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Simeon trudges along the soft carpet to answer Purgatory Hall's door. He vaguely remembers someone was supposed to visit, but in his mind's haze he can't seem to recall who. Between the endless explosions from Solomon's room and late nights comforting Luke after a long day, the angel was exhausted.
The front door creaks open to reveal your smiling face. Your smile quickly drops as you take in Simeon's state. He realizes how he must look. Disheveled clothes, oily skin, probably several stains on his robes. He's fairly sure he should be ashamed, but he's too tired. "I apologize, I'm not exactly... put together." He flashes you a quick smile, hoping to dispel your worries.
You tsk at him and gently push past him into the house. An alarm goes off in his mind, a bit too late, that he should be a gracious host and invite you in. But since it's you, he supposes, there's not much point in telling you to make yourself at home. He watches you drop your bag on the floor and shove it out of the way with your foot. You're looking at him, he realizes. Expectantly. "Um... I'm sorry. What?" Your lips twist (in what? Worry? Disappointment? Has he done something wrong?) and you let out a breath.
"I said, I know your roommates have been getting to you." He nods quickly, eager to show he's listening this time. "So I took the liberty of finding them excuses to not be here tonight. They're safe and in good company, but that leaves you here. Alone, with no distractions." You grin at him, almost evilly. "Which means you don't have any excuse to refuse my help."
You make quick work of boiling water for tea and running a bath. Simeon, having been sternly commanded to not help in any way, is perched awkwardly on a stool in the kitchen. He watches you rush back and forth between rooms, making sure neither the kettle and the tub can overflow. It's almost amusing, watching you run about like this all for him. Yes, he thinks, it's amusing, and endearing, but if he thinks too long about that he might really say something he shouldn't.
You push a mug full of hot tea towards him from across the counter and stare him down until he drinks. It's warm, the warmest, sweetest thing he's tasted for weeks. He didn't even think he liked this blend. There must be something about your fingers making it that dripped pure nectar into it. He sips slowly, letting his tongue wrap around every drop. He wouldn't dare waste a bit of the liquid gold you'd given him. The silence stretches over the kitchen like a warm blanket and he closes his eyes as he drinks. Your footsteps fade as you go to check the bathroom and he finds himself missing the sound of your breathing.
He drains his mug and heaves himself to his feet. You meet him midway to the bathroom and place a warm hand on his shoulder, guiding him down the hall. Only his angel sensibilities stop him from stripping down as soon as he sees the tub. He sees a thick layer of tiny bubbles floating over the water's surface, and a gentle floral scent rises up to greet him. He swears he could kiss you here and now.
You face him, hand on his arm, and he finds every detail of your lips as you speak. "I don't mean for this to be awkward or anything, but I've been tired like this before and I know how hard simple things can be. So I wanted to tell you if you need any help with this, I'll be right here." You turn to walk out, but he catches hold of your hand.
"Please. It's..." He trails off, embarrassed. "My hair. I don't even know how long it's been since I've washed it." You nod and respectfully face the wall as he disrobes. The noise that leaves his mouth as he lowers himself into the water would be sinful anywhere else. He feels the tension is his back loosen as the warm ripples lap against his skin. When did he get so tired? When had moving a single muscle become such a chore?
You settle on the edge of the tub and gently tilt his head back. He hears you rummage around for his shampoo and finally smells that familiar teakwood scent that drifts down from your fingers. You work his hair into a lather, so slowly he thinks you must be trying to put him to sleep. He doesn't even want to look at what color the bubbles must be coming off his hair, so he shuts his eyes and leans back into your hands. You chuckle softly and rinse his head ever so carefully, making sure to shield his eyes. He hears a generous amount of condition plop into your palm and you indulge him in what's practically a scalp massage, going over his head with your fingertips again and again.
You gasp softly and your fingers stop. Simeon's eyes snap open in fear, imagining what horrors you could've found in his hair. "I'm so sorry, I knew it was dirty, I shouldn't have-"
"You're glowing."
"Sorry?"
"Simeon, you're glowing."
His arm sloshes up from the depths of the tub as he checks for himself, and sure enough, an ochre glow emanates from under his skin. "Ah. That must be a quirk specific to angels. It's entirely subconscious, because it only happens in times of utmost happiness." You smile wide, fascinated as he explains.
"So that means..." You trail off expectantly.
He blushes and settles back under the water, an excuse to tear himself away from that blinding smile. "It means you make me happy." he says simply. You're silent for a moment as you work and he wonders if that was too much. Your fingers caress the hinge of his jaw and tilt his head back again, and he opens his eyes just in time to be met with your lips pressed to his forehead. It only lasts for a brief moment, but he thinks he could live like this for eternity.
Neither of you say anything as Simeon finally stands and dries off. Neither of you need to. Your hand wraps around his arm and he finds himself not caring the least but about where you're taking him. The two of you end up on the living room couch as you painstakingly detangle his hair while a late-night reality show plays softly in the background. The manners that the Celestial Realm has taught him over centuries remind him he ought to say thank you. He takes a breath, opens his mouth and shuts it again, silently. The silence is comfortable. In a world where everyone talks and no one ever listens, silence is trust. And right now he trusts you more than anything else in the three realms.
#I'm trying to post more often i swear#but then an idea ends up being this fucking long#and that doesnt happen lmao#obey me#obey me swd#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me simeon#om simeon#omswd simeon#obey me fluff#ephie writes#obey me simeon x reader
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just waited all day for my mother to come home from work because I needed to take my cat to the vet for a checkup (her eye is still not healing but I still don't have anyone to take me to the eye specialist that is three hours away) just to make sure her eye is not getting worse or she's losing more sight in it. I specifically asked her last night to please come home straight from work so I could borrow the car because the vet closes at 6 and I can't drive at night. she usually gets out at 2:30, sometimes 3 if she has to do overtime. but it was 4:40 when she JUST got home. the sun is already starting to set and by the time I get to the vet it'll be too dark for me to drive back. I'm confident she just fucking forgot and went off to my aunt's to eat and have coffee or whatever while I've been here getting everything ready so my cat is comfortable in her carrier and trying to not pass on my own stress onto her (đ) because I know that probably doesn't help her feel better. I know this was an accident on her part, I know this, but I'm just so done. she never takes me into account, I'm always having to move around her schedule and accommodate her! the one time I asked her to get home early (and not even because I was doing something fun or frivolous or whatever) and she makes extra sure to come back just as it gets too dark for me to drive. surprisingly, she noticed I was upset and asked me what was wrong but at this point I don't even bother to bring it up because she always just invalidates me and calls me hysterical or dramatic or like I'm playing the victim. (this is without even taking into account that the reason I'm so "hysterical" is because of my ocd/anxiety and because the vet literally told me my cat losing an eye is a possibility! like, I feel like I'm not pulling shit out of my ass when I say I have reason to be concerned about this! especially since I haven't been able to take her to the specialist even tho the vet told me to take her almost two weeks ago!) I'm just done. I'm lured into a false sense of security by her again and again and I fall for it every time! I'm done. once I'm out of here by march, I'm going low contact
#venting#sorry if this post brings anyone down#I normally try not to vent on here because if i did it would be all i talked about#but I'm just so done#the fact that everyone thinks I'm a bad daughter and abusive to HER#and that she's just too good and nice to stand up for herself#the fact that she herself hsr told me she ''used to blame the family problems on you'' to my FACE!#and even when i would tell her i was just a kid she wouldn't listen until her OWN SUPPORT GROUP told her she was wrong#it's just so hard to live in a totally different world from the rest of the universe#because i feel like I'm going crazy when i say she's abusive because she's the nicests person to everyone else#she keeps doing little things like this#that impede me from moving forward#and she keeps saying it's not on purpose but then why does she keep doing them??#(like a few months ago when i told her I would drop her off at work so i could take the car to do some important errands#and asked her to please not leave without me#and when i asked her what time she would leave in the morning she said 5:45 so i thought perfect!#I'll wake up at 5:30! I get ready real quick anyway!#and it's 5:25 when i hear the car in the driveway leaving! when she is usually running at least five minutes late!#and a few weeks later when i woke up super early again to drop her off and take the car#they were all outside before i was ready#car turned on and so i rush out panicked because obviously I'm thinking she'll leave me again if I don't hurry!#and I get in the car and tell her she was probably hoping to leave without me#which is when she called me dramatic and playing the victim#and idk maybe I'm making it all up because she's not like this with anyone else!)
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Ê MAMA IâM IN LOVE WITH 2 CRIMINALS ?! É
᥎êȘ«â sum. you had one job. interrogate two felonious criminals, not screw them both. but itâs a friday night and what happens in the interrogation room stays in the interrogation room, right? wrong.
warnings. fem! reader, modern au, criminals sukuna ryomen x toji fushiguro, unprotected, thrÄesome, tatted toji, manhandling, choking, dirty talk, double penn + cowgirl dp, praise, spıt roasting, size kink, Ćral (f & m receiving), gunplay, spıt, brÄeding, implied multiple rounds, nıpple play, overstim, dumbificaiton, theyâre kinda fruity
wc. 6.4k
âyouâre avoiding the question.â you utter with a vexed scoff.
these two, sukuna ryomen and toji fucking fushiguro. sleazy infamous criminals notoriously known within the city with a staggering criminal record underneath their belts. they were a duo, the duo. everyone knowsâwhere thereâs sukuna, thereâs toji. constantly always in and out of prison as if life was a mere game to them, a mere joke. your patience continues to run thin the more you stare at them blankly. those unfazed eyes, those smirks, they didnât take you seriously, especially with how easy on the eyes you were. you almost stammer over your words before peering back at toji. âmy eyes are up here. quit wasting my time.â
âeasy, girl. we already told ya we didnât do it,â toji brings two hands up to his chest with a sly smirk, pretending to be offended. he sat right beside sukuna, both in the same orange undifferentiated jumpsuits. âbesidesss,â and he leans up close to you, sliding a tongue against his slanted fabled scar. âfor a detective youâre pretty shit at your job. whereâs the eye contact, love?â
âyo toji donât piss her off,â sukuna cackles with his arms crossed. he leans against the steel chair, taking in your entire frame. as much as you could give them both an annoyed glower, toji was right. you were one of the if not the best local detective in your city, yet with these two, you were slacking in everything. you could barely stare into their eyes without looking away, embarrassingly fumbling over your words, a mess. sukuna hums in amusement, cocking a brow upwards. âbut yâknow, detective. it is kind of hard to confess our crimes when ya look this good on a friday night.â
the compliment immediately catches you off guard. the air suddenly grows thick. youâre squeezing your legs shut tight - the stretchy fabric of your tucked fishnets glues against your skin before you clear your throat.
âi know what youâre doing. âs not gonna work.â but who were you kidding, just a single comment as that had you all hot and bothered. questioning one criminal was one thing, but two at the same time was another. you didnât know how you were gonna get through the night. inside the dim lit interrogation room, it was quite spacey. luckily, it was pretty late at night so your superiors had left you alone to close. you insisted youâd question them then take them back to the station yourself. although, that certainly wasnât the plan.
the brick walls were rustic, it grew very quiet the moment you trailed off your words. the silence was almost deadly, so deadly that you could practically hear a pin drop. sukuna and toji, they were infamous for their crimesâburglaries, robberies, to keep it short, they werenât exactly good guys.
with a quick scratch toward his ripped pecs, toji glances around the room. sharp verdant hooded eyes gawk near the glass viewing window directly before he snickers. âsaaaay,â he hums in a gruff tone, lazily slouching back against his seat. âhow âbout ya take these handcuffs off ân weâll tell ya everything ya wanna know.â
ânice try,â you lean up against the table, finally staring right into their eyes - moreso toji. he flashes you a cheeky grin as you inch forward, sukuna keeping his eyes fixated on you also. with a quick glimpse, you peek down at your watch. âseriously, i donât have all day. i have somewhere to be in a hour, so-â
âhot date?â sukuna raises a brow, his collar from his jumpsuit ruffed out a bit. just that minor detail alone was so attractive. âso thatâs why youâre wearing pretty fishnets, mm. lucky guy.â
againâyouâre caught off guard. both men stare at you as if theyâre trapped inside your thoughts, already knowing what youâre about to say next. just casually reading every single thing that pops into your brain. were you that easy to read? you didnât actually have a date but you were going out. maybe being all dolled up on the job was a bit unprofessional. sheepishly abashed, you dig the soles of your boot heels into the carpet ground before muttering lowly, desperately trying to keep a straight face.
âmy personal life isnât whatâs important ⊠here,â and your eyes widen once you see toji with his hands apparently free.
how . . .
your eyes then trail at sukuna who had your handcuff keys right in his palm. sukuna freed his wrists and toji freed himself before the dark haired fugitive stands up to stretch. damn, they just have snuck it when you were fantasizing. again,
âyou were saying about yâer personal life?â the pink haired male hums, slowly making his way behind your edge table. you felt corneredâ oh, perhaps taking the final shift of the night wasnât the best idea.
no, it was a horrible idea.
yet, the more they got closer to you, the more you started to feel something ⊠feverish.
suddenly, between your thighs felt hot. with the bare bottoms of your shoes rubbing against your heel, toji cups your chin, staring right into your eyes. sukuna appears behind you, creeping, tossing your documents to the side and you grouse. âyou can get in a lot more trouble for touching me, toji,â you utter, both eyes of yours staring intently into his. the eye contact was so intimate â youâve never had a problem with eye contact until now. his smirk, he brushes a thumb against your bottom lip before scoffing. âs- seriously.â
sukunaâs crimson-red eyes reach towards the side of your hip, you were armed. cute, he hums whilst pondering just what his next step might be before toji cackles.
âokay and,â he purrs, leaning in just a bit deeper. you smelled the scent of alcohol lingering on his tongue. his eye contact was simply alluring, dark viridescent irises pool into yours before he looks at his partner. âheh, âkuna. you think weâll get less probation if we play with the pretty lady for a bit?â
sukuna goes next to you, snatching your pen from you and you gasp once heâs now gripping your entire face. you nearly gnaw on your lip, as you make direct eye contact. his touch was still surprisingly gentle nonetheless.
toji purrs, running a thumb against your skin-tight fishnets. ânah, right pretty girl? you ainât gonna rat on us, are ya? at least not when youâre this soaked.â
damn,
he was right again. the reason your legs were shut tight was because you were trying oh so desperately to hide the mess right between your thighs. it was embarrassingâthe stickiness that presses against your legs has you growing more and more aroused. so unprofessional, you had to keep repeating that in the back of your head. you were soddened, soaking right through your pretty laced panties despite how much you didnât want to come to terms with your filthy state. youâve dealt with so many criminals. more than you could count on both fingers, so what made these two any different? you didnât know, and quite frankly, you didnât care.
anymore,
technically if you wanted to be delusional, you were basically off work. so a little fun wouldnât matter.
then again, this little stunt would probably cost you your badge.
but screw it.
this kinda thing only happened in movies. and besides, it was only you currently on the clock. no one could even find out ⊠right?
wrong.
you of course werenât thinking about the future consequences that would creep up to follow you before you found yourself now shamefully on your knees for sukuna. he snickers at you, giving you a brief head pat before dragging your face up to his jeans.
âaw,â he murmurs, and you hear the low rasp of tojiâs chuckle behind you. rough hands of his caress against both sides of your ass before pulling up your pencil skirt. you try to turn around but sukuna makes you shift your focus back towards him. ânah, detective. isnât followinâ instructions part of yâer job? eyes down here..â
with a moan escaping from your throat, sukuna tugs down the lower part of his jumpsuit. the fabric ruffles and youâre met with a big bulge. oh, he was big. your first instinct was to paw at it with your hands, yet sukuna makes you rub your face against it. you canât help but moan, sticking out your tongue as your faceâs being smeared against his bulgy hard-on. âtoji, sheâs fuckinâ hungry. look at âer.â
toji hums, a finger of his trailing against your fishnets. they were skin tight, stuck against your skin like velcro. he groans, feeling the way you teasingly wriggle your ass against him. it was around midnight, surely no one would show up in the interrogation roomâ
although, the thought of it made you a bit more wet. you couldnât lie to yourself though, you were familiar with these two criminals. youâd be crazy not to, everyone knew the toji fushiguro and sukuna ryĆmen.
the duo,
you saw them all the time on local news. their mugshots would always get leaked. theyâd always smile in their shotsâgaining so much love from ladies. ironic, they even have fanfictions made about them.
thereâs toji with the smug eye half-lidded grin, and then sukuna with the raised chin, natural fang-like teeth and grim annoyed expression.
your job was to question them not to be on your knees, but you werenât complaining.
âall this ass,â toji snaps you out of your trance, gifting your rear a mean spank. the recoil of it drags you out of your little fantasm before you bite your lip and youâre facing directly forward. âwhat do ya want princess? want more donât ya?â
you nod, sukunaâs cupping your chin with a sneer but your ass is only met with another rude smack.
âi- i want you both,â you grumble, toji smugly hums from your cute attitude. heâs taking in all of you â your curves, the cute beige trench coat you had on in an attempt to cover up your secret flashy outfit underneath, all of it. toji was handsy, once he had his hands on your hips, they were glued on. he groans from your answer before a thumb slides against your waist. âplease.â
âbut detectiveâs arenât this dumb are they?â sukuna cranes his head to the right, squeezing both of your cheeks together with one hand. your lips were all glossy. he smears a thumb against them before leaning down to give you a kiss. you moan, kissing back before he pulls away, a lustrous concoction of spit departing from both mouths. âyou sure you not gonna rat us out? both our lives are technically in your hands, princess.â
âiâm not gonna t- ah,â you stop to gasp, feeling tojiâs bulge rub against you. his grip was delicate, he rubs yourself against him and groans. your arch was cute, bent over the table with your chest pressed against the multitude of paperwork. averting your lewd gaze back up towards sukuna, you loll out your tongue. he looks down, watching you create a snail trail of saliva near the middle part of his bulge. heâs so thick, the fabric tastes cottony against your tongue as you stare up at him. cerulean blue boxers with a tag sticking out from the side, yeah he definitely stole that. sukunaâs still got a grip on your scalp before he ogles at you pulling his boxers down. âs- so big.â
with a fat thumb still pressing down against your bottom lip, he coos out a sly tune. âscared yet?â and you prove him wrong by wrapping a hand around his base but god, he had staggering inches to him. tojiâs still behind you and you moan once you feel him bring a wet kiss to your right ass cheek. he gives it a smooch only to spank it yet again, playfully giving it a bite mark. sukuna had just the right amount of curve to him. heâs so heavy that it hangs a bit â a pretty tannish peel of foreskin that you just wanted to run your tongue along. so you do. your mouth starts to gradually water as you inch up closer, and closer . . and closer.
sukunaâs staring at you with ruby red irises. you present his tip with a tiny lick and he grunts, your tongue feeling cold and dampened. âugh, good girl. this is what that fuckinâ mouth should be used for. not talkinâ peopleâs ears off.â
his cock had a bit of a beige tanâsliding the top of your tongue against his frenulum, you watch as he grunts. sukunaâs fingers still maintain a firm enough grip against your scalp before you feel tojiâs tongue. you whine, feeling the aching sensation of the other criminal propped up behind you preparing for a taste. toji roughly yanks your panties to the side, already pulling down your fishnets before he runs his nose all down your sopping, slick slit. âmhm, âkuna sheâs already fuckinâ wet. all this time she was tryna get us to confess but her sloppy pussyâs the real culprit.â
rotund fingers of tojiâs brush against your folds that were happily presented out to himâyouâre facing forward and sukuna grabs ahold of his length. with a big hand, he rubs the tubby fat head of his tip over your face to make you moan before finally putting it in your mouth. heâs lengthy, you knew taking him inside would be quite the literal stretch. the girth too, so delicious. a vein that runs down the side of his shaft pulses in your mouth and you luxuriate in the taste. you hear the faint sound of ruffling behind you and itâs toji fondling with the holster thatâs attached to your hip. âm-mhm,â were your muffled babbles, slowly taking every inch of sukuna down your tight throat. up until heâs all the way down, you almost gag whilst toji sneaks your firearm from out of its protective belt.
damn,
not only were you soaking wet for two criminals you were supposed to interrogate, but you were also unarmed.
great,
sukuna grabs a fistful of your hair â slender fingers massaging your scalp before giving it a firm pull. a hand of his claws into your hair, tugging firmly at your roots that cling against your scalp. he gruffly groans at your tongue, watching as your eyes close and your throatâs just so warm. itâs tight, the tense muscles in his and tighten before he slowly starts to drag your head back and forth, âgood girl, no more talkinâ yeah,â and he peeks back at toji whoâs paying his attention to you from behind. the other criminalâs messy, smearing a thumb down your pulsating clit before sucking it. itâs long, long sluuuurps that makes your muffled moans grow louder. your body shakes vigorously. the unsteady squirms of your body makes toji chuckle and you feel his hot, tempid breath ghost again your folds. you try to turn around but sukuna prevents it, gripping the crown of your head. ânuh uh princess, eyes up here.â
your bodyâs mixed with so much emotions â the throbbing without you only grows stronger, and as youâre rutting against the table, you hear the loud repetitive creaks. the furniture was wooden and worse for wear, probably over a hundred years old youâd guess. sukunaâs thin nostrils flare up once he meets your gaze, watching your head bob. âmmhh,â you try to speak, but he hums, ruffling your hair.
âdonât try âta speak with your mouth full, baby,â he purrs to you in a rasp, a hand sliding underneath your chin, feeling the saliva trickle its way out the creaks of your lips. âyouâre so messy. fuckinâ slobber mouth.â
tojiâs practically making out with your cunt, pointed hooked tip of his nose brushing against your opening hood and you moan. heâs so nasty, taking every possible opportunity to spit on your cunt, later lapping it up with his tongue. two broad hands spread your ass open, lolling out his tongue to taste every inch you provided. âmhm,â he groans, occasionally swatting a sharp smack near both templed cheeks of your ass. you werenât gonna last at all, you knew that. you start to grind against his face and he hums, nibbling against your clit either a sly smile. âthaaaatâs it, fuck back against my face, give it ât me,â and your entire bodyâs shaking. as you throatâs being stuffed, your chest continues to rumble against the cold, slick table.
toji feels your hand sneaking between your pried open thighs before you try to cutely creep and touch yourself. âwhore, we donât do that.â he grumbles, smacking your hand away. you whine, eyes meeting back up at sukuna who shrugs with a grin. his way of telling you, â heâs right. donât touch yourself. â
as you taste a bit of pre-cum on your tongue, you lap your twitching moving muscle over sukunaâs slit that runs down his shaftâs head. he hisses, pulling you further onto his cock until he hears a tiny gag. âooh, âm reachinâ the roof, huh,â and itâs so much saliva pouring from your mouth that itâs slithering down the valley of your chest. your legs shiver, feeling the scrap of tojiâs scar tickle against your pussy â so good. he purposely rubs against your clit with it, feeling your hips continue to grind further back against his face. âshe likes your scar toji, sheâs kinky.â
âi know she does,â toji snickers, rubbing his face, smearing it all against your wet cunt. you whimper, faint hairs of his stubble sticking against your skin from the gripping slick. itâs just filthy, his tongue swirls all around your cunt before giving it a sloppy french kiss. youâre so close to the edge, focusing your mouth on sukunaâs cock, mentally pinching yourself because if this was a dream, you didnât want to ever wake up. tojiâs a freak though because you suddenly gasp sharply, feeling his thumb poke its way against your neglected, puckering hole.
âheh, canât forget about her too.â he gruffly jibes, his tongue flicking towards that same area before shifting back towards your needy cunt. your legs were so jittery, on its last and final hinges before you slide a hand inside your blouse.
âawww,â sukuna teases, watching your face contort into a mixture of pleasure. âsomeoneâs close, huh. you wanna make a mess on that bumâs face, pretty girl?â
âfuck you, man,â toji shoots him a glare before spreading your ass just a bit wider. his long tongue delves between your folds before your back arches against the table. giving your ass one final spank, you end up finishing and itâs so much.
youâre stunned, taken aback as you gush right on his face. his chin was sleek, dripping down with your honeyed juices that he laps clean. youâre a twitching, slobbering messâfrantically heaving through full lungs before many secondâs later, your throatâs being poured full of sweltering hot cum. itâs oozing down your throat slowly. you blink twice before even realizing itâs his taste thatâs filling up your mouth. sukunaâs meaty thighs tense as he drags you closer toward his cock. your nose bristles against his pink flushed pubes before he continues to dump an entire load right down your now full throat.
âgoddamn,â he sucks the air, watching as you swallow without him even having to tell youâyou look so pretty, pretty plump lips still sheeny and a few droplets of his seed bedaub against the left side of your cheek. âdidnât know defectives have such a nasty t- throat,â he groans, and thatâs when he leans down, pulling you into a sultry, warm kiss. toji rolls his eyes, getting up himself while rubbing his body against your already propped up ass. docile, blown irises remain on sukuna before he squeezes your chin, curling his tongue down your throat. he groans, tasting himself on your mouth, bitterly sweet.
âyeah just forget about me,â toji grimaces, and you feel sukunaâs lips contort into a subtle smile before pulling away. he darkly chuckles, eyeing his partner.
âoh, sweetheart donât be like that.â
âshut up,â he glares, and you hear a bit of shuffling. toji grabs your firearm and you take a few seconds to catch your breath. slow steady beats, you let off a tiny moan once you feel a smooth yet cold sensation rub against your pussy. shivering, you bite your lip before hearing yourself squelch continuously. âfuck, lemme see how wet you are, doll.â
you let off a tiny moan, feeling toji slowly skim the muzzle against your clit â you pulse from the friction, the criminal slicks a tongue against his scar at the sight. sukuna watches, cupping your chin once more. âwonder what yâr lieutenant might think of you. donât think this is in a detectiveâs handbook, is it not?â
ân- no,â you feel a wave of pleasure ripple through you. never in your life have you felt more aroused, tojiâs brushing the front part of the gun against your pussy before easing it inside.
easily, you coat it with your previous slick before it starts to slowly shove in. you whine, bringing a hand over your mouth. âmph,â and you hear a low cackle from behind, thighs shaking in pure rapture.
âis she wet enough, âtoj?â toji hums, giving you another brief head pat.
âyeah, fuckinâ slut made a mess already on the front sight,â he snarls. the tint in his pants growing hard. he pulls it out and already, itâs a slippery sheet of your sweet smearing over your own firearm. dirty thoughts purged your brain, imagining yourself using the exact same weapon on a threat, the same exact weapon that was just shoved deep into your cunt only a second ago.
you were egregiously throbbing and they both couldnât wait anymore, neither could you. toji takes a seat near one of the steel chairs, sitting manspread. heâs already got his jumpsuit pulled down, burly brawny muscles flexingâa few explicit tattoos painting on both sleeves of his beefy arm. heâs so chiseled, so fucking hot. a big hand rubs his lap before ushering you to sit with a single hand motion. âsit on it,â and a burning heat overtakes you, peering at his thick cock that was stood tall and on display. he was so big, a blushing reddened tip with an even bigger base. toji was thickset, you couldnât compare the two if you wanted. his neck lowers as you make your way on his lap, straddling him and preparing to align yourself. sopping wet sloshes squelches, you were drooling down from your cunt and right onto the fat tip of his dick. you moan, feeling how heâs slowly entering your heated core.
the stretch was so good â so fucking good.
âfuck, there we go baby. nice ân slow, yeah,â and toji catches sukuna staring, an annoyed scowl on his lips. âoh, sweetheart. âs someone jealous? why donât you get in here?â
âtch,â sukuna mumbles, and he goes up behind you. tojiâs barely in, halfway, yet it feels like full. you pulsed at the thought of both of them inside. sukuna hesitates though, planting a kiss near the inside of your nape. âwhaddya say, pretty. âs that okay? âd ya want both? can you take two?â
âyâ yes,â you suck your teeth, sucking a single sharp breath. toji was so fucking big, stirring up your insides so good until the butterflies fluttering inside your stomach died from the friction. it was a tight fit, and they both hum at how quick you were to respond. âi can take both. pleaseplease just hurry.â
âwhat âbout your âlil date?â toji teases, a big hand smacking against your ass â gifting it a solid firm squeeze. his thumb brushes against the soft skin before snickering at you. âboth holes, if we give you that, you promise this goes off the record?â
sukuna whispers against your ear, and heâs starting to delve his cock in also, tugging down his boxers halfway. âyeah, princess. no snitchinâ yeah?â
âp- promise,â you moan, the mixture of both cocks brewing up such a feeling of bliss. youâre steadily throbbing before your hips start to move into toji. with a loud pop, your cunt squelches as itâs double stuffed and they both huskily groan in simultaneous unison. so fucking big, your jaw drops at both tips puncturing into you at once. you feel it all, embarrassingly feeling the same familiar sheet of slick stick against your thighs. âoh my g-goddd.â
each body that stuck against each other was so hot, sukuna grabs your hips from the back and toji holds yours from the front. âfuck,â the pink haired man grunts, feeling how easily you clamp down against him. tojiâs cock kissesâfrench kisses against a spongey spot that makes you dumbly slump against his chest. âmhm, look at her toji. such a sloppy mess for two criminal cocks. maybe she should get arrested.â
âthen thatâd be no fun,â toji plays along, a scarred hand giving your right ass cheek a teasing grip.
the recoil bounces and bounces against his lap before heâs tossing his head back. occasionally, you spot his adamâs apple bobbing before he pants. youâre jerking your hips, trying to develop some kind of rhythm but itâs just rubbish. youâre trying, both cocks molding your walls with each merciless thrust. already, youâre drooling, brushing up against tojiâs chest. youâre hit face first against his titsânot even tits but with cups that big, you might as well call it that. thereâs not a single thought in your empty brain, and without thinking, you lean down to latch your mouth against his perky exposed nipples. âwha- fuckinâ weirdo.â
toji grunts, feeling you suck against his chest, rolling out your tongue into a swirl against each spot. youâre still being filled from both cores, both heated angles as your lashes flutter. oh, this felt like some kind of erotic fantasy, just being stuffed and sandwiched between two top dogs. the pit of your stomach grows feverishly warm and you whine, sucking against tojiâs tender skin. âaw, think you might be her favorite, toji.â sukuna jeers, steadying your hips a bit. his voice, his breath, it went right up against the lobe of your ear, giving it a teasing lick of its own.
you whimper, naturally arched brows creasing and furrowing together as you feel a coil snap.
they finally reached your g-spot, it feels soft and padded. âfuck fuuuuck, âs good,â you babble, pathetic sobs pouring from your lips as youâre practically humping tojiâs cock. sukuna fills you from behind, flustered crown repeatedly kissing up against clenching sexes. youâre transmitted in a dimwitted state, claws of your own fingernails digging into tojiâs beefy thighs. ângh, âs big. fuck, donât stopâ please.â
âwhat a fuckinâ blabbermouth,â toji grunts, watching as you paw your hands at his chest again. you werenât sucking on him anymore and he brings a hand over your mouth. ânasty girl. this what you really wanted all along, huh. you didnât wanna interrogate us, you just wanted to get stuffed, yeah?â
a silent reply comes out of your lips as youâre just covering their bases with a translucent puddled mess of your arousal â itâs messy, youâre messy.
âknock knock, dumb girl,â toji lightly knocks against your forehead, witnessing right before his eyes as your own pupils start to roll back. he removes his hand from your mouth and the intense friction of pleasures was so appetizing you could barely formulate an audible sentence. youâre still being filled in both areas, gummy walls taking in them both before you start to drool again. with a single hand, toji holds up your head as if heâs holding a trophy. âdonât tell me yâr already dumb, câmonnn. wanna hear that sweet voice.â
ât- tooooji,â was all you could babble out, rocking back and forth between each of them.
languid, slow hits against your core had your head spinning. with a sharp wind cutting straight out of your windpipe, youâre panting, clinging onto the dark haired man tightly. he eyes you with that same cunning smirk, clammy hands helping to reel you back and forth into his pelvis. sukuna groans lowly, edges of his teeth seeping down into the soft corners of your flesh. âfuck, âm so full. fuuuck.â
they both groan at the same time, feeling you suddenly clamp down, a squelch squeals out of your cunt before your legs merely collapse. with piles of hands roaming down your feverish skin, you start to feel your mouth salivate again.
sweet, salty saliva trickles its way into your mouth. you were so loud but your deafening thumping heart beats were even louder. âgood girl, doinâ so good takinâ us both. nice ân slow,â and the nape of your neckâs met with a chaste kiss from sukuna. âride this bum âtill he breaks for me, yeah?â
with wobbling legs preparing to surrender and fall in defeatâ you nod your head, picking up your pace just a bit. raven strands of unkempt hair run down tojiâs face before he groans. âmhm, nasty âlil girl. donât listen to him, âm not gonnaâ oh fuck.â
tojiâs caught off guard by how sloppy your hips become. a breath gets caught in his throat as youâre grinding against him, sucking them both in so filthy. with your clit repeatedly being smothered with kisses from each tip, you moan, throwing your arms over his shoulders. âhngh, toji. âm gonna cum,â you whisper in his ear, growing a bit of spine to kiss near his neck. he grunts, thick weighty cock slamming into you raw. as youâre so close up to him, you feel his jaw tighten at your hipsâsukunaâs hips following too. various pairs of hands grab onto your body, and you feel a jumble of bunch of figurative red handed prints clawing at your body. âtoji t- tojiiii,â youâre mewling out his name like a broken record. sukunaâs rude sharp smack against your ass making you add his name. âsukuna, fuuuck.â
âlook at him, heâs so close, baby,â sukuna murmurs against your ear, jerking your hips further against toji. tojiâs raspy groans grow rougher and he slouched back against the chair. youâre in nothing more than a cowgirl position yet youâre being double stuffed by two â on tojiâs lap and sukuna claiming you from behind. so lewd, heâs so close that he could almost taste his orgasm, the thought alone scratches such a carnal itch in his brain. a few fingers wrap around your neck, giving you a gentle tug before you croak out a squeak. âsuch a nasty detective. gettinâ wet for the people yâr supposed to be questioning,â and he reaches his a hand down between the crack of your thighs, feeling against your stuffed cunt. âshould be questioning this sloppy girl instead.â
âfuck fuuuuck,â toji growls, his own thigh starting to mimic the pace of your hips, bouncing back and forth. the curve of your hips swivel ân swirl around his lap, taking in each salacious thrust. itâs too good. the mean grip your walls has against his cock, both cocks was just too addictive. âshit, âm gonna cum, babygirl. âs gonna be so much.â
you lean in, planting a wet kiss against his scar and his mouth twitches at the sudden contact. âmhm,â you rut into him quicker, feeling sukunaâs fingertips ghost against the outer part of your neck. tojiâs eyes become half-lidded, sukunaâs following his movements â eventually matching each other in sync, in perfect harmony. both were reaching their peaks and it was just so inevitable.
slowly but surely, it was approaching. you felt that familiar bubble of pleasure fermenting in the bottom pits of your tummy all too well. itâs so good, by now you completely forgotten about the fact that you were supposed to go out tonight.
âfuck, where do you want it, pretty,â sukuna rasps against your ear, both hands slithering its way toward your bouncing tits. his thumbs prod against your sensitive nipples, swiping against the tender area as he watches you squirm in lewd ecstasy. you feel hot, dozens of meaningless babbles pouring out of your mouth. youâre a mess, barely able to comprehend what he said until he spanks your cunt a single greet. âtalkinâ to you, gimme a answer, princess. donât be rude.â
âi- inside,â you whimper, his touch against your breasts making you grind your hips further back against him. your rhythm was hypnotic, matching every single hit and thrust. both cocks deeply plunge their way into your walls until itâs buried way into the hilt. you whine, grabbing into sukunaâs hands yourself, making him squeeze harder. his touch, it made you throb. him spanking your cunt only made you twice as sopping wet though. more than you already were. âinside pleaseplease.â
ânasty,â toji tchs, gripping your chin to make you look up at him. youâre met with the coldest gaze. with a hand sliding down your spine from sukuna, toji brings your torso forward at a more quick pace to slam you quicker into them. you gasp, feeling both slit tips thwack and thwack into your weeping, swollen cunt. âfuckinâ â shit,â he growls lowly, and the moment finally comes.
the both of them at separate, divided times, finish deep inside you. a vastly oozing amount of cum emits into both holes raw and you huff.
whining, you fall into tojiâs chest, relishing in the sticky mess thatâs cascading deep into your womb. itâs hot, a flowing stream of seed that spouts all the way inside and youâre left dumbfounded and hungry for more.
oh, youâve never felt anything like it. a tingling sensation storms into the pit of your stomach as they both groan, dumping you full of their satiny ropes of cum.
âfuck,â sukuna grunts, holding your hips still so you could feel every drop, every single drop. he hisses at the brief sting, your walls gripping onto them tight, a tenaciously slimy mess skating down your plush thighs. âsuch a good girl, heh. right âtoj?â
âshutâ up,â he puffs out an elongated breath of fresh air. you moan, still shivering as you came undone yourself, making a cute attempt at riding out your orgasm. still, your hips were slow but barely cresting haste. toji looks at you with glossed eyes and for a split second, heâs speechless. âgoddamn baby, y- youâre a mess, yâknow that?â
your own eyelids were growing significantly heavy, barely able to keep themselves open. after a few seconds, sukuna pulls out, watching a foamy wad of cum â a milky base, coating around each base. itâs so hot, the stuffed cum pours out of you and you hear the needy squelches your cunt makes. desperately craving for more, utterly devestated that itâs now clenching on nothing except for tojiâs flaccid cock.
so messy,
he cranes your head toward him before brushing a thumb against your lip. âcâmere,â and his tone was low, you moan before leaning in to give him a kiss. your heart races, mentally swearing at yourself because this wasnât part of the job.
your boss, some middle-aged lieutenant was expecting a full report of alibis and details about each of their cases â and yet here you were, making out with one suspect and grinding on another. shame foils at your brain as your lips crash against sukunaâs, moaning at his minty, sugary taste before he abruptly breaks away. âcanât forget about you, big guy.â
as he pried himself off of you, you watch as the pink haired criminal leans in to kiss toji, his eyes widen, hearing a low cackle rumble against his lips before he returns the gesture. toji puffs, not knowing where to place his hands. you donât know why, but watching them sloppily make out made you throb. youâre still sitting on tojiâs lap with his twitching cock still buried inside of you. sukuna slyly smiles against the other felonâs mouth. his hand trails down tojiâs beefy body, stopping toward his shaft â he was so close to touching it but stops. that makes toji groan.
gradually, he pulls away - a sheeny web of spit departs from each lips and toji grows flustered.
âwhat the fuck.â toji grunts.
âoh, i heard that moan, donât deny it.â
it was like this the entire time â countless banner, a plethora of positions in the interrogation room. the same interrogation room where you were supposed to be interrogating.
but that didnât happen, and instead, youâve been left stuffed full more than youâve ever felt before. your clothes were practically torn and ruined, including your pretty fishnets.
with a sigh, youâre on your knees with both criminals gawking at you. their zipped up saffron-colored jumpsuits were back on and toji grabs your chin. âopen, baby,â and sukunaâs toying with your handcuffs. knees of yours bury into the solid sleek floor before you part your lips open. toji watches, whipping back out your firearm before pressing the barrel between your lips. âlick it.â
you moan, lapping your tongue against the metal pierceâsukuna watches, growing quiet and wonders what tojiâs gonna do next. you could feel your pulse through your ears again, itâs so loud that it puts booming speakers to shame.
pretty fluttering lashes of yours bat within each blink before toji bends down a bit toward your kneeling level. âgood girl,â he roughly replies, sticking a finger between the trigger. it toggles against it and you feel a heat of nerves prick against your skinâgiving birth to what appears to be goosebumps. toji has a smug grin, raising a dark brow. âyou trust me, baby?â
stupidly enough, without hesitation, you nod with the metallic taste of the weapon still lingering on your tastebuds. ây- yes,â and your voice is so soft and pathetic. you sounded needy, longing for more of their touch, more of their taste. âi trust you toji.â
he makes your mouth pry open a bit more. pretty swollen lips,
perfect.
the gun, your gun thatâs held currently in his hand, it goes straight into your mouth, your tongue flicks against the upper part of the barrel before he scoffs. âgood girl.â
and you hear a single clicking cock,
your eyes widen, and it takes you a minute to realize toji just pulled the trigger.
but nothing happens,
and suddenly, his boner was ruined.
âwell shit.â
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.đ„ Ę Ë LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON LEVI
fem!reader, sfw, fluff, you leave lipstick all over levi before a mission and the scouts find out, just something super cutesy & short while i work on some longer pieces hehe, pls ignore errors lol, 1.3k words
âpromise youâll come back in one piece?â you say, smoothing the wrinkle between leviâs brow with a kiss.Â
he glances up at you from under his lashes, crinkling his nose as a short, breathy laugh escapes him, one he tries to subdue. still, he canât deny the happiness that slips onto his features, not when joy is so fleeting because of the life that the two of you live.Â
cold hands run across your back, down to your hips as you straighten his collar, kissing his sharp cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. âiâve made it this far, havenât i?â levi mutters, squeezing your sides gently before shifting you off of his lap.
he lifts you, sets you on the edge of his desk, causing some of the papers that erwin had dropped off earlier to crinkle. a smile graces your lips as levi stands, stretching his limbs behind him, the chair pushing away from the desk with a creak.
âiâm going to be late because of you,â levi remarks, eyes narrowed playfully, but he gives you another kiss on the lips, lingering there like itâs painful to pull away.
âthen stop kissing me.â your hands splay across his chest, but you donât push him away, feeling his heart beat under his ribcage, the melody that you will always come back to. still, levi tugs your hips forward, slots in between your legs, and kisses you even deeper. âitâs time for you to go, captain levi.âÂ
a heavy sigh weighs against your mouth, his exhale warm as he pulls back. âsounds like you want me gone.âÂ
âof course i donât.â your voice softens as you play with his fingers for a moment, before he's tugging them away gently, withdrawing from your figure. âi'm going to have to find someone else to sleep next to while youâre away."
normally, you wouldâve been going with levi and the rest of the scouts, but an injury from your last mission prevented you from going on any more for a few weeks.Â
levi snorts, putting on his jacket, fixing the leather straps across his chest. âis that all iâm good for? killing titans and keeping your bed warm?â
you make a face at him, then shrug, half-hearted as he stares back at you with amusement. then, you laugh, cheerful and free; you know levi will come back to you. he has no other choice.Â
levi makes his way towards the door.Â
âlevi?âÂ
he turns, the lipstick stains still visible on his cheek, dark against his pale skin. for a moment, you wonder if you should tell himâif heâd be mad if you didnât.Â
but then you remember heâs going to meet with a squad of fifteen year olds that have all almost died alongside him. if they really have a problem with their captain being loved by you, then they donât care about him as much as you thought.Â
you smile and shake your head, voice holding just enough mischief for levi to notice. âjust be safe. i love you.âÂ
he softens. there are times where levi is hesitant to say the words, still worried you will be taken from him. but this is not one of those times. not when you will be separated for days, his life once again in danger. âi love you too, sweetheart.â
within ten minutes, levi is down to the first floor, pushing into the room where the members of his squad are already waiting.Â
heâs only a minute late, but he feels like they must have been waiting for hours, the way that they are all gawking at him with wide eyes, connieâs jaw faltering slightly. âeveryone here?â levi asks, doing a quick scan of the room, counting heads like heâs their babysitter.Â
no one says anything. erenâs eyes look like they might bulge out of his head, and jean covers his mouth, looking away as him and sasha let out a stifled giggle.Â
leviâs mouth draws into an even thinner line. âwhat the hell are you snickering about?" he grumbles, looking at each of them individually, wondering who will be the first to confess.Â
their eyes dart away dramatically, faces red. even eren, who is normally more obnoxious than the rest, seems to have run out of words to say.Â
his eye twitches; levi wonders if connieâs head might burst, or if sashaâs laugh will rip out of her first.Â
âwell?â levi asks again, snapping, already tired of this mission. a hot cup of tea sounds nice, in bed next to you.
armin, as usual, is the one to speak up when no one else has anything intelligent to say. âwell, sir,â the blonde says, gesturing towards his own face. âi thinkâŠâ
levi touches his cheek, remembering all the places youâd kissed him earlier, wearing that pretty black dress and your dark lipstick. a sigh leaves him when he pulls his fingers away, the tips coming back, smeared with a deep red.Â
he should've known.
âi see," levi says, staring for a moment, before meeting eren's eyes, his lips finally widening into a grin.
âooooh," eren sings, his expression smug as mikasa elbows him, her own features pinched tight. "the captainâs in looooove."
levi knows they are expecting a reaction, a spectacle of the fact that he adores you. but heâs never kept it a secret, and heâs certainly not ashamed of all the things he feels for you.Â
âand what if i am?â levi asks instead, pointedly staring eren down as the rest of the scouts watch the exchange. âhonestly, i am surprised no one noticed sooner.â
erenâs jaw falters a bit; a small wave of silence falls over the scouts. you and levi don't make a point of hiding your relationship, but really, levi shouldnât have been surprised that no one in his squad was observant enough to notice.Â
or so he thought, anyway.
historiaâs smaller, high-pitched voice breaks up the quiet, repeating your name back to him, as if affirmation that youâre the one he kisses goodnight. a silly question really, considering levi has never looked at anyone else with the same kind of tenderness.Â
âit is her, isnât it?â historia asks, smiling softly. âi only know because youâre always holding hands under the table when you think no one can see.â
levi raises his eyebrow. âclearly we were wrong about that.â though, of all the things to notice, he thought itâd be the way you kiss him after every mission, the way heâs harder on you than anyone else because he doesnât want to lose you.
eren shrieks your name like heâs never heard it before, and levi is starting to wonder if the boy actually is an idiot. his old squad had known immediately; petra caught you sneaking up to leviâs quarters when you thought everyone else was asleep, kissing him on the cheek when you thought everyone's back was turned.Â
itâs been a long time since then, he supposes. maybe the years have taught you subtlety.Â
âhow long have you been together?â
âdoes she actually like you?âÂ
âdo youââ connie makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. âyou know.âÂ
âconnie!â jean shouts, whacking him on the back of the head. âwhat do you think! dumbass.âÂ
âhey!" connie says, rubbing his head. âgeez. i just canât picture it.âÂ
"iâd rather you didnât." leviâs face turns sour, disturbed by a room full of teenagers discussing his private and romantic life. âbring it up again and iâll leave you outside of the wall on the next mission.â he pauses, crosses his arms with an exasperated exhale. âand she likes me just fine. at least, she has for the past five years.âÂ
âfiveââÂ
a new wave of questioning starts and levi pinches his temples, shakes his head, the red smear of lipstick still on his face.
levi almost wishes you couldâve been there to field the questions instead. youâve always been better with the kids, connected with them a lot easier than levi had.
even if it was wouldâve exposed his lovesick eyes, the tiny lift of the corner of his mouth when you were around.
heâs never been very good about hiding it anyway.
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Yan light who met you in highschool, the last year
Yan light who becomes your study partner, helping u and ur dumb lil brain
Yan light who starts realizing how cute you were, but never had a crush on u (he did he just never wanted to admit it)
Yan light who now has a crush on you after him trying to convince himself that you're not his type,
Yan light who now helps you with more than studying, whenever you don't have a pencil, he'll give it to you eagerly, whenever you want something from Amazon but your too broke, he'll buy it for you, whenever your too lazy to work on assignments, you call him and he'll let you copy
Yan light who is now your friend rather than study buddie
Yan light who sits with you during lunch, not bothering to hang out with his other popular friends, telling you that he prefers you
Yan light who stares at you during class, thinking of all the things you could do to him before shaking his head, and covering his blushing face
Yan light who convinces his sister that you're his gf, and that's why you keep coming over to his house.
Yan light who now is by your side 24/7, walking you to classes, holding your backpack for you as you ramble about the girl u don't fw, walking you home, and more
Yan light whose house you go to for a study session, but you knew it was just gonna turn out to you rambling about drama as he watched you with heart eyes, hand on your thigh
Yan light who convinces you to stay over, saying "N/n, it's too dark out, just stay here yeah?"
Yan light who you ask "Light, where am I gonna sleep?"
Yan light who smiles, and says "In my bed, where else, sweetheart?" As if it was the most obvious thing in the world
Yan light who cuddles you throughout the night, arms around your waist as he whines when you try to pull away from him
Yan light who now tells you to go to the college he's going to, giving you puppy dog eyes as you refuse
"Sweetheart, come into the college I'm going to, you don't wanna be separated do you?"
"Honey, what do you mean your too dumb? Just copy off me, my love."
Yan light who makes you go to his college, smiling at you when you finally tell him "Fine, I'll go to your college."
Yan light who now barely lets you go to your own house, "Am I not good enough for you, love?" He asks with tears in his eyes like bro I just asked u if I could go home
Yan light who cooks and cleans for you, "Honey, do you want me to make you some pasta for tonight?" He saids all giggly, his sister just gags in disgust bc why is her rat brother acting like a middle school girl in love
Yan light who is literally 3 seconds away from smashing the TV in his room because your busy playing GTA rather than him, he's literally half naked, wanting you to touch him and your playing GTA tryna run from the cops?! How dare you, just watch, he'll get rid of that fucking ga-
"hey wife, can ya bring me my water?" You ask, you gave him a glance making him perk up, knowing that if u called him wife, he'll do anything for u
"Okay! âĄ" What was he thinking about again?
Yan light who finally got the death note, and told you "If you fucking even look at someone else other than me, I'll kill them."
"wife, you barely even let me see my own family"
Yan light who Misa finally meets up with
"Light! I'm your classmate, and you dropped this book!" Misa said, showing the book as light makes her follow her to his room. You were inside the room, playing rock paper scissors with ryuk the homie
Oh yeah that lil bitch light showed you the death note and practically said he'll rip anyone's skull if they even bother to look in your direction, genuinely u weren't even shocked bc ur wife was just like that fr fr but anyway now ur homies with ryuk
They both walked into the room, and Misa was quick to glare at you. 'Light is my love, and I am his so why is this homewrecker all up in his bed like that!' was her train of thought, ready to launch at you before seeing Lights dark glare on here
"Don't even fucking think about it, now why are you here?"
They talked and Misa told him if he dated anyone but her, she'll kill them.
"thats...too bad, I'm already y/ns wife"
Yan light who is your wife that kills anyone who gets between you both <333
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HOPE YALL LIKED THIS ONE I LITERALLY WAS HALF ASLEEP
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DREAM RECALL âžâž He pulls away from you with a perplexed expression. Then he laughs, itâs short, cruel, he shakes his head. âDonât be funnyâ, he mutters as he runs a hand through his dark hair. âYou know I have a girlfriend, nerd.â He spits the words out like the venomous bite of a snake. His gaze drops to your unbuttoned blazer, briefly passing the harsh bruises on your chest. â âDonât think youâre anything else besides a quick fuck.â âžâž
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pairings popular/bully!yeonjun x nerd!reader(fem) college au ! warnings heavy bullying, violence, exploitation, cheating, drinking, yeonjun is an asshole for 80% of this, redemption arc, some angsty scenes, hurt-comfort sort of? this fic contains 3/4 descriptive smut scenes which include â oral (both f & m), penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, a handjob, lots of degrading (reader receiving) but also a splash of praise, some tit groping, implied marking, very soft sex at the end (yeonjun cries a little), reader is inexperienced = virginity loss, + yeonjun teaching her how to give a blowjob as always lmk if I missed any!
#serene adds â my god this fic has taken literal years off my life. But I could not have been happier with the outcome of it !! It's a long one, but I've tried to keep it interesting throughout it all for a lighter read. I'm not one to beg for feedback, but I will actually get down on my knees this time around. Please please comment/reblog or even send asks with your thoughts on it, I need it to be perceived in any way possible !! hehe please enjoy because I have slaved to get this done (if anyone notices the Skins reference in one scene, lets kiss)
(I was also slightly delirious when I read this through ahem...) anyway, ready, set go !
You donât exactly know how it started. The cheating, the lying, the sleepless nights, the crying, the heartbreak, Choi Yeonjun. One day he was justâŠthere. You had never met anyone like Yeonjun before yet you knew hundreds of people like him. He was everything, he was the cause of your pain, your tears, your self loathe. â But mostly importantly, Yeonjun was your first love. You would always remember him as that. You suppose it might have started on your first day at that college, back when you were only known as the junior transfer.Â
He was a senior. Perhaps it was a bit clichĂ©, you donât know, you didnât think so. But you remember it clearly, the first time you saw him. â The air was hot, suffocatingly so, despite it being early October. Your palms were sweaty, and you squeezed them together as your hands remained neatly clasped in front of you. The eyes of the other students weighed a ton and you felt your knees buckle under the pressure.Â
Your professor clears his throat as he steps up beside you, gazing out across the classroom. âWe have a new student todayâ, he announces what was already painfully obvious and you felt your cheeks redden further. Apart from a few sniggers here and there, silence follows. âWhy donât you introduce yourself?â His direct question made you flinch as you quickly glanced up from the floor, your gaze flitting between your professor and the large ocean of heads turned in your direction.Â
Your introduction was meek, the words getting caught in your throat as you stammered out your name. You could almost hear the smirks plastered on their faces as they drank in your fidgety frame. You jump when you feel your teacher's hand on your shoulder, âyour new classmate is a year younger than you guys, but due to her impressive work ethic she has finished the majority of her classes already. She will therefore be joining us for the time being.â â His words of praise felt more like a set up for humiliation and you watched as students leaned over to whisper in each otherâs ears, grinning at the words being passed around. You could hear the rumors already.Â
âWhy donât you take the seat over there?â Your new professor points to an empty desk by the very back and you breathe out a small sigh of relief, glad to be shielded from the peering eyes of your new classmates. But just as youâre about to step down and make your way toward the safe haven, you lock eyes with him. â Part of his face was shielded by his dark hair but you could clearly make out his brown eyes, staring right back at your own. Heâs quick to catch on to your stare and you watch as his lips stretch into a menacing smirk.Â
Forcing yourself to look away, you grab onto your bag as you quietly make your way past the many rows of desks. An outstretched foot makes you stumble forward and you barely manage to catch yourself. âCarefulâ, one of the girls turns in her seat as she eyes you with a not so friendly smile, âwouldnât want you to fall.â You give her a small nod as you hurriedly continue toward your own desk.
Thankful to have stepped away from the spotlight, you lean back as you let out a small breath. But it wasnât enough. As class went on you continued to catch the multiple glances thrown your way, the small chuckles, the papers being passed around. It all felt too familiar, and your heart slowly sank. â You pushed the feeling away, focusing on what you did best, studying. Class was a nice distraction, but after an hour and a half it came to an end. And as soon as your professor had shut the door behind him, chaos erupted.Â
The scraping of chairs against the stone floor filled the classroom as students turned to get a glimpse of you. It didnât take long for a small half circle to form around you, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.Â
âHow did you do it?âÂ
The first one to speak up was a lanky guy, he leans closer as he studies your uncertain face. Before you could even process the meaning of his question, a girl interrupted him, the same one who had tried to trip you over at the beginning of class. âI bet she slept with them, I mean, she must have.â â Her statement is followed by laughter as people nod in agreement. âBut how did you get them in bed?â Another girl asks as she looks you up and down with distaste, âsurely it wasnât whilst looking like that?â More laughter.Â
Your face might as well have been on fire as you glanced down toward your notes. âWhat if she drugged them?â Another guy chimes in as he points an accusing finger toward you. Hurriedly you shake your head as your lips part in a reply, a reply that immediately gets stuck in your throat as youâre interrupted.Â
âYou guys are being too harsh.â Another voice speaks up, everyone falls silent and soon the crowd parts as the guy you had made eye contact with earlier steps through. Heâs followed by two of his friends and the small group stops by your desk. âItâs obvious you guysâ, he exclaims as he leans down to come eyelevel with you. When this close, his sharp eyes somehow felt like daggers, boring into your soul as his lips curled into a smirk.Â
âSheâs a nerd.â He draws out each syllable like it was his last, his lips stretching wider as he sees your face fall. Small gasps and hums of agreement fill the silent room, as if everyone just instantly agreed with whatever he said. âDonât think of her as anything elseâ, he drawls, straightening his back once more as he stares you down.Â
You soon found out that his name was Choi Yeonjun.Â
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Your first day had only proven to be a small trial of the school year ahead. Word had quickly spread of the transfer student who took classes with the seniors, and wherever you went, you had eyes on you. â You tried your best to keep to yourself, to focus on your studies. That was how you had made it through your previous schools. But it seemed futile here, because no matter how low of a profile you kept, they always found a reason to pick and pull at you.Â
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing nerd?â She yells as she shoves you against the red lockers and you groan in pain. You couldnât remember her name, but you knew that she was a senior too, she sat two rows ahead of you and to the left. â Confused, you look up only to be met with a harsh slap to your face. âDonât play stupid, I know thatâs the last thing you are.â She sneers and your lips part in objection, though no words come out.Â
The girl signals for her friends to block either side of you, shutting off any escape routes as she rolls up her sleeves. âYou think you can just go through my shit like that? That I wouldnât know?â Her statement baffles you and your eyes widen, âwhat?â Another slap to your cheek, âright, come on now. Give it back.âÂ
You frown, âgive what back?â Her friends on either side of you grip onto your arms and you wince as they twist your limbs. She scoffs, âmy lipstick you idiot, I know it was you. Who else would take it? Besides, Iâve seen the way you eye it whenever I put it on.â â While her words were partly true, you did think that her lipstick was really pretty and often found your gaze lingering whenever she picked it up from her bag, you would never stoop to such a level as stealing.Â
âI didn't steal your lipstickâ, you croak out and she lets out a huff of disbelief. She goes off on yet another rant but youâre suddenly distracted as your eyes land on the small group of students walking by.Â
After your first day, Yeonjun hadnât addressed you once. He never picked on you, never engaged in gossip about you, he barely even acknowledged your existence. But you knew that he was behind most of what happened to you, because everyone listened to Choi Yeonjun. If he didnât like what was going on, he would put an end to it, but he never did.Â
You often saw him in the halls, he was always followed by his two friends. On your second day you had learned that the three of them were practically inseparable. â To his left was a tall guy, his frame could easily tower over just about anyone, yet he trailed behind his friends quietly with his head hung low. If it wasnât for the scowl on his face whenever someone dared to glance in his direction, you would have assumed that he was just any other student. His name was Choi Soobin, that much you knew.Â
To his right, was perhaps Soobinâs opposite. He was shorter than his friends, not by much, but it made him stick out. His hair fell in uneven sections across his face and he often brushed it away with his pinky whilst he spoke. Unlike Soobin, Choi Beomgyu talked almost all the time, with the occasional input from Yeonjun. Though few of his words were kindhearted. He often picked on you, his comments were snarky and mean, you only ever caught a break when Yeonjun got fed up.Â
Then there was Choi Yeonjun, walking in the middle, he gazed ahead as Beomgyu blabbered nonsense into his ear, Soobin following slightly behind them. The Choiâs, that was what people called them. Something to do with their names all being Choi, you thought it was kind of corny. Yet you couldnât deny the way your eyes lingered on Yeonjun, just a little longer than the rest.Â
It wasnât like you thought that he was handsome or anything, but he was nice to look atâŠyou supposed. And even though you knew better than to pay him any mind, it was hard to tear your gaze away from him. Only when he passed you, did you feel your heart stutter. For the first time since your first day here, he looked at you, if only for a brief moment. His gaze flickered over your practically torn limbs and a small smirk etched its way to his lips. â You felt your knees go weak under his eyes and swallowed hard.Â
Though his attention soon returned to the girl draped under his arm, the same girl that had tried to trip you over on your first day. You had found out that she was his girlfriend, her name was Mimi. She twirled a strand of her hair as she whispered something in his ear and Yeonjun chuckled. â Their small party continued past you as if nothing was wrong before disappearing down the hallway, leaving you to face the fate before you.Â
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You convinced yourself that it wasnât a crush, that you simply found him appealing. The topic of crushes stopped being a thing after middle school, right? You, a twenty year old, have a crush? The thought was ridiculous. But no matter what lies you forced into your brain, your heart still beat a little faster whenever he was present, your eyes drifted in his direction and there was nothing you could do to stop them. â So what if you did have a small crush on Choi Yeonjun? It wasnât going to harm anyone, it wasnât like you were going to act on it. He had a girlfriend. Whenever you reminded yourself of said fact, a pang of guilt shot through your chest. You know you shouldnât feel guilty, but it was hard not to. Most of all you felt guilty toward yourself â guilty for letting yourself sink to such a level.Â
As October went by, you did your best to stay out of the firing line of your classmates, you kept your head down and did your work. And when there was no work left to do, you spent your time looking at Yeonjun. He really was pretty to look at. â You noted the way he would lean back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head before yawning, his eyes momentarily fluttering closed. Usually, he wasted his classes on his phone, or chatting with Beomgyu, it was unusual for him to be doing any of his coursework. Perhaps he didnât need to, or he simply didnât care to.Â
Occasionally, you would catch your name slipping past Beomgyuâs lips, your gaze immediately snapping down to your book as your heart practically beat out of your chest. But no matter how many times he mentioned you, pointed at you, sneered at you, Yeonjun never even as much as turned his head in your direction, simply shrugging along to whatever his friend was saying.
The only time Yeonjun looked at you was when everyone else did. That one time someone poured milk over you in the cafeteria, or when you got a basketball in your face during gym. Only when the whole school pointed and laughed, only then did he spare you a fragment of his attention. And maybe you did like it, maybe you did want him to look at you.Â
It was kind of pathetic.Â
What was perhaps even more pathetic was that one offer you hadnât been able to pass up. It wasnât like you could say no to your professor either, right? â âI think there are a few students who would benefit from studying together with you.â You blink up at him as you watch your teacher lean back in his chair. This was why he had called you? To be frank you donât know what you had expected when he asked you to stay behind after class, but this was far from it.Â
âStudying with me?â You repeat as you point a confused finger toward yourself. Sure you worked hard, but that was because you had your mind set on doing so. You doubted that your classmates would want to spend even a second wasted in your presence.Â
Your professor sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. âYou are a clever girlâ, he nods toward your latest test result on his desk and your gaze follows his movement as you swallow. âNot to mention the fact that you are a whole year ahead of your peers.â He then adds with a small smile and you silently thank him, even though you were certain that he could smell the hesitation radiating off of you. âLook, it is not something you have to decide on todayâ, he begins as he gathers the papers on his desk, âbut students like Mr. Choi could definitely use a hand in their studies.âÂ
Your ears perked up at the brief mention of his name, and it was almost embarrassing how quickly your head jerked in the direction of your teacher. Though you did not dare get too ahead of yourself. Shifting on the spot, you softly clear your throat, âChoiâŠChoi Yeonjun?â Your professor stops to look at you, âwhy, yes, but you do not have to decide today take the weekend to-âÂ
âIâll do it.âÂ
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Youâll do it? What a joke.Â
Your whole weekend was spent pacing back and forth across your room. Teeth gnawing away at your fingernails, your mind wrecked with different scenarios of how that following Monday would play out. What were you honestly thinking, saying yes like that? â With an exasperated groan, you flop down on your bed. Staring at the ceiling, you envision Yeonjun, a furious Yeonjun, or maybe a jeering one, you didnât know which approach he would take. But surely he wouldnât be happy once the news reached him, unless they already had?
Briefly you considered calling in sick that Monday. You had never called in sick before, at least you couldnât remember doing so; recalling the multiple times you had ignored the fever in your body as you marched on to class. Not to mention that time you had the flu and still sat through your three hour long exam. â Were you really considering calling in sick over a mere guy. But it wasnât just a guy, it was Choi Yeonjun.Â
Regardless of the situation, you still went to school on Monday. But as soon as you stepped inside the classroom, you could tell that something was different. It was like the air had shifted. And as you made your way to the back of the room, carefully taking your seat, not a single one of your classmates bothered to pick on you. Instead they all occupied themselves with whatever they had in front of them. It was odd to say the least.Â
In regular fashion, the classroom door swings open during the very last minute as Beomgyu saunters inside. Behind him follows Soobin and Yeonjun, both in the midst of a hushed conversation. You find your gaze instinctively lingering by Yeonjunâs tall frame, fingers twirling your pen mindlessly in your hand. It isnât until you glance up and find his eyes already boring holes into your own, that youâre suddenly ripped from your trance.Â
Yeonjun was looking at you. He was actually looking at you, no, he was glaring at you. The realization was enough to send your heart into a frenzy as you swallowed a gulp. His gaze is unwavering as he approaches his desk, still conversing with his friend, but his eyes remain entirely on you. â Sweat builds on your forehead and you grip your pencil tightly. No matter how hard you tried, you couldnât find yourself to break his gaze. You knew that you were giving him exactly what he wanted by letting his eyes practically tear you apart, so why couldnât you pull away?Â
It isnât until the classroom door opens yet again that he puts out the fire he had momentarily created between the two of you, his eyes shifting toward board as your professor clears his throat, ready to begin todayâs lecture. As his monotone voice fills the room, you breathe out a sigh of relief, glad to be out of his sight.Â
He had to have known by now, the nasty looks he shot you throughout the day were more than telling. For someone who never even paid you as much as a second thought, it was most unusual for Yeonjunâs full attention to be directed toward you. Even during lunch, you could feel his eyes on you as he sat by his usual table. With Mimi on his lap and Beomgyu talking in his ear, his gaze still remained on your slumped figure as you focused on your plate of food.Â
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Your professor had helped set up todayâs session, but after that you would have to schedule them on your own. You were supposed to meet by the library, at 5:15pm that Monday. â You were there by 4:55. It took you about five minutes to pick a suitable table, not too close to the door, not in a corner somewhere, but also not in the center of the room, perhaps you were overthinking it. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Desperately you tried to calm your nerves as your trembling hands brought out your notebook and pencil case.Â
By 5:15 you were ready, actually you had been ready for the past ten minutes. The small library had been vacant even when you arrived, you didnât know if you felt relieved at the fact or not. â By 5:25 you started to think that he might not show up. Out of all possible scenarios fabricated in your way too creative brain, the one of him not even bothering to come hadnât crossed your mind at all. What would you do then? Accept defeat? Tell your professor? Talk to him in class? Neither option seemed too appealing.Â
Itâs 5:32 when the doors creak open. Hesitantly, you lift your gaze as you watch Yeonjunâs eyes wander across the room, finally landing on you. His face morphed into a scowl and you felt your stomach drop. You notice that he hasnât brought any study materials along with him and you bite the inside of your cheek. The short breath he lets go of echoes out into the silent library and then he marches toward you. â You donât have time to think before heâs by your table, the palm of his hand slamming against the wood with such force that your pencils rattle, and you flinch.Â
âDo you think this is some kind of sick joke?â He sounds agitated, his hot breath searing through his gritted teeth as his nostrils flared. Your once tense jaw falls open as your brows draw together in a confused frown. â âI mean, I knew you had a thing for me. But donât you think this is going too far?â He sounds almost hysterical as a grin spreads across his lips.Â
You felt color rushing to your cheeks at his words. Did he know? Could he tell by your small glances? But you thought you were being subtle. Yeonjun seems to be reading your mind as he runs a lazy hand through his hair, âoh come on now nerd, for someone so clever you really are quite oblivious.â
âDid you honestly think I wouldnât notice the way you eye-fucked me every single opportunity you got?â He sneers, tilting his head to the side as he watches you with a cruel look of distaste. Your lips part but no words come out. So you shake your head, you didnât know who you were trying to convince, him or yourself. âIt wasnât like thatâŠâÂ
He scoffs, âno?â Suddenly his face is only inches from yours, and you had to force your gaze not to stray down to his lips as he spoke. âThen what is it?â He murmurs, so close that you could almost taste his words on your tongue. You swallow, hard. What was it? You didnât know, you didnât want to answer, he couldnât make you answer, could he?Â
His grin widens as a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. âNo wayâ, he shakes his head as one of his hands grip the backrest of your chair, easily twisting you to face him fully. His previously cocky expression was replaced with a look of sympathy, his voice now laced with pity.Â
âDonât tell me youâve got a little crush, nerd.â He spits the words out and youâre quick to shake your head, denying his blunt accusations. âI donâtâ, you stammer, leaning back as far as your chair would allow you to. â âYouâre telling me youâre doing this out of goodwill?â He asks as he tilts his head to the side. He hardly seems moved by your denial, but when you quietly nod his smug face turns into a snarl. âDo you think Iâm stupid?âÂ
âWhat? No, no, no thatâs not what I-â You stop yourself before getting another word out, it felt like no matter what you said, you only worsened the already sour situation. Yeonjun exhales, his warm breath slamming against your already hot face. He leans back, taking a seat on the edge of the table as his hands dig into the pockets of his uniform. Confused, you watch him as he silently gets comfortable.Â
âWhat do you want then?â He finally asks and you blink up at him. âMy number? Is that it?â He wonders as he fishes up his phone, unlocking it as he pulls up his contacts. You shake your head and he frowns, âthen what?â â Your lips part and you motion toward the books in front of you, âjustâŠâ
âDonât tell me you want me to fuck you, because that would be pathetic, even for you nerd.âÂ
His statement catches you so off guard that you almost hit your leg on the chair opposite your own. âWhat?â You whisper, unsure of the fact that you had even heard him correct. You knew that there was no such universe in which someone like Choi Yeonjun would ever view you in that way, so it felt almost bizarre to hear those words leave his lips so casually.Â
He sighs as he gets up from the table, leaning down to become eye level with you once more. âI mean, I get that youâre desperate, believe meâ, he lets his gaze drop to your chest for a brief second. âLooking like that, Iâm sure itâs hard to get byâ, he hums, and in that moment, you wished for the ground to swallow you whole.Â
It had been a foolish idea to even consider doing this, even more to say yes. If you had only turned your professorâs offer down, none of this would have happened. Because in all honesty, if this was how Yeonjun looked at you, with such menace and fabricated pity, you think you preferred it when he paid your existence no mind.Â
âBut youâre luckyâ, he murmurs before leaning even closer, his breath mingling with your own. Lucky? What a joke, you thought. â You flinch when you feel the light caress of his fingers on your shoulder as they slowly entangle themselves in your hair. âIâm feeling particularly nice todayâ, he smirks and your eyes involuntarily dart down to his perfectly plump and pink lips. âBesidesâ, he drawls, his hand moving to cup your cheek.Â
âIâve never fucked a nerd before.âÂ
You barely get the chance to second guess his words when Yeonjun presses his lips against yours. Immediately you freeze as your shoulders jerk up and your back curls against the chair. The hand on your cheek moves to your chin as he grabs ahold of your face, forcing his tongue inside your mouth and you let out a small shriek. â He hums against you, his eyes fluttering closed, lips moving on top of your unresponsive ones.Â
A moment later he pulls back. âYou kiss like a virginâ, he states as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. As soon as the words left his lips, he grins, âbut I bet you are.â â Still too stunned to even speak after his sudden course of action, you merely shake your head as you glance between him and the floor. You werenât a complete virgin, you did have a boyfriend back in high school. Not that the two of you ever went further than kissing though, and even then, his kisses were nothing like Yeonjunâs.Â
Hesitantly you meet his gaze, swallowing down the nerves bubbling in your throat. âCome on now nerdâ, he murmurs as his hands grip onto the armrests of your chair, large arms entrapping you against the old wood. âYouâve done it now havenât you?â â âYou got me here all to yourself, why donât you use it to your advantage hm?â His eyes gleamed with mischief and you knew better than to trust his persuasive ways. Still you found it hard to do anything besides gawk at him, in utter disbelief of what was currently happening.Â
Biting your lip, you let your eyes flit down to his parted lips, focusing a little too long on the sheer layer of saliva that coated them. Yeonjun is quick to pick up on the subtle shift in your focus and he chuckles. You clearly see the way he moves closer, but it still doesnât register that heâs kissing you again until his tongue molds against your own. Despite your initial shock, you try your best to kiss him back this time. You knew that you were probably horrible, but even then, he didnât say anything.
Your breath catches in your throat when his hand envelops one of your breasts, groping it softly. âDonât tell me youâve never had your tits touched?â He drawls, easily noting your uncertain approach. Your silence is almost deafening and the way you squirm when he pinches one of your nipples tells him everything he needs to know. With a small frown he pulls back, just enough for you to see his face. He looks conflicted, tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek as he runs a hand through his hair. âFuck, you really are a virgin arenât you?â He sounds almostâŠserious and you find yourself slowly nodding as you grip the hem of your skirt tightly.Â
Yeonjun sighs and you hear him mutter something under his breath. His gaze snaps back to you and you can see the shift in his eyes once he settles on a decision. âAlrightâ, he states before quickly dropping to his knees. Baffled you follow his direct movement, shrieking as his hands on your knees part your legs. âWeâll start slowâ, he hums as his fingers dance across the exposed skin of your thighs, your weak arms easily giving up when he pushes your skirt up.Â
âNo need to be nervousâ, he reassures you as his fingers hook around the hem of your panties, âIâve done this plenty of times.â With that, he tugs your underwear down, past your knees, letting them pool around your ankles before his attention shifts to your exposed core. Your legs close in an attempt to shield yourself from his invasive stare but Yeonjun only gruffs out a short breath as he breaks your knees apart once more. â When he doesnât say anything you grow worried, clearing your throat awkwardly as you shift on the chair. You had never done anything like this before so you had no idea if his silence was a good or a bad thing.Â
You donât have to ponder for long as his fingers suddenly graze your folds. The touch was unexpected and you jolted forward as you tried to suppress the surprised noise threatening to escape. The smirk stretching across his lips only grows as Yeonjun basks in the way you react to his simple touch, you were far easier than any of the girls heâd been with. â âEver had anyone touch you like this?â He asks, his voice a low murmur as his attention remains on his fingers sliding against your cunt, gathering the slick that formed as he smeared it all over you.Â
Meekly you shake your head, breathing out a small âno.â He seems satisfied with your answer, his ego inflating by the minute as he watches you writher under his small touches. Everything still felt so surreal, there was no way that this was actually happening, was it? Youâre reminded of all the times you had watched him from afar, sneaking shy glances at him during class, before and after school, in the cafeteria, where he sat with his friends andâŠand his girlfriend. The reminder is enough to pull you from whatever euphoric state that transpired within your body as you jerked away from his touch.Â
Yeonjunâs eyes snap to you with a hint of curiosity and you bite the inside of your cheek, drawing in a small breath before daring to speak. âM-Mimi⊠w-what about her?â â He groans, a frustrated groan, and you wonder if you overstepped. âNerd, someone like you, doesnât count as cheating, got it?â He holds your gaze, speaking clearly, as if giving instructions to a toddler. He grins, a menacing grin, âbesides, shouldnât you be happy? Iâm giving you what your perverted little mind has craved since you first stepped foot here.â Sheepishly you nod, heat rushing to your cheeks at the blunt statements he made.Â
Choi Yeonjun was bold, his words were harsh, and a lot of times they hurt. For some reason that made you like him even more.Â
âNow stop asking obvious questionsâ, he grunts as his hands trail along your thighs, pulling you forward on the chair, ignoring the way you squeal when he nuzzles his face between your legs. â It felt far from what it looked like in the movies, or even in porn. Yeonjun's hot breath against your core, his tongue dragging across your folds, it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand and you gasped as he flicked your clit.Â
It was almost impossible to control the way your thighs twitched, squishing either side of his head as you fought to remain composed. A small whine left your lips as he latched on to your sensitive flesh, licking and sucking on it as if it was the only thing he was capable of doing. You barely register the way one of his hands grab onto your trembling ones, guiding them to his hair as he hums against your cunt. âDonât be so awkwardâ, he mutters, his tongue dwelling deep inside of you, eliciting a moan from you as your fingers immediately twist in his dark locks.Â
Never in a million years had you thought that the study session that you had been far too eager to agree to would turn into something like this. And that Choi Yeonjun of all people would be the first one to see such a part of you. â You didnât know if it was such a good thing. But it was impossible to form a single coherent thought with him between your legs, mouth falling open in surprise as his nose bumps up against your clit. He doesnât seem to mind when you push yourself further onto his face, practically grinding your hips on his mouth as small noises of pleasure ripped from deep within your throat. You were thankful that the library had been vacant for hours.Â
âY-Yeonjun!â His name falls from your lips without registering in your brain beforehand and you almost slap a hand over your mouth as realization washes over you. Yeonjun on the other hand, only chuckles, the sound sending vibrations against your sensitive cunt and you whimper as he withdraws his tongue from within you. â A somewhat familiar sensation bubbled in the depths of your stomach. It wasnât like you hadnât had an orgasm before, but the occurrence was rare, you didnât exactly spend much time with yourself like that.Â
His name is pulled from your chest once more and his grip on your thighs tighten. âYou got something to say, nerd?â He wonders without leaning away from you, hot mouth working against your throbbing core as he draws moans and whines from you. âC-close..â you mumble, feeling your cheeks redden at the small statement, and you were suddenly glad that he was unable to see your flustered face.Â
âCum on my face then, bet youâve never done that before.âÂ
The comment was mean, possibly even degrading, but it still made you clench incoherently around nothing as you released against his waiting lips. To your surprise, he doesnât immediately pull away, his face remaining between your legs as he laps up the aftermath of your orgasm, drinking in the taste of you with a small satisfied groan. â And when he does finally tear himself from your sore cunt, you can barely look him in the eyes, ashamed at what had just transpired between the two of you. Yeonjun doesnât seem affected in the slightest, his thumb wiping away the sticky fluids on his chin before popping them in his mouth. The sight should not have made you throb but it did and you bit your lip.Â
Without warning, he suddenly gets up as he dusts off his pants. âW-where are you going?â Youâre unable to stop yourself from asking. He shoots you a glance that says âwell isnât it obvious?â He sighs, frustrated by your blunt obliviousness, âour session is over, isnât it?âÂ
You blink at him, still recovering from your climax as you pull your panties back on. âBut the study-â â âYouâve got what you wanted, havenât you?â He states as he stares down at you, much like he had on your first day, and your words suddenly fall short as you meet his gaze. Shaking his head, a small chuckle escaped his lips, âIâll see you tomorrow, nerd.âÂ
The last thing you hear are the library doors slamming shut before the room is enveloped in a deafening silence once more.  Â
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Everything had returned to normal the following Tuesday. You could barely wrap your head around it. The snarky comments were back, the pestering stares, whatever had roamed the air yesterday seemed to have completely vanished and you were left dumbfounded. â There was only one exceptionally different thing. Choi Yeonjun.
Part of you had hoped that he wouldnât come to class, but that was a foolish thought. You hear him before you see him, or rather, you hear Beomgyuâs obnoxiously loud voice echoing off the hallways as The Choiâs approach. The classroom falls into a hushed murmur as the door swings open and the three of them enter. â You had told yourself that you would avoid him at all costs. That meant not speaking to him, not looking at him, not even glancing in the same direction as him.Â
You found it to be very hard. But the shame over what had happened not even 24 hours prior kept your gaze trained to the pages of your notebook. Not even as he pulled out his chair, making an agonizingly scraping noise that cut through the otherwise quiet room, did your eyes stray from the words in front of you, rereading them over and over as you tried to get your brain to register them. â You lasted approximately two minutes.Â
One small peek his way confirmed your every fear. Leaning back in his chair, Yeonjun paid you no mind as he scrolled through his phone, one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck as he did. He actedâŠjust like he usually did, as if nothing had happened between the two of you. For a moment you had worried that he would tell everyone, that was a shame you wouldnât be able to bear. But perhaps he was trying to spare his own reputation, you could only hope he would keep quiet. Did he regret it? Probably. Why wouldnât he?Â
What was perhaps even worse than his indifferent mannerism toward you was when Mimi greeted him with a kiss. Flinging her arms around his neck, she pulls him close as she practically shoves her tongue down his throat. Beomgyu makes a vile comment before turning to Soobin but besides that, no one else paid them much mind. Except you. The guilt was eating you alive, and you werenât even the one who had cheated. What would happen if she found out, would she break up with him? Surely she would find a way to put the entire blame on you. You did not dare think of how miserably you would be treated if she found out. It couldnât happen. You would have to talk to Yeonjun about it, one way or another.Â
But how?Â
You tried approaching him at lunch, but you only managed one step in his direction before you chickened out. Then you tried again before English, this time you made it halfway before Soobin swooped in right in front of you, his tall frame covering Yeonjun completely from view and you sighed. Your last shot was after gym. As everyone ventured toward the locker rooms you trailed behind, Yeonjun had, too, stayed to talk with your professor but just as you were about to approach, a tap on your shoulder freezes you in place.Â
âThe hell are you staring at, nerd?â Beomgyuâs voice is filled with distaste as he eyes your sweaty figure, his nose turning up in disgust. Stunned, you fumble for words as your eyes dart between him and Yeonjun, just a few paces away. âN-nothing I was justâŠâ â âJust leaving, right?â He cocks an eyebrow at you and you quickly nod. âY-Yeahâ, you squeak out before rushing off. Why did his friends never stray from his side? It made things so difficult.Â
You were always the last one to leave the changing rooms. Hiding away in the bathroom, you waited for the other girls to finish before you dared to venture out and get changed yourself. It had become somewhat of a routine, not that it was particularly comfortable, but as it was your last lesson of the day, you weren't in any rush. â Whilst you get dressed, your mind concludes with a ton of ideas to approach Yeonjun. It would have to be when there was no one else around, before or after school seemed like your best bet. The only remaining problem was his friends, who seemed to be glued to his side.Â
Grabbing your bag, you walk over to the exit as you think of a way to get him alone. But as the door to the locker room closes behind you, it seems your problems have solved themselves for you.Â
âWhat took you so long?âÂ
Yeonjunâs sharp voice startles you and you almost drop the bag in your hands as your head snaps in his direction. Leaning against the wall, his own gym bag swung over his shoulder, Yeonjun studies you with an indifferent expression plastered across his face. Your mouth falls open as you peer down the empty hallway, completely at loss for words. âY-you waited for me?â You splutter as your attention shifts back to him.Â
He purses his lips as he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, âyes, but Iâm starting to regret it.â â âDo you always take this long?â His voice is laced with annoyance and you swallow as you shake your head. âI- I mean IâŠI didnât know you were waiting I..âÂ
âWhatever, it doesnât matter.â He waves your meek explanation off as he shifts against the wall. Still confused on why he was even here in the first place, you bite your tongue as you wait for him to speak first. But out of everything he couldâve said to you, you had not expected the next words that were to come out of his mouth.Â
âWhenâs our next study session?â
What? He wanted to have another study session? You had been prepared to confront him about yesterday, to tell him, no beg him, to keep quiet. Yet he was asking for another session? You were sure he could read the bewilderment on your face as his lips drew into a grin. âN-next session?â You gawk out as your mouth repeatedly opens and closes. He rolls his eyes before huffing out a short breath of air, âyes our next session, we never settled on a date.â â Well you didnât think he wanted to, you had planned on telling your professor that the whole ordeal had been unsuccessful but here he was, asking for a redo?Â
Was it a good idea to say yes? Considering how last time had played out, the answer was probably not. â âI- Iâm free whenever.â But you obviously were very bad at listening to your gut instincts. However the smile that spread across his face made it all worth it, you felt your heart speeding up at the endearing sight. âPerfectâ, he chimes, âthen weâll do tomorrow 5:30.â You nod but before you can get another word out he adds, âthird floor, room 291.âÂ
Would you guys not be studying in the library? Despite your slight uneasiness, you nod, âalright.â â âMake sure no one sees you on the way there, and donât be late.â He warns before turning on his heel and walking off. You were left stunned as you leaned against the wall, still gripping your bag tightly in your hands as you tried to process what had just happened.Â
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Wednesday rolls around, the day progresses just like any other would. But something feels different, you feel different. Itâs a different kind of excitement, bubbling in the pits of your stomach. You had barely gotten any sleep last night, which was a warning sign on its own because you always made sure to get 8 hours. But you donât feel tired, not in the slightest. And as the last bell of the day rings, you hurry to the bathroom.Â
You never fussed over your appearance, far too busy with having a book stuck under your nose. But today felt different, sure the two of you were just studying, it didnât mean that you couldnât make an effort if you wanted to look nice, right?Â
The sound of bathroom stalls slamming behind you shifts your attention to a group of girls passing by. They all stop as they watch you apply a clear gloss to your lips, their noses scrunching up in disgust. âWhatâs gotten into that freak?â One of them mutters as she makes a move toward you, only to be stopped by one of her friends. âDonât, you might get contaminatedâ, she sneers and the small group burst out into a fit of giggles. â Holding back a small sigh, you ignore them as you wait for them to leave before daring to do the same.Â
Your shoes echo off the now almost empty hallways, it was late enough to where few students lingered behind. Still unfamiliar with the building, you made your way to the third floor. You took no classes here and you had to rely on the numbered doors in order to find 291. It takes a while but soon youâre standing in front of it.Â
Your hands tremble as you hurriedly glance down the hallway, making sure no one saw you. When your gaze returns to the door you realize that it was a lot smaller than the others, its red paint standing out amongst the otherwise beige ones. That was odd. Yet you push any concerns aside as you reach out to twist the handle.Â
Upon stepping inside you quickly realize that this was not a classroom. The room was small, crowded shelves pushed up against all walls, displaying a large range of items, from old books to tools such as screwdrivers and wrenches. Your eyes scan across the multitude of contents as your mind tries to piece together the scene before you.Â
âYouâre awfully punctualâ, Yeonjun drawls as he emerges from a shadowed corner. You jump as you turn to him with a confused frown, âwhatâs this?â â He grins, his hands digging deep into his pockets as he leans against one of the shelves, âthis is where our study sessions will be taking place from now onâ, he explains as he motions for you to have a look around. From now on? But there was hardly room to study here, was there?Â
Quickly noting your perplexed expression, Yeonjunâs grin widens. âWell come on now, nerd. You didnât actually think I was planning on sitting down and doing algebra with you?â Your frown deepens, lips parting as your eyes dart between him and the cramped space. âBut whatâŠthen why are we here?â You ask as you readjust the rather heavy bag on your shoulder. â He chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a step forward, that single step is enough to get him right in front of you, his chest dangerously close to yours. His hand slides up your arm, reaching your shoulder as he hooks two fingers under the strap holding your bag. âUse that clever little brain of yours for something other than your studies, and maybe you will start to see the bigger picture.âÂ
Your bag hits the floor with a thud as Yeonjunâs hand returns to your shoulder, fingers twiddling the collar of your blouse as he waits for the wheels in your head to finally turn. And when they do, you glance up at him, your eyes wide with realization. âYeonjun I⊠I donât knowâŠâ Your eyes flit toward the door, mind altering between your options, stay or go, stay or go, stay orâÂ
âTell me now.âÂ
His voice is calm and his posture remains stoic as he peers down at you. âIâm not about to waste my time on a loser like you if youâre not even into it.â He sneers as his hand lets go of your collar, pushing you back, only slightly, but enough for you to hit the shelf behind you. Was he seriously asking for your opinion right now, for your consent? Choi Yeonjun was willing to spend time on you, with you. The news were hard to melt and you found yourself awkwardly gazing up at him as your mind fumbled for an answer.Â
âWhatâs it going to be, nerd?â He tskâs before leaning forward, one of his hands resting on the shelf next to your face as he cages you against it. Briefly you considered turning back, walking away, to return to your otherwise dull life as you watched him from afar. You remembered Mimi, his girlfriend, the guilt and shame, suddenly it came crashing down all over again. But you also remembered his words: âsomeone like you, doesnât count as cheatingâ. Had he really meant that? If not, why else would he be here right now?Â
In the end, you nod. âO-Okayâ, your voice comes out as a small peep and you curse yourself for not controlling it better. The smug smirk that immediately crawled onto his face should have been a waving warning flag, yet you ignore it, too caught up in the way his eyes darted to your lips, eyeing the clear coat of gloss youâd previously applied. His thumb swipes across the sticky substance. âI was about to tell you not to disappoint meâ, he murmurs before pulling your lip down, âbut I can already tell that you wonât.âÂ
Your heart swelled at the small praise, and you leaned into his touch. You hear him scoff at your blunt advances, his lips twitching as he eyes your eager figure. âYou virgins really are gullible.â â He presses his mouth against yours, making you gasp in surprise as your pupils blow wide. In what you guessed to be an attempt at loosening you up, his hands roam up and down your sides, settling on your waist as he pushes himself closer, grinding his hips against yours.Â
You had no clue of what to focus on, his tongue in your mouth, his hands on your waist, or the way his thigh pushed between your legs, rubbing against your panties in a way that had you practically squealing. â You knew that he was enjoying the reactions he pulled from you, ever so sensitive to his smallest of touches. Itâs not long before his hand is on your thigh, gradually moving along your skin before reaching the hem of your underwear. He pushes the fabric to the side, fingers sliding across your already pathetically wet folds before finding your clit, as if they had done this a hundred times.
The moans you emit are all swallowed by his hungry lips on yours as he lets you grind yourself onto his hand. None of the previous hesitation you had felt during your session in the library was present in your mind, all you could think about was how good he felt, how you didn't want him to stop, and how you wanted more, a lot more.Â
âMore.âÂ
You can feel him smirk against you, your desperate whine ringing out into the hot air. â âYeah?â He muses before pulling back, his lips are coated in your clear gloss, the sight was strangely enticing and you find yourself nibbling on your own lip as you sheepishly nod. He chuckles, pressing his lips against yours whilst he hikes your leg around his waist, the small adjustment bringing you even closer to him, and as you feel the hard bulge through his pants, reality slowly sets in.Â
But you canât stop now, you donât want to. The sound of him undoing his zipper becomes a muffled noise somewhere in the background as your arms wrap around his neck, clinging to him in every way possible. â He breaks the kiss, confused, your eyes flutter open as you try and peer at him in the dim light of the storage room. You briefly catch him tearing a small package open with his teeth and for a moment youâre left completely dumbfounded before realizing that it mustâve been a condom.Â
People wore condoms for one of two reasons, either they were avoiding knocking someone up, or they were afraid of catching diseases. But what disease could you possibly be carrying? So that would mean⊠You donât have time to ponder on the matter further as you feel the tip of his cock against your folds. Immediately your eyes shoot open as your hands grip onto his shoulders. Suddenly everything seemed very real, perhaps a little too real.Â
âTell me if it hurtsâ, he murmurs, his forehead leaning against your own and you meekly nod. Was it supposed to hurt? You draw in a sharp breath as you feel him slowly push inside, the stretch of his fingers had been nothing compared to this and you felt completely unprepared. His movements come to an abrupt halt as he leans back to gauge your reaction with a wary expression. Quickly nodding, you loosen your grip on his shoulders, breathing out a small ââm fine.âÂ
âYeah?â He wonders and you nod once more. Only when heâs fully inside, do you dare let out the breath you had been holding in; feeling your body relax against his. âYou feelinâ okay?â His genuine question catches you off guard and you give a small nod of assurance. âY-Yeah I am..â â He smirks, then he captures your lips in a small kiss, the gesture distracts you from the moment he begins to move, gently rocking his hips into you and you gasp against his mouth.Â
âFuckâ, he grunts. With one hand around your waist and the other maintaining a steady grip on the shelf behind you, he slowly thrusts inside of you. âAre all virgins this tight?â He murmurs, the question was rhetorical and he doesnât give you the chance to answer, âor is it just you nerd?â â âI bet it is.â He sounds menacing but his ragged breathing makes it hard for you to tell if heâd really meant it or not.Â
The items on the shelf rattle as his pace grows quicker, harsher, drawing moans and whimpers from you with every move his hips, cock stretching you wide as you claw against his shoulders. He leans back, enough to where he can watch the way your lips part, your now smudged gloss spread across your cheeks and chin as you whine. His gaze drops to your chest, fingers quickly beginning to work on the buttons that concealed you from him. Flicking them open one by one, Yeonjunâs hand quickly tears your blouse apart, eyes darting to your plump breasts as they bounced in rhythm with his movement.Â
âYouâve got some nice tits for a nerdâ, he muses, his hand groping your chest as his thumb flicks along your covered nipple. Feeling your cheeks redden, you only moan as he draws deeper inside of you, the tip of his cock brushing against parts of you that made you squirm. â Yeonjun made you think of yourself, see yourself, in ways you never had before, and it was exciting.Â
âHas anyone ever told you that, hm?â He sneers, his hand pushing your breasts together as he watches the flesh squish against one another, groaning at the sight. Unable to form a single coherent thought, much less a full sentence, you merely shake your head. âWell you do. You got some of the nicest tits Iâve ever seen.â He grunts, hips snapping against you. The compliment makes you throb around him, your orgasm approaching at a rapid pace and your fairly short nails dig into his shoulders.Â
âP-Pleaseâ, you wail and Yeonjun rolls his eyes, letting out a gruff sigh. âThought you would last longer than this, nerd.â â âBut donât worryâ, he murmurs, leaning in close as his lips trail the shell of your ear, âit comes with practice.â He moves down your neck, prepping your skin in soft kisses before he pulls it between his teeth.Â
You whimper when his thumb rubs at your clit, legs trembling around his waist as your hands move to his hair, fingers threading through his dark locks before securely latching on. It doesnât take much for your high to hit, your cunt clenching down around his cock as it pulls him in further. â Yeonjun curses under his breath as his hips jerk forward before stuttering. In the pure ecstasy of the moment, you roughly pull his face from your neck as you crash your lips against his. You knew that it was messy, sloppy and uncalculated, but you didnât care as long as you got to feel him this close to you.Â
You hear him sigh, you canât tell if heâs content or not. But a moment later he breaks the kiss, gazing at you with a clouded expression as a small grin tugs at his mouth. He bites his lip, eyes dropping to your chest one final time before he pulls out, making you wince at the sudden feel of emptiness. â âNot too bad for a first timerâ, he comments as he rids himself off the condom. You open your mouth to say something but he beats you to it.Â
âSame time Friday, got it?â  Â
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Your study sessions with Yeonjun became a regular thing, and every instance was just like the former. They would take place after school, in room 291, shielded away from prying eyes as he had his way with you. You were there, at his every beck and call, never once showing up late nor canceling. â It was both thrilling and excruciating. You knew that whatever transpired between the two of you was nothing personal and only temporary. Yet you couldnât help but long for something more; you longed for Yeonjun to like you back.Â
It was probably a selfish thought, a selfish fantasy. But the images of Mimi flashing before your eyes, which had previously filled you with both dread and guilt, were suddenly replaced with a feeling of superiority. Because even if she didnât know it, her boyfriend fucked someone else on the side, her boyfriend was cheating on her, with you. And it felt good. Often you had to hold yourself back from letting said fact slip past your lips. The scenarios would sometimes look something like thisâŠÂ
âWatch where youâre going, nerd.â Mimi spits after purposefully crashing into you in an almost empty hallway that provided more than enough room for two parties to pass. Her friends turn to you with a scowl as they fold their arms across their chests. Your eyes dart between them and their vengeful leader before flitting down the long corridor, down to where The Choiâs were hanging out.Â
Making the mistake of letting your gaze linger, garners her attention as Mimi snaps her fingers in front of your face. âWhat the fuck are you looking at nerd?â She barks as her eyes follow yours. She scoffs, her lips curling into a smirk, âdo you think my boyfriend looks good or something?â Her question rips your attention back as you feverishly shake your head. â Mimi only laughs, her friends quickly joining in as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
âItâs okay, I donât blame you, really.â She tries to appear nice, perhaps even pitiful, but the malicious intent behind her words linger. You shake your head once more, âno I wasnât I..â She holds up a finger to silence you, âcome on now, itâs obvious. Everyone knows you have a thing for him.â She practically giggles as she covers her painted lips with a hand. Your cheeks feel as if they were on fire, your gaze dropping to your shoes as you bite the inside of your cheek.Â
âBut donât worryâ, she leans closer, her breath, which reeked of the strawberry bubblegum she always chewed, fans across your face. âYouâre not exactly his type.âÂ
The statement almost made you scoff. Not his type? Was that what it was? You briefly considered telling her, telling her what her boyfriend was doing behind her back, and with the school nerd at that. The one girl she thought she didnât have to worry about. It was almost a bit comedic. But you held your tongue. No matter how bad you wanted to crush whatever illusion she had going on, you couldnât. Besides, Yeonjun would probably just deny it, and who would believe you?
Speaking of Choi Yeonjun. â He had become almost insufferable outside of your sessions. From barely looking at you in class to bringing attention to you at almost every possible second, Yeonjun was now the sole epitome of the bullying you endured. Whether it was the nasty and mean comments he shared with Beomgyu, his words echoing out through the classroom as he brought the whole class to laughter. Or the multiple times in which heâd trip you over in the hallways, undoubtedly peeking up your skirt as he did, but of course, no one noticed that, and if they did, they didnât fault him.Â
Choi Yeonjun did nothing wrong. He never did. So when he invites you to a party, your very first one, you don't know what to say.Â
âThink about itâ, he huffs as he zips his pants back up. The air in the small storage unit felt hot and stuffy, your clothes sticking to your sweaty body as you pulled your panties on. âI donât know..â you quietly murmur, glancing down toward the dark floor as you twist your hands behind your back. â Yeonjun sighs, running a hand through his hair before he tries again. âWhy not? Donât tell me youâre scared.âÂ
You shake your head. âIâm not. ButâŠI donât know anyone, I donât⊠I canât just show up there.â You argue before swallowing the lump in your throat. It had been an outright baffling proposal on his side. What would people think if you just turned up? â âTell them I invited you, theyâll let you in.â You blink up at him, was he being for real right now?Â
âY-You?â He nods, as if it was a given. âMake sure to wear something half decent at least.â He says, giving your shoulder a pat before he pushes past you and out of the small room, leaving you in the dark once more.Â
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Something half decent? What was something, half decent? You didnât know, and it took you about an hour to pick out a dress you thought would be suitable. It wasnât particularly short, stopping at your knees, the dark purple complimented your skin nice, you thought. But it felt uncomfortable to walk in, and with one hand wrapped around the fabric, you pull it down as you near the driveway of a large villa.Â
Your eyes flit across the scenery, it was dark out, but the house remained lit despite the late hour. Music was playing, loud enough to where the beat echoed out across the empty street. Swallowing a gulp, you run a hand through your styled hair one final time before daring to step inside.
Immediately youâre greeted by a large number of perplexed eyes, everyone slowly turning to you as you venture further into the villa, reaching the filled kitchen space. âWhatâs she doing here?â âDid someone invite her?â âI canât believe she would actually show up.â â You cringe at their remarks, trying your best to ignore them as your eyes scan for Yeonjun. What if he wasnât here? What if this had all been a ploy to draw you out and humiliate you further. You shouldnât have come here, you really shouldâÂ
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â
Mimiâs harsh voice snaps you from your small trance as she immediately corners you. Freezing on the spot, your hands curl into fists as you turn to her. Desperate for a way to defend yourself, to explain the situation, or to just escape all together, your mind spirals with excuses. Your lips part but you canât seem to get a single syllable out. âCome on nerd, I asked you a question.â She huffs, growing impatient as she takes a step forward, her chest almost touching yours.Â
âIâmâŠI..â Could you really tell her that her boyfriend invited you? Would she believe you? No, of course not, no one would. You bite the inside of your cheek, eyes flitting across the crowded kitchen. â âDid you come here to make a scene or something? I mean come on, youâre not even a senior.â Her comment makes everyone hum in agreement as they nod, some even sharing a couple of laughs.Â
She was right, and even if she wasnât, it wouldnât matter. You stood no chance against anyone in this room. Tears prickle in the corner of your eyes and for the first time since you came here, you actually felt like crying. Taking in a small breath, you slowly exhale again. âWell IâŠâÂ
âI invited her.âÂ
Your heart practically froze over as Yeonjunâs voice cut through the tense air. Quiet murmurs carry out through the room as everyone redirects their attention. Somewhere in front of you, you can hear Mimi scoff as she takes a small step back. âWhat?â She questions and you finally dare to lift your gaze, your eyes immediately locking with Yeonjunâs as he leans against the kitchen island, seemingly unbothered by the small uproar taking place.Â
Mimi on the other hand seemed to be fuming as she glanced between her boyfriend and you. âWhat do you mean you invited her?â She seethes, her voice laced with hatred and spite. Yeonjun shrugs as he digs his hands into his pockets, an indifferent look on his face. âCome on now, loosen up a little. Itâs our responsibility as her seniors to take good care of her, donât you agree?â He lets his gaze wander across the multiple eyes directed at him, everyone seeming to break under his stare as they quietly nod.Â
He cocks an eyebrow in the direction of his girlfriend, âthen thereâs no problem, hm?â Mimiâs mouth had fallen open as she watched him win everyone over within a matter of seconds. Though quickly regaining her composure as she nods, muttering out a quiet, âwhateverâ, before she pushes past you with such force that you almost lose your balance.
Yeonjun sighs as he moves off the countertop, placing a hand on Beomgyuâs shoulder, âget her something to drink wonât you?â His friend frowns, âwhy me?â But Yeonjun doesnât pay him any further mind as he, too, takes his leave, most likely in search of his raging girlfriend.Â
As soon as he leaves, the previous tension seems to lift as everyone returns to whatever conversation they had been preoccupied with earlier. You breathe out a small sigh as you wrap your arms around you, leaning against the kitchen island as you keep your gaze down. â A drink is shoved in front of you, itâs reddish hue making you frown as you gingerly take it from Beomgyuâs outstretched hand. âT-Thanksâ, you mumble as you grip the plastic cup tightly.Â
Youâre surprised when he doesnât leave, instead he groans as he takes place beside you, resting his hands on the countertop behind him. âYâknow I really donât understand why he invited you of all people.â He begins and you can feel his eyes roam your body with distaste. Swallowing, you quietly nod as you sip on the drink, it wasnât at all as bitter as you had expected it to be, rather it tasted kind of sweet.Â
âIâŠI donât know eitherâ, you shyly mumble, keeping the cup to your lips as you occupy yourself with gazing down at the liquid swirling around. Beomgyu scoffs as he shakes his head, âOf course you donât. No one knows whatâs going on in that thick skull of his.â â His words came outâŠalmost insulting, and you wondered why he chose to speak in such a way about his friend.Â
âYouâve got some guts though, Iâll give you that.â He states, running a hand through his messy hair as his eyes fixate on something in front of him. Surprised at the sudden almost compliment-like statement, you glance up at him in sheer bewilderment. âNot many people in your shoes wouldâve come hereâ, he adds as he gives you a quick one-over. âNo offense yâknow, but you kinda lookâŠâ His nose scrunches up in what you could only guess to be disgust and you bite the inside of your cheek as your gaze drops to your dress.Â
âO-Oh yeahâŠI guess.âÂ
Beomgyu chuckles, âMy, are you gullible.â You internally wince at his words, a small grimace flickering across your face as you take another sip of your drink. You can feel his eyes on you as Beomgyu studies you closely, a little too close. âYâknow, maybe I do understand why he invited youâ, he sniggers, pushing himself off the kitchen island, he leaves without saying another word.Â
Left confused and yet again, alone, you chew on the plastic of your cup as you wonder how long you would have to stay before it would become appropriate to leave.Â
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You think an hour had passed, it felt like three. Back pressed against the wall of the open-spaced living room, your eyes roam the makeshift dance floor as you watch the way your classmates enjoy their evening together. Your presence had soon become old news and after your first encounter, Mimi had left you alone, and so did everyone else. You were thankful, you supposed. But you still didnât know why Yeonjun had invited you, much less why you had even decided to show up. Because right now, he was nowhere to be seen.Â
You think that you might be able to just sneak out, leave, go home and forget that this evening ever took place. This wasnât for you, that much you could tell. You would face the embarrassment come Monday, but today, now, all you wanted to do was evaporate.Â
Standing up a bit straighter, you tug your dress down once more, preparing to leave. Itâs only then he makes an appearance. Itâs quick, so much so that if it werenât for the subtle tap to your forearm, you wouldâve probably missed him as he passed you by. Your eyes follow Yeonjunâs retreating frame as he aims for the staircase, leading to the second floor. Before climbing the first step, he throws a quick glance over his shoulder, eyes finding yours as he flashes you a small smirk.Â
You gulp as you watch him disappear again. Nervously chewing on your bottom lip, your gaze flits across the room, no one was looking at you. Still you wait another five minutes before aiming for the stairs as well. Each step forward made your legs feel like jelly and you steadied yourself against the railing.Â
The second floor consists of a long hallway, with doors either side of it, reaching down to at least four of them. Your heartbeat picks up at the thought of having to push all of them open as you carefully peeked inside. But your attention is drawn to the third one on the right, slightly ajar as a yellow light seeps through its cracks. Hesitantly you venture forward, coming to a halt in front of it as you debate your next move. Did you knock? Call out for him? Was he even there? Maybe you were seeing things. There was only one way to find out was there?Â
Mustering up whatever courage you have left, you gently push the door open. The room is⊠a bedroom. A small onesize bed, pushed up against the window alongside the empty bedside table, tells you that itâs most likely a guest room. Your eyes flit to the armchair in the corner, widening as they land on Yeonjunâs figure, sprawled out against the cushion, a hand down his pants as he lazily strokes himself. He watches you with a faint smirk, his head leaning back against the backrest, eyes half lidded as they peer over at you.Â
What was going on? You glance back and out into the hallway, afraid that someone, anyone, might walk by. What if Mimi came looking for him? But you were almost certain heâd meant for you to follow him. Quickly you shut the door behind you, locking it for good measure. Yeonjun watches your hurried movements with an amused expression, the hand on his cock unwavering.
âW-Whatâs all this?â You quietly wonder, willing your eyes to look anywhere but him, anywhere but the hand down his trousers. He doesnât say anything, lifting his free hand, his index finger beckons you over and you hesitantly comply. Stopping by the chair, you awkwardly clasp your hands together in front of you as you wait for him to break the stale silence.Â
âYou look nice tonight.â He finally says, his voice seemingly indifferent as he shamelessly lets his gaze roam your body, stopping at the slight cleavage your dress provided. In the dim light casted by only a small lamp on the drawer next to him, you were unsure if he could make out the blush coating your cheeks or not. âThank you..âÂ
He hums, readjusting himself on the soft cushions as his legs spread further apart. It takes everything in you not to let your gaze drop. For a moment everything is quiet, and you wonder why he had even bothered to get you up here in the first place. But then he sighs, the small exhale easily garnering your attention as you shift on the spot.Â
âHave you ever blown someone before?âÂ
He asks the question as if it were any other and you feel the color on your cheeks intensifying. He canât just ask someone something like thatâŠBut then again, there was little Choi Yeonjun couldnât do. Part of you doesnât understand why he even bothered to ask, wasnât it obvious? Another part of you suspects that he wants to hear you admit it, wants to see you get flustered as you shake your head, squeaking out a meek âno, never.âÂ
Thatâs exactly what you do. â He smirks, a wide smirk, exposing his sharp teeth as his free hand grabs onto one of your own. You let him pull you to your knees, the soft carpet beneath your bare skin felt nice but it was hard to focus on anything but the bulge in front of your face, the movement of his hand visible through the material of his pants.Â
âIâll teach youâ, he mumbles, letting go of your hand as he pushes your hair back, gaze wandering across the light makeup you had applied, lingering by the cherry red lipstick on your lips. You slowly nod, hands gripping onto the hem of your dress with such force that youâre surprised it doesnât tear.Â
Without further warning he leans back, swiftly pulling his cock free from his jeans as he continues to stroke it, now only inches from your face. Sure you and Yeonjun had hooked up before, in the darkness of the small storage unit, in places where you never paid his dick much attention apart from when it was inside of you. This was the first time you actually saw it, you think, and this close too.Â
Your jaw goes slack as your eyes trail across the large veins climbing up his shaft, coated in a sheer layer of arousal, seeping through his fingers as they wrapped around the length of it. Gulping, you eye the tip, a bright red hue as droplets of precum spilled from the slit. You would be lying if you said that the sight didnât make your thighs clench together. â Obviously enjoying your stunned response, Yeonjun groans as he gives himself a particularly harsh tug, making your eyes widen further as they flicker from his cock to his face and back again.Â
âCome hereâ, he directs you to scoot forward and you do, offering your hand for him to take as he guides it to wrap around his shaft. He felt hard and heavy in your palm, and you bite your lip as you try to gauge his reaction. Letting his hand drop to his sides, Yeonjun sinks back against the cushion as he peers down at you. âStart slow, donât use too much pressure but donât be afraid to touch me. Iâll tell you when you can speed up.â He instructs as he lets his head fall back, getting comfortable as he pays you little mind.Â
Your attention returns to his cock in your hand, doing as he said, you slowly let your palm glide up and down, fingers quickly becoming coated in the shiny layer of his arousal. You canât tell if he likes it or not, he gives little reaction as he stares up at the ceiling. You want to ask him, you want him to reassure you, but it feels stupid to ask, and you hate feeling stupid.Â
His hand joins in on top of your own, guiding your fingers to his tip, which you had purposefully avoided as you didnât know how to approach it. âFlick your wrist like thisâ, he murmurs, letting your palm glide over the head before returning to stroke him. He only shows you once before his hand moves back to his side. But you can tell that heâs watching you now, eyes tailing your every movement as you repeat what he had just showed you, rolling your hand over his tip, drawing a small huff of air from him.Â
âUse your thumbâ, he breathes, and your gaze flickers to his face in slight confusion before catching on. The next time you twist your wrist over his head, you press the surface of your thumb against the slit. He shudders under you, a small groan passing his lips and your heart speeds up at the small confirmation you just received. It managed to boost your confidence enough to where you gripped him more firmly, experimentally squeezing his cock, just like he had done moments prior, relishing in the way his breath hitched.Â
âYou can go -f-fuck- faster.â He grunts, his hands sliding against the armrests of the chair, fingers digging into the plush cushion. Quickly nodding, youâre happy to oblige, repeating your previous movements but with an increased pace as your eyes dart between his leaking dick and his slightly contorted face.Â
When he first twitches in your hand, youâre taken back. Surprised by the sudden movement yet you felt yourself throb as you tugged at him even harsher, wanting to pull that very same reaction from him once more. â Heâs stopped guiding you, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he tries to muffle whatever noises threaten to escape. You donât mind, in fact it only spurred you on further as you flicked your wrist over his flushed tip once more.Â
His hips buck up against your hand as he lets out a strangled noise. His hand quickly finds its way to your hair, brushing it back as he breathes out through his nose. âFuck, slow downâ, he mutters, tugging at your hair as he forces your face up to meet his, âIâll cum before youâve even blown me at this rate.â The statement made your chest swell with pride, still, your hand slows down as you settle back into a more languid pace.Â
He takes a moment to open his eyes, drawing in a few ragged breaths before he does. The hand in your hair moves to your face, cupping your cheeks as he pulls you closer, the tip of his cock merely inches from your lips and you swallow. âRelaxâ, he says, fingers pulling your mouth open and you let him. âBreathe through your nose, and donât use your teeth.â â You slowly nod, your hands bracing themselves on his thighs as he taps his cock against your parted lips, smearing his arousal all over your cherry lipstick.Â
He pushes inside slowly, you wince at the stretch, your mouth widening as much as it allows. The first thing you note is the salty taste, it isnât particularly strong and youâre relieved. But no matter how hard you tried to relax your jaw, when his cock hit the back of your throat you instinctively pulled back with a small gag. â Yeonjun tskâs above you, the hand on your cheeks gripping you firmer as he pulls you back onto his dick. âThought I told you to relax, no?â He murmurs, letting out a breathy moan as you let him slide himself back into your hot mouth.  Â
Your eyes screw shut as you focus on evening out your breathing, taking steady breaths in and out through your nose as you allow your tense frame to relax under him. âThink of it as the same as what you did with your hand.â His fingers relax against your cheek, thumb grazing your skin as he feels the way his cock slides in and out of your pliant lips. â It feels weird at first, uncomfortable too, but after a while you slowly get used to the feeling of him in your mouth.Â
Hesitantly wrapping your lips around him, you press your tongue flat against him as you carefully bob your head up and down. He groans somewhere above you and your eyes flutter open as you peer up at him through your mascara coated lashes. Yeonjun always looked good, but there was something about him like this, from this view. A sheer layer of sweat that made his dark hair stick to his forehead, his parted lips and furrowed brows, you clenched at the sight, taking him deeper and with much more urgency.Â
Something about tonight feltâŠspecial, perhaps even more intimate than all your past encounters. Maybe it had to do with the change of scenery. The dimly lit bedroom, the plush armchair, the fine carpet, you canât place it, but something is different. And for the first time, you can only think about Yeonjun, not his girlfriend, his friends or even your classmates. It was only him.Â
Remembering how you had pressed your thumb against his slit earlier, you pull back to refocus your attention to only his tip, your hand joining in to stroke the rest of him. You press your tongue flat against his head before swirling it to the best of your abilities, watching intently as Yeonjunâs brows drew further together, a breathy moan ripping from deep within his chest.Â
âF-Fucking hellâ, he groans, his head falling back against the cushion. âFuck âm gonna-â His hips jerk forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and you pull back with a small wince, unprepared for when his hot cum spurted into your mouth. Not really knowing which approach to take, you continue to suck him off, cum dribbling down your chin as you fought to swallow the rest without losing your breath once more. Yeonjun slumps back against the armchair, his hand releasing its hold on your cheeks as he lets it fall to his side.Â
Carefully pulling off of him, you sit back as you begin wiping your chin with the back of your hand. You steal a glance at him, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. Yeonjun runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head as a small grin etches its way to his lips. â âWasâŠwas it okay?â Your words are barely above a whisper, and he cocks an eyebrow at you, his grin widening.Â
âSure it was, nerd.âÂ
You blink up at him, âreally?â â He chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants with a small grimace. âWould I have asked you to do it if I had doubts?â He retorts and you bite your lip, no perhaps not you supposed. âYouâll get even better with a bit of practiceâ, he reassures you, giving your head a light pat before getting up.Â
Heâs reached the door before he turns back to you, âwait another fifteen minutes or so before leaving, yeah?â Without waiting to hear your answer, he unlocks the door and steps out, slamming it shut behind him.Â
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You spent another thirty minutes aimlessly wandering around the large villa, astonished by how someone could afford a place this big. You still had no clue whose house this even was, and no one seemed to care for the sake either. â Halfway down a long corridor, filled with what you could only assume to be modern art, you suddenly freeze in your tracks as the voices of someone else joins your quiet footsteps.Â
After spending a rough minute trying to locate the source of the sound, you finally realize that itâs coming from behind one of the larger pillars a few paces ahead. Debating your choices for a solid ten seconds, you opt to try and eavesdrop, if only for a moment. And as you quietly creep forward, their conversation suddenly becomes a lot more clear. â Shuffling to squeeze yourself behind another pillar, you lean against the cool marble as you try and pick up on whatâs being said.Â
You knew the voices belonged to two of the girls from your class, but you were unable to pair them with any faces. â âDid he really?â One of them asks, her voice is slightly high-pitched, almost a bit squeaky. Her friendâs voice is fairly deeper as she replies, âYes! And it was a week before her birthday too!â A small gasp. âYou donât mean⊠But with whom?â The first girl asks.Â
Thereâs a brief pause, and you, too, find yourself holding your breath as you await the second girl's answer. âWith Hera..â You frown, unable to recognize the name but the other girl seemed more than aware as she let out a small shriek, earning a sharp âhush!â from her friend. â âBut thatâsâŠâ the first girl begins only to be interrupted by her friend, âher best friend.âÂ
Their conversation made little sense in your ears, and with a small sigh you turned to walk the other way when suddenly, a familiar name surfaced. â âBut it was kind of obvious was it notâ, the girl with the deeper voice begins, âYeonjun has cheated on Mimi with practically all of her friends. Sheâs bound to find out some day, itâs only a matter of time.âÂ
You felt your face fall as your heart plummeted through your stomach. Had you heard them right? You hoped you hadnât but the first girl quickly butts in as she confirms what you dreaded. âI told her from the start that Yeonjun was promiscuous, but she didnât listen of courseâ, the girl huffs as her friend hums in agreement. âBetter her than meâ, she adds.Â
You had heard enough. That was it, you were going home. Turning on your heel, you quietly dart down the long corridor. â You knew that you didn't have a reason to be upset, hell he had even cheated on his girlfriend with you. It still didnât stop the tears that pricked in your eyes as you pushed past the crowd in the kitchen. A small part of you had thought, perhaps even hoped that maybe, maybe what he saw in you was different from what he saw in Mimi. God youâre so stupid. You quietly mutter, reaching the open living room just in time to see who you had hoped you wouldnât.Â
Near the front door, leaning against the wall, was Yeonjun, arms wrapped around his girlfriendâs frame as she pressed sloppy kisses to his neck. Your mind flashes with the images of what had taken place between the two of you not even an hour ago. Yet here he was, shamelessly buttering his so-called girlfriend up as if he hadnât had you on his cock moments prior. And to think that you had allowed yourself to become part of his crowd, it was disgusting.Â
You finally saw Choi Yeonjun for what he really was. A fucking asshole. And with that clarification in mind, you forcefully push past the pair as you march out of the front door, leaving the still lively party behind as you begin your journey home.Â
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Monday came all too fast. The aftermath of the party is still fresh in your mind as you rummage through your locker. You had spent the whole weekend reanalyzing your every interaction with Yeonjun; from the day you first met to the thirty minutes spent in the guest bedroom just two days ago. You questioned his true intentions, more than twice. But no matter how many hours you tossed and turned in bed, you got no closer to solving the mystery that was Choi Yeonjun.Â
Slamming the red steel door shut, you almost drop the books in your arm as you come face to face with the person you least wanted to see. â Yeonjun leans against the locker next to yours as he studies your face intently. Quickly you turn around to see if anyone was watching the two of you before shifting your attention back to him. âWhat are you doing?â You whisper as you watch him with a wary expression.Â
He only shrugs, a small grin playing on his lips. âSee me after classâ, he nods in the direction of the stairs, leading to the third floor and you internally sigh. Still, you should talk to him, you really should, so you nod. âOkay.â â His grin widens as Yeonjun pushes himself off the locker, continuing down the hallway without another word.Â
You find yourself counting down the hours, lesson after lesson, your eyes remain glued to the clock on the wall. In fact, youâre so focused on the afternoon ahead that the insults thrown your way merely passes over your head. â Then finally, after what feels like an eternity, you find yourself walking up the steps and past the doors as you neared room 291.
He was already there, waiting for you. And as soon as the red door closes behind you, heâs got you pressed up against it, hungry lips on yours within a matter of seconds as his hands roam your body. It was easy to get caught up in his world, his kisses and his touches, you have to remind yourself of why you came here. His name falls from your lips, but itâs not the usual desperate whine, itâs serious, you know that he can tell, humming against your lips yet his hands donât stray away from wandering beneath your shirt.Â
"Yeonjun, wait."Â
He stills, if only for a moment, leaning back slightly as his lips brush against yours. Taking in a deep breath, you prepare yourself for the conversation to come. You had rehearsed it many times in your head, but as you glance up at him in the dim light of the storage unit, you find it hard to even look him in the eyes. âIâŠIâve been thinkingâ, you slowly begin, watching the faint smirk that surfaces on his face. âDonât you always, nerd.â He mutters, his hands resuming their journey up your chest, flicking the buttons to your shirt open as his mouth leaves hot kisses against your neck.Â
You try to ignore the burning sensation sparking through your body, forcing yourself to go through with what you wanted to say. âYes but, Iâve been thinking aboutâŠabout us.â â Your words make his hands around your breasts stutter and he goes quiet against you. Biting your lip, you hold your breath as you wait for him to say something, but he doesnât, only humming against your skin as he continues to litter you in red marks.Â
âWhat makes you think there is an âusâ?âÂ
His question makes your composure fall as you let out a shaky exhale. âThere isn't?" You hesitantly ask, already anticipating the answer you were bound to receive. â He pulls away from you with a perplexed expression. Then he laughs, itâs short, cruel, he shakes his head. âDonât be funnyâ, he mutters as he runs a hand through his dark hair. âYou know that I have a girlfriend, nerd.â He spits the words out like the venomous bite of a snake. His gaze drops to your unbuttoned blazer, briefly passing the harsh bruises heâd previously left on your chest.
âDonât think youâre anything else besides a quick fuck.âÂ
Oh. There it was. He finally said it, he finally confirmed what you had been dreading all along. You werenât stupid, you knew that whatever the two of you had was nothing romantic. But hearing those words come out of his mouth, it hurt more than you ever thought it wouldâve. Still, it was just what you needed. With your palms pressed against his chest, you push him back, as far away from you as the small room allowed.Â
âI donât think I want to be that.âÂ
Your voice is trembling as you speak and you have to force your gaze not to drop down to your shoes. Letting your hands fall back against your sides, you draw in a small breath, holding it as you watch Yeonjunâs face form into a confused frown. âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â He huffs, sounding almost angry as his hands clenched into fists before relaxing again.Â
You bite the inside of your cheek, giving a meek shrug of your shoulders. âI donât want to be just a⊠a quick fuck.â You murmur, unable to maintain his intense gaze, you let your eyes drop to the floor. He scoffs, leaning back against the shelves with such force that the items behind him rattled. âDo you honestly believe that anyone else is even going to consider fucking you, nerd?â He was pissed, that much you could tell.Â
Shaking your head, you blink away the tears that had managed to form in your eyes. âI donât care, I justâŠâ, you exhale, praying that your voice wouldnât break as you continued, âI just donât think this is for me.â â Yeonjun laughs, the same laugh that echoed off the classroom walls as he made fun of you. You realize then just how fucked up your situation had become. How could you have allowed yourself to stoop to such a level?Â
âI gave you so much, and you⊠you donât think that itâs for you?â He jeers, taking a step forward as he comes face to face with you once more. But now none of the previous lust and desire remained, only fury. All you can do is continuously shake your head, not daring to meet his gaze. âNo. Itâs not.â You state as you tear your eyes from the floor, it takes everything in you to not have your resolve crumbling as you peer up at him.Â
âSo letâs stop.âÂ
You motion toward the small unit you were currently standing in. âWhatever this is, was, letâs end it now.â You swallow, hard, the sound ringing in your ears. Yeonjun runs a hand through his hair once more, tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek as his eyes flit between you and the door. âYou want to end things? Fine.â His voice lacks all the anger it previously held, now sounding almost monotone.Â
âBut donât come crying when you realize just how much youâre about to lose.â He drawls, eyes boring into yours one final time before he pushes past you, knocking you back against the wall as he rips the door open. Darkness envelops you as soon as it's slammed shut behind him, and you finally let out the sob you had been holding in.Â
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You didnât go to school that following Tuesday, nor Wednesday. It was the first time you had missed a whole day since your junior year in highschool. Was it pathetic? Probably. Curled up on your bed, you spent the two days in front of your laptop, binging whatever show seemed appealing as you sniffled into a tissue. â You wanted to go back in time, back to when you only knew Yeonjun as the obnoxious leader of bullies from your class, back to when things were simple.Â
You wondered what he mightâve said about you in your absence. What kind of lies he mightâve conducted, surely he wouldnât just sit still. You dreaded returning, but you knew that it was inevitable, and as Thursday rolled around, you pulled yourself from bed.Â
The classroom was empty when you arrived, there was another thirty minutes left but you had chosen to get there earlier to save yourself perhaps at least a few stares as you walked toward your desk. You had missed a lot, you were sure, two days was a long time to be away from school and you worried that you would have a lot of reading to do when you came back home. Though you supposed the distraction of studying would be nice.Â
Itâs about ten minutes left until class when the first few students emerged from the doors, swinging their bags down on their desks as they chatted loudly with one another. âWatch it nerd!â A girl sneers as she gives the leg of your chair a harsh kick, you grip onto the edge of your table as you hang your head low. But beside that, nothing happens, and you frown. You were sure it was going to be worse than this, but it wasnât. For the first time ever you felt relieved that your classmates were treating you indifferent. Well, all except one.Â
Yeonjun doesnât show up to first period. And just as you think heâs about to be absent for the second one as well, the door is pushed open as he walks inside. Yeonjun seldom did what he was supposed to in class, but he always brought his bag, not today though. You tried to not let your eyes linger, inevitably failing as you watched him pull out his chair and sit down, his hands remaining in his pockets as he leaned back to gaze across the board with a lazy expression. In regular fashion, Beomgyu goes off about a random topic next to him as Soobin twirls a pen between his fingers, seemingly bored out of his mind.Â
Class begins, and ends, and nothing happens. Not even as much as a glare in your direction. It was just like before, before the two of you were ever intimate, Yeonjun acted as if you didnât exist, and you watched him. But this time, you didnât feel a sense of longing, honestly, you didnât know what you felt. Relief, a sense of mourning, regret? You didnât like the way your stomach felt when you looked at him, so you stopped.Â
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Weeks went by, the bullying never stopped, why would it? You kept quiet, your gaze downcast as you moved through the hallways. It worked, because you rarely saw him anymore. You didnât know if he was avoiding you or not, you didnât care. It felt nice to not care. The only thing tugging away at you now⊠was the loneliness. It wasnât like Yeonjun acted friendly with you, especially not during school hours, but he had made you feel less alone. In the most fucked up way possible, he was the only one you had ever had some kind of relationship with since your first day here. And a small part of you missed it.Â
But even the loneliness would one day stop.Â
You blink up as a plate is placed opposite yours in the crowded cafeteria. Confused, your eyes darted between the boy before of you and the plenty of empty tables. He doesnât seem to care as he slides down on the chair in front of yours. âYouâre the junior girl who takes classes with the seniors right?â He asks as he tilts his head to the side, studying you with wide and curious eyes. â Still wary of the intentions behind his move to sit with you, you slowly nod, âI am.âÂ
He smiles, it was perhaps one of the first genuine smiles you had received since you started here. Shuffling a bit closer, he offers his hand for you to shake, which you hesitantly do. âIâm Hueningkai, but you can just call me Kai.â He says as you let go of his hand once more. â âIâm a junior too, but Iâm stuck with everyone else our ageâ, he explains with a coy smile.Â
You nod, taking a small sip of your water. His eyes shift to the book placed next to your tray. âLord Of The Rings?â He asks and you hum as you turn it around for him to see. âI love those books!â He exclaims as he brings it to his face, studying the back intently. âIâm re-reading them..â You quietly mumble as your gaze flickers between him and the glass in your hand. Kai sets the book down as he turns to you, âyou mean youâve read all this more than once? Sick!âÂ
That was how you met Kai. You donât know why he approached you, you didnât care to ask. All you knew was that you had finally found a friend. And though the two of you still took separate classes, you always stayed behind to study together, ate lunch just the two of you, and walked each other to class. It felt nice to have someone to talk to, even though you didnât tell him about you and Yeonjun, he still listened to you as you explained all of the bullying.Â
You were amongst the last to return to class after lunch one lousy Tuesday. Kai and you had spent the entire break discussing quantum physics, and you had only realized the time once you went to search something up on your phone, making you rush to class. Not thinking much of the rare occurrence, you make your way over to your desk by the very back of the room, only freezing when one of your classmates addresses you.Â
âWhatâs got you coming in so late, nerd?â He sneers as he leans back in his chair to see you better. With the intention of not replying, you take your seat as you begin rummaging through your stuffed bag. But when another girl butts in, you feel yourself go stiff. âDonât you know?â She drawls, easily garnering the first guyâs attention as well as everyone around her. Even the Choiâs seemed to be listening as Beomgyu put down his phone. You held your breath, anticipating the worst yet it somehow ended up being so far from anything you couldâve ever imagined.Â
âNerdâs got a boyfriend.â She exclaims, watching triumphantly as everyone began whispering amongst each other, hushed murmurs carrying around the room. You felt your face burn as you glanced toward Yeonjunâs table. â He was still scrolling absentmindedly on his phone, but the way his jaw clenched, accompanied with the small frown of his brows, made your stomach sink just slightly.Â
âThatâs such bullshit!â Mimi exclaims as she throws you a harsh glare. But the girl whoâd announced the news merely shakes her head. âIâve seen them myself!â She retorts as she folds her arms across her chest. âThat junior boy, yâknow the blonde one.â â âIâve seen them too!â Someone else chirps in and the girl is quick to nod.Â
âThey always eat lunch together tooâ, the girl turns to you with a wide smirk, âisnât that right nerd?â â Your fingers curled around the pencil in your hand, gripping it with such force that it might break. You donât look at her, gaze dropping to your table as you merely shook your head, earning a scoff from the girl as she turned back to the rest of the class.Â
âShit, are you serious?â Beomgyu wonders as he leans forward in his chair. But before the girl has a chance to reply, Yeonjun cuts her off. âDonât be stupidâ, he mutters as he pulls Beomgyu back by the collar of his shirt. â âWhat the fuck man, itâs just a questionâ, he whines as he rubs his now sore neck. Yeonjun huffs as his gaze remains glued to his phone screen, âof course she isnât serious. Stop believing her bullshit.âÂ
Beomgyu falls silent at his words and so does everyone else. The next few minutes are awkward as everyone scrambles to occupy themselves with whatever they could find, desperately wishing for your professor to walk through the doors.Â
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The sound of the old library doors being pushed open shifts your focus from the book in your lap as you glance up just in time to see Kai approaching your desk. He smiles, waving his hand enthusiastically and you find yourself reciprocating the small move. â âSorry Iâm lateâ, he apologizes as he takes the seat next to yours, pulling a few books from his bag. âItâs fine, reallyâ, you assure him as you place your own book down.Â
It had become routine for the two of you to meet up and study together, well, you often just talked the hours away, but neither of you seemed to mind the lack of work getting done. âWhich chapter are you on?â He wonders, and you slide the book over for the two of you to share, âfifteen.â He nods as he scoots closer, your shoulders practically touching as you take turns reading and scribbling down notes.Â
Usually you didnât mind the close proximity, but when thinking back of what had transpired after lunch earlier that day, you felt different. Ever since your break up with Yeonjun, if break up was even what you could call it, you had little desire to enter into a new relationship. But the more you mulled over your classmateâs words, the more sense it all seemed to make. â Eating lunch together, walking each other to class, even now, you both sat so close that you could hear the pattern of his breathing.Â
Kai was cute. He was the type of cute that made you look back twice when you passed him on the street, the type of cute that made you want to revisit the small cafĂ© because of the waiter that had served you, the type of cute that you wanted to bring home to your parents. â Not only was he cute, he was nice too, you felt happy, comforted, in his presence. Unlike Yeonjun, Kai only made you feel giddy inside as you longed to see him. He never made you second guess his intentions or yourself.Â
But there was still something missing, something that you couldnât quite place. Something that Yeonjun had made you feel by just stepping into the same room as you. You hated yourself for comparing your new friend to someone like him, but it felt almost impossible not to. You didnât care about Choi Yeonjun anymore, so why did he continue to haunt the subconscious parts of your mind?Â
As if on cue, Kai turns around in his seat, his nose almost grazing your own due to how close you sat. âHey are you following along?â He wonders, seemingly concerned as a small frown tugs at his brows. Blinking, you shake your head, âsorry no..â â You swallow, willing yourself to be honest with him, you need to be.
âCan IâŠcan I tell you something?â You hesitantly ask, gnawing on your bottom lip as you twirl your pencil anxiously between your fingers. He nods, a small smile painting his lips, âof course!â â Awkwardly clearing your throat, you think of a way to begin the whole thing. âW-Well basicallyâŠEveryone in my class they-âÂ
Your words get stuck in your throat, not because you were afraid of uttering them, not because Kai made you in any way feel uneasy. But because the oak doors to the library opened once more, the sound almost deafening to your ears, eyes becoming glued to Yeonjunâs frame as he enters. It doesnât take him long to spot you, his already spiteful expression seemingly worsening as his gaze locks with yours.Â
He grasps a book tightly in one hand, walking over to the front desk as he practically slams it on the table, making everyone inside the room jump as their heads turn in his direction. Yeonjun however, pays them little mind, his eyes never straying from yours as the old librarian goes to check out his book. â Even Kaiâs attention had shifted toward your classmate, watching as Yeonjun leaned against the desk with a scowl on his face.Â
âIsnât he in your class?â He wonders as the frown on his face deepens. You nod, âignore himâ, you mumble as you shift uncomfortably under his intense gaze. âBut heâs looking at you..â Kai states and you shake your head again, âplease letâs just ignore him.â â Finally, Kai tears his gaze from him as he gives you a small nod, âof course. So whatâd you want to tell me?âÂ
Oh right. âWell I⊠Itâs a bit weird, promise you wonât be freaked out.â You begin as you bite your lip, feeling an evident blush rise on your cheeks. Kai nods as he takes your hand, the small action somehow making the whole thing even worse but you couldnât find it in you to push him off. From the corner of your eye, you can make out Yeonjunâs figure as he watches the two of you, his mere presence made the hairs on the back of your neck stand.Â
âMy classmates theyâŠthey sort of think weâreâŠwell they think weâre dating..â You quietly mumble, the last part becoming nothing more but a faint whisper. You can easily read his surprise as Kaiâs eyes widen, his gaze flitting down to his hand on top of yours as he swallows. âOh.â Is all he says. â âI hope it doesnât make things weird between usâ, you quickly add, your voice near pleading as you search his gaze.Â
Biting the inside of his cheek, Kai slowly nods as he keeps his eyes on your hands. âNo I suppose it doesnât⊠I mean, itâs not like itâs true..â He says, offering you a small smile as his gaze returns to your face. You nod, ây-yeah, exactly..â â Daring to steal a glance in the direction of Yeonjun, you barely manage to catch his retreating figure as he exits the library, oak doors slamming shut behind him.Â
Kai follows your gaze, his hand on top of yours moving back to rest on his lap as his eyes flicker between the spot where Yeonjun just vanished and your almost longing expression. He sighs.Â
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Itâs nearing 6pm when you finally part ways outside the library. And after waving Kai off, you turn to walk up the flight of stairs leading to your locker. The hallways are vacant, your low heel shoes clacking against its floors as you readjust your heavy bag on your shoulder. â Your footsteps come to an abrupt halt about halfway down the long corridor, your eyes spotting a tall figure, leaning against the red lockers by the end of the hall. You swallow, easily recognizing his lean frame. Itâs too late to turn back, you know that heâs heard you already.Â
âHave you been waiting here all along?â You wonder, stopping a few paces from him, maintaining a good distance as you shift your weight over to one leg. Yeonjunâs head, previously leaning against the red steel behind him, lazily turns in your direction as he studies you with a tired expression. âNo.â â You knew it was a lie.Â
âThen why are you here?â For once, itâs your gaze boring into his, and not the other way around. Yeonjun remains silent, his hands digging deep into the pockets of his pants, his eyes roaming your body just like they had so many times before. He doesnât say anything. You wait for him to speak, you wait for two whole minutes. Nothing.Â
With a small huff, you give up as you approach your locker. Now only inches from him, you type your code in as the red door clicks open. Pulling your books from your bag, he watches you as you place them neatly inside the small space. You bite your tongue, refraining from saying the many things on your mind. It would only complicate the situation further. â Itâs not until you close the locker again, turning around as you get ready to leave, that he finally breaks the silence.Â
âIs it true?âÂ
You freeze, slowly turning back to face him with a small frown. Still leaning against the lockers, he tilts his head to the side, his expression holds no amusement, not even anger, justâŠemptiness. You had never seen him like that before. â âWhat?â The surprise is evident in your voice, and you watch as he pushes himself off the lockers, moving to face you completely. âYou and him, is it true?â He repeats his question and your breath gets stuck in your throat at the mention of Kai.Â
You didnât want him to become the next affection of Yeonjunâs harsh bullying. More than anything, you wanted to maintain the only friendship you had, you could not have your past mistakes getting in the way of it. â âDoes it matter?â Your stance remains guarded as you fold your arms across your chest. He cocks an eyebrow in your direction, his lip twitching, âof course not.âÂ
Confused, you frown, you had forgotten how near impossible he was to read. âWell then there you have your answer.â You firmly state. He shakes his head, and you couldâve sworn you caught the small grin on his face before it vanished again. âSo then it is true..â â âYes.â The small word of confirmation slips from your lips without you even realizing it. But it was too late to take it back now. Yeonjun frowns, he seems almost surprised at your immediate response.  Â
âItâs true that we hang out everyday. Itâs true that he makes me smile, and laugh. Itâs true that he cares for me and I for him. All of it is true, is that what you wanted to hear?â Youâre almost out of breath by the end of your small rant. â Yeonjunâs jaw clenches, hands curling into fists inside his pockets as he draws in a sharp breath through his nose.Â
âSo does it really matter if itâs true or not when he treats me in a way that makes me feel loved and appreciated?â Youâre unable to hinder yourself from letting out all the emotions that you had kept pent up during the past weeks. And by the end, your voice sounds as if itâs about to break at any moment. â But he doesnât say anything. His expression remained as indifferent as possible, watching the way your chest heaved as you caught your breath again.Â
His silence felt heavier than a thousand words. Part of you wants to swallow your statement again, another part is relieved to finally have gotten it out. You quickly realized that you probably wouldnât get another response from him, and thus you made your second move to leave. Except this time, he acts faster.Â
Fingers wrapping around your wrist, Yeonjun prevents you from taking another step away from him. His grip is tight, but not enough to hurt, you can feel the slight tremble to his hand and your gaze dart between his hold on you to his now determined expression.Â
âI could too.âÂ
His voice is low, yet the sentence echoes off the empty hallway walls. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, blood rushing beneath your skin as your wide eyes meet his. â âI could make you feel like that too.â His voice is clearer now, steadier, and he takes a step forward. You find yourself shaking your head, making him frown. âWhy, donât you believe me?âÂ
The question made you scoff. âOf course I donât.â You exclaim as you withdraw your arm from his grip, he lets you, briefly glancing down to his now empty hand before letting it fall to his side. âYouâve said it yourself. Iâm nothing besides a quick fuck, right?â â He bites the inside of his cheek, your words undoubtedly true.Â
Maybe three weeks ago, his small statement wouldâve been able to sway you, to make your heart beat a little faster. Now it only felt like he was rubbing salt onto your barely healed wounds. Just as you had gotten over him, just as you had finally made a real friend, he had to go and ruin it all again by saying exactly what you both dreaded and longed to hear from him. And you hated him for it. You hated Choi Yeonjun.Â
Tears stung in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. You couldnât let him see you cry. â He grabs onto you a second time as you turn to leave, pulling you flush against his chest with such haste that you barely have time to register whatâs happening before his lips are on yours. âDonât goâ, he breathes into your mouth, kissing you with such urgency that you thought he might just be on the verge of dying.Â
Your hands are on his chest within seconds as you pry him off. âStop. Just stop.â Your pleading voice cuts like knives through the air and he pulls back with a stunned expression. Shaking your head, you tear yourself from him as you take a step back. âI donât know whatâs gotten into you. But it better stop.â He opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. âDonât let me get my hopes up only to crush them again.âÂ
Refusing to hear him out any longer, you quickly turn on your heel as you hurriedly walk down the hallway, leaving him behind as he runs a hand through his dark hair.Â
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The next day, Yeonjun doesnât show up to school. Youâre just as confused as everyone else, your eyes darting toward the door every other second, thinking that it might be him, but it never is. â âIs he sick?â Someone asks but Beomgyu only shakes his head, leaning back in his chair with a small huff, âbeats me.â Ah, so he didnât know either. Gnawing on your bottom lip, youâre suddenly filled with worry, was it because of what happened yesterday? Was he actually hurt by it? No, surely not, it was Choi Yeonjun after all.Â
Itâs not until the doors bursts open once more, revealing a disheveled Mimi, that realization slowly starts to set in. Her usually put together face is in ruins as makeup has been smeared across her cheeks. Heads turn in her direction as one of her friends guides her over to her desk. â âWhat happened?â A guy asks only to be hushed by her friend, quietly mouthing out the words: âhe broke up with her.âÂ
Everyone seems to fall silent after that, allowing Mimiâs quiet sobs to fill the room as you wait for class to start. â He broke up with her⊠You blink, glancing down to the empty page in your notebook as you swallow. Did that also have anything to do with what happened yesterday? Once again youâre left feeling guilty, Yeonjun always seemed to make you feel that way.Â
When your professor finally arrives, the lecture moves slowly, agonizingly so. And for once, you didnât find any joy in your studies. Sure it might also have something to do with the persistent feeling of being watched. â Turning your head ever so slightly to the right, you find Soobinâs eyes locked on your unnerved frame. Not even when he knows that youâve caught him does he turn away.
He continues to watch you throughout the day. Wherever you went, he seemed to be there too. Eyes boring into you at all times, an indifferent expression on his face. He knew something, that much you were sure of.Â
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Finally, as your last lesson comes to an end, you manage to slip past Soobinâs prying gaze as you hurried down the stairs to meet Kai. The two of you had begun accompanying each other on the way home as you both took the bus from the same station. â You find him waiting by the entrance, a large smile plastered across his face and as soon as your eyes fell on him, all worries were washed away.Â
âHow was class?â He asks as you walk down the courtyard. You shrug, swinging your bag in front of you cheerily, ânothing out of the ordinary.â â âNo mean comments, no nothing?â He wonders and you bite the inside of your cheek, ânoâŠactually not.â After the news of Mimiâs breakup, everyone had fallen into this sort of trance where no one seemed to want to bring attention to themselves. Thus you had been left alone all day, which felt both nice and incredibly weird.Â
Kai hums, the two of you were walking so close that your arms brushed together, but you didnât mind. Once you reach the large gates leading out onto the streets however, you freeze. Stopping a pace in front of you, Kai turns to you with a small frown, âsomething wrong?â â You shake your head, ânoâŠI just.. think I left a book behind, you go ahead.âÂ
He opens his mouth, as if to object but you quickly interrupt him, âitâs fine! I wouldnât want you to miss your busâ, you reassure him as you offer a small smile. âThen what about you?â He wonders but you just wave it off in a disregarding manner, âIâll take the next one, donât worry about me.â He doesnât seem entirely convinced but the small hug you give him makes him nod. âAlright, text me when you get homeâ, he says and you quickly agree as you send him off.Â
You watch him disappear down the pavement with a small sigh. Not until heâs completely out of sight do you turn to cross the street. You walk with long and determined strides, not stopping until you reach the large tree by the sidewalk. â Yeonjun isnât wearing his usual school uniform, instead heâs dressed in a dark pair of jeans, a black jacket wrapped around his torso to prevent the chilly December air from getting to him. He leans against the naked tree trunk, his gaze flickering from the concrete beneath him and over to you as you approach.Â
Feet planting in front of his, you cross your arms as you peer up at him with an expectant look on your face. He doesnât say anything, tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek. Unable to bear the silence, you break it. âYou didnât come to school today.â You donât know why you stated the obvious, perhaps you wanted him to explain himself, but he doesnât, only nodding silently.Â
Frustrated, you run a hand through your hair. He wanted to talk to you, right? Thatâs why he was waiting across the street from your college, openly risking being spotted by your classmates. So why wasnât he saying anything? â Huffing out a short breath, you part your lips to say something, but heâs quicker than you.Â
âI broke up with herâ, he calmly states. His posture remains relaxed as he speaks but his eyes search yours with something akin to desperation. â âI know.â You mumble, biting the inside of your lip before continuing, âshe was crying all day, did you know that?â He scoffs, âso?â His nonchalant approach made you frown, âso? Donât you care?â Your question is met by the mere shake of his head as he shrugs, âno, do you?âÂ
âI do.âÂ
He hadnât expected your answer, you could tell by the way his face dropped, if only for a moment. âWhy? Itâs not exactly like sheâs a good person.â He jeers, shoving his hands deeper into the denim pockets of his jeans. âAnd you are?â Even though your voice remains steady, thereâs a linger of hurt between your quiet words. â He goes silent in front of you as his gaze flits between yours and the entrance behind him.Â
âWhy are you even here, Yeonjun?â Your tone is near accusing and he looks almost guilty as his attention shifts back to you. He swallows, rubbing a hand along his neck, as if stalling for time. You bite your tongue, waiting patiently for him to speak. â âWhy do you like him?â, he finally asks. It hardly took a genius to guess who he was referring to.Â
You sigh, observing the way the naked branches of the tree moved against the mild breeze. âI told you, didnât I?â You drawl, readjusting the bag swung over your shoulder. The corner of his mouth twitches as Yeonjun shakes his head, âthatâs not what I wanted to hear.â â âAnd you think youâre in a position to make demands like that?â You snort, watching as he pushes himself off the tree before taking a step in your direction.Â
Leaning back to glance up at him, you try your best to hold your ground as he tilts his head to the side, cocking a questioning eyebrow at you. âThen tell me what I need to do.â â Your mouth falls open as you gawk at him, what was he implying? Taking a step back only ends up with him taking yet another forward, his hands coming up from his pockets to rest on your shoulders.Â
âTell me how to be like him.âÂ
Slowly you realize just what he was asking of you. Immediately shaking your head, you take yet another step back. âIt doesnât work like that.â You quietly murmur, averting your gaze to avoid looking him in the eyes. He frowns, a confused frown, âsure it doesâ, he says, sounding almost hopeful as he grips your shoulders tighter. âJust tell me what I need to do and Iâll do it.âÂ
Did he honestly think that everything could be undone just like that? The pain, the tears, the bullying, that he could take it all back just because he wanted to? Just because he had a change of heart? The thought was almost as ridiculous as his proposal. â This was Choi Yeonjun, he wasnât about to change his ways just because of you, you should know that. Whatever this was, this moment of confusion, it wouldnât last, and you had to pull out before you got hurt, again.Â
âI donât know what you want from meâŠâ You bite back the harsh insults waiting on your tongue, shaking your head once more. âI donât know what it is, and I donât care. Please just stop confusing meâ, you almost beg as you try to pry his hands off of you. â Yeonjun looks perplexed as he lets you push him off. âConfusing you? I donâtââÂ
âDo you think Iâm stupid?â You retort, your voice growing in intensity as you failed to hold back the anger and resentment you held for him. âI let you screw me over, I let you use me, humiliate me, I put up with all of it, becauseâŠâ You exhale, taking a step forward as you point an accusing finger to his chest. âBecause at one point I thought that I liked you, but I donât. I know exactly what you are and I know that you wonât change.âÂ
He frowns, his fingers wrapping around your wrist on his chest. âYou donât know the first thing about m-â â âI do.â You cut him off, aware of the way his jaw clenches as his grip on your wrist tightens. âI know that you cheat, you lie, you use people as you please, and worst of all, you donât even feel guilty about it.âÂ
You tear yourself from his grasp, stumbling backward as you cradle your sore wrist. âI know far from everything about youâ, you state, watching him bite the inside of his cheek as he fights off the remark he so desperately wished to fire. â âBut I know that I hate you. And thatâs enough reason for me to stay as far away from you as possible.âÂ
âSo please, leave me the fuck alone.âÂ
As soon as you turn around to dart down the street, the tears spill from your eyes as you sob into your open palm. More than anything, you regret ever becoming infatuated with him.Â
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Yeonjun didnât come to school the following day either, nor the day after that. People stopped asking about him, only becoming disregarded by both Beomgyu and Soobin as the two kept to themselves. Yet the tallerâs persistent stares remained as Soobin watched your every move, like a hawk stalking its prey. Even now, as you sat by your usual table, listening to Kai as he rambled on about a random topic, did you feel his gaze on you.Â
âD-Did you hear me?âÂ
Kaiâs hesitant voice snaps you from your trance as your eyes shift to his fidgety frame. Nervously twisting the hem of his uniform, he gives you a sheepish smile. You blink, âIâŠsâsorry what did you say?â You wonder, feeling a bit embarrassed by your lack of engagement as he spoke. But Kai only shakes his head, the tips of his ears turning pink as he clears his throat. âI was wondering if⊠if you would maybe want to study this weekend a-at my place?âÂ
You could tell that it had taken almost all his courage to ask the simple question. But somehow you find yourself comparing it to how easy such demands had fallen from Yeonjunâs lips as he shamelessly took whatever he wanted. Internally you curse yourself for letting your mind so comfortably shift to the subject of Yeonjun when you had tried so hard to forget about him.Â
âSure I would love to!â You smile, heart swelling at the endearing sight before you as Kaiâs face practically explodes in an ocean of red. âR-Really?â He asks and you nod, âof course!â â Youâre about to ask him what time would be suitable when suddenly a large shadow is casted over your table. Squinting up your eyes lock with none other than Choi Soobin as he peers down at you with a vacant expression.Â
âI need to talk to you.â He states in a monotone voice, jutting his chin toward the large entryway of the cafeteria. Your gaze flits between him and Kai as your friend shifts uncomfortably in his seat. âO-Okayâ, you quietly mumble, giving Kai an apologetic look as you get up to trail after Soobinâs tall frame.Â
He walks fast, and you almost have to jog in order to keep up. Pushing past the crowded hallways, Soobin doesnât seem to mind the multiple glances shot his way. The two of you walk for a good five minutes without stopping, and just as youâre about to ask where youâre going, he comes to an abrupt halt, making you almost facepalm against his back.
With the light kick of his foot, the door to a vacant classroom swings open and he steps inside, seemingly waiting for you to do the same. â Once the door is shut behind you, he turns to lean against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. Nervously, you tug at the collar of your blazer as you glance around the dark room.Â
You donât think you had been alone with Soobin, ever. Nor did you think that you had ever heard him utter more than two words out loud. And he had never directed a single one to you. So to say that your current situation was surprising, would be a grave understatement. â You think a whole minute must have passed when he finally speaks. But the words coming out of his mouth made you wish for everything to be silent again.Â
âWhatâs your deal with Yeonjun?âÂ
His voice is low, barely above a murmur, and deep too. Not at all like his snarky friends whose laughs would echo off the hallways. You swallow, hard, the sound is audible in the otherwise quiet room. Unlike Beomgyu, Soobin never once picked on you, nor did he join in when the others were laughing, at best or worst, he would give a small grin. â If it were Beomgyu you would at least expect him to be mad in a situation like this, but Soobin remains eerily calm as he watches you from a distance, just like he had these past three days.Â
âI donât think thatâs any of your businessâ, you stand your ground, despite the fact that it felt as if the floor was literally shaking beneath you. He chuckles, itâs breathy, almost inaudible. âYou donât need to act so prideful, heâs told me everything about you.â â It feels as if all air has been knocked out of your lungs. So he did know something.Â
âEverything?â You exhale, your breath near trembling. He gives a curt nod, âeverything, except for why he isnât here todayâ, he mutters, seemingly displeased with the fact. â A small frown etches its way to your face, lips parting in confusion. âI know youâve got something to do with it.â He states, tilting his head back as he gazes up toward the ceiling. âBut he wonât tell me what.âÂ
Biting the inside of your cheek, you glance down to the floor, the uneven wood planks suddenly seeming very intriguing. âI couldnât possibly know why heââ â âDonât bullshit me.â He snaps, his eyes flickering back to you within milliseconds. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you flinch, taking a small step back before your thighs hit the table behind you. Soobin ignores your skittish reactions as he continues. âI donât know what heâs getting at, going for someone like you.â He says it with such distaste that it makes your skin crawl.Â
Before you know it, he takes a step forward, then another one, and another one, until heâs got you caged against the desk. He doesn't say anything, one of his hands reaching into his pocket as he rummages through it. Pulling up a folded piece of paper, he shoves it into your open palm. âHe asked me to give you this.â â He brushes his hand against his jeans as he takes a step back.Â
âFix whatever you caused.â Is all he says before turning on his heel to leave again. Upon yanking the door open, heâs met with Kaiâs alarmed frame as he jumps to the side. Sparing him a mere side glance, Soobin shoves past him as he takes off down the hallway. â You shove the small paper in the pocket of your blazer as you walk over to your friend with a sheepish smile. âHey how long have you been standing-â
âYou and Yeonjun?â He asks, almost baffled as he eyes you, full of distrust. The smile immediately vanishes from your face and your throat suddenly goes dry. âW-What?â You ask, still not registering his question fully, hoping that maybe you had heard him wrong. Kai shakes his head, his jaw momentarily clenching. âJust how much exactly did you hear?â You quietly whisper.Â
He gives you a small shrug, âenough.â â He sighs, looking almost defeated as he runs a hand through his blond hair. âI thought youâŠI mean the two of you, I never thoughtâŠâ Frowning, he gives up with a small huff and you bite your lip, reaching out a hesitant hand to place on his shoulder, but he only jerks away from your touch.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He sounds hurt, you can tell he is. The guilt was slowly seeping back into your veins, Yeonjun always made you feel guilty, but this timeâŠthis time it was your own doing. âIâm sorry.â The apology is genuine, you hope he can tell. Because you really are sorry, sorry for not being honest with your only friend.Â
Kai looks at you, his eyes hold so much pain that you wondered just how deep your lie had stung. âDo you like him?â He asks, his voice sounds strained, as if he was holding back tears. The question catches you off guard and you blink. Did you like him? No, of course not. You hated him. You hated Choi Yeonjun.Â
âNo, nevermind, donât answer.â He shakes his head, âI donât care.â â You fumble for words, wanting to say anything that would comfort him. It felt almost impossible. âI- Iâm sorry I shouldâve told you Iââ â âYeah you shouldâve.â He bites back, his unusually harsh tone making you wince. âYou shouldâve told me a long time ago. Before I..â He cuts himself off, biting his cheek as his gaze drops to the floor.Â
âBefore what?â You quietly wonder, noting the way his shoulders slumped as he exhaled a shaky breath. âBefore I liked you.â His voice is merely above a whisper, his attention strained to the floor as he refused to look you in the eyes. Your mouth falls open, it wasnât like you were completely unaware. Kaiâs lingering touches and stares didnât go unnoticed but you had never imagined that his feelings ran this deep.Â
âYou like me?âÂ
He scoffs, dragging his feet leisurely in front of him. âI thought that was obvious.â He pauses, his gaze briefly meeting yours before fleeting down again, but it was just enough for you to catch the shiny layer of tears coating his lashes. You swallow, it felt almost as if you were about to throw up, the guilt slowly eating away at you.Â
All you could do was stare at him with a stunned expression, not knowing what you could possibly say to mend the situation. Kai draws in a sharp breath before he wipes his face with the back of his hand. âItâs alrightâ, he mumbles, âitâs not your fault.â â Your heart might as well just have been ripped out and stepped on at this point. Why was he being so kind to you, when you so obviously didnât deserve it.Â
âWeâre friends stillâŠarenât we?â He wonders, looking up from the floor with bloodshot eyes. âT-This doesnât change anything, right?â â You wanted to tell him that this changed everything, that things might never be the same again. But you couldnât, you couldnât hurt him like that. So you shake your head, wrapping your arms around him as you hug him tight. âOf course not, Kai.âÂ
You wondered if things had turned out differently between the two of you, had you never gotten involved with Yeonjun.Â
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Itâs early, earlier than youâd like to admit as you leave your apartment that Sunday morning. The sun has yet to rise and the city is still asleep, but you haven't been able to shut your eyes and relax for the past three days. No, you had waited, dreaded, for this day to come. â The bus is almost empty, save for another young woman, but she looks far more comfortable than you as she rests her head against the window.Â
The air is cold as you step off, and you hug your coat tighter around your body. You walk for about ten minutes before a large building comes into view. Pulling the small note from your pocket, you glance between the address scribbled down and the number on the building in front of you, they perfectly align. â The note, the one Soobin had so hastily shoved in your hand three days ago, the note you had reread at least a hundred times throughout the weekend. An address, a day, but not a time. â Perhaps you were a bit early, but as you trudged up the stairs, you no longer cared. You had waited for three whole days, youâd had enough.Â
You take the stairs instead of the elevator. To get some exercise in, you tell yourself. But there was no mistaking the fact that you wanted to prolong the moment for as long as possible, despite your urgency to get here. â Finally, you reach the fifth floor, out of breath, you lean against the wall as you take a moment to gather yourself.Â
The first time you read the note you had considered not showing up at all. It was a cowardly move to send his friend in his place. But at the same time, your mind longed for answers, answers that you would hopefully get today. â You bring the paper to your face, rereading it one final time. The address, the day, and the small sentence, at the very bottom.Â
âLetâs talk, please.âÂ
Fine, if he wanted to talk, then you would talk. Your fingers curl into a fist, lightly tapping the dark wood. Had it been anyone else, you wouldâve been mindful of the still early hour. But right now your mind was set on one thing alone. â Your heart beats obnoxiously loud in your chest, the wait seemingly eternal.Â
Then the door creaks open. And as soon as your eyes fall on him, you can tell that heâs had trouble sleeping too. The bags under his eyes were a most unusual look, his hair too, laid messily sprawled on top of his head. Heâs still dressed, almost as if he hadnât gone to bed at all. â âHiâ, his voice is low, raspy, like he hadnât spoken in days. You give him a small nod of acknowledgement and he steps aside as he lets you in.Â
Yeonjunâs apartment is clean, minimalistically furnished. It wasnât like you had ever tried to imagine what his home would look like, but this somehow felt just like him. Your gaze trails across the few paintings on the walls, you can tell that he hadnât picked them himself, most likely they came with the flat. The white couch, situated by the large windows, catches your eye.Â
Upon walking over and taking a seat, you find that Yeonjun does the same, maintaining a respectable distance as he glances down towards his hands. For a moment, everything is quiet. Part of you wished to stay like this forever. But that was of course impossible. â He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly on the sofa. âDo you want something to drink?â You bite your lip before nodding, âwaterâs fine.âÂ
He gets up, walking over to the joint kitchen as he turns on the faucet. You can hear him grabbing glasses, filling them to the brim before returning to place one in front of you on the marbled coffee table. Quietly thanking him, you take the glass, bringing it to your lips as you take a sip. You wait for him to speak first, he was after all, the one who had reached out.Â
Yeonjun looked very different like this. In the comforts of his own home he resembled little of the person you had grown accustomed to in school. You wondered if he often brought people over, judging by how awkward he was acting, you supposed not. â He draws in a sharp breath, his gaze remaining downcast as he speaks.Â
âYou got my note..â He mumbles as you set your glass down. âI didâ, you state, leaning back against the soft cushion as you turn your head in his direction. âWhy didnât you give it to me yourself?â You frown, feeling rather hurt by his choice of using his friend, his friend who definitely didnât seem to like you. Yeonjun is silent, heâs silent for a good while, fingers intertwined with one another as he bites the inside of his cheek.Â
âI was scared.â He quietly admits and your eyes widen at the confession. âY-You were?â You canât shield the surprise in your voice, Choi Yeonjun, scared? He scoffs, and for a moment, his usual self emerges as his face turns into a small scowl, but the way his eyes flicker as he speaks gives him away. âOf course I fucking was, I still am.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
He doesnât answer straight away, as if considering his next words with great care. Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he lets out a small almost inaudible exhale. âBecause Iâm scared that Iâve fucked things up so bad this time⊠That thereâs no going back.â â You uncomfortably shift on the couch as you distract yourself by taking another sip of your water. Yeonjunâs body is taut as his jaw clenches, refusing to even glance in your direction he keeps his gaze steadily fixed on the window in front of him as the darkness outside slowly shifts into a deep blue. Â
âI wantâŠâ He slowly begins, his sentence falling short as he takes another couple of breaths. âI want to apologize.â You blink, your eyes shifting from the water in your glass and over to him, you donât think you had ever heard him speak with such sincerity. â And for the first time since your arrival, he looks at you. He swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he does.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
When you donât say anything he hastily continues. âI know that it doesnât fix shit, but IâŠI still need to say it. And if I could I would go back and undo all the pain I caused you, I really would. I donât expect you to forgive me, quite frankly I donât even expect you to ever talk to me again, I suppose thatâs fair. But if I donât tell you how sorry I am now, Iâm afraid that I never will.â He takes a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it go again, his shoulders slumping, almost like a deflating balloon.Â
âSo, Iâm sorryâŠfor everything.âÂ
He holds his tongue after that, gaze dropping down to his fingers once more. You donât know how to feel, much less what to say. It was all so surreal. Hearing those words come out of his mouth felt almost like a fever dream and you wondered if you had perhaps managed to fall asleep after all and that this was just a fragment of your imagination, the universe pulling a sick prank on you.Â
But then you turn to look at him. Heâs nothing like the Yeonjun who had hurt you for so many weeks. Right now he looks small as he sits on the couch, biting the inside of his lip as he nervously rolls his thumbs together. In the end you realize that no matter how you feel, thereâs only one thing you can say to him.Â
âI forgive you.âÂ
He freezes, teeth letting go of his lip as he slowly lifts his head to peer over at you. An almost puzzled look paints his otherwise tired face, âyou do?â He sounds almost disbelieving as he studies you with a wary expression. â You slowly nod, watching as his eyes widen with recognition, he swallows. Then everything becomes silent once more. This time itâs a different kind of silence, itâs not comfortable but the air somehow feels lighter, if only a little.Â
You find yourself staring out the large windows. The sky had turned a deep orange now, shades of pink seeping through the cracks formed by the clouds. The darkness slowly makes way for the light as a new day rises before you. â You want to say something, now feels like a good moment to get things off your chest. But you canât seem to find the words, your throat feels thick and it becomes hard to swallow. Â
âPlease like me instead.âÂ
At first you thought that you had imagined it. The faint whisper of his lips. But when he shuffles next to you on the couch, turning to face you fully, thereâs no doubt about it. You tear your gaze from the warm sky as you glance over at him. In the morning light, Yeonjun looked like he was glowing. Despite the dark circles under his eyes, his dry lips, or even his unkempt hair; he looked truly beautiful.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Your voice is soft, a low murmur, unsure and hesitant. He scoots closer, your knees touching as he places his hands on the cushion either side of him. âLike me instead. Instead of him.â Instead of Kai. He searches your gaze desperately as he bites his lip, leaning closer. â You donât say anything, if you do, his statement would become real. Youâre scared, you think.Â
But he doesnât give up. âI know that you hate me, but please, I canât stand it when-â Â
âI donât hate you, Yeonjun.âÂ
His mouth shuts, and he blinks at you, confused, brows knitting together. âWhat?â â âBut you said..â You shake your head, turning away as you feel tears prick in the corner of your eyes. You hated how easily he made you cry, even when he didnât intend to. âI lied.â You confess, shame and guilt overflowing your senses. âWhy?â
âBecause I was scared.âÂ
As the words left your lips, you think that the two of you might not be so different after all. Maybe, just maybe. â Yeonjun doesnât say anything, his attention dropping to your knees, barely grazing one another. His hand on the sofa twitches, as if he held himself back from reaching out, from touching you.Â
âI was scared of liking you.â Your quiet whisper felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders. A small murmur was all it had taken, so why had it seemed so hard? â His gaze shifts back to your face, his eyes wide as his lips part in surprise. âYou were right all alongâ, you give him a half hearted smile, watching as his frown deepened. âIâve always liked youâ, you swallow, âeven when I didn't want to.â  Â
A pang of guilt takes over his expression for a moment as he internally cringes at your words, more so his own actions. âI thought it would go away if I told myself that I hated you.â You shake your head, glossy eyes dropping to your hands, the first tears threatening to escape at any moment. âIt never did.â Your vision slowly becomes blurred as you blink away the salty droplets that fell down your cheeks.Â
You can barely see it, but you can feel it, the warm caress of his hand on your cheek. It feels nice, comforting, you donât push him off, you donât want to. He wipes your tears, the very same that he had caused. The faint whisper of yet another apology lingering on his lips. â Then he hesitates, you never saw Yeonjun hesitating, he always took what he wanted, did as he pleased. But you can tell that heâs uncertain of his next move. His eyes flickering between your teary eyes and parted lips.Â
In the end he decides to be brave. Slowly initiating what had been on both of your minds for weeks now. But when his lips meet yours, it feels different, this kiss is nothing like your previous ones. It holds no guilt, no shame, no secrets, it doesnât feel forced nor desperate. It feels like an apology, remorseful of the past, and like a promise, a vow to the future. You can tell that he expects you to pull back, to tell him off, just like you had days prior.Â
Instead you cling to him, part of you thinks that this might be just what you need, another part says itâs stupid and reckless. But in the end, you want to be brave too. Even if that meant being stupid and reckless. â The stupid and reckless part of you lets him push you back against the soft cushion, lets him kiss you deeper, lets his hands trail across your body.Â
âIâm sorry.â He chants it like a prayer, littering your body in the light caress of his lips. You know he means it, every kiss, every touch, every apology. â His hair feels soft between your fingers, you twist the strands lightly, feeling him sigh against your skin. Yeonjun was usually one to talk in moments like these, but today there are no sarcastic remarks on his tongue. Heâs quiet, attentively listening to the hitch of your breath, the small moan passing your lips, he doesnât want to miss a single thing.Â
He tugs your tights off, his hands immediately soothing the goosebumps erupting on your naked skin. You think he looks pretty like this, basked in the first rays of sunshine, half lidded eyes rapidly moving as he trails them across every inch of your body. â His lips return to yours, fingers sliding between your legs just like they had so many times before, but this time itâs different, everything is.Â
He touches you slowly, he pays attention, he wants to know exactly how he makes you feel. Treating you as if you were made out of glass, worshiping you as if you were made out of gold. You become hyper aware of the way his body moves against yours, the soft pattern of his fingers sending sparks through your stomach.Â
You had been intimate with Yeonjun more times than you could remember. Yet as he lines himself up alongside you, it suddenly feels like the first. It feels new, nervous, perhaps even a little scary. But that was okay, you knew that he was scared too. â He goes slow, savoring the moment as his face rests in the crook of your neck. âIâm sorry.â He canât stop saying it, itâs never enough, it never makes up for the damage heâs created, he knows it. But you forgive him, you would continue to forgive him for eternity if he apologized for as long.Â
He groans against you, his voice is near trembling. Your hands are on his back, feeling the smooth surface of his skin, then theyâre tangled in his hair, pulling him to look at you. For the first time it feels as if youâre seeing him clearly. Behind the lying, the cheating, the bullying, it was just him. Just Yeonjun.Â
As soon as the first tear rolls down his cheek, you kiss him. Tasting the saltiness on your lips, he sobs into your mouth. His chest heaves against yours, his once slow and deliberate thrusts becoming jagged and uneven as he fights to stay composed. You want to say something, but you donât know what. Instead you pull him closer, so close that you canât feel anything but his body against yours.Â
You stay like that, melted against one another. Hours pass, neither of you seem to mind. His breath is warm against your chest, your fingers are soft in his hair. The silence is light, comforting, reassuring. Your mind is filled with him, heâs all you can think about, all you want to think about. You know he feels the same, itâs comforting to know. Itâs also scary, youâre not sure if youâre ready. But even then, youâll at least be scared together, just the two of you.Â
Itâs nice to not be alone.Â
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Monday morning also feels different. Maybe because youâre walking down the hallway side by side, you and Yeonjun. People stare, he tells you to ignore them, you try, and it works. You glance over at him, he looks happy, his step is light, his arm securely wrapped around your waist. You find yourself smiling, biting the inside of your cheek as you gaze ahead.Â
Itâs not until you reach the all too familiar door, leading into your classroom, that you halt. Confused, Yeonjun stops a pace in front of you. âIs something wrong?â He asks as he studies your nervous posture, your eyes flickering between the now almost empty hallway and the door in front of you. The corridors were one thing, but the classroom held so many memories. Memories that wouldnât just vanish over a day.
He notices your hesitation, a small smile tugging at his lips as he shakes his head. He reaches out, his warm hand enveloping yours as he grips it firmly. You glance between your interlocked fingers, and the small grin splayed across his face. â âIâve got you, nerd.âÂ
The small reassurance makes you smile, and you nod, letting him tug you closer as Yeonjun pushes the classroom door open.
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okay but logan taking an interest in neighbor who works in fashion?? he always sees her carrying stacks of magazines, dressed in her chic attire that is sometimes a bit too tight in all the right areas, glasses slipping off her nose, always making calls on that damn phone, and yet he always wishes she looked his wayâŠ
oh anon ur cooking here. i think this is what's pulling me out of my writing slump đ„Ž (wade breaking the fourth wall, suggestive 16+)
the first time he noticed you, it wasn't even in your building complex, but rather the stairs to the subway station down the street. you were rushing up the steps while he, wade, laura and al were just about to enter. it was al who noticed you first, calling out your name and poking your side with her walking staff.
you shrieked, dropping one of the fabric rolls you had been carrying, a curse at the tip of your tongue before you realized who it was. "al," you sighed, a little relieved, when you saw her and wade, who was dressed in a "i love nyc" t-shirt.
logan, being the gentleman he was, picked up the roll you dropped, handing it back to you. it was then that you looked at him, or well, briefly glanced his way with a quick "thank you" before wade started fucking talking.
that son of a bitch.
he didn't even have the courtesy to introduce the two of you to each other.
it was obvious you were in a rush, lips in a tight smile as you nodded and tried to smile at wade telling you all about how they were about to "hit up" times square.
logan felt bad for you, but only a little bit. the longer you stayed to listen to wade's painful monologue, the more he could look at you. he was a little shameless about it, perhaps not the most gentlemanly thing he could've done, but god you were just a sight for sore eyes.
a pretty thing in a mini skirt despite the cool late september breeze that was starting to kick, white, lace and ruffled. delicate with tall brown leather boots. and a washed-out denim vest you wore as a top, two buttons undone, a little pink bow tied to the pocket. logan didn't know a lot about fashion, but he liked the way clothes looked on you.
and then you were gone, al kicking wade across the shin to shut him the hell up when she realized you were in a rush. she let you go, and you left, quickly trading numbers with laura and without saying much of a goodbye or another glance logan's way.
but he watched you go, watched the way your skirt moved with the wind too.
"yeah, look at it bounce. god, i am no better than any man. " wade hummed, leaning all his weight on logan's side. "i didn't peg you as a creep, honey badger. with the way you were undressing the reader with your eyes, i would've thought you were on a registered sex offender's list."
"shut the fuck up, wade."
logan could hear the way laura snorted, her and al continuing their way down the stairs.
wade held his hands up in surrender before logan could try anything (and by anything, he meant to cut him to pieces. wade can't deal with that right now, the blood would take ages to get off his white shirt). "i'm just saying, after living with us for a few months, i would've thought you'd met her by now."
logan raised his brow, "what's that supposed to mean?"
"i mean, she literally lives across the hall." wade turned his head to the side, pointing his thumb at logan, "he can't possibly be this stupid, right? it's gotta be for the plot to build up tension or something."
from that day on, logan's started to notice you more. not that he was looking for you, he's not that big of a creep. but he's spotted you out the window some days, running down the sidewalk, always in a rush. then he was able to hear the way you slam your door shut when you leave in the mornings or when you get back home.
every single day, you're usually out and about. unless it's a sunday, those are the days you stay in your apartment, sewing and hanging out with blind old al and sometimes even fucking laura. turns out, you were the one who got laura all of those new clothes, made them for her.
jesus christ, how out of the loop was he?
you stood out like a sore thumb, always carrying something. whether it be magazines, sketchbooks, fabric rolls, or bags, you're always struggling to open your door when you get home, keys sometimes slipping from your grasp as you're trying to juggle everything.
one day, logan had come back from a run and spotted you in the hallway. well, he had heard you from floors below and was able to pick up the lingering scent of your perfume by the time he entered the lobby. it took him a bit of courage to walk up the few flights of stairs knowing he'd bump into you.
what the fuck was this?
he was a grown-ass man for god's sake. you had him overthinking and blushing at the mere thought of being in the same space again.
when he saw you in the hallway, you were on the phone, the device tucked between your ear and your shoulder, cursing under your breath as you tried to pick up your keys. you were wearing a black dress that day, a black hat and a big maroon scarf around your neck, "no, emily, don't fucking buy it in that colour. it looks like fucking vomit. i don't care what amy told you, she's basically colour blind-"
you stopped mid-sentence when logan appeared in front of you, grabbing the keys for you. "oh- uh. thanks."
"yeah, no problem."
he noticed your nails and glasses were dark red to match the scarf. lipstick too.
you didn't mean to grow flustered in his presence, he could tell from the way you froze, as if you didn't know what was supposed to happen next. he had disrupted your daily pattern, everything in your life moving constantly and quickly but all of a sudden everything is slower. it left you breathless.
"you're logan, right?"
he furrowed his brows. he hadn't expected you to remember him, nevertheless, remember his name. "yeah."
"wade told me all about you," you said, and your eyes dropped from his face a little, then lower, a smirk not too different from a sly cat's. you were staring shamelessly, eyes following every part and curve of his body, the way his long-sleeve shirt clung to his skin with sweat. "you don't seem austrailan."
logan tried not to groan. the picture of wade's stupid face in his mind now that you've mentioned him. he hated that the two of you seemed close. "i'm canadian."
"aren't you full of surprises?" you laughed, a smooth, teasing sound, and finally pushed the keys into the nob, unlocking the door. you turned, lingering by the door as if you were about to invite him in, but then the voice from your phone was trying to get your attention and you nearly seemed disappointed. "i'll see you around, logan."
and you were gone again.
logan liked to see your different outfits every day, dawning a different style every time you walked out that door. it was like you could never settle for one style, but you managed to look so fucking good in everything and every colour you put on.
he could never get tired of it. never get tired of you.
you and your tiny bottoms that he swore were getting smaller and smaller every day, even though the city grew colder and the days shorter. you and your stupid phone calls that sometimes went on late at night. you and your clothes, every single one different from the last.
you and your sketches, the ones he had started to find loose pages on the floor of the small hallway between your apartments, pretty designs of lingerie on a model that looked a little bit too much like you for it to be a coincidence.
though you never made another attempt to talk to him, you knew he was watching you. but you never chased, your heels were too expensive for that. you were just trying to give him a reason to come on you.
to you**
to come to you.*
sorry. typo.
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Summary: You accidentally send a very suggestive text to your awkward coworker, and he replies...
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: smut (18+), fluff
Warnings/Includes: smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut, awkward tension
Word count: 6.1k
a/n: has anyone ever sent a sext to the wrong person?? i've only ever sent them to my friends on accident and for that i am so thankful
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Additional warnings: oral (fem receiving), mild breast play, soft dom spencer
You sit on your bed, the soft glow of your phone illuminating your face as you type out a rather suggestive message to the person you've been casually hooking up with. A smirk tugs at your lips as you hit send, confident that the message will hit its mark.Â
I've been thinking about you⊠Can't stop imagining what I'd do if you were here right now. I want to feel your hands all over me, the way youâd make me moan⊠Letâs make fantasy a reality?
But within seconds, your heart stops as you realize the terrible mistake you've just made.
Youâve sent the message to Spencer.
Spencer.
Your coworker. The brilliant, kind, and awkwardly charming genius who youâve always had a friendly, professional relationship with. And, of course, the one who has been harboring a massive, secret crush on you. A fact that, unbeknownst to you, has led to countless daydreams and wishes that you might feel the same.
The blood drains from your face as you stare at your phone, horrified, praying that somehow the message didnât actually go through, or maybe, just maybe, Spencer wonât read it and will simply delete it. But you know betterâSpencer is meticulous about everything. Of course, heâll read it. Youâre absolutely mortified, every worst-case scenario flashing through your mind.
Meanwhile, in his apartment, Spencer is settling down with a cup of tea, ready to dive into the book heâs been reading. When his phone buzzes, he picks it up absentmindedly, assuming itâs just a work-related message or something mundane. But as he reads the words on the screen, his eyes widen in shock, his breath catching in his throat.
His thoughts run wild, heart pounding as he rereads the text, each time wondering if it could possibly be real. Could you, the person heâs admired from afar for so long, actually want him in the way heâs secretly yearned for? The idea is intoxicating, and before he can second-guess himself, he responds with a message that matches your energy, his pulse quickening at the boldness of it.
Wow⊠I didnât know you were into me like that. Iâve been thinking about you too. If you want, we can definitely make that happen.
The moment you see his reply, your stomach drops. You can't believe this is happening. Youâre completely mortified, your mind spinning with the implications. How could you ever face him again? You donât respond, the fear and embarrassment paralyzing you, leaving you in a state of panic.
The next day at work, youâre a bundle of nerves. Every step you take towards the bullpen feels like youâre walking to your own doom. When you finally arrive, you try to act normal, but the tension is palpable. You canât even bring yourself to make eye contact with Spencer, every interaction feeling like itâs laced with the humiliation of last nightâs mistake.
Spencer, on the other hand, is caught in a whirlwind of emotions. At first, heâs elated, thinking that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance you were into him. But as the day drags on and you remain distant, the excitement turns to confusion, then a sharp sting of rejection. Did he misread the situation? Was it all just a mistake? Heâs left feeling awkward and exposed, unsure of where he stands with you now.
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The tension between you and Spencer had become a nearly tangible thing, a thread pulled taut between the two of you, ready to snap at any moment. At first, your glances in his direction were purely out of necessityâquick, fleeting looks to gauge his mood, to see if he was as affected by this as you were. But as the days passed, those glances became more frequent, more lingering.
It started innocently enough. Youâd look over and notice how effortlessly his hair seemed to fall into place, the soft waves framing his face in a way that made him look almost ethereal. Youâd never paid much attention before, but now you couldnât help but admire how it suited him, how it added to his charm.
Then, it was his forearms. Youâd catch him pushing up the sleeves of his button-down shirt, revealing the sinewy strength beneath the fabric. There was something about the casual way he did it, the way the muscles in his arms flexed ever so slightly as he worked, that made your heart skip a beat. It was such a simple thing, but it had a profound effect on you, stirring something deep within.
And then there was the way he licked his lips when he was focused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he concentrated on whatever task was in front of him. You couldnât help but imagine what it would be like to have his attention focused solely on you, to feel the intensity of that gaze as he looked at you, not with confusion or uncertainty, but with desire.
The more you noticed these little things, the more conflicted you became. This was Spencerâsweet, brilliant, and awkward Spencer. The idea of seeing him in a different light had never really crossed your mind before, but now⊠now it was all you could think about. The memory of his bold response to your accidental text played on a loop in your mind, taunting you with the possibilities.
What if you responded? What if you stopped overthinking everything and just⊠saw where it could go? The idea terrified you, but it also excited you in a way you hadnât expected. There was something thrilling about the thought of exploring this new dynamic, of seeing if there was something more between you and Spencer than just a shared workspace.
You found yourself daydreaming about it, wondering how he would react if you sent him a message, if you matched the energy of his reply. Would he be as nervous as you were, or would he surprise you with a confidence you hadnât seen before? The thought of it made your pulse quicken, a flush of warmth spreading through you.
But with the excitement came doubt. What if this was a mistake? What if you were reading too much into things, and responding to his text would only make the situation worse? The fear of making things awkward again, of possibly ruining your work life further, held you back. Yet, the thought of doing nothing felt like a missed opportunity, like you were letting something potentially amazing slip through your fingers.
As the day dragged on, you found it harder and harder to focus on your work. Every time you saw Spencer, every time you noticed another little detail about him that you hadnât before, the urge to reach out grew stronger. It was like there was a tug-of-war going on inside you, with one side urging you to take the risk and see what could happen, and the other holding you back out of fear.
Finally, as the workday was winding down, you made a decision. Maybe you were overthinking thisâmaybe it was time to just go for it and see what came of it. After all, Spencer had responded positively, hadnât he? There was a chance, a real chance, that he felt something for you too, something more than just a workplace friendship.
Sitting on your couch with your heart pounding in your chest, you pulled out your phone, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as you debated what to say. You didnât want to be too forward, but you also didnât want to be vague. After a few moments of contemplation, you typed out a message, your hands trembling slightly as you reread it.
Hey, about that text⊠Maybe we should talk. Or⊠you know, not just talk. If youâre still interested.
You hit send before you could second-guess yourself, your heart racing as you watched the message deliver. There was no going back now.
The rest of the evening was a blur of anxiety and anticipation. You couldnât stop thinking about what his response might be, what it could mean for the two of you. When your phone finally buzzed with a new message, you hesitated for just a moment before opening it.
Iâm definitely interested. Letâs talk⊠or not just talk, whenever youâre ready.
The words were simple, but they held so much promise. You couldnât help the smile that spread across your face as you read them, a mixture of relief and excitement flooding your senses. This was happening. You and Spencer were about to cross a line, to explore something new and thrilling.
Just as you were contemplating what to say, how to navigate this sudden and unexpected turn in your relationship, another notification lit up your screen.
Come over? Now?
The message was short, simple, and completely electrifying. It sent a jolt through your system, leaving you momentarily speechless. The implications of it were clearâSpencer wasnât just thinking about this; he was ready to act on it, to turn this accidental confession into something real and immediate.
Your mind raced as you considered what to do next. Just minutes ago, you were agonizing over whether or not to even respond, and now he was inviting you over, as if the decision had already been made. The sheer boldness of his message left you breathless, your heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement.
You couldn't help but imagine what it would be likeâshowing up at his place, the air thick with the unspoken tension that had been building between you all day. The thought of being alone with him, of crossing that line from coworkers to something more, sent a thrill through you.
You took a deep breath, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. This was a pivotal moment, and whatever you decided now would set the course for what happened next.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of internal debate, you typed out a response, your heart racing as you hit send.
I'll be there in 20 minutes.
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You parked outside Spencerâs apartment building, your heart racing as you took a deep breath to steady yourself. The 20-minute drive had been filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotionsâexcitement, anticipation, and a lingering thread of uncertainty. You werenât entirely sure what to expect when you arrived, especially considering how different Spencer had seemed over text compared to how he usually was in person. The Spencer you knew was shy, adorably awkward, and hesitant when it came to personal matters. But his texts had shown a side of him that was bold, confident, and unafraid to take charge.
As you approached his door, your nerves started to get the better of you, but there was no turning back now. You lifted your hand to knock, hesitating for just a moment before finally letting your knuckles rap against the wood. The seconds that followed felt like an eternity, your mind racing with possibilities of how this night could unfold.
When the door finally opened, you were taken aback by the sight that greeted you. Spencer stood there, shirtless, the soft glow of his apartmentâs light highlighting the lean lines of his torso. He wore nothing but a pair of low-hanging gray sweatpants, the waistband slung low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the defined muscles and trail of hair beneath. His hair was slightly tousled, as if heâd run his hands through it moments before opening the door, and his eyes, usually filled with a mix of curiosity and gentle kindness, now held a smoldering intensity that you had never seen before.
For a moment, you couldnât find the words, your breath catching in your throat as you took in the sight of him. This wasnât the Spencer you were used toâthis was the man who had responded to your accidental text with a confidence that had both surprised and intrigued you. The awkward, hesitant Spencer you knew seemed to have taken a backseat, making way for someone who knew exactly what he wanted.
And what he wanted, it seemed, was you.
He leaned casually against the doorframe, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as he watched your reaction. There was a heat in his gaze, a silent challenge that dared you to step inside, to see just how far this newfound confidence could take him.
âHey,â he greeted, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine. âIâm glad you came.â
You swallowed hard, trying to gather your thoughts, but the sight of him standing there like thatâso effortlessly confident, so unapologetically enticingâmade it difficult to think of anything but the rush of desire that was quickly building within you.
âHey,â you managed to reply, your voice a little breathless. âYou⊠uh, look different.â
Spencerâs smile widened slightly, his eyes never leaving yours as he stepped aside to let you in. âWell I should hope so,â he said, his tone teasing, but with an underlying seriousness that sent your heart racing even faster.
You stepped inside, feeling the warmth of his apartment wrap around you as the door clicked shut behind you. The atmosphere between you was charged, electric, every moment filled with unspoken possibilities. Spencer moved closer, his presence almost overwhelming in its intensity. The scent of himâa mix of something clean and masculineâfilled your senses, making you even more acutely aware of the heat radiating from his skin.
âIâve been thinking,â Spencer began, his voice soft yet steady, as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. âAbout what was said...â
Your breath hitched at the light touch, your skin tingling where his fingers had just been. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, afraid that your voice might betray just how much his presence was affecting you.
âI donât want this to be awkward,â he continued, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. âBut I also donât want to pretend that nothingâs changed⊠because it has.â
He was rightâeverything had changed. The air between you was thick with tension, with the unspoken acknowledgment of what you both wanted but were too nervous to voice. And yet, here he was, standing so close, shirtless and confident, laying it all out in front of you.
Taking a deep breath, you finally found your voice. âSo⊠what happens next?â
Spencerâs lips quirked up into a small, almost mischievous smile. âI think that depends on what you want.â
His words hung in the air between you, a challenge and an invitation all at once. You could feel the pull, the magnetic attraction drawing you closer to him, and in that moment, you knew there was no turning back.
With a boldness you hadnât known you possessed, you stepped even closer, your body nearly brushing against his as you tilted your head up to meet his gaze. âI want to find out what happens when we stop pretending.â
The last remnants of hesitation melted away as Spencerâs smile turned into something moreâsomething hungry and determined. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him as his lips descended on yours in a kiss that was anything but hesitant. It was fierce, consuming, a release of all the tension that had been building between you.
As his hands roamed your back, pulling you closer still, you couldnât help but think that maybe, just maybe, you had only begun to scratch the surface of the side of Spencer Reid you were about to discover tonight.
The world around you blurred as Spencerâs lips moved against yours, his kiss deepening with every passing second. Time seemed to lose all meaning as you lost yourself in the warmth of his touch, the taste of his lips, and the way his hands gripped your waist with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. It felt like you had been kissing for an eternity, and yet when he finally pulled back, you found yourself gasping for breath, your mind spinning, and your body aching for more.
Spencerâs eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, filled with a heat that made your pulse quicken. Without saying a word, he took your hand, his grip firm yet gentle, leading you down the hall towards his bedroom. The anticipation thrummed in your veins, every step heightening the tension between you. But just as you reached the doorway, Spencer suddenly stopped, turning to press you against the doorframe. His lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, trailing kisses that made your knees weaken and your breath hitch.
You barely had time to process the sensation before he pulled back again, a playful gleam in his eyes as he gently but firmly guided you into the bedroom. With a swift motion, he pushed you onto the bed, and you bounced slightly, a surprised giggle escaping your lips. The unexpected shift in his demeanorâthis newfound confidence, this playful dominanceâleft you both intrigued and a little off-balance. Youâd known Spencer as the quiet, reserved, and somewhat shy genius, but this side of him was something entirely different, and you couldnât help but be captivated by it.
As you lay there, still trying to wrap your head around this change, you found yourself blurting out a question that had been lingering in the back of your mind. âDo you do this a lot, Reid?â
Spencer chuckled, the sound low and deep, sending a ripple of warmth through your body. He shook his head with a smile that was equal parts reassuring and teasing. âNo, not ever really,â he admitted, his voice soft but steady, as he reached for your ankles and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, positioning himself between your legs. His hands rested on your thighs, the warmth of his touch seeping through your clothes, grounding you in the moment.
âCall me Spencer,â he added, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, his gaze locking onto yours with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. There was something intimate about the way he said it, as if this wasnât just about physical attraction, but about letting you see a side of him that no one else had.Â
Your heart skipped a beat at the request, the simple act of calling him by his first name in this context making the moment feel even more personal, more real.Â
âSpencer,â you repeated, the name slipping from your lips like a secret, a promise. His smile widened, a spark of something almost wicked flashing in his eyes, and you realized that you were about to discover a side of him that youâd never imagined existed.
Spencer leaned in, his hands sliding up your thighs, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, âIâve been wanting this for a long time, you know. I just never thoughtâŠâ He trailed off, as if realizing that words werenât enough to express what he was feeling. Instead, he captured your lips with his again, his kiss searing and insistent, as though he were making up for lost time.
Spencer's hands, warm and steady, slowly trailed up your sides, his fingers grazing the soft fabric of your t-shirt as they moved. When he reached the hem, he hesitated, his touch gentle but deliberate as he curled his fingers around the edge. He looked up at you, his expression a mix of desire and tenderness, but there was something else tooâa careful consideration, a need to ensure that you were just as willing as he was.
âCan I take this off?â he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. The intensity of his gaze held you captive, his eyes searching yours for the reassurance he needed.
For a moment, you were too caught up in the heat of the moment to respond, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he looked at you, with such raw want and yet so much care, made it hard to think clearly. You nodded quickly, your eyes wide with anticipation, but Spencer didnât move.
His grip on your shirt tightened slightly as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, âIâm going to need you to use your words, sweetheart.â
The way he said itâhis voice rough, almost gritted out with barely restrained desireâmade your head spin, the sheer force of his need for you sending your pulse into overdrive. There was a command in his tone, but also a gentle reminder that this was your choice, that he needed to hear you say it.
You swallowed hard, your voice catching in your throat as you tried to find the words. The air around you felt thick with tension, every second stretching out as you stared up at him, the look in his eyes making it impossible to deny himâor yourself.
âYeâyes, please,â you finally managed to say, your voice a little breathless, but full of the same want that you saw reflected in his eyes.
Spencerâs eyes darkened with satisfaction at your response, a small, almost predatory smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he began to lift your shirt. The fabric slid up your torso slowly, the cool air of the room hitting your skin as he revealed more of you. He took his time, savoring the moment, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside.
For a brief moment, you felt exposed, vulnerable under the weight of his gaze. But the way Spencer looked at you, with a mixture of awe and hunger, made all your insecurities melt away. His hands roamed over the newly exposed skin, his touch both soothing and electrifying, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity and desire, as he leaned in to press a kiss to your collarbone, his lips lingering against your skin.
You had forgone a bra that night, thinking nothing of it when you slipped into your comfy clothes after a long day at work. After all, you hadnât planned on anything like this happening. But now, with Spencerâs hands on you, his eyes filled with something that looked a lot like awe, you found that you didnât care in the slightest. If anything, it added to the intimacy of the moment, the rawness of it, making you feel closer to him than you ever thought possible.
His touch was slow, deliberate, almost as if he was savoring every moment, every reaction he elicited from you. His fingers brushed over your skin, exploring you with curiosity and desire, as if he was trying to learn every detail, every response, to what he was doing. When his hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, you couldnât suppress the soft gasp that escaped your lips, your body arching towards him instinctively, craving more of his touch.
âSpencerâŠâ you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper, but filled with so much emotion that it felt like a confession. There was something in his name, in the way it rolled off your tongue, that made the moment feel even more intimate, more real. It wasnât just a name anymoreâit was a declaration, an acknowledgment of what was happening between you, of the connection that was quickly forming.
Spencerâs eyes flicked back up to yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race even faster. There was something almost primal in the way he looked at you now, a hunger that was barely restrained, but also a tenderness that made your chest tighten with emotion. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this⊠how long Iâve wanted you.â
His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body reacting to the sheer weight of them. It wasnât just lust in his voiceâit was something deeper, something that made you feel cherished, desired in a way that you hadnât felt in a long time. The realization that Spencer had been holding back, that he had wanted you for so long, made your heart swell with emotion, your need for him growing even stronger.
He kissed you again, his lips capturing yours in a way that was both gentle and demanding, his hands continuing their exploration of your body. Each touch, each caress, was filled with passion and care, as if he was trying to show you just how much you meant to him without needing to say the words. And with every kiss, every brush of his fingertips, you found yourself falling deeper into the moment, your own desire for him becoming overwhelming.
You reached up, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel the heat of his body against yours. The way he responded, the way his hands gripped you tighter, as if afraid to let go, made it clear that he was just as lost in the moment as you were. There was no more hesitation, no more awkwardnessâjust the two of you, finally giving in to the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.
Spencerâs hands were warm against your skin as he gently laid you back on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he hovered above you. The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming, his pupils blown wide with desire, but there was something else there tooâcuriosity, maybe even a hint of vulnerability. His fingers trailed down your sides, the touch sending shivers through your body as he slowly leaned in, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your chest.
âTell me, Y/NâŠâ His voice was a low murmur, filled with an edge of something deeper, as he kissed his way down your chest, taking his time, savoring the feel of your skin beneath his lips. âDid you think about me too?â
The question hung in the air, making your breath hitch as you squirmed beneath him, the sensation of his kisses igniting a fire deep within you. Your mind was spinning, every nerve in your body on high alert as you felt his breath ghost over your skin, his lips moving lower, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
âI did,â you admitted, your voice a little breathless as the confession slipped out. It was the truth, after allâyou had thought about him, more than you ever wanted to admit. The idea of Spencer, sweet, awkward Spencer, being the one to push you to this point had always been a secret fantasy, buried deep within you. But now, with him here, in this moment, it was no longer just a fantasyâit was real.
Spencerâs lips curved into a smirk against your skin as he reached your hip, his teeth nipping playfully at the delicate flesh, making you gasp. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and surprise, and you couldnât help but arch your back slightly in response. His hands moved to your shorts, his fingers hooking into the waistband as he tugged them down slowly, teasingly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours as he did.
âThat text wasnât for me though, was it?â he asked, his voice laced with amusement as he watched your reaction. The smirk on his face was something youâd never seen beforeâconfident, almost cocky, as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on you.
You froze for a moment, your heart skipping a beat as the realization hit you. You hadnât expected him to catch on to that detail, but of course he hadâSpencer was nothing if not observant. The thought that he knew the text wasnât meant for him, but was still here, still wanting you, made your pulse quicken even more.
âUh, no, it wasnât,â you admitted with a whine, the words slipping out before you could stop them. There was no point in lyingânot when he was looking at you like that, his gaze full of heat and understanding. âBut Iâm glad I sent it to you,â you added quickly, your voice filled with sincerity and a hint of desperation.
Spencerâs smirk softened into a small, almost tender smile as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your navel. âMaybe your subconscious wanted you to,â he suggested, his voice low and smooth, each word making your head spin. The idea made you dizzy, the thought that some part of you had always wanted this, had always wanted him, even if you hadnât fully realized it until now.
âUh huh,â you breathed out, your voice floaty and airy, your mind clouded with desire. The sensation of his lips on your skin, his hands on your body, was intoxicating, making it hard to think clearly. All you could focus on was the way he made you feelâalive, wanted, and completely lost in the moment.
Spencerâs fingers continued to work on removing your shorts, sliding them down your legs with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving yours. There was something almost worshipful in the way he touched you, as if he was savoring every second, every inch of skin he revealed.
As he finally discarded your shorts, leaving you completely exposed to him, he took a moment to just look at you, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and admiration. âYouâre perfect,â he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned in to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.
The words made your heart swell, a wave of warmth washing over you as you reached out, your fingers tangling in his hair. There was nothing left to hide now, nothing left to hold back. This was exactly where you wanted to beâwhere you were meant to be.
âDo you always skip out on bras and panties, Y/N?â Spencerâs teasing comment sent a ripple of laughter through you, the sound mingling with the rapid beat of your heart. The playful banter between you only intensified the electric connection that was already sparking between you both. His bite on your inner thigh was both a tease and a promise, igniting a fire that made every nerve in your body come alive.
âNâno, only at home,â you managed to scream out, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The combination of his touch and the vulnerability of the moment made it impossible to hold back any longer.
He chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, echoing softly in the room as his fingers continued to explore your skin. âBut you didnât put any on before coming over?â His tone was light, yet there was an undeniable edge of desire that underpinned his words.
You took a moment to catch your breath, the playful challenge in his eyes urging you to respond. âAre youâare you complaining?â you asked, your voice wavering between breathless laughter and the growing urgency of your emotions.
Spencer shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âNot at all, althoughââ His sentence was cut short as your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him fully into you. The sudden, decisive movement left no room for hesitation, and the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you, entwined in each otherâs embrace.
âOh my god, Spencer, just shut up,â you laughed, the sound filled with a mixture of amusement and desire. âPut your mouth to use.â
His response was immediate, his lips finding your core with a fervor that matched the intensity of your own longing. The way he ate you out was everything you had been waiting forâpassionate, deep, and downright filthy. His hands left their place on your thighs, tracing the contours of your body with a reverence that made you feel both cherished and desired.
As he sunk his mouth deeper, sucking your clit into his mouth, Spencer guided you gently but firmly onto the bed, the softness of the sheets a stark contrast to the heat that radiated between you.
âSpencer,â you moaned, the name slipping out like a sacred vow, sealing the moment between you. His response was a dirty smile, his mouth shining with your juices, making your pulse throb.
He paused for a moment, just enough to look into your eyes, âYouâre fucking delicious,â he murmured, his voice thick with lust. âIâve wanted to taste you for so long.â
As Spencerâs mouth continued to work its magic on your core, a whirlwind of sensations overwhelmed you. Each touch, each stroke of his tongue, sent waves of pleasure radiating through your body, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the intense feeling of being completely consumed by him. The way he moved, so skilled yet so attentive to your every reaction, left you breathless, your hands clutching at the sheets as your head swam in a sea of ecstasy.
But amidst the pleasure, a fleeting thought crossed your mindâhow close you had come to letting this moment, this incredible opportunity, slip through your fingers. You couldnât believe that you had almost dismissed the idea of responding to his bold text, that you had almost let fear and hesitation keep you from experiencing this side of Spencer. A side that was confident, passionate, and utterly devoted to your pleasure.
How could you have been so close to missing out on this? On him? Spencer, who had always been there, quiet and thoughtful, had somehow managed to unlock a part of you that you hadnât even known existedâa part that craved the connection and intimacy he was now offering with every caress of his lips.
You let out a soft moan, your hips arching towards him as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. The sounds you made only seemed to spur him on, his grip on your thighs tightening as he pulled you closer, his tongue working with a precision that left you teetering on the edge. Every nerve in your body was alive, the world narrowing down to the feel of his mouth on you, the heat of his breath against your skin.
âSpencer,â you gasped out, your voice trembling with the intensity of your emotions. It wasnât just the pleasure he was giving youâit was the realization that this was Spencer, the man you had known for so long, who was now showing you a depth of care and passion that you had never imagined.
The way he responded to your every movement, the way he seemed to know exactly what you needed, made you feel cherished in a way that went far beyond the physical. It was as if he was attuned to your very soul, using his touch to communicate something deeper, something that had been building between you for far longer than either of you had realized.
As you felt the tension within you coil tighter and tighter, ready to snap, you couldnât help but marvel at how easily you had fallen into this moment with him. All the hesitation, the uncertainty, had melted away, leaving only the pure, unfiltered connection between you and Spencer. A connection that had been there all along, waiting for the right moment to be brought to life.
And now that it had, you knew you could never go back to the way things were. Spencer had opened a door to something new, something beautiful, and you were ready to step through it with him, no matter what the future held.
With a final, skillful flick of his tongue over your clit, Spencer sent you tumbling over the edge, your body trembling with the force of your release. The world around you seemed to dissolve into a haze of pleasure and warmth, your mind barely able to process the overwhelming sensations that flooded through you.
As you came down from the high, Spencerâs hands and mouth softened, his touch becoming gentle, almost reverent, as he coaxed you through the aftershocks. When he finally pulled back, he looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and tenderness that made your heart skip a beat.
âIâm so glad youâre here,â he murmured, his voice soft but filled with a sincerity that left no doubt about how much this moment meant to him. He crawled up the bed to join you, his body pressing against yours as he captured your lips in a slow, languid kiss, allowing you to taste the remnants of your own pleasure on his lips.
You smiled against his lips, a sense of contentment and excitement washing over you as you whispered, âIâm glad Iâm here too, Spencer. So glad.â
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simon getting jealous over another coworker flirting with his work wife ? đ
i had tew much fun writing this lmao
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you donât know how it happened, one second there was a recruit standing before you, and in the next you were shoved against the stretcher, tactical pants and panties pooled between your legs as simon bent you over to fuck his thick cock into you.
wellâyou do know how it happened, but it was so quick it left you dizzy.
anderson had been brought in by two other recruits, limping and grunting as they plopped him onto the medical bed. a deep gash on his upper thigh from one of the other recruits knicking his skin during practice.
it was deep, and angryâyour fingers itching to patch him up as you ripped open a bigger hole on his tactical pants to get the wound cleaned. âyou shouldnât have let it get this far, anderson.â
âitâs sanders.â
you blinked up at him, a small frown on your lips, âpardon?â
âitâs sandersânot anderson.â
heat bloomed on your cheeks, the newest batch of recruits had been here for four months already and you were positive youâd only ever addressed him incorrectly. you cleared your throat, embarrassed. âiâm sorryââ
âitâs no big deal, iâm sure you can make up for it.â
your nerves flared as he cut you off, at what the grimy smirk on his face was insinuating. you couldnât hold back the grimace on your face as you worked on patching him up and getting him out of your work space.
through the annoyance and blood pumping in your ears, you missed the big bulk of your lieutenant sliding into your space.
sanderâs voice dropped lower, in what you assumed was his way of being seductive, âdonât be like that, honey.â
you forced yourself to not be overly rough with the way you were cleaning the gash on his thigh, fingers working methodically on his wound.
âi can show you a real good time.â and then his fingers were threading through your hair, the shock causing you to jostle as he tangled his fingers in the root of your hair to tug your neck upwards.
your heart pumped in anger, ready to yell at him to fuck offâto not fucking touch you. but simon beat you to it.
âget yâr fucking hands off my wife.â
the growl in simonâs voice had you tensing yet melting at the same time. shivers running down your back and heat coiling in your belly.
sanders scrambled upwards, back tense and eyes wide. you stumbled backwards, simon steadying you by placing a thick hand on your waist and pulling you to him.
âlieutenant rileyâi had no idea, she didnât-i didnât know she was your wife.â
simonâs chest was practically vibrating with his anger, snarling down at the man in front of you like a rabid dog. heat bloomed between your thighs, clit aching at his proximity, at the way he protected you.
âi dânt give two fucks what you knowâget the fuck out of here.â
you had never seen someone leave your quarters faster, sanders left running like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.
your body sagged into simonâs, relief filling you from the inside out as his fingers trailed over you. searching.
âyou alright, sweetheart?â
you nod, heart thrumming and trying to wrap your head around what happened, âi need words, baby. talk to me. did heâdid he do anything, touch you more than he didââ
you turned in his arms, face burying into his chest to breathe in his scent. âmâfine, he didnât-i just canât believe he had the nerve.â
simonâs eyes raked over you behind his skull mask. assessing, trying to make sure you really were alright. âiâm fine, simon. i swear. and feeling so much better because youâre here.â
he took a few more seconds to look you over, calloused finger gripping your throat gently and rubbing his gloved thumb over your jaw.
âalmost fuckinâ killed him fâr touching you.â
a small laughed bubbled in your throat, leaning into him, âiâm almost positive he pissed himself. never seen you look so scary.â
his fingers loosened on your throat gently, âdid i scare you?â his voice was awfully raw, almost vulnerable.
âno. thought it was hot, honestly.â
one of his fingers twitched gently, pressing into you more firmly and you felt his cock. hard and full against your belly as he walked the two of you backwards. âyeah?â
âmhm, wouldâve let you bent me over right in front of him if he hadnât run off.â
simonâs rough voice caused heat to coil in your belly as he turned you over. pressing your back down to bend you over as his cock pressed against your ass, âmânot someone who likes to share, sweetheart.â
your back arched into him, pressing your ass harder against his cock before he pinned your back down with a heavy palm and used his other one to unbutton your pants. âthink you need to make that clear for everyone else then.â
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HEADCANNONS OF HAZBIN HOTEL CREW WITH CATNAP! READER
Prompt: you are a resident in the hotel who makes sure people sleep. No one gets out of your grasp of not sleeping.
Warning: you arenât an experiment, you died to og catnapâs smoke as you coughed going to hell. Also this might be long based on how your reading speed is.
I headcannon you to always walk around at night around the hotel making sure the hotel cast sleeps as you donât sleep much either.
âI ensure you my friend I donât need-" immediately Alastor passes out on the ground as the red smoke exit your mouth as you soullessly stare at the powerful manâs body with your creepy smile.
You donât give a fuck- you are quite ruthless when putting someone to sleep. You had a smug teeth smile as you dragged Alastor by his leg to his room.
Angel was hiding in the hallway scared as red smoke covers the halls. âShitâŠâ he says as he eyes your tall figure walkby around the other side of the hall as your red smoke exiting your mouth follows
He was absolutely fucked. Angel tried to turn to run only to bump into purple fur as he holds himself at your chest. He blushes seeing your smug smile down at him.
Before he could protest the red smoke hits his face as your wrap your tail around his waist. How did you get so damn quick beside him?! You put him on your shoulder as you walked to his room to lay him down.
No one knowsâŠ..
Now when itâs morning time, you arenât out as usual. Only at night time as you are use to being up at night helping other sleep. Itâs part of your purpose and role as you even have a moon đ pendent on your collar.
Hell, Angel is the most closest to you because he has rough times sleeping after working. He wouldnât tell you what he does but all you know. He is physically and mentally tired from his job as you hold him in your soft arm as you let out red smoke from your mouth.
Your fur smelling like vanilla and lavender helps him sleep as he cuddles into your soft purple fur as you watch tv with a bored expression. Your ear twitches as Angel snores loudly.
Your red smoke is the only smoke he likes that is red.
Charlie found you at her door of the hotel and questioned you to why you wanted to work here. And what did you say.
âI want to help people sleepâŠâ you said with a raspy deep voice as you smirked at Charlie who seemed a little unsure at your smirk as it seemed full of confidence and sinster. But she liked your determination as she hired you.
Of course I headcannon catnapâs fur and so as yours to smell like lavender to match the soft smell of sleeping to help residents sleep better than they ever have.
I also headcannon you have claws that can be retract like a cat. You usually use your claws/nail to cut something for the crew, or to protect from demons or sinner trying to harm the hazbin hotel.
CREW HEADCANNONS!
I headcannon husk walking to you grumbling drunk as he drops on your body without you even needing to use your smoke on him. Honestly you patted him as you both were cats. You both purr in each other presences. Angel and Charlie recorded the moment to save for their whole life.
I headcannon after Lucifer moved in the hotel. He was definitely scared if you because of your endless wide ass gaping smile. But after you actually showed you can stop smiling like that. He stopped having nightmares of youđŠ. Poor little duck man had to hold his covers hearing your big ass steps around the halls.
I headcannon Angel and you sometimes compete trying to see whoâs chest fluff is most fluffy.
âŠand you wonđ
Literally what did he think when a 8ft tall cat creature who can make you pass out and hallucinate things have much more softer fur than him.
I headcannon Nifty one time tried to make you take a bath, but dead ass you blow the smoke in her face as she face planted on your paw. You laid her on the couch as you walked upstairs to go to bed on your own.
I headcannon that Charlie sometimes tries to make you sleep with the other residents rather than you forcing others to sleep. It didnât work out well as you stilled stayed up to knock people out.
Lucifer one time tried to talk to youâŠbut he couldnât get the hang of you being 8ft tallâŠit actually intimidated the king of hell himself as he gulps staring up at you. He forced you to get down low like a cat to face him as he pets you.
You purred of course with your usual grin making Lucifer blush as he rubs his face in your fur with a star gazed expression. Literally star in his eyes as he actually fells relaxed by the smell of lavender. ïżŒ
Alastor hates you sometimes, but he loves how calm and quiet you are despite you knocking his ass flat like a bug getting hit with a fly swatter. But he appreciates how you care for peopleâs health and sleep schedule.
Pentious absolutely loves you as his egg boiz cuddle up to you if itâs winter. You smile your smug smile as you whistle at the eggs who seem happy to be by you as Pentious also snugs himself in your fur
I kinda imagine when most people see an 8ft tall ass purple cat with white pupils with full black eyes staring at them. They piss their pants running as the whole hazbin crew hugs you admiring how soft your fur is.
Vaggie once seen you use your red smoke on angel, and she was concerned as she literally whipped out her spear at you as you only stared confused with a raised brow. You pushed the spear out of your sight explaining that angel couldnât sleep and asked you to help.
I can see that vaggie, Alastor, and Lucifer were the last ones to actually trust you before believing you have good intentions to helping people sleep.
The ones to immediately trust you was, Angel dust, a little bit of husk, Charlie immediately with nifty and Pentious behind her.
I headcannon you basically breathing out red smoke on accident once and knocking out the whole hotel cast as you sit there with your ears down ashamed
I image angel dust pulling out one of those cat lasers to tease you. But he didnât know that husk and you would immediately meow and purr for the laser as both of your eyes dilated. Angel died laughing as he took a picture of you falling on your back trying to grab the laser.
I headcannon vaggie to train you to fight only for you to prove her wrong when she woke up gasping for air to find out you used your smoke on her. She woke 5 hoursâŠ.yeah she never doubted you ever again
I image when watching a movie with the crew, some of them lean on you like pillow while some just use your tail like a blanket while you snore like an old grandpa.
I headcannon the overlords once had a meeting about you as one of them seen you and mistook you for a new scary overlord. But Lucifer being the silly man he is, showed them a photo of you cuddling up with him on the couch. âNah, heâs just a big ol cuddly cat..â he says with a snake smile as the overlords look at him like âWhat..the fuck..â
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summary: penelope accidentally mentions that someone has a crush on you, she can't say who it is but you make it into a game so she can :) warnings: spencer reid x bau!reader, gn reader, mentions of drinking wine, pg-13 language, talk of bugs?? its a nickname,,, lots of use of pet names lol, fluff, no mention of y/n yeehaw, pining, you're completely oblivious about how much spencer wants you, not proofread </3 authors note: first fic!! i haven't officially written a fic in. gosh, years?? since the pandemmy :( i really want to get back into writing, so have this little blurb that i thought of! by all means i am here for any constructive criticism you may have<3 wc: 2.7k
The clatter of fingertips tapping against a keyboard filled the dimly lit BAU office. You sit at your desk, eyes fixed on the glowing screen as you scroll through reports, cross-referencing case files and taking notes. The quiet hum of the building has long since settled into a lull; you barely realize how deeply you've fallen into your work,
The distant ticking of a clock finally breaks your trance, but it wasn't until you feel the hairs arise on the back of your neck that you become fully aware. You slowly blink with a quiet groan, glancing at the time at the bottom of your screen.
10:58 PM. Shit.
You align your fingertips atop of your keyboard, the soft clatter filling the office once more before you hear the all-too familiar voice.
"Babes, what are you still doing here?!"
You turn and see nobody else but Garcia, finally emitting from her bat-cave. Her arms cross against her chest, a disappointed hum coming from her pressed lips. "You, my love, should be at home in a nice hot bath with a glass of wine."
Your lips splay a lazy smirk as you lean back in your chair, stretching your body with a quiet groan. "I was just about to wrap up, Pen, I promise..." You assure your colleague, feeling the strain of staring at a screen all day every time that you blink.
"Good deal my beautiful bug," Penelope chirps as her arms drop to her side. She's just as tired as you are, having spent all of her day digging through databases to find information on a potential UnSub. Her heals click as she goes to turn away, walking back towards her office.
"You know, you have to get your beauty sleep for your lover boy in the mor..." Her once confident words grow timid as she begins to trail off.
Penelope's breath catches in her throat as she realizes the words that so effortlessly flew off her tongue, her blood running cold at her grave error. Spencer is going to kill her.
"My what?" Your eyes narrow, scoffing in a confused manner.
She stills, yet she doesn't turn to you.
"Nothing! I... I didn't say anything..." She mutters with a nervous stammer of your name, the rhythmic clicking of her heels continuing as she speeds to her office.
You stand, the wheels of your office chair sliding out from under you as you feel a weakness in both of your legs. You stretch once more, trying to think of when the last time you even stood was.
"Penelope Grace Garcia!"
Her hand is resting on the cold, slick material of the doorknob that has the potential to separate her from this deep abyss that she just dug herself into. Instead, she stills for another moment before turning to you once more.
Penelope has to think of a lie, and quick.
"Obviously... I was talking about Morgan!"
There is a reason why she does what she does for a living, and is rarely out on the field with the rest of the crew unless her technical skills are needed.
Your eyes squint with a tentative hum. You don't believe Garcia, not for a second.
"You do know I'm a profiler..." A grumble of amusement comes from your chest at Penelope's attempt.
"Right..." She murmurs, her voice quiet as she breaks your gaze. She's mentally kicking herself for blabbing, such a rookie mistake in the game of workplace gossip.
Your eyebrows raise as you await Garcia's confession. However, she stays strong, not uttering another peep from her velvet-painted lips.
"So...?" You sing after a beat of silence, stars of hope glistening in the pools of your eyes.
With a whine, Penelope's shoulders drop.
"Look... I love you, sweetness, I do..." Her lips droop into a frown. Penelope's eyes greet your own somberly with a shake of her own head. "But I promised I wouldn't tell..."
You feel a weight of disappointment on your chest, and with a sigh, you decide to drop it. Penelope sees the way the sparkle in your eye begins to dim, eliciting a whine from her barely audible to your own ears.
"But!" She chirps, trying to share some of her own light with you. Penelope shouldn't be doing this, and she knows it. However, she is far too nurturing to let a beautiful smile like yours falter for even a second. "If you guess it... it's not technically me telling you, right?"
"You know? I like the way your mind thinks," You hum, reveling in the fact that you got your way. "Twenty questions?" The cold sensation of the faux-leather hits you as you sit back in your chair.
The corner of Penelope's lips twitch upwards as a combination of guilt and excitement course through her veins. "You know I love a good game, hit me..." She murmurs, her voice self-assured as she pulls a chair from a nearby desk, her legs crossing as she sits next to you.
"Okay..." You mutter with a shaky sigh. The pounding of your heart fills your entire body, your stomach slightly cramping with nerves. "Is it someone I know?"
"Uh, duh?"
Your eyes flutter shut, raking through potential victims that fell for whatever love trap you didn't even intent on setting. "Male or female?"
"Acht! That's not part of the rules my curious friend and you know it," Her dark eyes narrow as she playfully scolds her colleague. "I'm totally counting it though, eighteen more questions..."
With pressed lips, you weigh out the obvious individuals who are least likely to be a contender. Penelope sees how deep you are in thought, and she can't help herself but quietly scoff.
How can you not know it's Spencer? She thinks to herself. Everyone around the office sees it -- everyone but you, apparently. As you think, her mind wanders to about two months prior, where Spencer came to her for love advice. Penelope, being herself, already knew he was fawning over you. She picked up on it the moment the genius somehow grew more awkward every time he were to speak to you.
However, also being herself, she refused to give him any sound advice until he spilled who the lucky contender was; which just so happened to be you.
The sound of your voice pulls her out of her own mind.
"Do I see them often?"
The corners of her lips prop upwards, almost tauntingly. "Very," she affirms.
Someone you see very often... you mentally walk through your day-to-day routine, retracing every step no matter how minuscule. You awake every morning to nobody in your apartment but your cat, besides the occasional sleepover with a friend every now and again. You ready yourself for work alone, your first stop in the morning being the local coffee shop down the street...
"Ooh! Is it someone from the coffee shop?" You chirp, your heart beginning to race at the idea of an unspoken stranger admiring your beauty from afar. Individuals you see there on a day-to-day basis flood your mind, although it completely falls empty for the exception of one person; a barista behind the counter, roughly your age who is not bad looking in the slightest.
"That would be a negative..." Her red-painted lips press together, a slight pang of disappointment hitting you in the gut that it wasn't the barista.
"Darn..." You tut, your mind trying to silently place the pieces of the puzzle together. Someone you know, someone you see often, not someone from the coffee shop...
Penelope can't believe how oblivious you are. How do you not pick up on the fact that Spencer follows you around the office like a lost puppy? Or the fact that when the two of you are on the field together, he insists you go with him or vice versa because he feels the need to protect you?
"No way that it's a colleague?" Your brows stitch together, your head slanting as you throw the inconceivable idea into the open.
Penelope's head slightly tilts downwards as she gazes at you through the top of her frames. She flashes you a sly, almost flirtatious grin at your not-so-far-fetched theory.
"And if it is?"
The feeling of your heart hammering in your heart is felt throughout your entire body, your cheeks warming as you feel blood rush to your brain.
"Who?!" You exclaim, completely forgoing the rules to the game. This narrows your options to about seven. Your hands fumble with the cotton on the hem of your shirt as you narrow your options down even further, a shuttering breath falling from your lips.
"How do you not know?!" Penelope is quick to match your energy, an actual pain shooting through her chest at your own naivety. Her brows raise as her eyes widen, her fists balling as she folds herself back from blurting it out.
Your lips part as you're about to exclaim something quick and witty back to your colleague when it hits you. Like a fish gulping for water, you feel the soft skin of your lips quickly snap shut.
The memories hit you all at once: the mornings you're in a rush and you forget your coffee - Reid excusing himself for a moment with a muttered excuse before returning with it minutes later, the nights you return home from a case and he offers to spend time with you because it pains you being alone after what you saw, the countless facts he will ramble to you on the plane because damn it, you're the only one that actually listens to him.
"Oh my god, Reid?" Your jaw drops as you gasp, your arms numbing as your nerves shoot past the roof and to the stratosphere.
With a relieved sigh, Penelope's palms slap against her thighs, planting her leg down onto the floor with her other one. "Finally!" She groans, almost feeling a sense of comfort that you know and the weird tension around the office while the two are around would soon come to an end.
"Since when?!" Your heart ticks against your chest so hard that you can hear it in your ears. Never in a million years would you assume it would be Spencer that would be silently pining over you. Reid?!
"Since like... forever, buttercup!" Penelope giggles. She can see the dots being connected in the pretty little brain of yours, and god, she loves it. Her voice softens, a warm, almost maternal intent behind them. "We really should be getting home..." She groans, her gaze flicking to the clock on the wall. "Since you two are totes madly in love already, let me know when one of you decides to make the move, okay?"
With a roll of your eyes, the back of your hand ever so gently strikes the side of Garcia's arm. She notices the way blush speckles across your face, a knowing grin playing against her own. You can't ignore the way your chest fuzzes over at the thought of Spencer feeling about you the way you feel about him, it makes your stomach ache with desire; you don't know if you love or hate the sensation.
"Goodnight, Garcia..." A mix between a chuckle and a sigh of contentment is emitted from you. She mumbles a quick 'good night' with a quick, playful wink before standing from her chair, returning it to its original home.
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The next morning you're in a hurry to get to work, oversleeping by a long shot as it took you forever to wind down last night due to your wandering thoughts.
You get to your desk with merely minutes to spare, a tired, overwhelmed groan falling from your lips as you place your bag in your desk and splay your jacket against the back of your chair.
"Long night last night, agent?"
You don't even have to look up to know who it is... your body freezes for a moment, not sure if you're prepared to deal with this; not yet, anyways.
With a soft sigh, your gaze is lifted and immediately greeted with Spencer's. His large, curious and caring stare. His hazel eyes almost bare into your own, causing a tingle to run down your spine. You try to ignore the butterflies that patter within the walls of your stomach, yet they're hard to confine.
"Yeah... I'm fine, Reid," You nod, your lips tentatively pressing together. "Just didn't sleep worth the damn last night... just... thinking about the case..." You trail, the sound of your voice growing softer and quieter like a beautiful decrescendo.
His lips part for just a moment, an inaudible 'ah' coming from him before giving you an understanding nod.
"I figured... Garcia told me you were here late last night and I kind of... presumed this may happen," He muses with an awkward chuckle. "Which is why... I brought you this..."
Reid's tall frame trails away from your desk for a moment, which draws out a soft hum from you as you tap your fingertips against the smooth, cool material of your desk.
His long stride is quick to return, your heart almost leaping out of your throat as he sees what's within his long, slender fingers.
Your favorite coffee.
You accept the gesture, your stomach doing flips as you take the cup within the confines of your own grasp. You mumble something quick and playful, telling Spencer that he is your favorite person in the world right now for such a small action.
The feeling of someone else watching you is burned into the back of your skull, a sensation churning in your gut that you can't shake. Your gaze flicks over to the side, in which you're immediately greeted by Garcia.
She not-so-subtly flashes two thumbs up at you, her nails painted a shade of dark purple. "Go get 'em!" She mouths in approval, your gaze quickly turning over to the male in front of you in attempt to hide Penelope's matchmaking attempt.
"Hey... do you um... maybe want to get coffee at this place together sometime?" You attempt to thickly swallow down your nerves, trying to soothe the heartbeat creeping out of your chest.
Spencer is silent a moment, his lips twitching upwards in a sign of approval at your suggestion. You see the thoughts shifting through his mind, the rates of his blinks increasing in a sense of disbelief that you're actually asking him this.
"I-- um... yeah! Let's do tomorrow before work? If... you're okay getting up that early, if not we can totally do a different time, perhaps--"
"Tomorrow it is..." You cut him off, something you rarely do. He nods in agreement, a quiet 'tomorrow' mumbled from his lips as he attempts to conceal his excitement.
Youâre not sure how to shake off the butterflies in your stomach, but Spencerâs shy smile is enough to make you feel warm all over. You take a sip of your coffee, letting the moment linger. Before you can say anything else, Garciaâs voice breaks through your thoughts, louder than life.
"You two better not cancel on me! I want details!" she teases from across the room, flashing a mischievous grin your way. You roll your eyes, but you canât help the chuckle that escapes your lips.
Spencer, now fully aware of the matchmakerâs antics, lets out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair, looking even more flustered than before.
You meet his gaze again, a new kind of tension settling between youâa mix of nerves, excitement, and something deeper that youâre not ready to name just yet. You take a breath, feeling that the next chapter of whatever this is has already started, and itâs thrilling.
âI guess Iâll see you tomorrow then,â you murmur, unable to stop the grin thatâs threatening to split your face. Spencer nods, his smile small but genuine, as he turns to head to his desk.
As he walks away, you catch a glimpse of Garcia again, this time with an exaggerated wink. You shake your head, but you canât suppress the warmth blooming in your chest. Tomorrowâs going to be interesting, to say the least.
And maybe... just maybe, things are finally falling into place.
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rain, rain, (don't) go away
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: you put your trust in a handsome stranger in the midst of a bit of bizarre wet weather. what could go wrong? (4.6k)
warnings: minimal swearing
a/n: not quite the summer lando series i've been working on but the idea for this came to me in a dream a while ago lmao
It doesnât often rain in Monaco. Especially not during the summer.Â
So when you feel a drop splash against your forehead, then another, youâre wildly unprepared. You squint up at the rapidly darkening sky like it's personally wronged you, and youâre met with another raindrop, this time in your eye.Â
Part of you wonders if you could try and make it home before it starts to pour. The other part knows it would be an impossible feat given your lack of a car and how far youâd have to run in such a short amount of time. Even as you ponder the thought, the occasional drops turn into a heavy drizzle.Â
You barely make it under the nearest awning before it really starts to come down. All around you are people scrambling to get out of the rain and somewhere dry, caught off guard by the unexpected downpour like you are.Â
âCrazy rain, huh?â You startle at the sound of a voice from next to you, gaze snapping to your left to see a man huddled under the same awning, most likely having come up with the same idea you did. âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you.â He apologizes, holding his hands up in surrender. âI take it you werenât expecting rain when you left the house today either?âÂ
You scoff, chuckling. âWas anybody?âÂ
You tear your eyes away from the sky to look at him once more, and to say youâre pleasantly surprised is an understatement.Â
Your awning buddy is awfully attractive, and looks to be around your age too. A form-fitting black sweater stretches across broad shoulders, paired with baggy blue jeans that might not have worked for everyone, but definitely suits him well. Heâs smiling at you too, a lopsided grin that has you intrigued by him. âThe one time I didn't check my weather app before I headed out.âÂ
âYou actually check the weather app?â He chuckles, tilting his head.Â
âYou donât?âÂ
âCanât say that I do. Usually I just trust the vibes when I look out the window. Didnât really work out today, though.â He holds his palm out from under the makeshift shelter, letting the rain pool in his hand before dumping it on the ground, flicking his fingers to rid them of the excess drops with a scrunched nose. âIs this your first time in Monaco?âÂ
You shook your head, smiling softly. âI live here. You?â He bobs his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. âItâs never rained like this though, especially this time of year.âÂ
âIf itâs any consolation, I reckon itâll stop soon. Itâs usually pretty quickââÂ
A bolt of lightning flashes through the sky right at that moment, followed by a clap of thunder not five seconds later. If it continues on like this, you might be stuck here forever.Â
âHuh! Maybe not.â The man sounds amused, aiming a sympathetic smile at you. You canât help but chuckle, and you notice it makes him perk up a bit, looking pleased with himself. âHope you donât have anywhere to be.âÂ
âHonestly? I donât. But Iâd rather not be standing under this awning til the storm lets up. Could be ages, by the looks of it.âÂ
A stream rushes its way down the street, carrying a sad swirl of leaves down the storm drain at the corner along with it. It seems everyone else has come to their senses and found somewhere warm and dry to wait out the sudden storm because when you look around, the two of you are the only ones still outside.Â
As if the man can sense what youâre thinking, he speaks. Heâs smiling hopefully at you, head tilted invitingly. âThereâs a cafe down the block that was open before it started to rain. Care to join me?âÂ
Normally, youâd be wary about a handsome stranger inviting you to an unknown location. This seems like one of those situations youâve been warned about, but right now you canât find it in yourself to care. Itâs about time you put yourself out there, take a chance for once. Youâre pretty sure he wonât try to kidnap you.Â
âIâd love to.â You reply. You peer out at the dreary grey sky again, lips twisting into a grimace. âIs it just me or does it seem to be raining harder?âÂ
âI say we make a break for it. Run like hell on three.â He says firmly. You nod and he does the same, holding out his hand. You slip your fingers through his without a second thought. âOne, two, threeâgo, go, go!âÂ
You both take off in a wild sprint down the sidewalk, splashing through puddles on your way. He giggles the whole time, peals of laughter bouncing off the cobbled street that sound gleeful. Youâre laughing too, because who wouldâve ever thought youâd be running through the rain hand in hand with a guy youâve only just met?
He tugs you along, leading the way to your destination confidently. Well, as confident as one can while being half-blinded by a torrential downpour.Â
You nearly slip as you make a poor attempt at a sudden stop when he finally slows, and you probably wouldâve ended up flat on your ass if he hadnât grabbed you by your forearms, steadying you with an infectious grin that you canât help but return.Â
The bell above the door rings when the two of you stumble inside, soaked to the bone even in the very short time it took to get down the road. But you know what they say, when it rains, it pours.Â
He shakes the rainwater from his hair not unlike a dog would shake out its fur, and in the process splatters you with the droplets. Normally you wouldnât be too happy about it, but youâre already drenched and heâs very cute, so you donât mind.Â
The place is pretty much empty when you look around, save for a handful of other patrons doing their own things. Itâs cute thoughâcozy and warm, the smell of coffee beans and something sweet floating through the air. You never noticed it before, but itâs exactly the kind of cafe that you love.Â
The man seems to notice that youâre still holding hands, because his cheeks turn pink and he drops it, smiling rather bashfully.Â
âSorry. Iâm Lando, by the way.â He introduces himself softly, rubbing the back of his neck. You tell him your name and he repeats it, testing it out on his tongue. Youâre not ashamed to admit you like the way it sounds when heâs the one saying it. âNice to meet you.âÂ
âNice to meet you too.âÂ
âIâm gonna go order something so they donât think weâre loitering. Preferably something hot, because Iâve got water in places water definitely shouldnât be.â He shudders, pulling his soggy sweater away from his torso as proof. âDo you want anything?âÂ
You ponder for a moment before responding. âA latte sounds amazing right now. Iâll pay you back, of course.âÂ
Lando shakes his head, backpedaling towards the counter. âMy treat. You just sit there and look pretty.â You roll your eyes playfully at him, but smile nonetheless. âOh look, youâre doing great already!âÂ
That makes your cheeks grow hot. Youâve just met Lando and heâs flirting with you, and you don't mind at all. In fact, you have half a mind to flirt back.Â
He finds you at a table soon after, balancing two cups and a concerningly large paper bag. You pop to your feet, carefully grabbing the bag to ease the load, and peer into it. Thereâs at least five different pastries inside, all of them looking absolutely mouthwatering.Â
âI hope youâre hungry. Got convinced to buy a few things by the lovely old lady at the counter.â Lando says sheepishly, sliding into the seat opposite you. âVery persuasive, she is.âÂ
You shrug. âI could eat.âÂ
Youâre not sure how long you sit there, chatting with each other like you're the only two in the world. Itâs surprisingly easy to talk to him too. Heâs funny and quick-witted and he talks very animatedly with his hands, you notice. You find it cute.Â
Lando tells you about himself, asks about you and your life story, and you find yourself settling in nicely with his friendly nature. This isnât a date by any means, but he makes it feel like one by the way he truly pays attention to you and what you're saying, nodding along closely with rapt attention. As far as listeners go, he's a fantastic one.Â
Youâve also learned a lot about him. He was born and raised in the UK, but moved here a few years ago for work. What exactly did for work, he wasnât too forthcoming with, but you donât pay it any mind. Youâve just met, after all. Youâre not expecting him to tell you his whole life story.Â
But it also doesnât feel like youâve just met. You arenât sure why, but Lando has this way of making you feel like youâve known each other for ages, of making you feel comfortable and at ease with every word out of his mouth.Â
Your clothes and hair have just started to dry out a bit, and youâre having a great time. Such a nice time, you donât even notice the girl approaching your table. Lando sees her before you do, and he smiles politely.Â
âHi, Iâm so sorry to bother you guys, but are you Lando Norris?â She asks hopefully. She looks young, maybe fifteen or sixteen. Her eyes flick to you, and you can tell sheâs nervous, so you smile back. Youâre confused to say the least, but you remember what you were like at her age. She reminds you a bit of yourself.Â
Lando nods. âI am, yeah. Whatâs your name?âÂ
âValeria. But everyone here just calls me Val. Iâm the ownerâs granddaughter, so I work here all the time.âÂ
âWell, itâs very nice to meet you, Val.âÂ
She looks positively starstruck now, hands trembling as she holds up her phone. âWould you mind if I got a photo with you? You can totally say no if Iâm interrupting something, IââÂ
âYouâre alright, love, donât worry.â Lando stands, moving into selfie position next to her. The poor girlâs arm shakes so much youâre positive the photo wonât turn out clear at all, so you slide out of your seat too.Â
âHere, let me.â You take the phone gently, motioning the two of them to scoot closer to get them in frame with each other.Â
Val looks a combination of relieved and grateful, while Lando gives off nothing but a cool, albeit reserved, confidence. The same kind of confidence a celebrity might have when approached by a fan of theirs. But certainly Lando couldnât be famousâŠright?Â
You shake away the idea, snapping a handful of photos before passing it back to her, figuring there can never be too many to choose from. She beams bright, hugging him quickly, then to your surprise, gives you a hug as well.Â
âThank you so much! Iâll get out of your hair now. Enjoy your food!â With that, she hurries away with a bounce in her step, disappearing into the kitchen.Â
You turn to Lando with arched brows. âThat was interesting.âÂ
âSo interesting.â He echoes, but his tone makes it sound like he doesnât quite agree.Â
âWhat are you, famous or something?â You mean it as a light jest, but Lando looks guilty for some reason. He beckons for you to take your seat again, sliding back into his own before offering you a sheepish smile.Â
âUm, there might be something I havenât told you yet.âÂ
âShit, are you actually famous?âÂ
â...Yeah, kinda.â You arch a curious brow, and he sighs, but not in exasperation. âIâm a Formula One racing driver. For McLaren.â
Formula OneâŠracingâŠit all sounds slightly familiar, but you canât quite place it. Then it dawns on you.Â
Lando isnât just a local celebrityâheâs literally world famous.Â
Youâve heard your friends talk about the races before, a few of your relatives who keep up with the sport, but youâd never paid it any mind. It just wasnât something you could see yourself being interested in. That really famous race that takes place here in the streets every year that makes traffic an absolute fucking nightmare the whole week, Lando drives in that race, and countless others around the world, if you recall your limited knowledge correctly.Â
HeâsâŠcool. And heâs sitting right here with you in a tiny cafe, and you had no idea who he was.Â
âOh my god, you must think I live under a rock or something! This is so embarrassing, IââÂ
âNo, no! Iâm notâI donât go around expecting everyone to know who I am, I swear. Itâs just that most people usually do recognize me, and it saves me the whole âhaving to tell them Iâm famousâ thing, which always just makes things really awkward, andâŠyeah.âÂ
âThings donât have to be awkward.âÂ
âNo?âÂ
âNo. We donât even have to talk about it.âÂ
âWe donât?â He sounds a tad wary, but when you nod, the tension in his posture melts away. Relief floods his features at once. âThank you. Itâs actually quite nice to meet someone who has no idea what I do. Makes me feel normal for once.âÂ
âGlad my lack of sports knowledge makes you feel like a regular guy,â You joke, nudging his foot with yours under the table. He gives you a light kick in return, infectious smile back in full bloom once again. You quite like it when he smiles.Â
Youâve just moved on to a new topic that has nothing to do with Landoâs job when his phone buzzes, making him jolt in surprise. He digs it out of his pocket, and when he sees the name flash across the screen, his eyes go wide.Â
âSorry, hang on. Iâve gotta get this.â He says, hitting the answer button. Itâs a quick phone call, and you try your best not to eavesdrop, but whoever is on the other line has Lando worked up when he hangs up.Â
âEverything okay?â You ask lightly. Lando bobs his head quickly.Â
âYeah, itâsâI, uh, Iâve gotta go. I forgot about a work event, apparently. That was my press officer, wondering where the hell I am and how fast I can get there.â He sounds disappointed, smiling almost sadly. âSo much for feeling normal.âÂ
You try your best not to let your face fall when you nod. âI should get going too. Get home before the next freak summer rainstorm.âÂ
Itâs nice when you step outside. You tilt your face up towards the sky, feeling the sun warm your face. This is the Monaco you know and love. Though if it hadnât rained, you wouldâve never met Lando.Â
He turns to face you, shoving his hands into his pockets. âThanks for the nice afternoon. I had a good time.âÂ
âMe too.âÂ
âMaybe Iâll see you around?âÂ
âMaybe you will.âÂ
âI certainly hope so.â He says softly. You shift slightly on the balls of your feet, suddenly feeling awkward. Youâre not sure how to leave things with him, and it looks like he feels the same by the way he mirrors your actions. âUm, I really should leave, soâŠgoodbye, I guess?â The look on his face tells you that leaving is the last thing he wants to do, but he has to.Â
âBye, Lando.âÂ
âBye.â He echoes, one more time before turning away from you to head down the street.Â
You can only bring yourself to wait a few seconds before you call his name again. He turns around instantly despite his hurry, meeting your gaze. You want to say something to him thatâll make him remember you, because chances are youâll never cross paths again. If you were brave enough, maybe you'd even ask him for his number. But youâre not, so you donât. Instead, you just smile at him.Â
âThanks for the latte.âÂ
If heâs disappointed, he hides it well. He smiles back at you, warm and bright like the sun beginning to peek out from behind the clouds. âOf course.âÂ
You watch him walk away, fighting that pesky little feeling in your gut telling you that youâre making a mistake by letting him go. Itâll go away soon, and youâll go on with your life like youâre meant to.Â
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You find yourself going back to the same cafe often, whenever you're out and want a little treat before you go home. The pastries are always still as delicious as the first time you had them, and youâve become well acquainted with the staff as the time goes on.Â
Oh, and that feeling you had when you let Lando leave without a word?Â
It never went away. Itâs still here, worming its way into your thoughts every chance it can get.Â
Youâre a little embarrassed to admit that every time you walk into the cafe, you hope youâll see Lando. Itâs wishful thinking more than anything, hoping heâll be there when you go. Heâs probably busy doing his thing anywhere but here, busy racing around in the world to the tune of thousands of screaming fans. Youâre not sure if he even remembers you, or the afternoon youâd spent together.Â
Why would he? In the world of Lando Norris, world famous Formula One driver, youâre probably just a speck of dirt in his rearview mirror.Â
The thought gets pushed to the back of your mind as you step up to the counter to order. Val beams at you from behind the register.Â
âHey, Val,â You greet the young girl warmly, returning her smile. Youâve become quite fond of her and her youthful energy, and she always brightens your day. âHowâs business going?âÂ
âOh you know, same old.â Val waves an absentminded hand in the air as she keys in your usual order with the other. Her smile turns mischievous at the same time, like she knows something you donât, and you narrow your eyes at her, already knowing what she's going to ask. âHave you heard from Lando?âÂ
âNo, I havenât. Howâs summer school going?âÂ
She makes a funky face at you, rolling her eyes. âBoring. Way to change the subject though.â Before she can press any more about Lando, someone calls her name from the kitchen. âUgh, Iâll be right back. Make yourself comfy, wait for your order, you know the drill!âÂ
You chuckle to yourself, heading straight for your usual table by the window to wait for your name to be called.Â
You like to sit while you enjoy your food and drink, watching the people and cars go by outside. The streets of Monaco are always busy and bustling, but being in here feels like a pocket of peace.Â
âIs this seat taken?âÂ
Your brow crinkles at the sudden voice, because you know for a fact there are at least four or five other empty tables available other than the one youâre currently sitting at, but this person chose to to ask you.Â
Pocket of peaceâŠdisrupted.Â
You let out a short sigh through your nose, turning your head from the window to politely tell them to find another seat, preferably at a table that isnât yours, and thatâs when you see him.Â
Lando is grinning at you when you look over, lopsided and endearing just like the first time you met him.Â
âOh fuck!â You canât help the expletive that falls from your mouth at the sight of him, even though thereâs a thousand other things youâd told yourself youâd say to Lando if you ever saw him again. Heâs got his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants, and heâs rocking on the balls of his feet slightly like heâs nervous as he waits for you to do something other than curse at him. âLando! Iâyouâhi.âÂ
âHi,â He echoes, shoulders creeping up towards his ears. All you can do is stare at him, wide eyed in disbelief. âMind if I sit?âÂ
âYes. I mean, no. I mean, yes, you can sit.â You fumble over your words like youâre not used to speaking, feeling your cheeks flame embarrassingly hot. Lando just chuckles, sliding into the chair across from you. âUm, so howâve you been?âÂ
He rubs at the back of his neck, bobbing his head. âGood! Bit busy. We had a triple header the last three weeks, so itâs just nice to be home again.âÂ
âOh, I bet. I donât think Iâd be very good company if I couldnât sleep in my own bed for three straight weeks.âÂ
âThatâs fair. Though to be honest, Iâve gotten scarily good at falling asleep anywhere. If itâs a flat surface, I can nap.âÂ
âI donât know whether to be impressed or concerned.âÂ
âImpressed would be mint. Otherwise I just sound like a dumbass.âÂ
You laugh at that, and in this moment, you realize just how much youâve missed Lando. No matter how many times youâve tried to convince yourself to forget about him, to convince yourself that there was no point in pining after someone youâd only spent a few hours with, it all came back to this. You missed him because you like him.Â
âI need to tell you something.â He blurts suddenly, bracing his elbows on the table.Â
You nod, expression turning thoughtful. Whatever thoughts youâre having about liking Lando can wait. âSure, go ahead.âÂ
âThis is gonna sound unbelievably weird and maybe even a little bit creepy, but I need to get it off my chest or else I think Iâll regret it for the rest of my life.â If you didnât know any better, youâd say that Lando looked nervous. The bouncing of his leg you can feel under the table and the way he plays with his fingers supports your theory.Â
You cock your head at him, reaching across the surface to steady his fidgeting with a hand over both of his. His gaze snaps down to your touching hands, and you can see him visibly gulp.Â
âWhatâs going on? Are you okay, is something wrong?âÂ
He shakes his head quickly. âNo, nothingâs wrong. Everything isâŠthe opposite, really. Everything is right. Meeting you, finding my way back to youâhere of all places. I donât believe in fate or anything like that, but this sure feels like something along those lines.âÂ
âLando, Iââ
âI havenât been able to stop thinking about you since that afternoon. I tried everything. Nothing worked. I couldnât get you out of my head.â He confesses. His fingers curl around yours gently, thumb stroking over the ridges of your knuckles. âIf Iâm being completely with myself, I think itâs because I didnât want to get you out of my head. And I just got off the plane an hour ago, but instead of going home and passing out like I usually do, I came here, hoping that somehow, youâd be here too.âÂ
âCan I say something now?â You ask lightly, stifling a giggle.Â
His cheeks flush an embarrassed pink, and he motions for you to go ahead. âYeah, yeah, sorry. I talk too much when I get nervous. Iâm working on it, Iâfuck, sorry again. You go. Iâll shut up.âÂ
âI still think itâs cute.â
âIs that the only thing about me you still think is cute, orâŠ?âÂ
That gets another laugh out of you. You chuckle, giving his hand a squeeze. âNot at all. I still think all of you is cute, andâŠI havenât been able to stop thinking about you either. We havenât known each other long, but I really like you, Lando.â Â
âI could kiss you right now.âÂ
âWhatâs stopping you?â
You donât have time to second guess your newfound confidence before heâs leaning across the table, sliding a large hand over your jaw and pressing his lips against yours. Lando kisses you softlyâgentle, like heâs worried youâll pull away if heâs too forward with it.Â
Youâre fully aware that youâre smiling like a madman against his lips, but in your defense, he is too. His eyes open slowly when you pull away, almost tentatively as if heâs not quite sure what just happened actually happened.Â
He leans back just enough to study you, letting his gaze flit around your face, taking in every detail he possibly can. All while he grins larger than Cheshire cat, like heâs a kid whose parents just told them they could get whatever they wanted at the candy shop, instead of kissing you for the first time.Â
âI was gonna be nice and bring you your order, but it looks like youâve already got something sweet.â Valâs voice cuts through the moment, and when you look over at her, she looks over the moon.Â
âLando, you remember Val, right?âÂ
âUh huh,â Lando hums, holding out his hand for a fist bump that she happily gives him. âThanks again for the heads up.âÂ
âHold on, what? What heads up?âÂ
The two of them share a look, like theyâre debating whether or not to tell you their secret. Then Lando sighs, giving her a go ahead nod, and she squeals, setting your food down.Â
âOkay, so you know how you come in here all the time after work? Well me, being the keenly observant, brilliant young mind I am, noticed a pattern. You come on the same days, at the same time, and you never stray.â She explains excitedly, all but bouncing on the balls of her feet. You aim a questioning glance over at Lando, who just gives another amused nod.
Val continues excitedly, âSo Iâm expecting you today, right? But then the door opens and guess who walks in? Lando! He asks me if youâve ever come back here after that one day and Iâm like oh my god, you have no idea! So I tell him to wait a half hour for you, and now youâre both here and my matchmaking skills can be put to rest.â
âAre you being serious right now? Really, I canât tell.âÂ
She tilts her head, popping a hand on her hip. For the same girl whoâd been so nervous to meet Lando just weeks ago, sheâs got a surprising amount of sass in his presence today. âWhy would I not be serious? Iâm basically a genius, and I expect to be invited to the wedding. Youâre welcome, by the way.âÂ
âAlright, thatâs enough, cheers, Val!â Lando blurts, shooting her a pointed look.Â
âCan I get paddock passes for making this whole thing happen? Preferably Monaco but I could probably make it to Monza too. Imola is a little far.âÂ
Lando blinks at her for a few moments, probably seeing if she actually means it. When all she does is raise her eyebrows, he concedes. âMaybe. Iâll make some calls, see what I can do.âÂ
âFantastic. Well, Iâll leave you two lovebirds alone!âÂ
You both watch as she all but skips happily off, then turn back to each other.Â
âSheâsâŠdefinitely something,â You sigh, shaking your head. Secretly, you owe her everything.Â
âEh, I dunno. Kidâs growing on me.â He reaches across the table, lacing his fingers through yours with a fond twinkle in those pretty eyes of his.Â
âHow serious are you about those paddock passes?âÂ
âI meanâŠshe did help me out massively. Iâd have missed you if it werenât for her.â Lando shrugs, rubbing an absentminded thumb over yours. âI hope you know I wouldâve come back until I found you again. Everyday, if I had to.âÂ
âMe too.âÂ
If youâd told your past self that a bizarre summer rainstorm in sunny Monaco wouldâve led you to where you are right now, you wouldnât have believed it. But now, as you sit here with Lando, smiling at each other like complete and total idiots, youâve never been more grateful for a bit of unexpected rain.
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HONEYMOON PHASE â A. MIYA
cws; swearing, gn?reader but it gives fem to me even tho theres not descriptions of reader or gendered pet names, married life, tooth rotting fluff, yeah.
wc; 605
"'s it too late," atsumu's voice is muffled and his words slurred as he speaks, face buried in your shoulder.
"mm?" you respond sleepily, not really listening to him. strong tan arms are wrapped around your middle, and you absentmindedly curl your fingers into his untoned bleached hair. he purrs at the feeling, pulling you closer to him so he can press his mouth to your neck, grinning lazily. you make a slight noise of protest as you feel his teeth against your neck, and then he bites you, really bites you, to make you shut up.
"mmh, leave the jackals, y'know? fuck 'em, i could become a hermit or a monk or somethin'."
a drowsy, surprised giggle bubbles out of you, and his smile widens in response. he likes making you laugh.
"tsumu," you say, and he realises with glee that you still have your rough, lower-than-usual, sexy morning voice. "tsumu, monks can't get married, i think. and they have to be bald."
he groans, but you're not sure which one it's in response to. switching tactics, you half-heartedly try to push him off you.
"lemme stay here," he whines. "i love you, i wannaâ"
"tsumu, no," you chide him, and he quiets down like a kicked puppy. raising his head, he pulls your left hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the spot just above your wedding ring before he gets up with a sleepy yawn.
"five years into our marriage and you still don't let me sleep in," he says with a pout.
you ignore him, pausing mid-movement to admire his sculpted figure and the way his body moves as he transfers his wedding ring from his finger to the chain around his neck. when he notices you looking, a bright, boyish grin lights up his face. "can't risk losing it," he tells you, still smiling. you can't help but mirror his expression with your own giddy, lovestruck smile.
you're fixing up breakfast in the kitchen when he comes in, although he's still not dressed to leave yet. you turn to him, smiling when he nuzzles his face into yours. "baby, can i drive you t'work?"
you shake your head, hands coming up to cup his face. "you're already running late, love."
he rolls his eyes in response, angling his head to kiss your palm. "baby, best friend, love of my fuckin' life. is it such a crime to want to spend more time with you?"
"we have all the time in the world, tsumu," you say. "eat quick and go."
"not leaving the house without you," he says sulkily. "they can practice without their favourite setter for a bit."
"favourite? that's debatable," you tease, sitting down next to him with your own breakfast. atsumu kisses your knuckles again with a sly grin, ignoring your dig at him. "but i'm your favourite setter."
"you're my favourite everything," you say, and then you laugh as the red spreads across his cheeks and his nose and the tips of his ears. your breakfasts remain untouched as he leans in to kiss all over your face in a bid to distract you.
"are you flirting with me, y/n l/n?" he asks.
"maybe," you reply, still laughing.
he shuts you up with a kiss. "what if we skip work today?"
"and do what, exactly?"
"laze around, y'know. i just want to stay with you, spend some time together."
"hmm." you pretend to think, but your mind is already made up. "i dunno..."
he kisses your palm, and then your wrist. "please?"
you've never been able to resist those stupid puppy eyes, anyways.
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snow spider ; miguel o'hara.
pairing ; miguel o'hara x spider!reader (gender-neutral)
synopsis ;Â you were the ice to his fireâand miguel was burning for you.
words ; 4.4k
themes ; fluff, slight angst
warnings / includes ;Â set before the events of atsv, descriptions of injury/violence, cursing, a bit suggestive, mentions/appearances of other spidey characters, ben being a dramatic idiot, peter & may being adorable, cameos of magneto and doc ock, miguel is down so bad, can you guys tell i'm also in an asoiaf phase ? (winter is coming !!)
a/n ; there will be a part two set during the events of atsv !!
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You were Miguelâs seventeenth recruit. The first of your name. The first that wasnât a Peter Parker, or a Jessica Drew, or a Ben Reilly.Â
When Miguel dropped into your universe, one rife with crime and tragedy, stricken by a never-ending winter, he fell into a large pile of snow.Â
âDamn it,â he whispered through chattering teeth, brushing off the frigid frost clinging to his suit and glancing around the iced-over city. There were sparse few people littering the streets, hovering over trash-fires and clutching rumbling stomachs. This was certainly a stark contrast to Nueva Yorkâthe universe looked dead, almost. A ghost town, frozen over into nothing but a glacial artifact.
Before Miguel could start forward to look for the Spider of the universe, a sticky web shot out from seemingly nowhere, binding his hands together. Ah. It seemed that youâd found him before he could find you.
âYouâre not from here. I canât smell the winter on you,â a voice echoed, saturated with curiosity, edged with caution. A second later, you materialized in front of him, clad in a white suit, sharp silver lines running over your form. On your chest was a spider, a pale snowflake engraved into its abdomen. Miguel stared at you with wide eyes. âWho are you?â
A beat of silence.Â
âYour universe is cold,â was all he could think of saying, still caught off-guard.Â
You took a step back. âMy universeâŠ?â
After clearing his throat, he shook himself out of his reverie. âMy name is Miguel OâHara. Iâm from a different universe. Iâm here to recruit you into my team to help keep the multiverse from collapsing.â
You shifted, muscles still tense. âHow do I know youâre telling the truth?â
Lifting his wrists, Miguel twisted a hand and used his sharp claws to cut himself free of the sticky bonds. âLet me show you.â
It wasnât supposed to be like this. Miguel wasnât supposed to like you this much. You were just meant to be another recruit for the Spider Society⊠maybe a close work companion, or a trusted friend at best.Â
But as he watched you dart in and out of visibility, your suit only but flashes of white and silver, he couldnât help but marvel at how easy it was to work with you. How much he genuinely enjoyed working with you, spending time with you, listening to you laugh at his stiff quips. And he really thought he was being subtle about it, but Jessica had already picked up on Miguelâs keen interest in you, always teasing him about having a crush on another Spider.
It wasnât a crush, though. No, Miguel just really liked your work ethic.
Right?
âHeads up!â you yelled, swinging forward and using the momentum to kick an incoming car barreling right in his direction. The metal doors caved in beneath the power of your strike, veering to the left just in time to miss him.Â
The two of you were taking down another anomaly thatâd cropped up, one of the several dozens in only the past week. This anomaly, however, wasnât the regular neighborhood villain theyâd usually get, but instead an omega-level mutant: Magneto.Â
Shards of metal rained down around you, but you were quick to deflect by thwipping out large, sticky webs to catch them before they could impale you.Â
âThis guy manipulates metal, Miguel!â you yelled. âCuffs wonât work on him!âÂ
Another large metal pole rocketed straight for you, but Miguel dove towards you, yanking you out of the way.
âThanks!â you told him, a bit too wound up to notice his large hands tightly wound around your midriff. âCan you distract him for me?â
Nodding wordlessly, Miguel shot out several glowing, synthetic webs in quick succession to momentarily blind Magneto. You used his shoulder to launch yourself upward, turning invisible in mid-air.Â
Before the man could realize what was happening, you yanked his protective helmet off, landing a calculated strike to the back of his head. Immediately, all the bits of metal floating in the air came plummeting to the ground, and Magneto went limp in your hold. You swung down to the ground, coming back into view.Â
âYouâre gonna have to alert one of the Spiders that we need a metal-free cage for him,â you told Miguel, a bit breathless.Â
Okay, a lot breathless. There was a sharp sting on your sideâa broken piece of metal must have grazed you during the fight.
Miguel wound an arm around you to help you walk, concern festering within his chest at the sight of crimson staining your once-pristine white suit, his other hand dragging an unconscious Magneto by the scruff of his collar. With a tap of the watch, a portal opened up, flashing a multitude of bright oranges and purples.Â
Back in his universe, Miguel was quick to hand Magneto over to a few Peters, telling them to be careful not to get any metal near him. You pulled off your mask and squeezed Miguelâs bicep in gratitude when he shifted his hold on you, ensuring that you wouldnât put any weight on your injured side. Even exhausted, you were beautiful. Miguel remembered the first time he saw you without your mask: the entirety of his linguistic vernacular went flying out the window and he was left embarrassingly spluttering out a long string of incoherent sentences. You were patient with him, beaming wide and nodding emphatically, even though none of what he said had made sense.Â
Yeah, alright, fine. Miguel had a crush. It really wasnât a big deal (it was a very big deal). Heâd be damned if heâd ever admit it to Jessica, thoughâthat woman would never let him live it down.
Several Spiders waved hello to the two of you as you hobbled by, and you could only give them a winded half-smile in return. Some of them asked if you were alright, noticing the blood on your suit, but you reassured their worries away, âIâm fine. Miguelâs got me.â
A rush of protectiveness fell over him, and he clutched onto you all the tighter, hurrying to make his way back to the base. There were a few Spiders hanging around the control panels, chattering amongst themselves, and Miguel gave them a quick scan to make sure things were going smoothly since his departure. Once everything seemed to be in order, he finally tugged you into a more secluded room, helping you sit on a table as he grabbed the first aid kit.Â
âSorry,â he murmured, ripping off his mask as well. His dark hair was disheveled, sharp brown eyes softening with guilt. âI got distracted during the fight.â
âHey, it happens,â you replied warmly, fingers lifting to pat his cheek. The feeling of your cold skin pressed up against the blistering heat emanating from his cheeks made a shiver dance up his spine. âWeâre alive, and we got the anomaly. Everythingâs fine.âÂ
âBut youâre hurt.â
âIâll heal.â
With careful, fleeting touches, Miguel drew back the ripped fabric of your suit to inspect the gash in your side. He cleaned away as much blood as he could, murmuring gruff apologies every time you flinched. The guilt worsened when he began deftly stitching up your woundâit didnât go past his notice when your face twisted with the pain, and you bit your lip in a fruitless attempt to keep the sharp agony at bay.
âYou did good out there, Y/N,â he said, desperate to distract you. âWhat was it like being the Spider in your universe?â
You spared him a loose grin, appreciating his attempts to keep you entertained.Â
âTiring,â you admitted, fingers digging into his shoulders when he began another stitch. âI mean, Iâm sure youâve heard the same story a million times by now. I was a scientist, trying to find a way to reverse the never-ending winter. I was bitten by a radioactive winter-spider⊠the only kind of spider left after our world iced over. I, uhm⊠I lost my uncle. My mom, shortly after. She was captain of the police force.âÂ
There was a long pause. It was obvious that you werenât too keen on divulging all the details just yet. Your eyes watered with the memory, a glimmering film of tears warbling over your lower lashes, and Miguel gently patted your knee in understanding, silently reassuring you that you didnât have to tell him everything.
You drew in a deep breath. âI realized I had powersâI had all the abilities of a spider, and I could turn invisible, and withstand the cold much more than before. I was known as the Snow Spider. A lot of people died from the frost. I couldnât save them. I tried to help as much as I could, but it was just never enough. And then⊠I met you.â A smile graced your expression, one that sparked life into Miguelâs heart. âI moved from just helping my city, to helping the entire multiverse.â
Before you knew it, Miguel was tying off the last stitch, biting the thread short with his sharp fangs once he was done. You murmured a sincere thanks, placing your palm flat against his chest, feeling the quick thrum of his heart slamming against his ribcage.
If you noticed how his pulse seemed to kick up a notch with your ministrations, you didnât say anything. For that, Miguel was grateful.
âThere you go. Thatâs a brief summary of my life story. Itâs only fair if you tell me yours.â
The man met your gaze, irises dark and warring with conflict.
âWhatâs there to say? I got powers, just like you. I lost people, just like you. I built the Spider Society⊠and then I met you.â The last bit was said as he nudged you gently, and he offered you a tentative smile, though it didnât quite reach his eyes.
Hesitant, you lifted your hand, softly grazing your knuckles against his cheek. Icy was your touch, but it felt niceâalmost addicting. He found himself leaning against your hand, shutting his eyes as he exhaled.
âYouâre a mystery, Miguel,â you murmured, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his cheek as thanks for patching you up, before sliding off the table to stride away. Miguel watched you go with a lump in his throat. âLuckily for you, I like mysteries.â
âHow long has that been a thing? I havenât noticed because Iâve been too busy thinking about my⊠miserable past,â sighed Ben, coming to stand beside Jessica, the two of them watching Miguel follow after you like a lost puppy, face uncharacteristically mellowed with an undeniable lovesick expression.Â
âItâs not a thing,â she replied with an amused scoff. âNot yet, at least.â
You halted what you were doing and turned around to grin at Miguel. âLook, I stitched my suit back together. Itâs good as new!âÂ
His dark, molten eyes gleamed with affection. âIt looks great.â He caught sight of your web-shooters, fixed against the base of your hand. âI still canât believe you need those.â
âWell, I canât believe you have spinnerets embedded into your skin. I canât tell if Iâm more grossed out or curious to know more,â you shot back, taking his hand to inspect his wrist with narrowed eyes. âWhat other kind of powers do you have?â
With a roguish grin, he bared his teeth, sharp fangs drawing out.Â
âI can never get over those. Theyâre kinda intimidating, but in a cool way.â Before you could stop yourself, you tacked on, âAnd really fucking hot.â
Heat crawled up his neck. He stared blankly at you. âTheyâre poisonous.â
Still, you smiled at him, all sweet and flustered. âHm. Itâs a shame, really. I definitely wouldâve asked you to bite me if not for the venom.â Neither of you were quite sure if you were joking or not.
Miguel was certain he was going to combust into flames. âI can still bite you without injecting the poison into your system. Itâs a voluntary response.â
To his surprise, you burst into a fit of laughter. Gods, he was absolutely smitten with that sound. The way your nose wrinkled, the side of your eyes creased, the shaking of your shoulders as you chuckled⊠it was all too much for Miguel.
âDonât tempt me with a good time,â you warned.
âOh, I can do much more than just tempt,â said the man in front of you, making your laughter taper away into silence.Â
You studied him for a moment longer. Before you could say anything, both of your watches beeped simultaneously. With one more amused huff, you patted his shoulder, brushing past him and pulling your mask over your face. âCome on, mister. Anomalies to catch, universes to save⊠we can continue this conversation later.â
The months pass by in a blur.Â
You were wrangling back another Doc Ock anomaly, having webbed up all his metal tentacles, easily tossing him into a temporary laser cage with a sweet smile. The villain was spitting obscenities, going on and on about the power of the sun in his grasp, how youâd ruined everything for him.Â
âYouâll pay for this!â he yelled, slamming his fist against the glowing barrier.Â
âSorry, Doc,â you said with a mild grin. âIâve met around a dozen of you, and so far, you were the most compliant. That makes you my favorite!â
You saluted him with a wink, before turning on your heel and striding away. It wasnât long before Miguel found you, falling into step with your stride.
âLook at you, taking on anomalies all on your own,â he murmured lowly, nudging your side with his elbow. âGood job.â
With a scoff, you pulled off your mask, regarding him with an expectant gaze as you leaned forward, so close that your nose nearly brushed against his. He could feel the cold frost of your breath blow over the heated planes of his cheeks. âWell, then, Mr. OâHara, wouldnât I deserve a reward?â
The vampire-spider only flushed at your words, mouth falling open and shut as he struggled with a rebuttal.Â
Your laugh, soft and tinkering, made his heart nearly seize within his chest. Still chuckling, you shoved away from him, saying that you had to get back to your universe to make sure everything was still in order there.
As you made your way out of the room, using your watch to portal through to your wintry hellscape, Jessica appeared out of nowhere beside him, one hand on her heavily pregnant belly, and the other cocked upon her hip.Â
âGod, you really canât be more obvious, can you?â she asked.
Miguel spared her a glance, snapping out of his reverie and standing up straighter. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âEveryone knows youâre in love with the Snow Spider. And donât you deny itâI know a liar when I see one.â She watched Miguel frown, but didnât bother protesting her claim. âYeah. Thatâs what I thought. Tell them, you big grump. Y/N deserves to know.â
Before he could reply, Jessica was already hastening away, yelling over her shoulder that she had to go to the bathroom because the damn baby was kicking against her bladder again.
Jealousy was not an emotion Miguel was well acquainted with. Ever since he witnessed an entire universe crumbling away in front of him, he was careful not to get too attached to anything. To anyone.
But he did. He grew attached to Jessica, who was his most trusted friend, always giving him the best advice and always available to lend him a helping hand. Though heâd never admit it, Miguel was also rather fond of Ben and his obnoxious penchant for his dramatic tragedies. And, most obvious of all, he was undoubtedly very close to his best soldier, Lego Peter.
Then there was you.
It infuriated himâthe way youâd smile around him, give him the most fleeting of touches, always pleasantly cold, leaving prickly goosebumps in your wake. You would offer him an affectionate nudge and a myriad of teasing compliments that made his stomach want to fold in upon itself. But Miguel tried not to think too much of it: you were a generally kind person, with many of the Spiders in the society taking a certain liking to you. It didnât go past his notice that youâd caught more than a few romantic eyes. Every time a Peter or a Ben would openly flirt with you, he could feel himself bristling, bile rising within his throat.
Again, Miguel wasnât used to feeling jealous. He wanted to be the one cooking dinner for you, holding you in his arms, kissing you, touching youâ
To his relief, you never paid them much mind, often politely declining with a poorly-forged excuse of having to return to your universe.
It was nearly a year since youâd first met Miguel when you were at Headquarters, holding a babbling Mayday as she crawled all over you. You laughed when she climbed up onto your shoulders, slipping down into your hands with a gleeful coo, blue eyes bright and wide. With gentle hands, you brushed her messy ginger hair away from her face.Â
âShe doesnât look like you, huh?â you asked Peter B. Parker. âShe must be a carbon copy of her momma.â
âA good thing,â admitted the man beside you, muffling a yawn as he dug the heels of his palms into his sleep-deprived eyes, adorned with dark bags. âWouldnât want her taking after her old man, now would I?â
âWhy not?â you asked, amusedly watching when May shot out a web from her tiny shooters, swinging away to clumsily scale a nearby wall. âI think youâre very handsome. Trust me, the sleep-deprived look is very trendy right now. In my universe, at least. Nobody can really sleep well with the never-ending cold we got going there.â
Peter gave you a loose smile. âYou know what, youâre right. Dad bods are making a comeback. By the way, did I tell you about my coin collectionââ
Before Peter could finish what he was saying, your watch beeped noisily, and Benâs slumped hologram appeared over your wrist. âY/N, Iâm glad youâre here,â he said. You had to hold your tongue not to retort that he was the one thatâd called you. âI need you to come comfort me and hold onto my strong, muscular arms as I tell you about my gruesome past.â The pale image of Ben flickered as he flexed his biceps.Â
You rolled your eyes to the side. Ben had become a close friend during your time with the Spider Society, nearly inseparable after youâd saved his life from an Electro anomaly once. That man was quite the emotional one, he was.
âIâll be there, just give me a minute.âÂ
âBring me one of those Spider-burgers, will you? Extra ketchup and no pââ
You tapped at your watch and his hologram disappeared before he could finish his request. With a mild wince, you glanced at Peter. âYou wanna come with me and listen to Ben dramatically mope for an hour? Iâll treat you and May to Spider-burgers, because it looks like Iâll have to stop by there, anyway.â
âI would, I really would, but I gotta put May down for a nap,â he said with a sympathetic slant of his lips. As if on cue, the baby fell back into Peterâs arms, yawning widely. Bouncing her up and down, Peter absent-mindedly remarked, âMake sure Miguel doesnât catch you being all sweet with Ben. That guy is crazy about you. Hah, heâd lose his marbles!âÂ
You blinked.
âWhat?â
Peter froze, realizing what heâd just said.
âWhat?â he parroted.
âNo, uh, what did you say, about Miguel beingâŠâ
âNothing! Huh? I didnât say anything.â
âYes, you did. I heard you. Peter, what are you saying? Miguel isâ?âÂ
Sheepish, Peter scratched the back of his head. âOh, wow, would you look at the time!â Peter pulled down the sleeve of his pink bathrobe to mimic looking at the watch. He hastily stepped away. âI have to go. I didnât say anything. Bye! Iâd love a Spider-burger with you another time! Bye! See you later!â
You watched in bewilderment when the older man swung away with his baby in his hands, muttering out a long string of panicked curses under his breath.
Miguel was crazy about you?
After a few seconds of deliberating your next move, you shot out a web and swung away, heading to Miguelâs private office, where you knew he would be buried in figuring out a solution to the influx of new anomalies. Surely Ben would be alright with you showing up a bit late (he wouldnât, but you had more pressing matters at hand).
âHey, Miguel,â you greeted with a soft voice, slipping inside after knocking twice. âHope Iâm not catching you at a bad time.â
The man offered you a warm grin. âNever a bad time with you. Whatâs going on?â
âWell, I just⊠I had a rather interesting talk with Peter B,â you started, striding across the office until you stood just in front of his desk, with Miguel on the other side.
He tilted his head. âWas it about that collection of coins he lost to an anomaly? He needs to get over that.â
âIâwhat? The poor guy lost his coin collection? Heâd been working on that for years!â Shaking your head, you mindfully got back on track. âWell, no, thatâs not what we talked about.â
Dark eyes narrowing, Miguel crossed his arms, deadpanning, âWhat did he tell you?â
There was a rather mischievous hue to your expression that Miguel misliked. Slow and deliberate, you stepped around the desk, fingers dragging along the smooth top. You stood so close to him that your chest was only a hairâs breadth from hisâif he were to take too deep a breath, the two of you would be touching by now.
âHm⊠Peter accidentally let slip that you have feelings for me. Is that true, Miguel?â The way his name rolled off your tongue nearly made him choke as his brain short-circuited.Â
âI⊠I donât know what youâre talking about,â he said, echoing the exact thing he had said to Jess a month ago.Â
You studied him, gaze dragging from his stiff face, to his tense stature, and back up again. It may have been a trick of light, but Miguel could swear he saw your eyes linger on his lips.Â
With a hum, you leaned even closer. He could hear your heart thrumming now, a steady, strong beatâwhich completely juxtaposed against his own rapid pulse, drumming loud within his ears. Up this close, he could smell your perfume, see the flecks of color within your pretty eyes, notice the way your lips quirked up with a sweet smile. Even whilst teasing him, you made sure that you werenât overstepping any bounds, giving him ample time to step away if need be.
âOh,â you said, feigning confusion. Your hand rested upon his clavicle, nails lightly dragging down his neck. A sharp thrill struck down Miguelâs spine at the sensation. You were barely touching him, for Godâs sake! âSo you wouldnât mind if I⊠go ask Ben out for dinner?â
A beat of silence. Miguelâs brows knitted together.
The next words were susurrated as you dipped forward to nudge your nose along his neck, pressing a cold whisper of a kiss along the underside of his jaw. âOr if I⊠I donât know⊠if I invite him to stay at my place for the night?âÂ
Of course, there was no real weight to your words. Ben was simply a good friend, but damn if you didnât enjoy the way Miguelâs eyes twitched.
Finally snapping, a low growl rumbled within his chest, his hands shooting out to grab your waist. You were cold to the touch, the ice to his fire, as his fingers curled over your back, shoving you up against the wall behind his desk. As if on instinct, your hands came to clutch at his broad shoulders.
You smiled, wide and triumphant. Youâd finally broke him.Â
âIâm going to kiss you now,â he gruffed, staring deep into your eyes to make sure you were alright with this. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. From your gleeful expression, Miguel could see that you were just the opposite.Â
âOkaâmmph!âÂ
His lips slanted over yours, warm and rough, yet cold and soft at the same time. It was a kiss of starkly juxtaposing contrasts, heavy with months and months of unspoken yearning. His large nose brushed against your cheek, angling his face to kiss you harderâdeeper.Â
When one of your hands slithered up the back of his neck to tug at the roots of his dark hair, he sighed against your mouth, breaking the kiss to lean his forehead over yours.
âHe was right,â said Miguel.
âWho was?â
âPeter. I do have feelings for you.â
You kissed the corner of his mouth, nudging your nose against his sharp cheekbone. âReally? I wouldâve never guessed.â He surged forward to kiss you again, relishing in the way you just about melted into his touch. âIf it wasnât obvious already, I really like you, too.â
At your admission, Miguel beamed, loose and hesitant. âYou still planning on asking Ben out to dinner and having him stay over at your place, then?â
You tapped a finger onto your chin, pretending to have a good, long think about it. âGive me a good reason to stay, and I wonât.â At Miguelâs slightly crestfallen expression, you patted his cheek, quick to say, âGod, Miguel, I was just kidding. Ben and I are good friends. You and I, however⊠I wouldnât exactly call you a friendââ
His lips met yours again, stealing the rest of your words from you.Â
When you smiled into the kiss, he smiled back. It was a bit too early for love, sure, but Miguel already knew he was in too deep to back out.
He was falling in love with you.Â
The thought terrified him to no end, but he merely kissed you harder, and clutched you all the closer to him.
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thank you
you never thought you'd be murdered in the middle of an alley... but you also never thought you'd be saved by a man with knives in his fists so... yeah.
CW: suggestive, profanity, the dude that attacks you is clinically insane, Logan's a little socially awkward, your power is kinda bad but kinda good, etc.
It was amazing how quick your day could go from fantastic, to an absolute, fucking shit storm.
Waking up that morning, as you went through your morning routine, something in the air just told you that everything was going to go right.
Your curls turned out perfect after your nightly twist, your makeup flawless, accentuating your natural beauty, and your breakfast sandwich tasted especially delicious.
That, along with the relatively quiet day at the hospital, left you leaving work with a certain pep in your step that made you feel like you could take on anything.
So not once did you plan to end up in the middle of a dark alleyway, and not once did you plan to stand off with a shady, seemingly dangerous, man because of it.
You were too lost in the music of your earphones to notice you had taken a wrong turn, a rookie mistake to make so late at night.
A mistake you were currently cursing yourself for.
"Look," you started, hands up and voice calm in an attempt to placate the irritated man. "I didn't mean to walk over here. I'm just trying to get home."
Slowly, he stalked closer, stance low and beady eyes staring at you in a way that made your stomach drop, and blood run cold.
'Shit.'
"Please... I don't want any trouble," you continued, taking a few steps back, "Just let me pass."
He tutted in response, wagging his finger as a sadistic grin slowly rose to his lips, "People who trespass on my territory gotta pay a toll, sweetheart," he licked his teeth, words slurring together, "and I can see you got more than enough..."
Shamelessly, his eyes dragged over your body, the surface of your skin erupting with a feel of grime and dirt.
You'd need a serious shower when you got home.
If you made it home...
As he drew closer, your hand discreetly slid into your jean jacket pocket, latching onto the cool, metal handle of your switchblade.
You were hoping to de-escalate the situation, but with the way things were looking, you knew you'd probably have to fight your way out.
"I'm only gonna ask one more time," you warned, your tone curt as your expression sharpened into a glare. "Let me go."
Without warning, he let out a manic shout, charging for you at full force.
You let out a shriek of surprise, quickly moving out the way before he could tackle you, whipping your blade out your pocket and flicking it open in one fluid motion.
Quickly, he turned around, expression furious as he ran again, hands out in an attempt to grab you.
And as you tried to dodge, he managed to latch onto the back of your scrub, roughly throwing you to the ground with a grunt.
"Fuck!" you spat, head throbbing as you attempted to sit up, your chest pounding as he grabbed your ankles and dragged you closer.
Fear struck your heart like a freight train, and in a bout of panic, you swung your knife, plunging it into the closest thing you could reach.
He let out a roar of pain, dropping your ankles as he nursed his injured foot, and the handle sticking out of it would've been funny were it not for the dire situation.
Quickly, you scrambled to your feet, stumbling towards your purse which laid on the ground not too far away.
But the man took notice, his foot becoming a thing of the past as he chased you again, scooping up a large shard of broken glass as he ran.
"Get away!" you cried, hugging your purse into your chest as his charge backed you into a corner, your legs giving out as you slid down the wall.
Horrible visions of your fate flashed through your mind as he approached, images of your lifeless body plastered on the nightly news, or your smiling picture on a missing persons poster.
What a fabulous time for your power to chime in...
You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for whatever was to come, when a loud shink and a pained grunt cut through the air.
Forcing your eyes back open, they landed on a figure, who stood over the dead body of your attacker.
The way the man laid, and the way he was injured, made it look as if he was mauled by some sort of animal.
'Holy shit...'
Pulling yourself back to reality, you realized the figure was now standing right in front of you.
He held his hand out for you to take, sharp, brown eyes flicking between you expectantly.
Finally having the chance to get a good look at him, you took in his appearance.
With his broad chest and strong jaw, you'd think he'd be on the cover of Sexy Bikers weekly, arms and legs thick with muscle under his leather jacket and blue jeans.
Your eyes met in an instant, an electric buzz shooting up your spine at his features.
From what you could see through the darkness, they were sharp, but strong and hard, handsome in their own rugged way.
His lips pulled taut in a line as he stared back, brows furrowing while his eyes flicked around you, almost like he was trying to gauge your reaction.
Slowly, you placed your hand in his allowing him to pull you up to your feet.
"Thank you," you exhaled, shoulders dropping as relief finally sank in your shoulders. "I don't know what I would've done if you didn't come when you did..."
His arms came back to his sides, tiredly, as he awkwardly cleared his throat.
As if he didn't expect you to actually talk to him...
"What're you doin' walkin' by yourself so late?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble. "You got a death wish?"
The sound ignited something in you, a sudden flood of warmth rushing to your stomach, your reply nearly dying in your throat.
"I just got off from work... I wasn't paying attention and turned the wrong corner," you explained, choppily, the embarrassment of your mistake setting in.
It was a stupid one.
Especially for someone who's mutation gave her the ability to see the future.
Or variations of it, at least.
"You got a way to get home?" he asked, resting a hand on his hips.
His arms flexed with the motion, his bicep straining against the jacket sleeve, your eyes drawn to it almost instantly.
You'd never seen a man as handsome as him before, and while you felt bad for gawking, you were more concerned by the flurry of feelings swirling in your chest.
"Cab," you blurted, snapping yourself out of it, "I can hail a cab."
He nodded, smoothly and, to your surprise, silently, stepping to the side and out of your way.
You were ready to head back toward the street, when you suddenly remembered something.
"My purseâ" Jittery, the man nervously shoved it into your arms, averting his eyes from your thankful expression.
Your gorgeous, thankful expression.
God, he didn't understand what such a beautiful woman like you was doing in a place like this.
"I found it on the ground over there," he cleared his throat once again, shifting his weight on his feet, "I put your knife back in, too. You might wanna wash itâ"
Without warning, you pulled him into a hug, nearly sending his heart into a frenzy.
He kept his hands up, quite confused and unsure of what to do, especially since your impossibly soft cheek was pressed against his chest.
"Thank you... really," you smiled, warmly, as you looked up at him.
God, he was handsome.
Though, you pushed that thought to the back of your mind.
"It was nothin'," he assured, awkwardly, as you backed out.
"I don't suppose I could learn your name, could I?" you asked, a small smile rising to your lips at his social graces.
It was adorable.
Someone so big and strong being so nervous.
Instantly, he tensed, completely taken aback by your bold comment.
Maybe he was imagining things, but he could've sworn your tone made it sound like you were flirting withâ
"Logan," he blurted, stiffly.
You grinned, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, "(y/n)."
Slowly, you started toward the mouth of the alleyway, his eyes following you intently, "Well, Logan, I hope we meet again... Then I'll pay you back."
"Not necessary," he assured, shaking his head.
You paused your walk for a moment, turning to glance at him with a devilish glint in your eye.
"We meet again... I'll have something for you," you promised, crossing your fingers.
A shiver rolled down his spine at your words, and you continued on your merry way, exiting the alley and hailing a nearby cab.
Once he was sure you were gone, he let out a loud sigh, allowing his shoulders to sink and a tired hand to run through his hair.
You were something...
One conversation and he already knew you were going to be trouble, the smell of your perfume and the warmth of your smile already plaguing his mind.
He shook his head, taking a deep breath before turning to walk out the alley.
But just as he stepped forward, he felt something under his foot, lifting it to reveal a necklace.
You must've lost it in the melee...
Carefully, he picked it up off the ground, placing it in his pocket before walking out the backstreet.
The next time he saw you... he'd have something for you, too.
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Sham Sacrifice
(Hi it's time for my favorite headcanon)
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Vlad Masters sat firm and proper on the Fenton Family couch, legs crossed, teacup pinched in his fingertips, fighting subtly against the sinkhole that came with the mistake of taking Jackâs usual spot on the couch. He appeared with all the same charm and delightfulness of an ant swarm rearranging your picnic.
Danny stood at the doorway, just-still-in-the-kitchen, just not inviting himself to join the adults in the living room where Jack boomed and rambled and Vlad sat so stiff and polite and nice that his tea in his hands was going cold.
âOh, Danny youâll love this storyâDanny, you should join usâDanny this was, what, summer of â84? When was that heatwave, Vladdy? The one where youââ
âThereâs no need to bore Daniel with the mad ravings of two old kooks, Jack. Kids would rather be off at the mall orâsome store, surely. No need to stick around Daniel on my behalf. I assure you I wonât be offended if you leave.â
âNo worries, V-man. Iâm good right here. I love hearing Dadâs stories." Danny met Vlad's challenge, speaking with more poisonous courtesy than Vlad had proffered first. "In fact I think he should tell a few more, if heâs got more in mind.â
âIn fact I do have more in mindââ Jack answered.
Neither Danny nor Vlad were listening to Jack. They held eye-contact, Danny with a stern unblinkingness of a sheepdog on duty. A lot was said without words. A lot was understood when Vlad decided to visit through the front door. Vlad only used the front door when he wanted something.
And it was never good when Vlad wanted something.
ââthe core reactor project, yeah? That summer? That was in the lab with no A/C. Top floor. We were sweating like pigs, all of us. And I dared you to eat the really moldy pizza from our fridge the night before and you ralphed right intoââ
ââSurely you remember this more fondly than I do. Daniel, really, you can go.â
Not a chance.
âActually,â Danny answered, brightening some as his opportunity struck. âI am interested in this. For science class I need to write a report on the invention of an important piece of technology. I was gonna ask Mom and Dad about the Ghost Portal. And now that youâre here, I can get the whole history.â
Jack made a giddy little noise. He leaned forward, words primed, but Vlad was quicker to the draw.
âSorry to say, your faith in me is unfounded. I wasnât the portal guy back in collegeâthat was always your mother and fatherâs passion project. I was their skeptic.â
âBet thatâs got you feeling pretty foolish right now, doesnât it V-man?â Jack chided, a quick jab to Vladâs ribs that nearly unseated the teacup from his suspended saucer. âConsidering the fully-functioning portal right beneath our toes.â
âI hardly feel foolish, Jack. Your calculation for the portal in college was never going to work.â
âWhat do you mean? Of course it did.â Jack thumped the ground with his foot. âItâs running the old girl right now.â
At this, Vladâs eyes narrowed. For the first time heâd been shaken off whatever skeezy machinations had brought him in. His pride was being challenged, and by Jack no less.
âAbsolutely not. With that calculation? Absolutely not.â
âWell forget the tea biscuits Vlad, because youâre going to be eating your words in a second. Mads, hold my spot,â Jack said, as if anyone was planning to take his spot. He bounced from the couch, scooted from the living room, and vanished into the dark maw of the lab stairs, leaving only the waning beat of his footsteps behind.
His absence filled only a swallowing few seconds. The footsteps returned, bounding upward, creaking with his heavy cadence, and Jack bounced back into the room in much the manner he left. A pad of yellow lined paper was clutched in his hand. When he dropped it on the coffee table, it revealed row after row of tight scribble, churning math, carrying down the page and occupying two entire pages more that Jack flipped through.
âSame baby I came up with in college. It just needed heavier dampening and higher voltage than what we made back then. The portal downstairs has that in spades. Well, in like two-thirds of a spade.â Jack tapped something on the last line. âThe projection was still only hitting 70% of the threshold we calculated to reach dimension penetration. But itâs an art, not just a science. We fired it up anyway, and it took!â
Vlad grabbed the paper pad, agitated. His eyes ran over it. Then again. Until he settled on one line, a firmness overcoming his face. He tossed the pad back onto the coffee table, and Vlad leaned back into the couch, arms crossed.
âThe lambda, Jack.â
âThe lambda?â
âCheck it again.â
Jack did, lips pursed, pad of paper nearly swallowed in his big meaty hand.
âWhat about--?â
âIt squares. The units donât balance otherwise. It originates from an integration step of λ*âλ/ât. It squares.â
Jackâs brow remained furrowed, firm, until delight cracked into his eyes, and he let out a laugh.
âGods, my handwriting is gonna be the death of us. Mads,â he tapped something unseen on the second page. âThatâs the genius of Vladdy. Cracked this puppy wide open with just a glance. I never noticed that in all my checking. That explains the missing 30%, at least. That explains how the portal took. Lucky for you Danny that Vlad was hereââ
âJack,â Maddie said.
ââyour report can have the correct formula. Itâll beââ
ââJackââ
ââA+ worthyââ
ââJack,â Maddie said, curt. âLambda is the ambient ecto-energy. Itâs a few ten-thousandths of a unit.â
âItâhuh.â
Maddie had surfaced a pen from her pocket. She sheared a few blank pages out from the back of the pad and started the formula fresh. She made quick work of copying it over, quicker work of solving it through â lambda-squared intact.
She hit the final line and hatched a pen mark beneath the number. Jack stared, confused.
âThat canât⊠no.â
He repeated the same. New pages torn loose. Formula copied over, processed, line by line by lineâlambda squaredâby line by line by line.
Jack settled on his answer. Same as Maddieâs.
Confusion made his face tense.
âSo itâs not 70% of the way to the threshold⊠Itâs 0.013% of the way to the threshold.â
He held the pen hard, his whole body holding firm and taut as the gears turned in his head. Jackâs eyes flickered across the formula, again and again and again. He looked to Maddie, like a dog issued a command he did not understand.
âBut it worked,â he said, small. âBut it worked.â
Jack stood, robotic almost, eyes lost in something far away. He disappeared into the lab almost as quickly as he had a few minutes before, but now he exited with a smoothness and a quietness so very uncharacteristic of him. It bothered Danny, somewhere deep in his gut.
Maddie followed, a possession matching Jackâs.
Dannyâs fingers curled and uncurled. Heâd succeeded. Heâs successfully interrupted Vladâs⊠whatever this was. But the disquiet infected him. He didnât like it.
âSo what does that mean?â Danny asked, perhaps to Vlad. âWhatâs wrong with the calculation?â
Vlad sipped on tea ice cold.
âWho knows?â Vlad lied.
âŠ
The math didnât work.
Maddie and Jack burned through paper, burned through pencils, burned through hours.
The math didnât work.
Clothes stuck to skin. Sweat lingered fetid and stale in the cold basement air. Exhaustion beat like a slurry through their veins.
The math didnât work.
The portal supervised all, placidly green, the light for their table, the light for their work when the lightbulb overhead burnt clean out and neither Jack nor Maddie could be pulled away to replace it. It stood, it watched, a testament of contradiction to everything they could not solve on paper, and yet everything they built directly into the fabric of reality.
And it should never have worked.
They threw every radical what-if theyâd ever conceived over 20 years of ghost research.
The ecto-ether layer.
The latent activation stitches in space fabric.
The anti-ectomatter collision proposal.
The positive-feedback crystallization theory.
And still nothing worked.
All together, every crackpot theory in their favor taken for granted, racked them up to an activation energy 200x more potent than the calculation, and still just 2% of what would be needed to rip open, and hold open, a stable fissure between their reality and the ghost zone.
Maybe by pure luck, unfathomable luck, Fentonworks basement was directly situated atop a natural portal.
Maybe that would explain ripping it open. It did nothing to explain the stability. Natural portals were unstable by definition. There and gone in a few seconds. Not hours, days, weeks, months, a year, that the Fenton Portal had been open. Never so much as faltering.
It was late. 3am ticked away to 4am, and 4:30am. The discarded paper stacked higher than Jack and Maddie both. Calluses oozed from their hands at another attempt, and another, and another.
Maddie flipped through a folderâs worth of yellowed papers, aggressively thumbed over and over after two decades left untouched. And she settled on the one sheâd passed over a few dozen times already, always seeking something else, something better.
This time she unsheathed it, and she placed it on the lab table.
ââŠIf a mouse died. In the machine. If a mouse ran through the machine and accidentally bridged two live wires, and died of violent electrocution. 500 milliamps. Instantly melted into the circuitry.â
Maddieâs mouth was cotton-dry while she wrote. Ambient ecto-energy was low. Always very, very low.
Unless something very, very bad happened to something with the capacity to become a ghost.
The numbers wove. Maddie started the formula fresh, and it was pure muscle memory. A mouse. A big mouse, even. A 99th percentile beast of a mouse. And a wire that had been wired incorrectly. Something grounded that never actually grounded. An absolutely horrific amount of electricity.
0.37%, by pure numbers. If she included every permissive crackpot idea they had thrown on top, it topped out at 6% of the needed activation threshold.
Not a mouse.
âA cat,â Jack said, words gummy, tongue dry, face tired. âIf weâve got mice down here, maybe⊠a stray cat wandered in. Chased the mouse.â
Maddie nodded. It didnât matter if it made sense.
She penned it in. A large cat. A devastating electrical short. Cats carried more ecto-potential than mice did. Ecto-potential did not necessarily go up with size. It went up with complexity. The things with the most ecto-potential were the things that most became ghosts.
1.45%, by pure numbers. 18% at absolute, absolute crackpot best.
âA dog,â Jack proposed with a shaky laugh. He swallowed. âA mouse⊠chased by a cat⊠chased by a dog⊠all electrocuted at onceâ
Maddie didnât say the thing they both knew, which was that both of them would have noticed the evidence left behind by the electrically exploded pieces of a dog.
Maddie did it anyway. A mouse and a cat and a medium-sized dog, maybe just small enough to notice no evidence of, all together. All at once. All violently ripped apart, sacrificed to a machine still asleep in its wall.
Mice did not often make ghosts. Cats did not either. Dogs, occasionally. But infrequently. Very infrequently.
37%. At best.
âJack.â
âMaddie, I know justâmaybe something really smartââ
ââJackââ
ââlike an octopusââ
âJack.â
âI hear, maybe, pigs are smart. If it wasââ
Maddie was writing, already. Not for a pig. Not an octopus. Jack watched, and he knew what the numbers meant. The ecto-potential she penned gave her away. An ecto-potential that high.
65kg, an estimate
10,000 milliamps, a catastrophic accident, a death certificate.
A humanâs amount of ecto-potential.
Maddie wrote.
And she wrote.
And she did not apply a single crackpot theory, not a single discredited proposal, not an ounce of exaggeration.
138%.
Threshold, and then some.
Comfortable, easily, then some.
For the first time, after all the hundreds of times she and Jack had penned this equation over the course of 2 decades, the number met her and Jackâs threshold.
A breakthrough.
A revelation.
A pure eureka moment.
Jack and Maddie were silent.
Alone in a humming basement. Alone with only the soft swirls of the portal for company, happy, stable, purring its contentment, singing to the cold air.
âIt has to be something else,â Maddie said. And she said it weakly. And she said it childishly.
âYouâre right. It canât be this,â Jack echoed. âIf someone died down here, weâd know. Dead bodies donât walk away. Weâd have seen it. O-or even if, if the body got stuck in the portal, weâd have heard of someone going missing.â
Maddie sat, quiet. A thought held her mind hostage.
âUnless they didnât go missing,â Maddie said, and she said it barely audibly. âUnless the portal spit them right back out.â
âThenâthatâs what I saidâa dead body, on the floor, weâd have seen.â
âNot a dead body.â
âIt had to be lethal, Madsââ
âI know Jack. But if they died, here, in the portal Jack, then their ghost did not get ripped away from the body and sent to the Ghost Zone. âŠThey ripped the Ghost Zone here.â Palms slick with sweat smoothed over her notes. She pointed to one specific line and found her pen tip trembled no matter how badly she stabilized it. âThe ecto-potential of a creature is how strong of a pull their ghost creates on the Ghost Zone. A strong enough pull means the ghost can reach the Ghost Zone and stabilize, like a fish reeling itself up, yeah? We agree on this Jack, yes?â
âYes,â Jack answered.
âItâs what makes the math even work, Jack. Someone dying in the portal didnât reel themselves to the boat. They reeled the boat in. Jack, they brought the Ghost Zone hereâŠâ Maddie wasnât breathing right. She pulled sweat-soaked bangs away from her face. âTheir ghost never left their body Jack. They died, Jack. And they walked back out.â
ââŠNo. No,â Jack said. âNo, they didnât.â
âThen what?â Maddie asked.
Jack stared. He looked away. He didnât like the expression on Maddieâs face.
âItâwhat about the ecto-ether theory?â Jack said, of the theory theyâd tested and retested and tested all over, all night. He grabbed his pencil back up and pointed it aimlessly at Maddieâs piece of paper, pointed end out in self-defense. âIf the ecto-ether is maybe⊠if itâs only 250-times stronger than we calculated. Then it couldâŠâ
Jackâs voice died. His pencil hung idle. Maddieâs paper remained unblemished.
âIf it⊠was a pig,â Jack offered. âIf it was a pig that died in the portal.â
âHow, Jack? How would a pig get in? We lock all the doors at night, Jack. No one else can get in, Jack. Itâs just us, Jack.â
Jack and Maddie were not there when the portal turned on.
Maddieâs statement carried two possibilities. Only two. Both felt like claws digging all the flesh right out of Jackâs heart.
âI want⊠I want to try the ecto-ether theory again,â Jack choked. âI think itâs the ecto-ether. I think itâll work.â
Jack slid a piece of paper over, already covered in scribbles. In its single untouched corner, he started the equation for the several-thousandth time that night.
Above their head, birds were singing.
Sunrise hailed unseen from the windowless laboratory.
âŠ
At 6am, Vlad answered his cell phone. The reception crackled, struggling through the layers of sheetrock above his head.
âVlad?â Maddieâs voice crackled. âSorry, did I wake you up?â
âNot at all my dear.â Vlad leaned his weight against the wall, playing with the singsong melody in his voice. âBut you sound exhausted. Is anything the matter?â
âYes. Well⊠Yes. Jack and I haveâall nightâtrying to fix the equation.â
âNaturally.â
âWe found something that maybe works.â
âOh?â Vlad asked. He straightened, pacing now, cracklingly attentive. âAnd what might thatââ
âIf someone died. Activating the portal. We have an on-switch inside the portalâs interior. The trigger we use to press it is external to the portal, of course. But if someone went inside the portal, and they pressed it directly, and if they died, and pulled the Ghost Zone hereââ
Vladâs red eyes reflected pools of iridescent green. He twirled his free hand in the fringes of his cape, tongue working over the fanged edges of his teeth. He stared, consumed, forward.
ââand just, you, I was thinking, youâre the only other expert Iâd trust to⊠maybe weigh in.â
âWhat does Jack think?â
âHe denies it. Heâs still. Heâs trying other theories.â
âWell who knows, surely? The answer may lie somewhere you havenât looked.â
ââŠIâve looked everywhere, Vlad. That's the thing. There is no more âsomewhere elseâ. Iâve looked.â
âYou sound like your mind is made up.â
âI just⊠if maybe you have some idea.â
âAm I meant to talk you out of this idea?â
âVlad.â
âDo you think I have some secret information you donât? Sorry to say, Iâm just your skeptic.â Some noise came through muffled from the other side. Vlad flashed a smile. âButâŠas your skeptic I will offer you thisâIt all sounds a bit absurd, doesnât it? To kill someone and have them come back intact and⊠for you to never notice? Who would they be? How would they be? Surely not human anymore, surely. How would you never notice?â
Vlad paced forward, booted feet clicking along his laboratory floor.
âIt would be ridiculous,â he continued, with a building crescendo, âso unfathomably self-centered surely, to not notice something like that befall someone so close to you, who died at the hands of your own invention? âŠIf Iâm correctly inferring who, in your household, you suspect of having activated the portal?â Vladâs tongue lingered along his teeth.
Maddieâs line held, quiet. And the seconds of static drew long.
âAh, apologies. Iâve overstepped,â Vlad continued. âI meant this as a vote of confidence in you. You and Jack both. Two people as attentive, caring, compassionate as yourselves. You would notice. I promise.â
âYouâre⊠Okay, thank you, Vlad. I appreciate it.â
âIs there anything else, my dear?â
âNo. No. Thank you, Vlad. Iâll think about this.â
Maddieâs line clicked dead. A chuckle built to Vladâs lips and he let his head tip back with mirth. It lasted only a moment. He stowed his phone. And as if the interruption had never happened, Vlad reaffixed his attention on his own portal swirling in front of him. It bathed him, swimming green, purring contentment.
And Vlad vanished into his portal.
(Chapter 2)
#danny phantom#dp#dp fanfiction#GIVES YOU THIS GIVES YOU THIS GIVES YOU THIS#its my favorite headcanon so here you get a fic of it
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