his in the rearview mirror and he glares at the wide smile on your face.

“Stop bothering him” Roscoe doesn’t even look up from her laptop when she warns you and you sigh and slouch down.

“But there’s nothing to do! Had you told me that we were going to be driving for more than an hour I wouldn’t have put my bag in the trunk”

“Are you telling me there’s something in the trunk that will make you shut up?” Reacher pulls to the side of the road and you unbuckle your seatbelt.

“I left my iPad back there” You hop out of the car and go around to the trunk where you root around before finding your Barbie pink duffle bag and taking your iPad out.

Satisfied with your repacking situation you slam the trunk door and go to walk around back to your door. You tug at the handle and it doesn’t give. You try again and knock on the window.

“Hey! It’s locked!” You tap on the window repeatedly and Reacher turns to you with a wide smile on his face… mimicking yours from earlier.

“I don’t see a problem.”

The car flies away with a loud screech of the tires and you’re left standing in the middle of nowhere. Your jaw drops and you swear you can hear Reacher laughing his ass off.

Finlay and Roscoe are looking at him like he’s lost his damn mind.

He drives for a good five or six minutes before finally slowing to a stop with a childish giggle. He’s wiping the tears from his eyes and snickers when he looks at Finlay who’s shooting daggers at him.

“What! Oh, come on! It was a prank” He looks back at Roscoe

“Tell him it was a prank!”

“She’s… sensitive, Reacher. Didn’t you read the report?”

“I didn’t have time, are you gonna tell me that this isn’t blissful?”

“She wasn’t bothering me” Roscoe shrugs and Finlay pinches the bridge of his nose.

“As… entertaining, as this was. Go get her.”

“I wouldn’t have made her walk the whole way… she’s not dressed for it.”

“I didn’t notice” Finlay gives him a pointed look and Reacher glares at him.

“That’s not funny”

“I’m just saying, I wasn’t the one she wanted to kiss.” He puts his hands up in defense and Reacher break-checks him.

You know, by accident.

The car is icy when you open the door and get in. You sit down nicely and smooth out your skirt like before, you cross one leg over the other and you put your iPad in your lap.

And then it’s nothing but silence.

For the last leg of the car ride it’s absolutely silent. It’s so quiet you can literally hear Roscoe breathing next to you. She’d eventually stopped working on her laptop because the tapping was just too freaking awkward.

Finlay lets his window down and sighs deeply when that relieves the tension that was damn near at boiling point.

Reacher pulls into the hotel parking lot and both cops run for it. You hop out and go in back, grabbing your pink duffle and walking away without a word.

“Fix it.”

“You thought it was just as funny” Reacher grabs Finlay’s case and hands it to him with an eye roll.

“We need her at 100%” Oscar takes the black case and points a finger at him.

“Fix it.”

When in doubt, Shitty gas station across the street bouquet that Roscoe gave you money for it out.

He stands in front of your room, his room is connected to Finlay’s and you and Roscoe had your own. He was sort of surprised when he learned about your room, it was outfitted with top security measures and he had to wait for the guard to call you.

How odd.

The guard opens the door and Reacher walks in. You’re sitting on your bed and flipping through lame cable shows.

“Hey.”

You tilt your head in the direction of his voice, giving him a bored look and continuing to hit the button.

“Hey.”

It’s so flat that he almost- almost regrets pulling that on you. But you were just so damn good at annoying him, how was he supposed to know you could dish it but not take it.

He studies your room for a minute, it’s not like his at all, it’s like it was made just for you. The PC setup alone takes a large portion of the room and he knows that expensive ass pink desk chair was also something you must have worked out.

“Cool chair” He nods at it and your eyes flicker over to the desk and you shrug.

“I guess. What do you want, Reacher?”

Okay. If he really thought about it, and he’s trying not to, that tone of yours makes him want to do things to you. Makes him want to teach you what happens when you’re a brat. Clearly, you were spoiled.

And maybe that’s why he left you behind. You know, besides the part where he wanted to bite your head off. Apparently, he wanted to bite other things as well.

“Finlay says I have to apologize” He steps forward and offers you the crappy little bouquet.

“Do you want to apologize”

It’s an ugly little thing, in a small plastic tub of water… the buds are stupid and small.

And it’s completely pink.

“Not really. But he said I had to because they need you at 100%. Whatever that meant.” He’s still holding it out and you glare at it in disgust.

“So why are you here”

“Because I’m not going to let some spoiled little brat fuck this up for us. So if I have to be the bigger man and apologize I will.”

“Spoiled brat?” You slam the remote down on the bed.

“Spoiled little brat. You forgot that part. I’m sorry”

“I don’t accept your apology”

“That’s not my fault” He finally sets the little cup down on the nightstand and puts his hands up. “You can decide to accept it or not.”

“Do you even mean it?” He watches your eyes cut to the bouquet, he even signed Reacher on the tiny card.

See? He’d put some thought into it.

“Sure” He shrugs and you narrow your eyes at him, studying his features. His lip is curled lightly and you know he’s holding back from hurling any more insults.

“It was mean” You finally grab the stupid flowers and look them over.

“Yeah, but it was funny” he comes closer now that you seem to be softening toward him.

“You made me cry” and now you’re practically tearing up over this stupid little gift because it’s pink and he thought about that and he thought about you and no matter how he tries to hide it-

“I’m sorry”

He means it. Because he’s a big, scary guy and he doesn’t really have friends and he doesn’t really do deep connections. And he means it.

“Man, this is really sappy” You giggle and look up at him but your breath catches in your throat.

He’s standing over you and you’re so small sitting in front of him, which isn’t really hard to be but he likes it when it’s you and there’s nothing more irritating than realizing that you’ve gotten under his skin and he likes you there.

“Yeah. Not really my thing” He cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone and you scoot forward to get closer to him.

“You know it’s kinda funny” You step off the bed and he doesn’t give you any room to step away, you’re practically glued to him, and his hands rest on your arms.

“What is?” His voice drops a couple of octaves and you can already feel yourself turning into a puddle for him.

“You’re just a big ole teddy bear aren’t you?”

Bothering him and teasing him was just a schoolgirl attempt to get his attention, to get him to think about you. You just hadn’t realized just how well it was working, hadn’t realized that he would actually be paying attention to half the shit you were playing the entire ride down just to get a reaction out of him.

You hadn’t really thought the reaction would ever come, he didn’t seem very interested in you or what you were even there for, he’d never asked.

But boy oh boy had you never been more happy to be wrong.

“You know, you may have had a point” He tosses his shirt off and throws you back on the bed and you squeal when you bounce on the bed.

“What kind of point??” You reach for him with little grabby hands and he climbs on top of you.

“What was stopping us from kissing?”

His mouth smashes into yours and you’re seeing stars. His body feels like a warm blanket as he covers you. Your fingers trail over the corded muscles and the taper of his waist. He takes your shirt off and you scratch his lower back.

“Are we really about to do this?” You whisper against his lips and he starts to kiss your neck, you squeak when he bites down and your body jolts against his.

“If you don’t want to tell me now, I won't stop once I’ve had you.”

Your eyes go wide as saucers and he snickers and starts to pull down your skirt. He doesn’t bother watching your reaction because he knows what you’re doing, he knows you’re warring with whether or not this is a good idea.

“What if I said a safe word… like Marshmallow”

Okay so maybe you weren’t that conflicted. He easily lifts your hips up and takes your skirt off, tossing it to that stupid gaming chair.

“Okay”

He puts your hands in his belt buckle and you work fast to get them off. You shove them over his tick ass and he gets up to kick them off.

“You’re gorgeous” The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them and he stands in front of you in all his glory letting you take in his body.

“You’re drooling” He tilts his head and you lick your lips, letting your eyes trail shamelessly down to those tiny boxers and over his strong thighs. God to be choked by them.

He’s teasing you like he’s not devouring you in the same way. Like his eyes aren’t glued to the pink bralette that doesn’t keep anything in. The matching panties are more lace than anything and the way your chest rises and falls rapidly.

You shake your hair out and bite your lip and you’re a dream, straight out of a movie or maybe a magazine. How could he not be mean to you? How could he not want to put your bratty ass in your place?

But where was your place and why was it underneath him?

“You gonna give me what I want? Or do I need to go crying to Finlay and say that you’re being mean to me again…”

There it was.

He grabs your ankles, yanking you to the edge of the bed and you shriek and laugh. He whirls you around, pushes your head into the covers and lifts your hips into the position he wants you in.

“Reacher! You’re not playing fa-“You take in a sharp breath at the sound of your panties being ripped from your body. He leans forward and stuffs them in your mouth with a little pat on your head.

“Brats don’t get to use their mouths. Now shut up before I put yours to better use.”

The tangy taste spreads across your tongue and you moan deeply, letting your knees fall open a bit wider.

“I shouldn’t have apologized, no that’s not what you really wanted, was it?” He lines his cock up with your hole and you gulp.

Even just the tip is impressive. He rubs it between your folds, massaging the head of his cock against your clit and you whimper softly, arching your back deeper and waving your hips at him.

Reacher's other hand slides up your side, brushing the side of your breast before wrapping around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but the threat was clear as he leaned down to hiss in your ear.

“What do you say?”

The whining-begging noise you make around your panties sends a deep thrill to the pit of his stomach and he has to fight to control his hips from plowing you right then and there.

“See? I knew you could be a good girl. Let's see how long that bratty attitude lasts when I'm fucking you stupid.”

He doesn’t give you time to adjust, just plows into you with one brutal thrust. You lurch forward, crying out around your panties and he grabs your hips and pulls you right back to him.

He sets a deliciously rough pace and you’re gripping onto the sheets to brace yourself. He groans loudly, pounding into you with deep strokes that shake you to your core and have you mewling like a slut.

All your noises and cries have him losing control, he can’t help it. After running your mouth all damn day now you’re finally shutting it and this? This is so much better. You bounce your hips back on him and he lets out a strangled moan, higher than he means to and your walls flutter wildly around him.

You’re trying not to think about it, actually, you can’t really think about anything besides the way he fills you, the way he carves out the perfect size space for himself inside you. No one has ever stretched you out like he is now and you know no one ever freaking will again. But there’s just that little tiny nagging thought at the back of your mind.

Roscoe is in the room next to yours.

His hips slam into yours over and over, the bed shakes against the wall and you don’t care if everyone on the freaking floor beneath you can hear Reacher teaching you a lesson in not being such a fucking brat.

He leans down and bites your shoulder, leaving a dark hickey in your soft brown skin. And you don’t really bruise but you know that man’s going to leave his mark.

He suddenly pulls out and you feel the intense loss of him and start whining. Crocodile tears stream down your face and he cups your cheek.

“Give me one second”

He easily maneuvers you onto your back and to the end of the bed. He lets your head hand over the edge and points toward something.

“I want you to watch your punishment.”

It takes a second and he pushes you over the edge a little bit further and you notice the full-length mirror you’d bargained into your contract for this job. You used it partly for surveillance and partly for making sure you looked adorable at every moment of the day because that was really important to you okay?

And now it was being used for something very, very fun. You look at Reacher looming over you in the mirror and gulp. He catches your eye in the mirror and smirks. He makes a show of touching your body, rubbing his hands down your sides, up and down. Cupping your breasts and squeezing them together in his large hands.

He slowly pulls you back up from the edge of the bed, leaving your head spinning just a little. He turns you over onto your tummy and lays over the top of you. His thick body covers you and you open your legs, groaning quietly at the satisfying weight.

He pulls the panties from your mouth and tosses them aside.

“I only want to hear your safe word out of your mouth. You understand me?”

You nod eagerly at his reflection and he brings his arm around your neck and squeezes lightly. You gasp for air and your hands grip the sheets tighter. He slides back inside you, chuckling when your eyes roll back in your head.

“Don’t you look so pretty when you’re being choked out?”

He thrusts shallowly for a second, feeling your silky walls hold onto him and then he’s back at it. Holding you in a loose chokehold and fucking you even dumber than he had earlier. Your hands fly up to his arm to brace yourself and he squeezes a little tighter.

“What’s the safe word?” He pants, his hips continue to piston in and out of you and you sob.

“M-marshmallow!” You claw at his arm and he growls in your ear.

“Good girl”

He holds you like that, making you watch him fuck you like an animal and you’re slowly losing your mind. Your vision starts to get cloudy, not from the way he’s cutting off your air supply but from the way he fucks you like he owns you.

Your orgasm happens so suddenly you're screaming his name and jerking against him and he’s fucking you through it. Grinding your clit into the bed below you and watching you fall apart on his dick.

He lets out a feral growl as he cums inside you, so much that you feel the hot spurts fill you to the brim and leak out. He finally lets go of your neck to grab your hips and fuck you like a doll while you claw at the bedsheets, desperately sucking in air.

You lay with your face down in the messy sheets and he works your body slowly on his cock before pulling out with a sticky pop. He collapses to the side of you and you find yourself clinging to him immediately, you put his arm around you and curl into his chest tightly.

“Are you okay?” He pants harshly, dragging his hand over your body and gently holding your hip. You nod into his chest silently and he hugs you close to him. He chuckles and rubs your back slowly, placing a soft kiss on your head.

“You know you can talk now, right?”

“No, I don’t think I can”

Your cheeks are flushed a deep pink and you shyly look away from him. The hoarseness in your voice makes him shift a little against you and you whack at his chest when you feel his semi-hard cock run against your thigh.

“I will kill you” you warn him and he snickers and grabs your fluffy blue blanket from the side of the bed. He covers you both up and you melt into his body.

“I’d love to see you try”

Breakfast is delivered to your room early the next morning. The food has already been tested for safety and Finlay sent a text that everyone would meet in your room for breakfast and a debriefing before tonight.

Reacher opens the door with a light pink towel wrapped around his waist. He blinks at Finlay.

Finlay blinks at him.

“You wanna give us 10 minutes?”

“What am I looking at”

“You told me to apologize.”

Roscoe looks like she’s seen heaven…or rather hell as she walks up to the door. She looks at Reacher and blinks.

Reacher blinks at her.

“You know our rooms….we’re neighbors.”

“Is this why you made them change rooms for you?” Finlay turns around to look at Roscoe and she looks pale.

“Can she even walk?!”

“Why do you think I’m the one answering the door? Look all she’s gotta be able to do is sit at a chair all right and… you know she can partially do that.”

“Oh my god” Finlay puts his hand over his mouth and Roscoe smacks her head against the wall.

“Again, 10 minutes?”

“We’ll be waiting.”

“I need to bleach my ears out.”

Reacher shuts the door and turns around, he leans against it and looks over at you. You’re curled in a ball like a docile little kitten at the edge of the bed. He’d taken a bath with you in the large tub and got you all cleaned up and dressed before getting himself dressed. Apparently, you’d fallen back to sleep.

He comes over to the bed and reaches out, stroking your curls softly. You stir a little and slowly open your eyes.

“Reacher?” You mumble sleepily and he kisses you softly, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone.

“Need you to be a good girl and wake up for me… time to kick ass.”

You giggle and take his hand, kissing his palm softly. Oh, he liked taming you, looking at how sweet and submissive you were after he rocked your world last night. He knew your attitude would be back, but he found himself hoping it was sooner rather than later.

“Do I have to?” Your voice is sweeter than honey and he pulls you up slowly.

“Yeah, you have to. I gotta get dressed and we have a debrief in 10.”

“But I like you like this…” your lashes dust your cheekbones as you look up at him. You pull at the towel and he lets you take it off.

“I’m gonna be so distracted” You whisper seductively “I might open the wrong door…or lead you down the wrong corridor. All I’ll be able to think about is you… and how you feel inside me.”

“Oh. Well we can’t have that now can we?” He eases you back onto the bed and lifts your his shirt up, pushing it up over your breasts. He may have dressed you but it sure as hell wasn’t in anything that wasn’t easy to remove.

Well, he supposed. Sooner was coming a hell of a lot sooner, than he’d thought. He leans down to place soft kisses down your torso and grabs his phone, hitting the speed dial.

“We’re gonna need half an hour.”

[blade-dressed-in-red]

heart-shaped bandages

pairing: noah sebastian x f!reader

content warnings: mentions of minor injury and blood, reader opens up about sensitive memories, but besides that just fluff!

word count: 2.5k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While inspired by real individuals, the characters and events depicted are entirely fictional and should not be considered as factual representations of any real persons. This story is solely for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to be taken as truth or to cause any harm or offense.

A/N: this idea came to me from realizing i’ve placed bandages on multiple people but have never gotten the same treatment, so here’s this very self-indulgent thing. this is also inspired by a cheeseburger soup recipe off pinterest.

It was nearing the end of the day. you could see the sun starting to set through the windows, golden light dripping onto the floor and furniture. You and Noah had a relaxed but productive day of curling up on the couch while the rottweiler you two adopted when she was a puppy, Princess, laid in her dog bed on the floor. You spent most of the day corresponding to work emails on your laptop while Noah did his own respective work on his. One of the collaborative playlists you two made together on spotify has been playing on the tv throughout the day. Your legs were draped over his lap, wearing (drowning in) one of his hoodies with sleep shorts and some fuzzy socks. Noah was sporting a similar getup, his own hoodie (that fit properly), black workout shorts, with some Naruto socks.

Once realizing it was starting to get closer to dinner time, you averted your attention away from your laptop to ask him

“Are you getting hungry, bub?”

Noah looked up from his laptop to answer you, his warm eyes meeting your gaze, framed with his glasses since he was looking at a screen all day. 

“A little bit, did you wanna order in or make something?” he asked with a soft smile.

You returned the smile before answering, “I think we have the ingredients to make that soup we like, do you want me to make that?”

His soft gaze perks up, “yeah, that actually sounds really good right now,” his smile grew wider. 

He's always enjoyed your cooking (even if you occasionally burnt the food). Sometimes you even let him help you out, but it usually results in a mini-food fight. Someone “accidentally” gets food on the other, resulting in random bits and pieces of discarded food getting thrown back and forth, ensued by fits of giggles and usually a pot of water boiling over since neither of you were paying attention.

While getting up from your spot on the couch, you assured Noah you didn’t need any help this time, both of you knowing he still had some more work to get done before calling it a day. He reminded you that if you needed anything, he was just a room away. While you always enjoy Noah's company, there is something comforting and tranquil about cooking by yourself, knowing that you’re making something tasty and healthy for your beloved in the next room over. 

Princess followed you into the kitchen, but soon realized her dog bed was more comfortable and made her way back into the living room. You began getting out all the ingredients and utensils needed, putting the broth into a pot to begin boiling on the stove. In the meantime you decided to start cutting the vegetables. Swiftly getting through the carrots and began cutting the celery. However, your attention was immediately drawn away when you heard commotion coming from the living room, followed by a chuckled “oh my god” and rummaging. Unfortunately your body didn’t have the time to react and continued chopping, resulting in you slicing your index finger on the knife. 

“Shit!” you yelped out through gritted teeth. you immediately dropped the knife on the counter to hold your finger in your other hand.

You realized Noah had stopped fixing whatever it was that caused the noise. He immediately rushed to be by your side, basically teleporting to you when he heard your wince. He was quickly followed in by Princess. 

“What happened?” he asked with his brows slightly furrowed and a look of worry in his eyes, immediately drawn to where you were holding your finger.

“It’s nothing, just a cut” 

You tried to ease him since you could tell he was getting more worried once he saw the blood seeping from the wound onto your hands. 

“Sweetheart, you’re bleeding” he responded with a comforting tone but his concern still wavered through. He grabbed your finger to fully inspect the damage.

“It's really nothing bub, I'm just gonna go up to the bathroom to deal with it. I'll be right back.”

But before you could start making your way out of the kitchen, Noah softly grabs your hips to still you and grabs a clean dish rag from the drawer and gently but firmly holds your cut finger with it. You couldn’t form any verbal response to his action, as no one has ever really paid much attention when you accidentally hurt yourself in the recent past. the most prominent memory being when you’d scrape your knee on the cement as a child and your mom would put a Scooby Doo bandaid on it and seal it with a kiss. It also reminded you that you’ve always tried to help others whenever they got an injury, no matter how old they were or how minor the wound was.

While holding your finger with firm pressure to help stop the bleeding, Noah noticed your expression went blank. He pondered on asking you about it, but figured he would bring it up later and continue with the task at hand: fixing you up. 

Noah adjusted his stance from slightly bending to normal height, he places your free hand to hold your wounded finger.

“Keep putting pressure on it” he requests with a soft yet stern tone. He turned the burner off then returned to you. He bent down, one arm under your knees and another supporting your back to pick you up bridal style. This quickly snapped you out of your pensive state. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, confused with the sudden movement of being picked up suddenly.

After making sure he had a stable grip on you, he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes.

“I'm gonna take care of you,” and with that, the melancholic feeling inside mixed with something lighter.

Before you knew it, Noah had already brought you to the second floor of the house, carrying you to the master bathroom. Once inside, he set you on the ground gently and closed the door behind you two so Princess didn’t follow you two in. 

“Sit there, and keep your finger above your heart. It’ll help slow the bleeding,” he stated as he gestured for you to sit on the lid of the toilet seat while he rummaged through the cabinets. Keeping your finger still wrapped in the kitchen rag near your collarbone. You stared at Noah like a curious puppy, waiting to see what he’d pull out. Eventually, he located the large first aid kit from the cabinet, which you forgot was in there. You could only recall where miscellaneous bandages were placed. Noah immediately went into nurse-mode, grabbing everything he thought he would need to help bandage you up, definitely got out more than required for such a minor injury but the action warmed your heart even more. 

As he stood with all the first aid contents laid out on the counter, he softly asked “Can you please come here so I can wash your cut properly?” motioning to the sink. You raised to your feet and made the short distance to the sink. Noah quickly discarded the kitchen rag into the hamper and inspected the cut further before carefully running your finger under the cool water. While you felt cared for, as Noah always made you feel, you knew he still had some work to catch up on and felt this procedure was unnecessary for him to be doing.

“Noah, you really don’t have to do all this. I can handle it by myself” you told him in a hushed tone, even though it was only you two in the house.

“I know you can handle it, but I want to help you.. please let me take care of you darling.” he looked at you with a concerned but loving look, his brows furrowed and a pout he didn’t realize he was doing, but that was all it took for you to fully accept his care. With that, the heartrending feeling inside of you grew even smaller. 

Once Noah believed your wound was clean enough, he carefully dried it with some gauze from the first aid kit. 

“Could you please sit back down for me, love?” he asked sweetly. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies with how loving he was being, a common occurrence between you two. 

He grabbed the ointment then followed to where you sat, kneeling down to meet your height. He was being so careful with you and walked you through each step of the process as if he was an actual healthcare professional. 

“I'm going to apply this to prevent any possible infection, okay?”

You nodded in response, even though you already knew what it was for. He squeezed out the appropriate amount and attentively applied it to the cut, careful not to cause any more pain to you (even though it wasn’t very painful to begin with). When applying the ointment, you noticed he was so focused that his tongue was sticking out of his mouth a tiny bit, causing you to stifle a giggle at how adorable he looked. He was too focused on applying the ointment to notice. 

When he was satisfied with the application, he got up to grab a bandage from the counter. He pulled out a variety of different boxes earlier and looked through them all, trying to find the appropriate size. He eventually landed on one, came back over to you and kneeled down again. after giving you a quick peck to your forehead, he opened up the bandage package. you were expecting a normal beige bandage, but what you didn’t realize was Noah managed to find some Scooby Doo bandaids, similar to the ones your mom used to use for your cuts and scrapes. The realization made you start tearing up, all the memories from childhood aligning with this point in time, the feeling of everything from the past fell into place for this moment with the love of your life.

Noah was still attending to your wound, gently applying the bandage to your finger, making sure the design wasn’t askewed, then sealed it with a kiss. When he looked up, he noticed you were starting to silently cry 

He softly grabbed your face, his own full of worry. He had his other hand still holding your newly bandaged hand. He swept away some of the stray tears.

“What's wrong angel? Did I do something?” he was unsure if he accidentally hurt you enough to cause this. 

“N-no you didn’t do anything.. I’m sorry for crying i-it’s just… where did you find these? I haven't seen them in stores since I was a child.” you quickly rasped out, wiping the tears that refused to stop falling. 

He let out a light chuckle, but it didn’t reach his eyes which were still troubled from your state.

“Kind of an odd story.. Do you remember when we were going through old photos of us when we were kids?”

“Yeah” you squeaked out.

“Well there was one photo of you with a Scooby Doo bandaid on your elbow, I think from when you tried skateboarding and it didn’t end well. but I- uh, I thought it would be cute to get some online for purposes like these.. I'm sorry if it was a bad idea, I can get you a different one if you’d prefer.” 

He quickly got to his feet to turn to the bathroom counter, but you grabbed his hoodie before he could step away. 

“N-no it’s fine. I-I like it.. thank you, Noah”

“Then what’s got you upset?”

“It’s silly really.. it doesn’t matter. I’m all bandaged up so I can continue with dinner an-”

Noah cut you off, “The soup can wait, I wanna know what’s happening up here” . He took the hand that was resting on your cheek and tenderly poked your forehead, then placed it back on your cheek. 

“I saw the look on your face earlier, I just wanna make sure you’re okay, angel.”

“W-well, when you first started taking care of me in the kitchen, I realized that no one has ever really helped me take care of any sort of wounds, not since I was a child at least. But I've had so many instances of taking care of other people, l-like when the guitar string snapped and you got that gash on your hand.. a-and have always just thought it would be nice to receive the same care..” 

“Honey.. that isn’t silly at all. I’m glad I could be the one to take care of you, in fact I enjoyed it minus the fact it involved you getting hurt. I'll take care of you no matter how big or small the injury is. Hell, there doesn’t even need to be an injury. I love caring for you and I love you.”

The tears continued to fall from admitting your “not silly” confession, but they turned to loving tears once you heard Noah's piece about it. 

With a sniffle, you responded “I love you too. Thank you for taking care of me, bub.”

He grabbed your unbandaged hand, and raised you to your feet to engulf you in a hug. With a kiss to your forehead,“Anything for you sweetheart.”

Just then, you heard a loud thud coming from the kitchen, you and Noah quickly turned to run out and down the stairs to see what mischievous act your dog-daughter was up to. You two came entered the kitchen to Princess standing on her hind legs, with her front paws on the kitchen counter eating the celery and carrots with the cutting board on the floor. Thankfully, you dropped the knife in the middle of the island, along with any ingredients that could be dangerous to her (parental instincts). Once noticing you two were there, she immediately got down on the floor and pretended nothing ever happened. Noah went to put the cutting board back on the counter. 

“This reminds me, what was the noise that caused this?” You raised your bandaged finger for emphasis. 

“Oh, Princess rolled over in her dog bed and managed to knock over the side table with her back,” Noah giggled.

You went to the living room to see the damage, Noah following behind. Thankfully, it wasn’t terrible. The table and its contents were still on the floor since Noah rushed into the kitchen before fixing it. You set the table upright while Noah grabbed the scattered remotes and controllers from the floor. As you were putting everything back in its place, you heard another thud from the kitchen and looked over to Noah, who looked at you with the same entertained but slightly annoyed expression. 

“Well, I guess the ingredients for the soup have been stolen by someone” you said amusingly.

“I'll start a delivery order, the usual?”

“Yep.”

ok this was my time doing anything like this so i hope you enjoyed and if you have any feedback let me know!! thanks for reading <3

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floating

sydney adamu x afab!reader (no pronouns)

word count: 4.9k

warnings: weed, food mention, smut (switch!reader, switch!sydney, nipple play, fingering, cum play, scissoring, oral, dubcon cause you’re both high?)

description: you and sydney have the day off together for the first time in a while, and you take full advantage.

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It was a slow Sunday for you and Sydney, she had a day off from the restaurant after working twelve straight and you worked a late shift last night so neither of you were eager to start the day.

She started to stir awake about an hour after you woke up, but you just squeezed her tighter, not wanting to escape the little bubble the two of you were in.

That plan was ruined as soon as your stomach started growling, and you felt Syd laugh before you heard her. Shoulders shaking leading to her giggles reaching your ears and she eventually rolls over in your arms, gorgeous chestnut eyes meeting your own.

You don’t say anything right away, just soaking up the moment and letting your eyes drift over every inch of her face. Though you two have been together over a year now, Syd still gets embarrassed when you stare at her for too long. As expected, her hands slowly come up to cover her face but you’re not having any of that.

Gently grabbing them, you bring each hand to your lips, one at a time, and kiss her fingertips until all 10 have gotten your attention. Syd watches you, enraptured with how soft you always are with her, no matter what.

“Good morning.”

You finally break the silence, a tired smile spreading onto your face that matches Syd’s.

She doesn’t verbally reply, instead leaning in and gently pressing her lips to yours, doubling as a sign of gratitude for the tenderness you just displayed.

She moves to lean back away from you, but that chaste kiss wasn’t enough to satisfy your needs.

Leaning forward again, you capture her lips between yours, gently nibbling on her bottom one. Hearing a low moan, you smile, knowing she’s just as needy as you.

Your victory is short lived though as Syd fully separates from you and starts climbing out of bed.

“Morning breath, babe, I need to brush my teeth.”

You roll onto your back, a groan leaving your lips, you were sure you were gonna get your sweet lady kisses on.

“You’re not a real lover! I don’t care about that, I just want to kiss you.”

Syd can hear the pout in your voice but that’s not enough to bring her back to bed.

“If you get up, we can make breakfast together. Or lunch, what time is it?”

You watch her walk into the bathroom, only covered by one of your big t-shirts and nothing else, a result of the summer heat. God, her legs were insane. You swear you could actually eat her alive.

“Whatever it is, it’s my time of death! Because you starved me of attention and I couldn’t handle it!”

Syd walks back into the room with an eyebrow raised and a smile on her face.

“You are literally the most dramatic person I’ve ever met, holy shit.”

You fully sit up now, scooting to the edge of the bed and slightly spreading your legs.

“But also the sexiest.”

Wiggling your eyebrows, Syd full on laughs and has to run back into the bathroom before toothpaste spills out of her mouth. She walks back in a minute later, patting her mouth with her hand and makes her way over to you.

“Smart ass.”

You reach out for her and thankfully, she lets you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her stomach flush to your face. Sliding your hands further down, you feel how supple her skin is and breathe in her scent.

“Speaking of ass…”

Lightly smacking her left cheek, Syd lets out a soft gasp, not expecting that at all.

“Babe!”

You look up at her, resting your chin above her bellybutton.

“Oh come on, you know how good you look, I can’t do anything about it?”

She rolls her eyes at you, but you see a hint of a smile threatening to break through.

“Actually, what I really wanted to do…”

Partially spinning her around, you reach around her and lower your head, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh you just slapped.

“Ow! What the fuck?!”

She pushes you back onto the bed, looking down and inspecting where you just bit her.

“What was that for?!”

You just look up at her, knowing your face is giving away how horny you are.

“I just wanted a taste.”

Her eyebrows furrow at that, and you start laughing at your own joke.

“You’re so annoying, I swear.”

Syd starts walking away, but you move quicker than her, catching her hand with your own and pulling her back to you.

“Please, okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bite you that hard. Even thought that hasn’t bothered you before…”

You whisper the last part, but Syd still raises an eyebrow at you.

Sheepishly smiling, you interlock both sets of fingers with her, wanting to feel her skin against yours.

“Can I please just finger you or give you head or something? We don’t have to kiss, I just woke up really horny and I need to feel you.”

She didn’t show it, but heat started pooling in Syd’s stomach at your words. You were always a big giver when it came to sex, and though it wasn’t new for you to ask something like this, it always made her feel wanted.

Biting her lower lip, she pretended to mull it over, but you knew she’d say yes, you were amazing in bed.

“Fine. Be quick though, I’m hungry.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she sighed, you were definitely going to say something corny now.

“Oh baby, so. Am. I.”

You press gentle kisses to her stomach between words, releasing her hands as you slowly push up her shirt to give you access to her skin.

Her eyes flutter shut, as much shit as she gave you, she loved you as much as you loved her, she just showed it in a different way.

Hers was more acts of service, she liked to do things for you without you asking, or cook you a nice meal at the end of a long—

“Oh fuck.”

She gasped, your fingers slipped between her folds, gathering the beginning of her wetness.

“Mmm, I had a feeling you were horny too, glad I was right. As usual.”

Syd opens her mouth to protest, but then your thumb presses against her clit, and the sentence on the tip of her tongue vanishes with a strangled groan.

You begin circling her clit and short gasps start leaving Syd’s lips. Her noises only spur you on and you move your free hand to her hip, gripping it and then slowly sliding it to her back, applying pressure there.

She gets the hint and moves forward to kneel on the bed, her legs on either side of your stomach. This new position allows you better access, and you move your thumb away from her clit as you press your index finger to her entrance.

“Ugh, stop teasing, I need—“

“More?”

Syd looks down at you and scoffs, your shit eating grin was the last thing she wanted to see right now. You were always so cocky when you were topping, but for good reason, no one else had ever made her feel like this, not even close.

“Yes, more, ugh.”

You decide not to tease her like you normally would, you were probably more turned on than she was at this point and needed to be inside her as soon as humanly possible.

Immediately entering your finger into her pussy, she moans and you drop your head to her stomach again, pressing kisses there. She starts grinding down onto your hand, and you take the opportunity to look up.

Syd’s head is thrown back, eyes closed, chest heaving. You’ve barely even touched her and she’s reacting like this. If your ego wasn’t inflated before, it sure as hell is now.

Slipping a second finger into her, she gasps and slides her hands onto your shoulders, digging into them without any regard for you. Not that mattered anyway, you would never say or do anything to ruin this moment.

“Just like that, please.”

Unsure if you should start rubbing her clit again or start reaching for her g-spot, you decide, why not both?

Curling your fingers at the same time your thumb starts circling her swollen clit, she starts rocking back and forth, doing anything she can to feel you deeper inside of her.

“Oh my god, I’m so close, baby, right there.”

Hearing those words, you decide to move your hand from her back to her stomach, pushing up her shirt as much as possible, exposing a perfectly brown nipple to you.

It takes a couple tries because Syd is moving so much, but you eventually take an erect bud into your mouth, suckling it just enough to pull another moan from the woman above you.

“Yes, ah, that feels so good…”

You can feel her clenching, and you decide it’s time to let her finish.

Grazing your teeth on her nipple and pressing against that spongy spot inside of her, Syd lets out a high pitched whine, squeezing around your fingers as you feel a gush of wetness covering your hand, sliding down to your wrist.

“Fuck!”

Slowly guiding her through her climax, you gently slide your fingers in and out of her, pressing her clit ever so softly as she rides it out.

Syd eventually slumps against you and you move the hand holding her shirt to the small of her back, giving her the support she needs.

Kissing up her chest towards her shoulder up to her neck, Syd catches her breath, not expecting such a strong orgasm first thing after waking up.

“Wow, baby, I…shit.”

She feels your smile in the crook of her neck where you’re peppering kisses. You fully remove your fingers from inside of her but keep them between her thighs, drawing shapes with her cum.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. That was nice.”

You lift your head up at that, looking her in the eyes.

“Just ‘nice’? You were moaning pretty loud for ‘nice’.”

Syd climbs off of you and stands up, legs still shaky but determined to keep the upper hand.

“Yup. Now come on, I’m gonna make breakfast, you earned it.”

A laugh leaves your lips at that, Syd is such an interesting girlfriend, you’ll admit.

“Oh I earned it? Okay, I’ll take that.”

An idea pops into your head and before Syd can turn around and leave, you lock eyes with her and raise your fingers that were just inside of her to your mouth.

“Not sure it’ll taste better than this though.”

Your tongue flicks out and teases the tip of your index finger, eyes involuntarily fluttering shut.

Fuck, you’ll never get tired of this.

All Syd can do is watch, mouth slightly open and breath ragged as you suck every last drop of her cum from your fingers, even licking down your palm to your wrist.

God, she really did make a mess, didn’t she?

“Mmm, that was a good appetizer.”

That cheesy remark breaks Syd from her trance and she scoffs, turning around and heading into the bathroom to clean herself up.

You meet her there a minute later to brush your teeth, sauntering in with your chest puffed out and a smirk on your face.

It takes Syd longer than she thought to clean up, you really did a number on her. The sounds she was making mere minutes ago are replaying in your head as you go through your morning routine.

Now that you’re more awake, you realize you haven’t had sex in almost a month. Neither of your off days have lined up, so by the time you were both home from work, you were too tired to do anything more than cuddle and fall asleep.

That thought re-energizes you, and as Syd brushes past you to leave the bathroom, you gently grab her waist and spin her back towards you, capturing her lips in a firm kiss.

A noise of surprise leaves Syd’s lips but she melts into you right away, missing the feeling. You do have to admit, the minty taste in her mouth is more enjoyable than morning breath.

This time, she lets your tongue tangle with hers without a fight, softly moaning and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. Smiling into the kiss, this is exactly what you’ve been craving since you woke up, quality time with your girlfriend.

After a few minutes of making out, Syd starts getting impatient and reaches for the hem of your shirt when you pin both of her hands to the wall behind her and break the kiss. Seeing the shock on her face, you peck her lips and give her a fake confused look.

“Aren’t you gonna make me breakfast first?”

Smirking as you leave the bathroom, you walk back into Syd’s room to retrieve your box of weed, hearing a loud “Tease!” behind you.

After locating it, you bring it to the kitchen where you smell an aroma of fruit and sugar and you know your girlfriend is making your favorite breakfast dish of hers, French toast. Mouth watering, you walk up behind her and lay your head on her shoulder, looking at the food on the stove.

“That all for me?”

Syd smiles, leaning back into your body and feeling your free hand wrap around her stomach.

“I did say you earned it.”

Leaning your head down, you start nibbling a specific spot under her ear, the one you know gets her going. Hearing a soft moan, you take that as a sign to continue and start sucking a hickey into your lover’s skin, making sure to bite it when you’re done.

Turning the stove burner to low and facing you, Syd attaches her lips to yours and pushes you back against the kitchen island, the two of you now fighting for dominance. Prior tasks forgotten for the moment, you set the weed box down and slide both of your arms around her waist as Syd runs both of her hands up the back of your neck to cup your head.

Sliding one of her legs between your thighs, she applies pressure upwards and swallows the moan that escapes your mouth.

That snaps you out of your trance, and you slowly part from Syd, still keeping your faces close.

“It’s actually taking everything in me not to take you back to bed and fuck you into the mattress.”

Her knees almost buckle at that, the fact that your normally goofy self can also be this seductive is not good for her heart. Still, she pursues, nipping at your jaw.

“Why don’t you, then?”, Syd rasps out.

“I’m still hungry. And I wanna smoke first.”

Lifting her head up slowly, the bashful smile on your face almost makes her forget that you’ve given her blue balls twice this morning (or afternoon).

“Are you serious right now?”

“I don’t want your amazing cooking going to waste, babe. Really, I’m thinking of you.”

You press a quick kiss to her forehead and slide out from between her arms, heading to the kitchen table and pulling out your things to roll up. Shooting her a huge smile, you start breaking up the nugs and put them into the grinder as Syd faces the stove again, quickly trying to finish up the food.

A little while later, two perfectly rolled joints are sitting in your hand, waiting for your girlfriend to look over at them as she finishes plating your guys’ meals.

“You ready?”

Glancing up at you, she starts to respond that she’ll smoke after, when you pout and hold up the custom lighter she got you as a birthday gift last year.

“But we’re waiting for you.”

Rolling her eyes, Syd walks over to the cracked open window you’re sitting in front of and plucks one of the joints from your hand.

“I’m not smoking a whole one now, I still have to clean after we eat.”

Grinning, you pull her to stand in the middle of your spread legs and light the cone nestled between her plump lips.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

Taking a deep breath in, Syd’s eyes gently close as she feels the smoke fill her lungs, the emotion similar to hanging out with an old friend after not seeing them for a while.

You gently take it from her, admiring the way the sunlight is hitting her from this angle. All soft curves and deep brown skin, you want to commit this vision to memory as best you can.

Exhaling slowly, Syd’s eyes open just in time to see you gazing at her, and her shyness from this morning makes its return.

“Stop looking at me like that, god.”

She moves to turn her face away from you but you’re able to grasp her cheek in your hand before she does, shaking your head. Exhaling through your nose, you tell her, “Don’t.”

The weed now taking effect, a lazy smile starts spreading across your face as you just stare at your girlfriend.

“I like you a lot.”

She laughs at that, taking the joint from you.

“Well, I would hope so.”

Shaking your head, you press your forehead to her chest before looking up at her and locking eyes.

“No, I mean like, you’re my favorite person in the world, y’know? I like you that much.”

That causes Syd’s heart to skip a beat, you’re never one to hide your feelings, good or bad, and she loves that about you. In lieu of a response, she ducks her head down to kiss you, letting her lips do the talking for her.

Before you know it, the two of you have finished your smoke session and are returning to the kitchen table hand in hand. You slide out Syd’s chair for her, causing her to giggle and curtsy before allowing you to push her seat in. Running over to your place, you sit down and touch your fork to hers in a cute gesture before digging into the meal she made for you both.

Moaning at the taste, you swallow your first bite before giving your compliments to the chef, causing her to smile. The two of you barely speak the rest of the time, enjoying the food more intensely than usual.

When you’re finished, you gather the dishes and quickly wash them in the sink, crossing one thing off of the day’s to-do list. As Syd gets up from the table, you make your way over to her, cupping her cheeks and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, savoring the sugary taste of them.

“You know, I don’t have enough cash for my meal…you take any other forms of payment?”

She giggles against your mouth, your cheesiness was ten times worse when you were high but it always made her laugh.

“Now that you mention it, I remember you saying something about giving me head earlier? I’d be down with that.”

Now you’re talking.

“Heard, chef.”

Placing your hands under her thighs and picking her up, Syd wraps her legs around your waist, the two of you kissing the entire way to your shared bedroom. You delicately lay her down in the middle of the bed, her breathing already starting to pick up.

“I’m gonna take my time with you, baby, don’t worry.”

A soft whine escapes Syd’s mouth and she bites her bottom lip in anticipation. Leaning over her, you lift the bottom of her shirt up and it takes her no time to get the memo, taking it off immediately and throwing it to the other side of the room.

You look over your shoulder to where the clothing disappeared to, and then back to Syd.

“Impatient much?”

“Don’t even start, you’ve been teasing me all day, and you know smoking makes me horny.”

You laugh out loud at that, smile lines appearing next to your eyes.

“That’s true, I’m sorry honey, it’s just so much fun sometimes.”

“Yeah, okay, take your clothes off already, I wanna see you naked.”

Syd leans back on her elbows, expectant look on her face paired with a raised eyebrow. Deciding to give her a little show, you sit back on your legs, every so slowly lifting your shirt. Your girlfriend gets impatient and tries to help you take it off, but you smack her hand away.

“I can do it myself, thank you.”

Scoffing and rolling her eyes, Syd pretends to be annoyed but the unmistakable look on her face tells you otherwise. She watches as you finally lift your top over your chest, then your shoulders, and finally your head, dropping it next to you for emphasis.

Eyes locked with the woman underneath you, you dip your hand between your own legs, slowly dragging two fingers through your wetness and all she can do is watch. A short gasp escapes your mouth as you reach your clit, pulling your digits out and placing them just short of Syd’s lips. Before she can reach out and get a taste, you drop them between her legs and gently prod at her entrance.

“Oh fuck.”

Kissing up Syd’s neck towards her jaw, you whisper in her ear, “I wanna taste you.”

Pulling away, you push your girlfriend until her back hits the mattress and you settle between her legs, pulling them onto your shoulders and nibbling the inside of her knee.

Her pupils are blown wide at this point, not even attempting to say anything sarcastic. You lazily lick up the inside of one thigh, switching to the other to see if you can pull some sort of snarky reply from her, but nothing. Now that you’ve got the green light, you dip your head down and drag your tongue between her folds.

Hearing a sharp inhale, a smile blooms on your face, all the little sounds Syd makes during sex are one of your favorite parts of it. She does her best to not make much noise since the apartment walls are thin, but every once in a while, she rewards you with her moans.

Today, you’re taking your time, savoring both the moment and her taste. Normally, you’d be making eye contact with Syd the entire time you eat her out, but right now, your senses are heightened and closing your eyes makes you swear you can taste things you’ve never experienced before.

A few minutes go by, and Syd starts growing impatient. Her head feels like lead as she lifts it up to look at you between her legs, whatever she was going to tell you forgotten as she sees the blissed out expression on your face.

God, you looked so good like this. Drunk on all she’s giving you, never complaining, even if she wanted you to be between her legs for hours. Which you have done before.

“Baby.”

Your eyes slowly open, looking at your girlfriend with all the adoration in the world.

“Yes, my love?”

Sydney cocks her head, almost cooing at you.

“I adore you and I love that you’re taking your time, but I need more. Please.”

Nodding your head, you drag your hand from Syd’s knee to her clit, drawing circles around it with your thumb as you lower your face and dip your tongue inside of her. Her head falls back onto the pillows behind her and she begins fisting the sheets.

“Oh yes, that’s perfect.”

Finding the rhythm through the haze in your brain, the noises you were hoping for earlier are coming to fruition, Syd letting out a gentle moan as you start spelling out your name. She slides one of her hands to the back of your head, pulling you closer to her pussy and you know you’re exactly where she needs you.

Entering your tongue as deep as it can go, you reach for that special spot inside of her, eventually reaching it when she lets out an especially high pitched whine.

That one’s new.

Spurred on by her reaction, you begin applying more pressure to her clit, hungry for more noises. Now you’re in the zone, every little wriggle and gasp from the angel above you is motivation to make her cum as hard as possible.

Eventually, you remove your tongue and Syd opens her mouth to protest when you start sucking on her swollen nub instead and she actually mewls. Like a goddamn cat, you can’t believe it. Looking up at her, eyes instantly lock with her own and it would take an army to pull you off of her at this moment.

At this point, you slip two fingers inside of her, forgetting to stretch her out first but that proves unnecessary when she sucks both of them in immediately. Groaning around her clit, the vibration causes Syd to moan loudly, and you don’t even care that the neighbors can definitely hear you right now.

Now, you’re determined to make your girlfriend cum as soon as possible, you need to feel her clench around you, need to taste her on your tongue. Reaching as far as your fingers will go, you begin sliding them in and out at an even pace, and you feel toned thighs close around your head.

“Yes, right there baby, a little faster.”

Syd blindly reaches for your free hand, interlocking it with hers as you obey her request, pistoning your fingers between her walls and sucking her clit with fervor. That sends her tumbling over the edge, and she cums with a loud “Fuck!”, flooding your face and hand with her essence.

You begin licking her folds, drinking up every last drop she blessed you with as her head spins, having to resort to manually breathing. Nudging her sensitive bud with your nose, she whimpers and you freeze, a bolt of arousal shooting to your own pussy.

“Baby…”

“Uh huh?”

“I need—“

Cutting yourself off with a muffled moan, Syd’s head shoots up and she’s met with the sight of you grinding down into the mattress, eyes fighting to stay open. Not even waiting for you to finish your sentence, she slowly gets up and crawls over to you.

“Lay on your back.”

Obeying right away, your eyes follow your girlfriend’s movements as she kneels in front of you, grabbing you behind one knee and pushing it back as far as you can go. The stretch combined with your view has you biting your lip as you hold back a groan.

“Let me take care of you.”

Eyes almost rolling back at that simple statement, Syd slots herself atop you, pussies sliding together in perfect harmony, both of your wetness allowing for ample movement. Throwing your leg over her shoulder, she begins grinding down onto you, clits bumping and your high is making this feel ten times better than it ever has before.

High pitched whines start escaping your mouth and Syd swears she can come from those sounds alone. Bending down to get closer to you, she presses your knee to your chest and this new angle has you almost sucking her clit into your pussy.

“Fucking shit, oh my god, Syd!”

A devilish smile adorns your lover’s face, she has you right where she wants you.

“That feel good, baby?”

Frantically nodding, you can’t do much else as you feel the heat pooling in your lower stomach. A few more passes of that has you close, and you pull her mouth to your own to seal the deal. Both pairs of lips sliding together now, Syd reaches down to apply the perfect amount of pressure to your clit, and you’re gone.

A choked whine is the only announcement that you’re cumming, but your girlfriend takes it in stride, feeling the flood between your legs as your body is wracked with your orgasm. Shaking in her arms, she guides you through it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and pressing gentle kisses to your face.

The two of you are completely spent now, feeling like you’re floating and made of cement at the same time. Chests heaving, Syd traces shapes along your chest, trying to catch her breath as she listens to the shallowness of yours.

“Wow.”

All you can do is stare up at the ceiling and focus on the feeling of Syd’s fingers on your body. She then props her head on your shoulder, looking at you with stars in her eyes.

“That was amazing.”

Glancing over at her, you smile and drag your fingers along her back, feeling the softness of her skin.

“You’re amazing.”

Rolling her eyes, a giggle manages to escape as you kiss her forehead. The two of you lay there for a while in silence, not feeling the need to say anything. The sun begins to make its way in through the window and Syd is reminded of the chores that need attending to.

“Damn, I still gotta clean the living room.”

Sighing, she moves to separate from you when a loud squelching noise announces itself between both of your legs.

“Maybe a shower first, though.”

You tuck your face into her shoulder, letting out a laugh as she joins you, wrapping you in her arms.

You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.