#*rolls myself up in my blanket* ;//////; WOW HE'S SO FUCKING CUTE

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Butterflies 🧡 Smiling 🧡 Heartpounding 🧡 /pos

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neglected | mattheo riddle

summary: Theodore completly ignores you and doesnt take it serious that you miss him while he flirts with another girl at a party.. so his best friend has to help you filling up that hole inside your … chest.

warning: cheating? but is it if he does it first?, mattheo eating out the reader, fingering, nipple play, teasing, dirty talk, getting caught, he‘s a munch don‘t fight with me over this -

note: i do not support cheating, this is just for the story

— monday —

I don‘t know how many times I already begged but from time to time.. i felt more and more neglected.

"Theo, please just this one weekend! You had been busy with your friends and studying the last 3 weeks!" Yeah, 3 weeks since my boyfriend went on a date with me, had some quality time or touched me.

"Y/n I told you I don‘t have time. I already promised the boys I‘d come to the party. We‘ll see us there, I have to go study now, with Lydia." Before I could even say a word he left his dorm. I hear a chuckle coming from the other side of the room, making me turn my head in it’s direction.

"Told you you deserve better baby." Mattheo, Theodore‘s best friend said, sitting on his bed. They share a dorm and every now and then he would see Theo and me arguing.

I huff and leave the room, a aching feeling in my body.

— the next day —

"Theo please, I need you. You didn‘t touch me once the last few weeks." I whine into his ear, sitting next to him. He just groans, but not the way I want him to and gets up with his book in his hands. "Don‘t you see that you‘re distracting me?" Irritated he leaves the room, probably walking off to the library again.

Ugh.. i let myself fall back down onto the mattress and cross my arms over my face. Is it my fault? Did my body change somehow? Why the hell won‘t he touch me? But before I could continue my thoughts, I hear the door again, my head shooting up, hoping it is Theo who changed his mind but no, it‘s Mattheo. I groan frustrated and let my head fall back.

"Wow nice to see you too baby, but I think you‘re laying on the wrong bed." he says, teasing me.

"Sometimes I think like that too." I mumble into my arms and more to myself.

"What was that?" he asks. "Nothing."

— two days later —

Patiently I wait on Theo‘s bed, dressed all up.. or down, in his favorite lingerie set and a pair of black knee socks. When we got together half a year ago he told me he loved them on me, made my legs look even longer.

As the door opens my heart starts beating faster and I look up, shrieking and pulling the blanket over my body as I see who it is. "Damn mami is that for me?" Mattheo asks as he stand in front of Theo‘s bed with a smirk on his face, his mouth wide open.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked furious, not wanting him to see me like that. What If Theo comes in and would see us, what would he think?

"Last time I checked this is my room, sweetcheeks." "But you‘re supposed to have quidditch practice!" I whine and look for my clothes.

He chuckles and steps a bit closer as I stand up from the bed. "Could you turn around? I wanna get dressed." "No." "You are such a pain in the ass!" I roll my eyes at him and take my wand, mumbling "Colloportus“. and holding it towards the door so no one can come inside.

I let go of the blanket, thinking fuck it, and grab my skirt, pulling it over my legs and then my hips. "Did your cute little boyfriend leave you unsatisfied again?" he grins and takes a step closer. "You know.. I could help you with that." he says in a suggestive tone. "He’s your best friend Mattheo, stop this shit." "I can’t princess. Hurts me to see that pretty little body of yours, knowing how desperate it must be after all these weeks." he whispers the last part as he lets his fingers slowly brush over my arm, sending shivers down my spine. "See? It’s so hot for just a little attention." "No, it is cold, thats why." I say, swallowing down the clump in my throat as i nod towards the opened window.

Just as I wanted to reach down for my top, I see Mattheo getting down on his knees in front of me. He looks up and licks his lips. Damn.. something about a men on his knees for me made me feel slme type of way.

"Please let me touch your legs, please. Need to know how soft these pretty thighs feel." I could feel his warm breath against my skin, again, sending shivers down my… spine. wet pussy

"Mattheo get the fuck up I swear to god!" i hiss at him. Yes I closed the door with a spell but it wasn‘t really hard for everyone above first years to open it with a spell.

"Please, I swear If you let me just touch it I‘m gonna leave you alone for the rest of the week!" he pleads, looking at my face and then my legs. I sigh as I think about letting him. Damn was I really thinking about it? Am I really going to let my boyfriends best friend touch my thighs?

But I mean.. nothing’s wrong If I don‘t feel anything for it, right? Plus he would just leave me alone for a bit. "Fine." I press out.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel his big warm hands on my thighs. "Shit.." he mumbles as he lets them wander up and down my legs. He slighty squeezes them, making me sigh in relief.

I feel his curls against my skin before I can look down and see him kissing my flesh, grabbing it with a bit more strengh now. I had to bite my bottom lip as he starts massaging them. Completly lost in thoughts, I realize too late what he was doing.

Suddenly he stands up and kisses my cheek "Thank you, doll.", before leaving the dorm and leaving me breathless in the middle of the room. As I slowly come back from the dizzy feeling inside my head I again, stretch over to get my top but gasp with shaky breathing as I see what Mattheo left on my skin.

A hickey. And a bite mark. I didn‘t even notice him biting my leg. Shit.

— Saturday —

To say i was pissed, while sitting on a chair in some corner of the common room, was a big understatement. Theodore and I arrived at the party he talked about a few days ago.. 2hours ago. I saw him drinking with his friends and playing truth or dare in a little group, always walking away from me as soon as I approached him. So I decided to stop chasing him.

"What are you doing here all alone sweetcheeks?" I look to my right and see Mattheo. Of course it was him. "Leave me alone." I say, rolling my eyes and looking back to my boyfriend, sitting beside this girl named Lydia. She was a year under us I think.

Mattheo followed my gaze and shakes his head. "Well , the deal was I would leave you alone till end of the week. The week is over." I don‘t even answer him, not in the mood to argue.

"Yeah thanks for the hickey and the mark between." i say sarcastically. "Yeah it‘s not like your boyfriend would see, right?"

I roll my eyes again and look back at Theodore, to see him standing up. What was he going to do? Suddenly I see him taking Lydia‘s hand, pulling her up with him and kissing her. In shock I opened my mouth, but instead of crying like i normally would, my face got red in anger.

I tried everything and here he stands sucking of the face of that stupid thot. In the middle of the common room? With the girl he "studys" all the time? I bet that’s not the first time they kiss. Mattheo seems to see it too and looks at me more serious now. "Hey.. are you okay? I mean he‘s not worth it If you - " but before he can continue I grab him at the collor of his shirt and drag him with me to his dorm.

— 30 minutes later —

"Oh fuck yes, Mattheo!" I moan into the air, pushing his head against me while his lips suck on my clit, his fingers pumping inside me. "Shit who would have known that you go this feral for my tounge huh?" he smiles and mumbles against my skin.

"Stop talking and continue!" I whine and push his head back. I hear him chuckle before he laps at my throbbing clit again. God If I would have known how good this feels I would have had ended things with Theo way sooner.

His free hand slides across my body up to my left boob where he started to tease my nipple. I gasp and push my hips up, arching my back. My body was so sensitive I wanted to cry out of pleasure everytime he touched me somewhere.

It didn‘t took me long before my body starts trembling and shaking, Mattheo licking everything up as I come on his tounge.

"I could get drunk on your pussy." he groans before kissing me, making me taste myself on his lips.

"I hope you‘re ready cause that pussy screams for me." he whispers against my lips before going down on me again.

A few minutes in I hear someone yell. "WHAT THE FUCK?"

My head shot up and I looked to the door where Theo stood, looking ag us with an angry face.

I saw Mattheo looking at him over his shoulder, smiling at him with glistening lips. "Hey men, hope you don‘t mind? We got the impression you were busy.. never mind – bro how could you not eat that pussy like.. all day?"

"I‘m gonna kill you, Riddle!"

shorter than usual but I liked it 🌼

thanks for reading and supporting 🫶🏻

xoxo sarah <3

[leeeeeeeeech]

Been thinking about eldritch Beej a lot, and I'm in the process of polishing up my ao3 fic, but I just had to get a scene out of my head so enjoy :3

Fem! reader

Well, this was not how you anticipated your night going. The date started off well enough. The guy was cute, handsome even. He said all the right things, he was interesting, he was the perfect guy to take home to the folks….

But he wasn't Beetlejuice.

That was the issue. The kerfuffle if you will. The whole date, I couldn't stop thinking of that damn pervert. Imagining how he would react to what I said. Probably some fumbled sex joke instead of the polite cough I received in its stead. Polite, and superficial. Like a business meeting. Transactional intimacy at its finest. I got a goodnight kiss at least. But, all I could think about was what was missing. The lack of scratchy stubble, the smell of dirt, the grabby hands...

"No dice?" Beetlejuice had asked me. He had told me that guy seemed like a loser, not worth my time, yadda yadda. I remember rolling my eyes and muttering something about keeping his dirty shoes off my couch before storming off to my room. I could still feel the fiery white hot sensation in my chest as his echoing laugh followed me down the hall.

At first, I mistook it for annoyance. Beetlejuice always had something to say about my dating life. Nobody was good enough. I knew he just didn't like the idea of me giving my attention to someone else. He had to get over himself at some point!

Now, I'm in my bed, fucking myself with my fingers. Apparently the line between anger and horniness has dwindled significantly.

Go figure.

"Hmnn." I bit my lip, trying to keep myself quiet. It's been a while since I've masturbated, my pussy tingling deliciously as I furiously rubbed at it, growing impatient. All I wanted was to cum and go to sleep. I just wanted to forget my stupid feelings for the night. I could sort them out tomorrow.

A low growl reverberated throughout the room, making me freeze in place. A green glow filled the space, illuminating my room in a otherworldly light. The air seemed taught, like a string about to snap. My eyes darted around just as a low whine stretched itself from the doorway to me. Beetlejuice stood there, with an expression I didn't quite recognize.

I snapped out of whatever spell I was under, and covered myself with my blanket. He laughed, taking a step closer towards the bed.

"Little late for that toots."

He breathed in deep, his nostrils flaring. He closed his eyes, and that low rumble filled the room once again. Like thunder.

"Get out. I don't want you here." Another step towards the bed. His eyes shone in the dark, there glow held a primal power that made my insides throb with fear, or maybe desire. Hell, it was probably a little of both.

"We both know that one's a lie, Y/n~" He smirked, tugging on the blanket. I tightened my grip on it.

"N-No. I want you out." Wow, even I didn't believe myself. He chuckled, tearing the blanket away with ease. I snapped my legs together as the cold air hit my exposed sex.

"Don't be shy now, babes. I know you were thinking about me." He drawls. My face heats up at the declaration. He doesn't say anything regarding it, but I don't miss his shit eating grin.

" I can smell how wet ya are around me ya know," His eyes rake over me, and I feel like I'm burning underneath his gaze.

"I know you like it when I feel ya up." A set of hands appeared by my chest, giving my breasts a playful squeeze. I gasp, but there gone before I can do much else.

"It's been torture to hear ya practically scream for me in yer sleep." I can't get much more red at this point. This is humiliating, being emotionally eviscerated like this. I feel that familiar throb once again, like my ovaries are pounding at the door to the outside, begging for him.

"Whatever yer fantasizing, I can do sooo much better~" He winked, giving a small chuckle.

"Wha- why...?" My words caught in my throat as I felt something slimy wrap itself around my ankle. I look down and gasp as a tentacle waves at me before stretching itself towards my thigh, pulling my leg outward. My breath hitches, and I try to fight it.

"Never been one fer slowburns. Gets boring. I like a lotta action." Beetlejuice chuckled. Another tentacle appeared from behind him, diving straight for my other thigh, practically wrenching my leg open. I panted from the overexertion, and watched helplessly as Beetlejuice leaned forward, his arms boxing me in as he looked me up and down once again before meeting my eyes.

"You want me to stop, you know the words." All I do is nod, giving in to him. He smiled that signature toothy grin, before sliding down my torso. He gives a small bite to the inside of my thigh, making my breath shudder. He chuckled again.

"Don't worry, Y/n, I'll take very good care of you~" His tongue snaked its way out of his mouth, and made it's way towards my dripping sex.

[masonmyluv]

Part 9

A/N: one part left

Warnings: fluff, making out, Google translated Spanish (don’t come for me)

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Your outfit:

"I said dress comfy"

"Hi to you too, Fermin" you rolled your eyes as you climbed into his car. "Hey" he said, pecking your lips. Wow, a new greeting between the two of you. "And it's comfy. I told you I have no idea what to wear on dates" you said. "It's okay, but maybe you will be cold" he shrugged, driving through the streets of Barcelona. "But where are we going?" You asked. "Pick a restaurant from where to get a take out" he said. "I don't know... what can you eat?" You laughed. "Ha ha, not funny. I eat real food, you know? We're no aliens or anything" he pretended to be offended by your comment. "Sorry, but I always find it amazing how football players look this good" you blushed. "I'm glad you think I look good" he smirked. "Anyway, I think we should get Italian" you said, changing the subject. "Okay, I know the best restaurant in town" he said.

After you picked up the food, he kept driving. "Where are we going?" You asked whining. He didn't reply, just kept driving. "The beach? I could have taken a jacket" you groaned. "Told y'a" Fermin shrugged. "You didn't tell me anything. You boys with your stupid secret dates" you groaned again. "And where are you going?" You asked as he climbed out of the car and went to open the trunk. "Help me with these?" He asked, holding some blankets. "On the ground? It's cold" you said. "In the car, love".

"Never would have thought that you are a secret romantic" you teased him as you got comfy between the blankets. "Never knew I was one myself. I guess love makes you discover parts of yourself" he said. "Yeah I guess" you shrugged.

"So, what are we doing now?" You asked after you finished eating. "Get to know each other". "Don't tell me it's that stupid questions game" you groaned. "Well, yeah. But, to be honest, I'm more interested in finding out what you like to do outside university. There I know what you like" he said and you playfully punched his arm. "I like reading" you shrugged. "That's university related. Something else?" He asked.

"I like football"

"Oh yeah. You have to tell me about that" he said. "Dunno, I just like it"

"Who are your favourites players? Beside me, of course"

"Messi, Mbappé, Gavi. And you're not my favourite" you teased him. "Gavi is your favourite and I'm not?" He asked, pulling you into his lap, straddling him.  "Why? Are you jealous?" You asked. "Yes". His answer took you by surprise that you didn't have time to register what was happening: he was kissing you passionately. You felt his hands creeping under your blouse, tracing random patterns on your skin. Yours were on his chest and in his hair, threading through his blonde locks. If you felt cold before, now you were feeling hot, making out with Fermin at the beach. "Fermin" you whispered, when he pulled away for air. "Someone can see us". "Fuck" he groaned, looking behind you at a group of fans. "How the fuck do they find me?" He asked more to himself. "Just stay here until I go sign their stuff, then we go home" he said. "Okay?" You nodded as he pecked to lips again.

"es que tu novia Fermin? (is that your girlfriend Fermin)"

"creo que ella es (I think she is)"

"estaban en una cita (they were on a date)"

Fermin hurried to get everything signed because he didn't want people to know about his girlfriend. Yet. He didn't want to scary you away with the crazy fans that were following his every move. "Muchas gracias". "De Nada" Fermin replied, running back to you.

He found you wrapped in a blanket, waiting for him. "I'm cold" you pouted. "Here. Take my hoodie" he said, taking it off. "Then you're going to freeze". "I'm good. Take it" he insisted. Fermin couldn't help, but stared at you dressed in his obviously too big hoodie. "I look like shit" you said. "It's cute" Fermin blushed. He wanted to see you wearing his clothes more often. "So... where are we going now?" You asked. "I can drop you off or... we can go to mine. Have a movie night" he said, being nervous again. "A second date, Fermin?" You smirked. "If that's okay with you" he said. "But don't you have training tomorrow?". "Only in the afternoon. You can spend the night there if you want" he said. "If that's okay with you. I don't want to intrude" you said, thinking about what it would mean to go his place. "I'd like to have you around" Fermin replied. "Okay, then we can stop to mine to get some of my things?" You asked and he nodded.

"You're seriously taking your books?" He laughed. "Yeah. I still have to get that assignment done" you said, packing a small rucksack with some clothes and books. "Okay, Miss Nerdy" he smirked.

"Nerdy is sexy"

"I never said it wasn't" he shrugged, slapping your ass.

"Fermin!"

"What?"

"Perv" you rolled your eyes. Obviously, you like the attention you were getting from him. Since your first kiss, he became more touchy, the hugs lasted longer, he liked to touch your bare skin. And you also became more touchy, wanting to feel all those muscles which were hidden by his clothes. And his hair, of course. "Got everything?" He asked. "Yep, I think so". "Then let's go".

"So this is my place" Fermin said awkwardly, showing you around. "Why are you nervous?" You asked. "I don't really bring girls here..." he trailed off, blushing. "I've been here before, you know. When you were sick" you said. "Oh yeah, yeah, I didn't forget" he lied, moving to the couch. "What do we watch?" You asked. "Whatever you want" he shrugged. "A Disney movie?" You asked. "I've never seen Aladdin" he said. "The movie with Will Smith" he added, but your face said it all. "What?? That's my favourite movie ever! We're watching it now" you said, sitting near him.

"Aladdin is so beautiful" you said dreamily. "Really? He looks like a douche bag" Fermin said. You lifted your head from his chest and narrowed his eyes at him. "You're just jealous". "No, I'm not" he argued. "Yeah, you're also jealous on Gavi" you smirked. "I didn't say that". "Yea, you did. Right before we kissed" you said. "Then we have to kiss again so I can remember" he smirked, pulling your head closer. "I think you just love kissing me" you laughed before he pressed his lips to yours. And it happened like at the date, he pulled you into his lap, still kissing you passionately, his hands under your blouse and yours in his hair. Involuntarily, you rocked your hips against him, making him groan. "Fuck... I'm sorry" you said, pulling away. "You didn't do anything bad" he assured you. "Fermin wait" you said, looking down. Big mistake. "We don't have to do it" he said, lifting your chin up. "I w-want to, but I'll suck at it" you said, hiding your face into his neck. "Oh, love, I promise I'll be gentle" he said, rubbing your back. "I know you'll be. The problem is me" you mumbled. "Mi amor, you're perfect" he whispered. "You don't know that. I don't know that. Gonna make a fool of myself and you'll break up with me" you mumbled, almost on the verge of crying. "Love, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm willing to wait for you, we'll do it when you're ready" he said. "There's no rush. Just when you're ready" he whispered again against your lips. "You're too good for me" you said. "I think we're both tired after today. Do you have like a sleep routine?" He asked, changing the subject for which you were grateful. "Hmm not really. Just a bit of skincare". "Then let's head to the bathroom".

"Is it okay if we sleep in the same bed? I can go in the guests bedroom" Fermin asked once you were ready and dressed in your pjs. "The one sleeping there should be me" you chuckled. "That's not a very boyfriendish thing to do". "Yeah, it's alright. As long as we keep a distance" you said. "We can build a pillow wall" he suggested. "If you want to. I'm too tired to even lift a finger" you shrugged, climbing in bed already. "Okay, no wall then" he said, climbing in bed too. "Goodnight kiss?" He asked. You playfully rolled your eyes, but pecked his lips softly. "I could get used to this" he grinned as you laid on your back. "Sweet dreams, love" he said to which you only hummed, already exhausted after the most perfect day with two dates.

Hope you like it 🤍

[redwine354]

Those stormy nights (Mammon x M!Mc)

Mc pov

During the day it was weirdly cloudy like rain clouds but I just ignored it it's not like thunder clouds... Actually, they were and I never paid attention to my STEM classes when I was younger. an hour after school let out it started to rain and obviously, I did not care at all, so I continued doing my homework before dinner. As dinner rolled around the rain got harsher, while me and mammon were talking and doing the dishes the thunder strikes and I flinch causing mammon to look at me with a confused and worried expression "what?"......"what the hell was that about!?!" He asks "I have problems with loud noises, so what?" I answer he stays quiet until "why are you scare-" "no I'll tell you later". We finish up and we head to my room to show him the mountain of stuffed animals asmo got me at our latest hangout “Where are those from?” He questioned “there from asmo, he got them for me at a claw machine” I say knowing he gets jealous easily and that me and asmo’s friendship hits him the worst. After a while of helping mammon with his homework we watch a movie on my computer. Twenty minutes into the movie the thunder gets worse and I start shaking a little which gets mammons attention “ are you okay? Do you need anything?” He says sounds like it’s his job to care about me…. I guess it kinda is but still it seems weird to me but I shove it off and I reply with a sarcastic “yes can you make me some hot coco with whipped cream and bring me one of my stuffed animals” while playfully rolling my eyes. “Ok” he says and gets me a stuffed animal and heads down stairs leaving me in shock. What the ever loving fuck just happened I say to myself. Five minutes later he comes back with a weighted blanket, extra pillows and two cups of hot coco both with whipped cream, sprinkles, marshmallows and candy cane straws. He takes a little bed ‘n breakfast table out of nowhere and sets it up after he sits in bed beside me and putting up the blanket and the pillows. “Wow thank you mammon” I say and sip my hot coco. He nods and sips his hot coco too and he plays to the movie which I didn’t even notice he paused. While watching the movie I notice mammon looking at me and asking me if I need anything occasionally I blush a little every time he does “do I like him?” I think to myself. Before the movie ends a loud thunder strikes causing me too jump a little which then mammon looks at me and hugs me I slowly hug back while we hug thunder keeps on going and every time it does I hug mammon tighter each time I slowly fall asleep in his arms. When I wake up mammon isn’t beside me I get up change and head to the kitchen to make me some coffee then I see mammon talking with Lucifer I start to ease drop into their conversation. “Yer lying….. right? You have to be” “I’m afraid I’m not mammon” “b-but he was just a child you have to be lying” “I’m not lying but you know now what to do and what not to do so ask them I support you” “wow you saying that, it sounds like your being sarcastic” “be quiet and just do whatever you were doing before this” and with that Lucifer left and mammon went to the coffee machine and made some coffee I went back to my room to process what just happened I go into my bathroom and I take a quick shower I get my clothes and change after I change mammon walks in with coffee in his hand looking weird in a way like nervousness and worried he hands me the coffee and ask me “want to go out with me?” Before I could answer he says “as-as a hangout I mean as friends” “sure “ I say and sit down and drink some coffee by the time I finish my coffee which tasted absolutely amazing I got ready again and right as I finish putting on my shoes mammon knocks on my door to get me. We leave and mammon takes me to a cute coffee shop to get brunch since we haven’t ate yet. We go inside to order, while we waited mammon started to get fidgety I hold his hand to calm him down he blushes a dark red and I chuckle we get our food and head to one of the outside tables to enjoy the sunny day out after the long cold, scary night we had. 

[elsieys-blog]

Perks of an insomnia-driven night.

Draco Malfoy x ravenclaw!reader

a/n: hi hello, this is my first draco malfoy au and I hope you get to enjoy it as much as I wrote it <3

contains: fluff, tension, cussing, insomnia, room of requirement, Draco's rings, and strangers to friends with benefits.

summary: due to another insomnia-driven night, you strolled and suddenly bumped into a particular Slytherin. He gave you a gift you would cherish forever.

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A loud buzz from outside startled you as you curled up on your bed, pulling the blanket up to your torso to suppress the chilly weather. You couldn't keep count on how many times you've tried to close your eyes and think as if you went into a free fall in hopes of getting yourself adrift. But no. You've closed your eyes, opened it again, flat it again but it didn't help at all. You were widely awake despite the fact you hadn't eaten any chocolate at all.

You heaved a sigh before deciding to leave your bed and go on for a short walk on the dimly lit hallways. Perhaps the calmness and stillness of it would soothe you. You pushed the duvet away from your nearly naked body and slipped your slippers onto your feet. Standing up, you went over to the bathroom, did some basic hygiene before twisting the doorknob and leaving your dormitory in a swift.

God, even the Ravenclaw common room didn't look fancy anymore.

It usually does every morning to dawn. But every midnight and pass midnight? It looks like as though someone was murdered and students ought to stay hidden in their dorms.

As your quiet and soft trudges echoed the walls, only a few line of torches lighting your way, you exited the Ravenclaw common room and was now and finally outside. The hallways were now bigger and neverending, as if you had set foot into a deja Vu. A few floorboards you step creaked and so the snoring portraits on every corner and side of the wall yawns and went back to sleep.

You maintained a good slow and calm pace until you forgot to pick up your wand from your room. There was no going back now because it was a long way back. Now you had to squint your eyes so that it adjusted from the pitch black darkness.

Loud cawing from crows scare you sometimes so goosebumps prickled your skin. The only thing you could see was the dots of glitter from the sky and the shadows the oak trees casted on the ground. The shadow was formed strangely and it looks distorted so you held a deep breath, reminding myself that there was nothing to be bothered of. And that everyone was sleeping just fine.

As you walked silently, your head elbow-deep in thoughts, you didn't know you were now staring at a wall so called the Room of Requirement. The walls was approximately fifteen feet, bizarre patterns across it.

"Well, there's nothing else to go, so. . ." Your mind spoke and you closed your eyes, thinking of a plausible reason to get yourself inside. After a few seconds, you heard three faint clicks until the wall molded into a tall door. You glanced sideways before entering the room slowly.

You were met by the darkness once again, but this time it felt comforting. You walked and walked, taking in the unblemished and grubby furnitures hidden beyond the tall door. There were stacks and mounds of unused things that you felt suddenly guilty. As you roamed around without a route, a movement beside you caught you off guard and it piqued your interest. Is someone else here?

"hello?" You started, your brows furrowing as you followed the movement.

As far from your expectations, the anonymous person replied and it was a manly, cold voice. "What are you doing up in the middle of the night? Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

A shiver came across your spine. You shyly said, "aren't you supposed to be too?" You saw his shadow lurch and you took the chance to step forward.

He said, "doesn't matter why I'm here. This is my usual spot." His voice was a bit taunting and bragging.

"Well, you're hiding in the shadows so... And you're not supposed to hide if you claim this as your spot." You sternly said, keeping your gaze fixated on his moving shadow.

"I'm not hiding. Have you come to the realization that it's the dead of the night?" He sternly said.

"Yes, but— I think we should come over to the light so I can see you." You plead but you doubt he would actually do it.

"See me? Pathetic."

You sighed. "What? How about let's do it together? I'm really in the mood for some company right now."

The man was hesitant at first but he considered it. As much as he was irritated by someone invading his territory, he kind of wanted a company too. There was a strong exhale across you as he said. "Fine."

You gave an upturned smile, stepping into a small ray of light seeping through a window. The moonshine cradled your face as well as his. He stood tall and with poise in front of you with a neutral glare, looking down as if his eyes belittle you. "Better princess?"

You couldn't help but stare at his eyes. Wait- he was standing in front of you so he blocked the moonshine and you could only see his silhouette. You grabbed his sleeve and ushered him to a better angle. When you gently pushed his back on a partition, you finally got to look at his golden blue eyes, and the bits of freckles that stretched to his nose and cheekbones. His face was sculpted beautifully and even his nose shaped like a button. He was lithe and pristine. And you began to coil into a pit of fire.

"You're- Draco Malfoy?" Your voice shook.

"that's me." He smirked and it only made my headspace ablaze. "And you are?"

You were too busy admiring his features but your mind eventually rebounded. "I- Y/n- Y/n Y/l/n!"

He kept on smiling. "Oh, you!" He began to finally acknowledge your ghostly presence before. "You're the one I shared potions with on fifth year eh? The one where we got perfect scores?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"Right. The only reason we got perfect grades for it was because of my skills actually. Don't forget that." He playfully said, beaming a wink at you which got your cheeks turning slightly crimson.

"Ha ha, very funny. I still helped though." You avowed.

"Mhm. But I did most of the dirty work and you just stood there, watching." He laughed and I chuckled. Fun times.

"Fine. Have it your way. I did watch instead of help. Happy?" You jeered but you couldn't help but glance at the collection of rings on his bony fingers. You went still for a moment and decided to ask the unthinkable. "Malfoy?"

"Yes?"

"You- you have nice rings. It looks good on you." You faltered in the slightest but remained a tepid look. "Silver matches you to be honest."

"Silver?" His eyebrows rose and his voice was unbelievably sexy. "I get that a lot."

You keep on staring, checking out the patterns designed on the small ringed jewelry such as serpents and cursive letters. You didn't realize you were smiling until his fingers convulsed. "Y/n?"

You look back into his stormy eyes with embarrassment. "Oh I- I'm sorry, I was just-"

"It's obvious you really like them, don't you?"

"Well, I mean it's pretty but-"

"Would you want one?" His question was out of the blue so you nearly jolted.

Your eyes widen in full extent, the feeling of affection was set into extreme levels that you feel like you're about to explode. "Oh er- that's good thank you, but-"

"It's pretty I get it. And you seem to admire it as much as I do so ..." He paused, removing one of the glinting rings from his ring finger and held it into his palm. "Here, you can have it for me."

Your cheeks were flaming and it was intolerable. He was platonic and you never expected it from him. You sucked in a deep inhale, tongue-tied. "Oh my god, Malfoy, this was so unnecessary-"

"It's alright. Besides, I think that hand of yours need some color." He smiled tenderly, handing you the ring. His height was towering and it only made things worse for you to handle because of how the air thickens and the atmosphere suddenly getting hot.

"I d-don't know what to say." You stutter. "But thank you. Thank you so much, wow."

You got ahold of the metallic ring, inserting it on your ring finger but it didn't fit. It was expected of course. So you tried putting it on your middle finger but it was loose still. As you were about to put it on your thumb, his cold hands gripped your wrist making you halt mid-process.

"What is it-"

"Here let me help you out."

God, he was also wearing a silver glinting necklace. Now that is fucking sexy!

Draco unclasped his own necklace, putting either ends of it into the ring until it hang perfectly. When it was perfectly adjusted just how he wanted it to, he offered it to you without double thinking, a genuine grin sprawled on his handsomely face.

You were still deeply honored yet it felt... Wrong. "Draco- I really appreciate this but- it's yours and we barely even talk-"

"I don't care about that." He flawlessly said. "You remind me of someone I deeply love and... I guess this is my way of being grateful we met at this untimely night." He scoffed and you're a bit sure you saw a hint of blush on his face.

"Really?" You didn't bother asking who that person was since he probably wasn't in the mood to tell you. You were flattered by his words as you accepted his offer.

"Yes. Now take this, and wear it. I want to see your hands with my rings, Y/n." He flirtatiously spoke, giving you another wink.

You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous act. As you were about to out it, he stopped you once more and this time you were a bit provoked. "What is it again?"

He shrugged, and now the blush hidden in his handsome features was now displayed. It was cute seeing his pale, porcelain skin yo be tainted with a tinge of scarlet. He took the necklace into his hands and made strong and seducing type of eye contact. You nearly tripped at his look right now as he said. "Let's make this scene a bit... Romantic. And by that..." He clasped the necklace on your neck, his fingers ghosting your skin ever-so-slightly. "I get to do this to you."

You shudder, not just because of the cold weather, but because of his cold touch. It was so nice against your skin that you wanted him to do it again. You smiled and bit your lip to restrain any embarrassing words. "Draco, you're being too sweet-"

"Am I? People always like the idea of making me sound rude. It feels good I get to prove it to you that that is a lie." His hands sat ok your shoulder, the pad of his thumb caressing you pulse point between your neck and shoulder.

"I understand that. When people wanted to make you sound like a villain when truly your just trying to be genuine and basic?"

Draco grinned. "Yeah, Y/n. Something like that."

You contemplated for a moment, the tension between you building up because of how close your lips had been. It was merely an inch apart, your noses almost touching that you suddenly want to feel the saccharine taste of his lips and the soft texture pressed against yours. Maybe it would be the cure to your insomnia-driven nights. Maybe it would ease and alleviate you.

"You're pretty, you know?"

You were taken a back. You stared at his eyes still and didn't even realize his hands had dropped down to your elbows, pulling it closer to him, informing you that he wants your hands to lean on his chest—to feel how ragged his breathing had gotten just by her presence. You flinched a little and smiled.

"Oh?" Was the only word to roll out of your tongue.

"Mhm." Draco was lost in his own void, his concentration had dropped from your eyes and down to your gaped lips. "So pretty..."

Fuck...

You couldn't bear the growing impatience anymore and you knew to yourself that you had to do something about it. Something to help soften his heavy breathing. He looked tired and worn out. Fragile and about to burst. You had to do something about it quick before he breaks.

Shit!

And so you lifted your heel to match his height and pecked a kiss on the corner of his mouth. For a moment Draco closed his eyes to memorize the way both your lips linked—he was awestruck. He smelled good. So good that you wanted to give another go but was frustrated enough that he didn't slam you against the wall and leave you breathless from his aggressive kisses so you just stood there and watched him remember the unsolicited peck you just gave him.

"Y/n-"

"Can I kiss you?" You abruptly said without hesitation. "Again? And this time... Better?"

Shit..

He nodded in the slightest of movement before lowering his head and both your lips met anew. There were fireworks and butterflies erupting in your stomach and all you could feel was how graceful and subtle his tongue shifted against yours and it was pure bliss. And this time, it was rougher than you thought.

a/n: AHHH! i hope you liked this one, and also PART TWO IS COMING SOON! sorry, I left y'all in a cliffhanger ;))

[jungshookz]

what if y/n's friends come by for a surprise visit or smth and mr park is like right there, how would that work out 😟

:-) 

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!! smerhaps smut (slightly suggestive content!!!) also y/n’s not good at improv and it shows womp womp 

➺ wordcount; 2.4k

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“god, you smell good...” jimin murmurs against your neck, his fingers giving your hips a gentle squeeze before his hand slides down to hitch your leg up against his waist 

you’re so warm and so soft against him... 

he’s obsessed with you 

“you say that a lot.” you tease quietly, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his soft hair before tugging lightly, “we should probably get up soon... we can’t spend the entire day doing nothing.”

“well, we won’t be doing nothing-” jimin pulls away suddenly before pressing his forehead against yours, “we’d technically be doing each other-”

“what? oh my god, you are such a boy-” you feel your face flush immediately and you turn to the side so you don’t have to look at that cocky smirk on jimin’s face that never fails to make your tummy flutter 

“c’mon, pretty girl...” jimin purrs lowly, taking the chance to bury his face into the crook of your neck again before rolling his hips against yours, “i wanna make you feel good.”

the chains hanging around his neck tickle against your heated skin and your eyelids flutter when you feel jimin’s hand creeping towards your centre 

“i-” you perk up in alarm when you swear you hear the slight sound of the front door clicking shut, your brows knitting in concern as you stare up at the ceiling 

...and then you hear faint footsteps...

...and you’re pretty sure that’s the sound of giggling... 

...

what the hell

are there people in your apartment right now 

oh my god 

are there people in your apartment right now?! 

��oh my god-!” you immediately shove jimin off of you, wincing when he rolls off the bed and lands on the ground with a loud thump

oops

“ow-! what was that for??” jimin whines quietly, sitting up before rubbing at his lower back, “also, you are… so much stronger than you look-”

“sorry, sorry-!” you whisper, frantically pulling your shorts up your legs before grabbing a shirt off the end of the bed, “you need to-”

“party of five for miss y/n y/l/n! get your ass out here, girlie!”

"you know, i bet she’s still asleep-” 

you feel like you’re about to pass out when you hear lisa getting closer to your bedroom and you reach up to run a hand through your hair in panic 

“uh- no! no, i’m up!” you announce loudly before clearing your throat, “just- just gimme a second, lisa- don’t come in here because i’m, like, super naked right now-” you chuckle nervously before spinning around to face jimin (who’s still a little dazed from hitting the ground so hard and so fast, which explains why he’s just sitting there basically doing nothing), “jimin, hurry!”

“fuck, hold on- did you- did you know they were coming over today?” jimin hisses, scrambling up from the ground before pulling the sheets up around his hips so that his lower half is decently covered, “where the hell is my shirt…?”

“oh, yeah, i planned for them to come over the same weekend you’re here so we can all get together and i can tell everyone that mr. park was the one who gave me that hickey they saw last week-” you pause before looking over at your currently-denser-than-a-block-of-tofu boyfriend with wide eyes, “obviously not, jimin! you need to hide-”

“but you’re wearing m-”

you don’t give jimin much of a chance to say or do anything else before you’re grabbing him and basically shoving him into your open closet

“i-” he raises a finger and you shake your head, slapping his hand down quickly

“not a single word-” you warn, shoving your hand against his chest to push him in even deeper before abruptly pulling the closet doors shut

your bedroom door swings open right as you trap jimin in your closet and you spin around with a wide smile, pressing yourself up against the doors, “i’m not doing anything!”

“good morning, sunshine!” lisa chirps, her smile faltering as she takes in the state of the room, “uh…”

geez louise

she knew you were messy, but…

the blanket is drooping off the bed, your clothes are strewn everywhere (your panties are literally hanging off the lamp) - it looks like someone came in here and ransacked the place, if she’s being honest

“i’m doing some spring cleaning.” you chime in as soon as you note the look of concern on her face, “you know how it is! everything has to be super messy before it becomes super clean.”

“it’s… it’s nowhere close to spring, so i wouldn’t call it spring cleaning.” she snorts, crossing her arms before turning on her heel to look at you, “so, how much time do you need to get ready? the girls are waiting in the living room.”

“i, um- it’s just that i said…” you trail off, trying to find the right words to let her down easy, “you know, i did say that i wasn’t going to join you guys this weekend, so i will... not be getting ready... because i won’t be leaving the apartment?”

“oh, i know you said that, but… this is the second time this month that you’ve ditched us to hang out in your apartment by yourself! that’s why we decided to come and surprise you and drag you out instead!” lisa smiles, your heart skipping a beat when she starts to walk closer to you, “now, let’s pick out a cute outfit for you-”

“no!” you snap, slamming yourself up tighter against the closet doors, “no way!”

“woah-!” lisa stumbles backward in surprise before frowning at you, “jesus… what’s your problem this morning? god, you’re so jumpy-”

“i’m fine! i’m just- uh- i’m on my period so- you know how it is since you are also a human girl who has her period every month-” you cough into your fist before letting out a chuckle, “there’s just something about bleeding profusely out of your hooha that drives you crazy, right?! just girly things. so crazy. it’s wild.”

“what are you talkin- wait, what are you wearing?” lisa suddenly changes the subject and you frown before looking down at your-

?

oh 

oh no

this,..,., 

this is not your shirt

this is jimin’s shirt

and you’re pretty sure lisa knows this is jimin’s shirt because she made a comment last week about how nice and biteable his arms looked in it when he pushed the sleeves up

and yeah, one might think that all white t-shirts look the same and that there’s really no difference between them, but lisa pays special attention to detail and would be able to tell about fifty white t-shirts apart if she had to 

“a… white t-shirt?” you scoff playfully, trying to play it off and keep things super chill and super casual, “my goodness, you’re certainly a little ditzy before mimosas-”

“well, yeah, it’s a shirt, y/n, but...” she places her hands on her hips before tilting her head, her eyes narrowing into slits, “it looks so familiar and i can’t quite remember where i’ve seen it…”

you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously as she continues staring at you

god

you hate this

you’d very much like for a wormhole to appear and swallow you up if that were possible 

should you say something??

you’ve been quiet for too long

you should say something and change the subject so that she doesn’t have enough time to figure out that you’re wearing mr. park’s shirt because then that’d lead to a discussion as to why you’re wearing mr. park’s shirt and then that’d lead to oh, yeah, by the way, i’m in a relationship with our teacher and before you got here we were in the middle of having sex so it’d be great if you could leave-

“you know, you’re probably thinking about a shirt you saw in a magazine or something- i-” you’re cut off when seulgi suddenly wanders into your bedroom, immediately letting out a snort at the sight of your bedroom

“wow, y/n! i’ve heard of disorganised chaos, but this is a little much.” she whistles lowly before turning to face you, “what’s taking you freaks so long?”

“we were about to pick an outfit for y/n but- hey, does that shirt look familiar to you?” lisa asks quietly, seulgi leaning in a little closer before pursing her lips in thought

“mm… i don’t know. just looks like any old ratty t-shirt y/n would own. why?”

“ratty-“ you gawk, looking down at your shirt, “this isn’t ratty!”

“okay, miss fuzzy-legwarmers-”

“okay, you guys should probably leave because my cramps are, like, killing me-” you step away from the closet for the first time since lisa came in before gesturing for the two of them to go, “i promise i’ll come to brunch next week, but right now, i just need to be by myself-”

(and you know it would never happen but you hope the closet doors won’t spriNG open like they do in the cartoons when the closet’s been overstuffed)

“are you sure you don’t wanna join us? we’re going to talk about how yummy mr. park looked in class on friday-” seulgi turns to glance at you with a smirk as you continue to shove them down the hallway and back out to the living room, “and we all know how you just won’t shut up about mr. park-”

“hA, okay- very funny-” you chuckle nervously as you glance back towards your open bedroom door, hoping that jimin won’t be able to hear any of this 

you don’t need to embarrass yourself in front of him any further! 

“there’s no point in denying it, y/n!” lisa chirps, “you looooove mr. park and you just wanna sit all over that pretty face-”

“you know, i already know that i’m never going to live that down and you guys aren’t helping-” you grumble, shoving against their backs to get them to move faster, “you basically remind me of it every day-” 

“aw, c’mon! you know we’re only teasing, you wuss.” seulgi rolls her eyes, “besides, i wanna talk about how sexy his arms are, so if you come to brunch with us, i can do all the talking and the fantasizing on your behalf- do you think he’d be able to pin you down using one hand?”

you feel your cheeks flush because you happen to know the answer to that particular question (the answer is a big fat ABSOLUTELY he can)

“you know, i don’t know why you always get so quiet whenever we talk about him-” wendy chimes in once the three of you reach the living room, “this is a safe space! we’re all allowed to talk about how much we want mr. park to fuck us into oblivion-”

“i just feel like-” you choke, clearing your throat quietly before averting your gaze to the ground, “you know, he’s our- he’s our teacher, so… so it’s a little weird? to be talking about all the things you want him to do to you?”

also you’re dating him and it’s weird to hear about how much your friends want to fuck your boyfriend 

also they talk about him like he’s a piece of meat - and yes, you’re guilty of displaying the same behaviour sometimes - but it’s still not cool!! 

jimin’s so much more than just a (very) pretty face and a (very) fit body 

“you were the one who said you wanted to sit on his face-”

“yes, i’m aware- you know, i only said that to get seulgi to shut up- anyway!” you scurry over to the door and hold it open before gesturing for everyone to get the hell out of your apartment, “it was wonderful seeing you girls, but i’ll see you on monday at class-” you force a smile on your face and praY that no one is too suspicious of your very odd behaviour

you think you’ve done a decent job at keeping it cool so far... right? 

“fine. but we’re not going to share any of the details that we talked about as your punishment.” lisa shakes her head disappointedly as she adjusts her purse strap over her shoulder, “it’s your loss! you don’t get to dream about having sex with the most beautiful man on earth-”

you almost let out a snort but you stop yourself before it happens

you’ve never been one for bragging, but... you don’t have to dream about having sex with the most beautiful man on earth because you’re already having sex with the most beautiful man on earth 

(what you’re trying to say is that God has favourites and you clearly made the list) 

:-)

“well, that’s a consequence i’m just going to have to suffer with-” you push your bottom lip out in a pout before waving frantically, “goodbye, you guys-!”

you let out a breath of relief as soon as you slam the door shut behind you

holy moly

that was close!!!!!

that was TOO close

you and jimin need to have a better plan to prepare for this if it happens again

hopefully this won’t happen again but you can never be too sure... 

maybe you should take your spare apartment key back from lisa 

“are they gone?” you jump when jimin pokes his head around the corner and you nod before shooting him a thumbs up

“yes, thank god- but that was… that was way too close.” you shudder, turning and making sure the door is double-locked before walking towards jimin, “i don’t even know what i’d do if they saw you.”

“judging by your improv skills, you’d probably tell them i’m mr. park’s twin brother-”

“you know, that’s actually not half bad!” you raise a brow before reaching down to brush your fingers against the growing red spot on jimin’s bare chest from where you shoved at him earlier, “also, sorry i pushed you onto the ground. and then shoved you into a closet.”

“eh, i’m fine.” he hums, taking your hand before turning and walking back towards the hallway, “also, i’m going to have to ask to join one of these brunches one day since i seem to be a hot topic.” 

“oh my god, jimin-”

“by the way-” he glances at you over his shoulder for a split second with a particularly cheeky smirk, “i don’t think i need to remind you again that the offer for you to sit on my face still stands...”

“oh my god, jimin-!”

✨why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here?

💫or perhaps you want something shorter to read?

🌟or something even shorter?

[the-winter-smoulder]

Insomnia

Pairing: Soft!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 745

Warnings: Language! Fluff

Author’s Notes: This is what happens when I can’t sleep... I write a fic about Insomnia.

You couldn’t sleep. You’ve been up since 3:30am, and you were exhausted. You tried to go to bed at 9pm, and your eyes were heavy then. Now it’s 12:15 am, and you’re wide awake, laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Ugh... Fuck it! Netflix and tea it is,” you grumbled as you climbed out of bed

You walked down the hallway of the compound in your blue flannel pants and dark grey henley, your hair a complete mess, sticking up in every direction. You shuffled your bare feet toward the kitchen, rolling your shoulders and neck.

“Hey, Y/n.”

Your heart stopped for a split second.

Shit! Bucky! No! I look like shit!

“Bucky! Jesus... you scared me!” you said, clutching your chest dramatically.

“Sorry, doll! What are you doing up?”

“Ugh. Can’t sleep. Can’t figure out why, so that’s making me anxious. You?”

You sat at the counter, trying to smooth your hair down as best as you could.

“Nightmare.”

“Oh... I’m sorry, Bucky. That sucks.”

“Yeah, but not as much as being awake for 21 hours, Y/n.”

“20... I took an hour nap earlier.”

“Oh... my bad,” he laughed. “I was going to make chamomile tea. You want some?”

“That would be great. That’s actually what I was coming to do myself.”

“Great. I’ll make tea, you pick something on Netflix. Sound good?”

“Perfect,” you smiled. You shuffled over to the couch and turned on the TV. You clicked through shows and movies, trying to find something that would get your mind off of not sleeping.

“How do you feel about stupid comedies?”

“Sounds good to me. You want honey or sugar?”

“Honey.”

“Yes, dear?”

You snorted at Bucky’s stupid joke, silently wishing he would call you honey.

“Cute, Bucky,” you said as he walked over with two mugs of tea.

“Did you just call me cute?” he smiled, setting the mugs down on the coffee table.

“Bucky! I'm too tired for you to be a smartass right now,” you giggled.

“Smartass! Wow. Ouch!” he feigned being hurt, clutching his chest dramatically, flopping down on the couch next to you.

“Oh no! Is an old man having a heart attack?” you laughed, “How can I make you feel better?”

“Oh, I can think of a few ways, doll.”

You felt your cheeks flush bright red.

“Bucky,” you fake warned.

“Don’t get shy on me, Y/n,” he said, looking into your eyes.

“I’m not shy... just... tired.”

“Hmm. Well, drink this,” he said, leaning forward to grab your tea and hand it to you. “Should help a little.”

“Thanks, Bucky,” you said quietly, blowing on the steaming beverage.

“No problem. So, what did you pick for us?”

“Pineapple Express. Have you seen it?”

“Nope. Is it really stupid?”

“Completely. It’s also really funny, but that dumb kind of funny.”

“Perfect.”

Bucky grabbed a blanket and covered you both with it, settling in close to you.

You both sat there, sipping your tea, and sneaking glances at each other.

When your tea was gone, Bucky noticed, grabbing your mug and putting it on the coffee table. When he leaned back, he put his arm around you, pulling you into his side. He was warm, and he smelled good, like eucalyptus and mint. You couldn’t help but to groan softly, praying that he didn’t hear you, but you knew full well that he did.

“Getting sleepy yet, doll?” he purred into your ear, making your heart flutter.

“Mmm... a little. You?”

“A little. You can fall asleep on me. I don’t mind,” he said, gently scratching your scalp. It felt really good since he was using his metal hand, cooling you a little.

“Bucky... that feels good,” you whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm... yeah.”

“Good,” he said, gently kissing your temple, continuing to massage your scalp.

You let your arm drape over his stomach, lightly rubbing his side with your fingertips.

“Bucky?” you whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Do you... I mean... ummm... well, it’s just that, I, well, I really like you.”

You could feel him smile against your head.

“I really like you, too, Y/n. You know you’re the only one I call ‘doll’ don’t you?”

“Really? I didn’t know that,” you yawned.

“You are. I’ve liked you since the moment we met.”

“Mmm... me too, Bucky. Me too.”

Bucky continued to gently massage your scalp until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

His final thought before he drifted off:

“Maybe this is the cure to insomnia.”

[divinefireangel]

Pay Attention to Me

Optional SF9 bias x F! Reader smut.

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: Baby Blue! I'm so sorry this took so long 🥺 I tried my best so I hope you like it! 💙 ngl I kinda feel like I did it in a rush TwT

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ and female readers (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). There's, choking, spanking, hair pulling and unprotected sex. Do not do this until and unless you actually want kids. Lmk if I missed something!

Requested: Y E S by the oh so lovely @inseongsfoxybae !

Hey, babe! I'm here to request something 🤭

Can you write something like the boy and his gf was spooning while watching a movie, but then things get steamy and lead to couch sex, please?

Since you don't have a bias in SF9 yet, you can choose the member you think that better fits this plot.

Thank you in advance 💓 Love you ❤️

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"I can't believe you've never seen 'The Princess Bride'! "

"I am now! So you can't say that I haven't seen it at all. " He said.

Coming to lay behind me on the couch, nuzzling his face into my neck he pulls the thin blanket over our bodies.

"If you fall asleep on me I swear to god I will hit you a pan."

"I won't! Don't worry." Raising his hands up in defense he widened his eyes. Grinning he wraps his hands around me pulling me flush against his chest. Rolling my eyes atat his clingyness I press play, smiling as the movie began. It's about time my boyfriend saw my favorite movie.

'As you wish' I mouthed along with Westley. How nice is it to have a secret way to express love for each other. Blushing I look at him, his starry eyes staring at the screen ahead of us. I really am lucky to have him. Kissing his cheek, I turn my attention back to the movie.

The thing about comfort movies is that no matter how many times you see them, you are always surprised at every turn of event. Feeling him smile at my reactions, I cuddle further into him to hide myself. He only giggles and kisses my jaw, finding my actions cute. He rests his face in the crook of my neck.

"You smell nicer than usual" He remarks breathing in my scent.

"It's a new body butter. Now hush." I whisper to try and get him at watch the movie again. After not even a minutes passing he nuzzles his nose further into my neck.

Pulling my shirt collar to a side he places feather light kisses on my exposed skin, nibbling and biting on it. Gulping, I try my best to ignore his attempts to distract me from the movie. Dragging his lower lip up my skin where he left marks, he moves his hand under the blanket to the hem of my shirt. Moving his fingertips up and down my thigh, moving my shirt up till it bunches at my waist, he sucks my neck lightly. Secretly pressing my legs together, trying to move away from his grip and failing to, I silently gasp.

"Pay attention to me." Rasping in a whisper he moves his hand to part my legs. Fuck fuck fuck why did I not wear panties today. Lifting my leg over his thigh, he grazes his fingers across my pussy.

"Oh so you were paying attention to just me?" He says smirking, as he notices my wetness. Rolling my hips slowly against his I feel his *very* prominent bulge. Biting onto my shirt collar I can't help but close my eyes as he smoothly moves the juices from my entrance to my clit.

Closing my legs when his digits reach my clitoris, I trap his hand there, moaning at the pressure. Grunting he pulls his hand out. Pushing my upper leg further till it's bent at the knee, I help him pull his shorts down.

Pumping his cock a few times, he places the head at my entrance. Breathing heavily I lean back, letting him do whatever he wants to me. Leaving open mouthed kisses from my neck to mouth he glides himself into me. Swallowing my pleasure sounds he moves his dick in and out of me. Gasping as he grabs my boob over my shirt and twists my nipple, he starts to rub my sensitive bud.

Squealing I clench around his length, causing him to falter his movements with a groan. Removing his hand from me he gets up and on his knees. Removing his shirt he stops me from laying on my back.

"Pull your shirt up to your chin baby." Biting his lower lip at my naked breasts and peaked nips, he pushes into my entrance again, leaning down to capture my lips into his as his hand resumes it's position on my clit. Moving my bent leg around his hip, I allow him better access to my aching pussy.

"More" I moan closing me eyes, he quickens his pace, grinding himself into me, biting my still exposed collarbone. Crying out I clench my walls as the feeling of him filling me to the brim of my uterus. Spanking my ass he thursts roughly a few times, rocking my body across the couch.

Pulling out of me again he guides me on my hands and knees, making me rest my face on the armrest. Entering me the third time, he grabs my hips as hard as he drives his dick into me at an ungodly speed.

"Your ass is out of the world babygirl." He compliments spanking me again. Grabbing my hair in one hand, making a messy ponytail, he pulls me up till me back comes into contact with his naked chest. Drilling into me, I feel his pelvis hit my buttcheeks as he begins to rub my clit again, his lips finding my neck again. Feeling my hair come down from the makeshift ponytail, the airflow in my throat starts to become restricted.

Choking my throat he pulls my head back till it comes in contact with his shoulder, attaching his mouth to my mouth sloppily, increasing his pace on my clit. Gripping the hair at the back of his head, I try and meet his hips, gasping for air as the pleasure in my lower stomach starts to become overwhelming. Moaning I release on his cock, shaking mymy thighs as I see stars. Letting me fall forward on the couch, he pulls himself out, pumping hishis cock a few times he cums on my ass and my back.

Satisfactorily admiring his work, picking up his shirt from the floor, he cleans his cum off as we try to breathe normally again.

"Wow" I whine.

"Wow indeed babygirl" He agrees bringing his lips to mine as sweetly as ever.

Completely laying on my back, I gesture him to cuddle me by opening my arms for him. Smiling softly with warmth and love on his face, he lays his head on my chest, as we resume to watch the movie from the beginning. Halfway through thethe movie and petting his hair, feeling drowsy, I nap with my exhausted lover in my embrace.

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[Chapter IV: You F*cking Minx!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, masterbation (m&f) (only implied this chapter), discussion of kinks, good old nudes & teasing Jisung ;)

Chapter Word Count: 2.8k (lol minus the emojis cause APPARENTLY, they count on docs)

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You were starting to think that touching yourself every night was rather unhealthy...

It’s been over a week since you and Jisung met—a week since the both of you started your unspoken arrangement. Breathing heavily, you laid limply on your untidy bed, the only source of light available was the moon’s rays peeking through your curtains. The lower half of your body was completely rid of any clothing; the only thing covering your skin were splotches of your essence. Your phone then lit up with a notification from ‘Hannie Bear’.

1 new message(s) from Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: u okay baby? do u wanna sleep now?

Using your unsoiled hand, you grabbed your phone and typed as best as you could.

Me: Nah, I still have a little bit of energy left in me

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: really? cool lol

let’s chat for a bit

Me: Sure. Just hold on for a sec

You sat up and wiped your hand on the towel laid under you. Swinging one of your legs off the bed, you used your toes to pick up your garments from the floor, and quickly put them on. Two new notifications from Jisung appeared on your screen. You read his messages as you threw your dirted towel onto the floor.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: aight.

actually you know what? just call me please!

You laid back down and tapped on his icon, which now consisted of a selfie of himself from when he ‘needed to use’ your phone a few days ago, at the top of your screen to switch to the call screen. Your phone rang several times before Jisung answered. Through the phone, you could hear the faint sound of rustling and a groan.

“Hey,” he greeted with a raspy voice. You instinctively smiled when you heard him.

“Hey.”

Jisung cleared his throat before speaking. “So I was wondering, since— ah wait. Sorry, my throat’s kinda...”

“No, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “You should get some water too! You know, cause— yeah. After all that.”

You laughed, heart warming at his consideration. “Yeah. Thanks!” Bringing your phone with you, you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. You set the call to speaker mode before putting your phone down to drink. Hearing the hilarious way Jisung took big gulps of water almost made you choke on your water.

He let out an over-exaggerated ‘ha!’ and said with a funny voice, “Refreshing!” Hearing your snort made Jisung smile. “Okay, so now that we’re both hydrated, I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking.” You hummed to acknowledge him. “So, you know how we’ve been doing this for almost two weeks now, right?”

“Yeah…?” You picked up your phone to go back to your room.

“Okay. Well, we never really talked about, you know, things that we like.”

“Things that we like?”

“Yeah! You know what I mean?”

‘Huh?’ You thought about it for a few seconds before realizing what he was talking about. “Ohh. Do you mean our kinks?”

“There! That.”

You scoffed playfully. “I knew this conversation was bound to happen.”

“Well, then spill, girl!” Jisung said flamboyantly. “Don’t keep me waiting!”

You giggled. “Weirdo,” you whispered, softly grunting when you plopped onto your bed. “Where do you want me to start?”

“I don’t know. I guess just tell me like, what role you like playing in bed, or if you don’t even use roles at all.”

“Well, we’ve masterbated together long enough for you to know that I don’t mind either; sex is sex and it should be enjoyable, whether or not there are sub/dom roles...but I do like being submissive.”

“Oh, right. Nice,” he snickered, “Okay, now what? Vanilla or Kinky?”

“Kinky, all that way.” Jisung wanted to laugh at how fast that answer came out. “Of course, there’s nothing wrong vanilla sex, in fact, it’s very much appreciated in this household.”

“Ahh. Someone of culture. I respect that.” The both of you chuckled. “So, what are some things you want to be done to you?”

“Like, receiving?” Jisung hummed in confirmation. “I guess I like being marked? And being praised and using pet names, but of course, who doesn’t?”

“I feel you, I feel you,” he nodded on the other side of the phone. “I like that too.”

“I also like being tied up.”

Jisung sat up, wide eyed. “Rope-bunny?!”

You guffawed, hearing him so shocked like that. “What? Surprising? Remember, no kink shaming!”

“No no! It’s not like that it’s just-” he sighed through puffed cheeks, “wow, that’s fucking hot.”

“Thanks,” you giggled. “But that’s only the beginning.”

“Shit, there’s more? Holy fuck— please tell me.”

“Overstimulation & edging, I think that’s fucking hot too.” You could hear Jisung’s breath hitch on the phone, making you smirk. “I also really like choking and being able to see myself getting fucked; I think there’s a name for it, but I forgot.”

Not hearing his reply, you snorted before continuing. “And I have the biggest breeding kink ever. You know what I say: the messier the sex, the better.” You stopped when you heard Jisung take a deep breath.

“Whoa, Y/n. I-” he signed. “Let me calm down before I pop another boner ‘cause of you.”

You felt a surge of pride run through you. “What? Too much?”

“Oh, fuck no. Just insanely hot.”

You laughed, adjusting yourself to lay on your stomach. “Too bad. There was still a lot more I wanted to say,” you grinned. “You should tell me what you like then, baby. I need to know how I could please you too.”

“Hmm,” he thought to himself for a while. “So you already know that I like filthy, kinky sex too and that I usually take up the dom role but if I have to be honest. I’ve always wanted to try subbing.”

“Really?” you smiled evilly. ‘How interesting’

“Yup. I mean, I like being babied, so I think I’d really like it.”

“Oh? Would you like to try it sometime, baby boy?”

The line went dead silent for a while, filling you with worry. All of a sudden, when you were about to ask Jisung if he was okay, he whimpered. “Please?” he muttered, and you swore you could already see him pouting. Now it was your turn to take a deep breath.

“Hold on, baby boy. We both just finished touching ourselves not too long ago. Let’s do this another time.”

“Aww...Boo. You’re no fun,” Jisung’s usual cheeky self returned.

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, but I already came 3 times tonight. Let my vagina rest, Sung.”

“Fair,” he laughed. “Does that mean I get to sub next time?”

“Hm… If you’re nice to me, then yes.”

“Oh baby, you know i’ll be the best behavior if it means getting topped by you.”

Instead of feeling horny, you only felt playfulness behind his words. “Good. I’ll be sure to give my baby a treat tomorrow then.” Jisung cheered giddily, fueling your own amusement. “By the way, what’s with the kink talk? I mean, I knew it was gonna come eventually but still.”

You couldn’t see it, but Jisung shrugged at your question. “Well, if we’re gonna be together, then I need to know everything about you that you enjoy.” Your face dropped, your chest swelling in adoration and alarm. Not hearing a response from you made him panic. “Uh- unless you don’t wanna be a thing! That-that’s fine too...i guess, w-whatever! I just—!”

Jisung stopped when he heard you giggle. “You’re so cute, Sung.” You softly said in content. “It’s getting late, baby. I’ll see you in the morning, hm?”

“Y-yeah! See you in Jung’s class, baby!”

You ended the call then slid your phone under your pillow. Pulling your blanket all the way up to your chin, you squirmed around until you were comfortable enough to sleep. The only thing in your mind was Jisung and how much your relationship with him developed way too fast. It was a little...frightening for your fragile heart.

2nd Period; Mrs. Jung’s Renaissance Literature class. Probably the most boring class ever. Everyday, you regret ever signing up for it.

You begrudgingly walked to class, purposely taking small, slow steps so you don’t have to be there on time. However, as boring as the class is, the only reason why you find it tolerable is because it is the only class you share with Jisung. Looking up, you found yourself in front of your Literature class, much to your dismay. Grumbling, you stepped inside the room to find Jisung already at his (now) usual place at the back of the class, right beside you. ‘Weird,’ you thought, seeing how it’s usually you who comes to class before him. Jisung looked up, feeling eyes on him from the front of the class, and smiled when he saw it was just you. He gestured for you to come over to him; your heart racing as you stepped closer to him.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted happily, watching you take your seat beside him.

“Hi, Sungie,” you replied, setting your camera bag onto the floor under your legs and taking your laptop out of your bag. Feeling Jisung staring at you, you tched jokingly. “Am I that attractive that you can’t keep your eyes off of me?” you laughed. What you didn’t expect, however, was Jisung’s blunt response.

“Yes.”

“O-oh? Uh…”

“I thought I made it clear that I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said truthfully, giving you a bright smile. Your eyes were wide, face heating up at his straight-forwardness. He threw you a flirty wink and chuckled, going back to sit up straight at his own seat. Flustered, you hid your face with your hoodie, tightening the drawstrings to further conceal your blush. From beside you, you could hear Jisung snort, trying not to laugh at you. Before you could scold him, the bell rang and Mrs. Jung entered the class.

Jisung’s drowsy eyes wandered the whole room for the umpteenth time. His ears only shut out the mundane information his instructor was teaching. Something about a Scottish poet named George Lauder being responsible for the advancement of the steel industry or whatever? ‘Man, what does that have to do with the renaissance era?’ It’s only been 30 minutes since the class started and he already wanted to get out of here. No matter how hard he tried focusing on the lesson, the words only went through one ear and out the other. Needless to say, it way too uninteresting for him to retain anything.

His eyes then traveled to your hunched form. He had to resist the urge to pull out his phone and take a picture of your cute face all scrunched up in concentration, your figure engulfed by the oversized purple hoodie you were wearing. In the midst of his ogling, Jisung felt a gentle kick on his right leg. His eyes focused to finally notice you side eyeing him. It was as if you were telling him ‘pay attention or else’. All he did was grin and continued gawking at you.

You rolled your eyes, deciding to not mind him and try paying attention to Mrs. Jung; even if you yourself thought the class was boring as hell. You then feel a warm hand on your left thigh. Since it was just Jisung, you shrugged his hand off of you and typed in the shared doc you both created just to talk in this class. You typed:

‘What are you doing?’

Leaning over to his own screen, Jisung read the message on his laptop then replied.

‘babe i’m sorry but i’m so fucking bored’

‘Me too, but you gotta pay attention, baby boy’

‘hmm i love it when you call me baby boy ;)’

You side-glanced him with a ‘are you serious?’ look while he merely smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as if it would seduce you.

‘Funny. Don’t you dare get horny in the middle of class, Han Jisung!’

‘:)’

Jisung made a quiet sputtering noise as he put his head down onto the table. From the corner of your eyes, you could see him fiddling his platform sneakers with his feet. You restrained yourself from laughing at him. He looked exactly like an annoyed kid on the verge of throwing a tantrum. You shook your head. ‘The poor man is really trying’

Sneakily sliding your phone into your pocket, you stood up from your seat, the chair making a slight screech, catching Jisung’s—as well several other students’— brief attention, to head to the front of the class. Signing your name into the ‘restroom log’, you briefly pointed to the door when you made eye contact with Mrs. Jung, and went to the restroom. You grinned to yourself, thinking about how Jisung would react to his little gift.

The painfully bored boy watched as you left the room. He pouted, his boredom only increased tenfold without you. He went back to his laptop, clicking on another tab to do something, when he felt his phone vibrate from his back pocket. He jolted. ‘Who the hell would text me while I’m in the middle of class?’ Jisung slowly took out his phone to check his notifications. Seeing your name on the screen, he stared in confusion.

‘Y/n? What’re you doing?’ Glancing to see if Mrs. Jung could see him, he unlocked his phone to read your message.

My baby 💘: Remember what I said last night?

Many thoughts, none of which were pg, raced through his mind. ‘What exactly are you talking about?’ He adjusted his keyboard to properly type with one hand.

Me: depends

are we talking about me subbing or your “gift”?

My baby 💘: Hmm sure. You’ll see 😉

Jisung nearly let out an audible ‘huh?’ because of your rather cryptic message. Not wanting to get caught, he hid his phone between his legs and waited for your next text. After almost a minute, this phone vibrated again. Big Mistake…

Strike 1!

‘God, Han Jisung, you fucking idiot!’ The shock unintentionally sent waves of pleasure between his legs, almost coaxing out a whimper from his mouth. He cleared throat, trying to ignore the erection that was threatening to pop up, and inconspicuously took his phone.

Strike 2!

If Jisung died at that very moment, then he wouldn’t even be mad. No regrets or anger whatsoever for his eyes was blessed with the most salacious photo of yourself. There you were, sweater pulled up to show off the lacy red bra that adorned your breasts—your arms deliberately squeezing them together to make them even more tempting than they already are—and pants pulled down enough to show a cheeky glimpse of the matching set of panties hugging your hips. Jisung swore he could feel his blood rushing to his dick and nose; he even went as far as wiping it in case he really did get a nosebleed.

‘Y/n, you minx...’’

Me: baby…

what you’re doing is very dangerous for the both of us

My baby 💘: Oh? Are you sure you didn’t forget what we talked about, baby boy

Jisung anxiously looked back and forth from his phone to his teacher. He covered his mouth when you sent another shameless nude to him. Now it was a picture of your hands cupping your breasts, your bra unclasped, threatening to slide off your shoulders. How you managed to take the photo was beyond Jisung’s comprehension. Though, now that he’s as turned on as a horny 13 year old boy on a porn site for the very first time, it’s safe to say that there was nothing on his mind except you, and you only.

He set his keyboard back to its default mode and put his head down, fingers hastily tapping on his phone to reply.

Me: come on baby

please don’t do this to me

i’m hard. i really popped a boner in the middle of class…

this is fucking embarrassing

Jisung just knew that you were laughing at him, finding great joy in his predicament. He subtly adjusted himself to do something about his hard-on. ‘So fucking embarrassing’ He blushed, biting his lip. He silently prayed to whatever deity out there that his erection was unnoticeable through his sweatpants; he was so grateful that you two sat at the back of the class. His phone buzzed again, it was another message from you.

Strike 3!

He’s out…

My baby 💘: It’s mommy for you today, baby boy 😉😉

Above was a picture of you...Bra hanging from your mouth...Your pearly teeth biting down on one of the straps...Pants off...Panties moved to the side...Showing off your dripping core to the camera...Your fingers threatening to slide inside your core…

Somebody please help this poor man. He might get a heart attack because of you. And if he doesn’t die from that, then it might be because of the rage of sexual frustration he felt when you came back with a seemingly innocent smile on your face. Jisung was just lucky nobody noticed his hard cock throbbing the rest of the session. More importantly, thank god Mrs. Jung is an oblivious old woman.

‘Y/n L/n, you FUCKING MINX!’

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Perfect mistake

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count:  2.1 k

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Pov you

The noise caught your attention while you work in the office. “What the hell?” You walked to the front door while someone continued to enter the wrong code. You opened the door and Yugyeom fell at your feet, giggling. This is something new, you thought.

“Yugyeom” you tried to get his attention. But he seemed to completely ignore your presence. He spun on the floor, taking off his jacket. You covered your mouth so as not to laugh when he successfully coped with the jacket, and climbed towards the bedroom.

“It's hard... How hard ...” he grumbled, continuing to get rid of his clothes, crawling on his elbows into the bedroom.

You should definitely have been angry for being in this state, but he was too cute to be angry with him now. Kim Yugyeom in boxers is sleeping on my floor! Great, you grumbled as he fell asleep on the living room floor next to the couch... for a second your head ached as you imagined what would have happened if he had confused the door not with your apartment. You shook your head, driving away the thought.

"Yugyeom, wake up" you tried to bring him to his senses but it was all to no avail. "Damn, why are you so heavy" you tried to drag him from the living room to the bedroom. "I think I broke my back" you fell exhausted on the floor by the bed, after being able to drag the sleeping Yugyeom onto it. Your whole nightie was practically wet with sweat. You didn't sweat that much even after strength training in the gym. You stood on trembling legs and froze when Yugyeom stretched out on your bed, showing off his gorgeous body. Your eyes could not get away from his tight naked body, but even more you were attracted by the part that was hidden by boxers. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, and how did you manage to move into the apartment that was right below the Yugyeom apartment. You've never been particularly interested in guys, although there have been a lot of people suggesting you go out on a date. You didn't even believe in love. For you, "love at first sight" was something like a unicorn, a fiction that exists only in fairy tales. But then you saw Yugyeom in the hall of your agency, which simply captured your heart in a second. Your jaw practically fell to the floor when they told you that you will be his manager and how should you work with him when your stupid heart went crazy with every look ...

To say that you were shocked is to say nothing when you ran into him in the elevator on the day you moved. He hugged you so tightly, congratulating you, even now remembering that moment, your skin is covered with goose bumps. And now he lies only in underwear in your bed... Maybe you must just quit... And what are you doing?, you asked yourself mentally when your hand froze a less then inch from his skin. The temptation to touch him was too great, you bit your lip. You shuddered when Yugyeom, sharply opening his eyes, grabbed your hand. He pulled you towards him, which caused you to practically be on top of him, resting your free hand on the pillow next to his head.

He raised his hand and ran his fingers over your face, smiling at you "You are in my dreams again," he whispered softly, continuing to stroke your face. "Always so close to me and at the same time so far away ... we work together, we live together ... but why is dreams the only place where I can touch you?" his smile turned sad. Before you knew what was happening, he lifted his head and kissed you. Your eyes grew even wider, and your heart seemed to faint, slowly sliding to the floor. You should have pulled away, but your body did not obey you. He hugged you, pressing you against his body, deepening the kiss. You moaned softly as his tongue slid into your mouth. Is it possible only today, will you pretend that this is all a dream? Everything inside you trembled as his hands caressed your body. He turned on his side with you, being on top of you.

"Oh my god" you moaned softly as Yugyeom squeezed your breast, leaving kisses on your neck. Your head was spinning, there were too many emotions to cope with. "Yugyeom" you choked with pleasure when, pushing the edge of your nightie, he licked your nipple. You need to stop! Right now! You scolded yourself mentally, but there was nothing you could do. How could you stop yourself if now you wanted him more than take the next breath...

You moaned as he rubbed a hard dick against your clit as his tongue drove you crazy, caressing your nipples. He put his hand between your bodies, lifting the hem of your nightie up. One movement and your panties were on the floor ... You dug your nails into his skin when he pushed hard at you. "Fuck" you whimpered with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He kissed you, intertwining your tongues as he continued to fuck your pussy hard. Your body shook at how close you were to cum. A tear rolled down your cheek in discouraging pleasure. He moaned your name loudly, thrusting faster as his lips dug into your skin. His arms wrapped around your body. You cum hard by moaning his name on his lips when he kissed you again.

"Yeah baby ..." his movements were chaotic as he started to cum, filling you with his sperm "Mine! You are only mine,” he growled, making hard thrusts at you. "You should only belong to me!" he moaned with a few strong thrusts, prolonging your pleasure, before his body completely relaxed, falling on you.

 POV Yugyeom

He groaned and smiled as he lay in bed with his eyes still closed. Today you were also in his dreams. Everything was so real that it seemed he could still feel your scent. If this were a real… he groaned, turning on his side and hugging the blanket instead of you. What is it? He asked himself mentally as your scent grew stronger after taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes and it took him a few seconds to realize that he was not in his bedroom. He sat up abruptly on the bed, looking around, what the hell happened? Where is he? He stopped when he saw a painting that was in front of the bed. He knew this painting. Moreover, he personally bought it. And  gave it to you when you moved into his house. Wait a minure, stop! He looked around again. Is he in your bedroom? His eyes widened when he saw some of your photos with friends, on the table next to the window. How did this happen? He lifted the covers and his eyes widened as he realized he was only wearing boxers. Indeed!.. no, it cannot be ... but it was all so real...  no, no... most likely the dream was so real because of your scent. How did he end up in your bed? How he ended up in your apartment at all. Oh, why did he drink so much yesterday. Was he so drunk that he came to you at night ... he didn’t do anything stupid, did he? Damn, why, right now, he couldn't remember anything.

He slowly got out of bed. He saw his clothes folded neatly on the chair. Dressing quickly, he left the bedroom. "_______" he called you, but he was greeted only by silence. His stomach gurgled when he went to the kitchen, he smelled food. He went to the table and saw a note from you, next to the food.

“Kim Yugyeom !!! Do not even think that you can avoid punishment for being so drunk that you confuse someone else's door with yours!!!"

He laughed after reading your note. So that's what happened, he just messed up the floor. He sat down at the table, smiling broadly. I wish I would confuse my door with yours every day, he said, looking at the food you prepared for him.

In the evening he entered your office, immediately falling to his knees and raising his hands up. "I agree to any punishment," he muttered.

You laughed at his behavior. "Should I spank you?" He looked up at you and immediately regretted it. Flashbacks of his dream floated in his head. He immediately averted his eyes, looking at the floor. He tried to drive away these fantasies from himself, but they were too real. Your body in his hands, your taste, your scent, your moans ... it was all too real for a simple dream. He looked at you again "What happened yesterday?" he asked getting up from the floor.

"You mean how you literally burst into my apartment drunk or about how you crawling on the floor into the bedroom, scattering your things?" you smiled broadly at him

He fell into the chair next to your desk. “Sorry, I'm such an idiot,” he shook his head.

"You know, yesterday I barely supported myself so as not to get your drunk ass!"

"Oh really?" he laughed

“You generally understand what could have happened if you had broken not into my apartment,” he shuddered when you banged the table. "I need a drink, this job too stressful!"

"Do you want to keep you company?" he asked, but you gave him a murderous look. “I didn't say I will going to drink, I'll just keep you company.” He shrugged as you threw a crumpled piece of paper at him.

"Yugyeom" you practically moaned his name, leaning back in your chair. "You beg to be spanked for your behavior!"

The way you pronounced his name made it aroused to remember his dream again. "Hey _________" he ran his hand over his face.

"What?" you looked at him

"I yesterday ... we yesterday ...  is it" he muttered to himself

"What are you muttering there, I don't understand a word"

"Between us yesterday ..."

“No,” you interrupted him without letting him finish. “Whateveryou thought for yourself, there was nothing,” you said, looking away. He didn't even think that he would be so disappointed that it was just another dream.

“I just ... It's a good thing I didn't do anything stupid,” he replied.

"Wow, it's so late" you quickly changed the subject. "Time to go home."

"I thought you wanted a drink" he smiled at you

"Another time," you said, reaching for your bag. Your shirt slipped slightly, exposing your collarbone. He clenched his jaw, trying to calm down and regain his ability to walk. He was already looking away when he saw a red mark on your skin. It was definitely hickey. He grabbed you by the hand, pulling you closer. He exactly remembered this moment in his dream. He remembered how he left this hickey, and all the rest, while he was deep in you. And if it was not just a dream, then there must be another hickey just below . "What are you doing?" You asked in a trembling voice when he raised his hand and took your collar with his fingers He pulled your shirt collar down and saw another mark on your skin.

"So there was nothing?" he asked, pushing you against the wall.

"It just a bruise from the blow" you did not look at him, averting your eyes

“Blow” he laughed softly. “Whatever I thought for myself, there was nothing.” He repeated your words.

"Yugyeom, nothing happened." You wanted to shove him away, but he pressed your hands against the wall, holding them above your head. "What are you doing, Yugyeom?"

He was slowly unbuttoning your shirt. “This is also from the blow,” Yugyeom asked, running his fingers over the hickey on your chest that he left last night.

"What do you want to hear from me?"

“Unlike me, you weren't drunk. And what I remember...” he paused, allowing him to return that night. "You wanted it no less than me."

You escaped from his embrace, buttoning up your shirt. "Yugyeom ..." you turned towards him. He came up to you diging into your lips. He didn't want to hear excuses or anything like that.

"I'm so happy" he took your face with his hands, leaving light kisses on your lips. You rolled your eyes as he lifted you into his arms. "I have dreamed of kissing you for so long" he laughed. "Don't even think that I will let you run away from me now. You are mine!" He kissed you, hiding in his arms.

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More Kim Yugyeom x Reader:

I am your present (smut)

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LIST  (BTS & GOT7)

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[adezahnae]

My Roomie (Part 4)

A/N: HELLO! HERE IS PART 4!! I HOPE YOU LOVEEE ITTT💕💕☺️

Warnings: Light Smut, cursing, corruption, angst, spanking, etc...

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

I stirred awake as I shift my body on the bed. I opened my eyes to see Jongin laying right there next me, watching me. “Ah!” I screamed jumping back. He smiled and placed a hand on my cheek. “Good Morning, baby..” He mumbled. I smiled back. “Good Morning..” I replied.

I looked down to see myself without any clothes. I gasped and covered myself. “Uh! Sorry!” I said. He only laughed and pulled the blankets down. “Don’t worry.. I’ve already seen everything anyways.” He smirked. I gulped and blushed as I remembered the thoughts of last night. Last night...it was an actual dream come true...

“Hmmm Kai..” I moaned as I ride him. He bit his lip and grabbed onto my butt. “You like this? Fucking yourself onto my cock?” He asked. I nodded my head and threw it back. He chuckled and bounced me faster. “Then show me how much you love it..cum for me.” He said in a low tone. I whined as I threw my head back and scratched down his chest and neck. He groaned at feeling and smacked my butt again, laughing as I yelped. “You’re so precious..” He whispered.

I gulped as I remembered the thoughts. He was moving my hair out of the way and tucking it behind my ear. “Are you thinking about last night?” He asked. I nodded and he lightly chuckled. “Your pretty pretty moans and whines echo through my head alll the time now.” He said.

I giggled and looked away. He turned my face to look at him again and softly kissed me on my lips. As we got deeper into the kiss, I began to roam my hands to his hair and shoulders and neck. He smirked in the kiss. “Is my baby getting a little bit grabby and needy?” He teased. I blushed and looked down. The pet name ‘baby’ gave me butterflies. It made me feel like a baby who needs attention and her bottle.

“I thought we talked about eye contact baby?” He said pulling my chin up with his finger. “Sorry..” I mumbled. “Sorry what?” He smirked. “Sorry Daddy..” I said with a little giggle. He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Perfect..” He mumbled.

“I wanna take you out.” He said. “Really?�� I asked. “Mhm. We’re gonna go and explore outside of the campus.” He smiled. I smiled back. “Okay! Let me go and get dressed!” I said. I grabbed my underwear and bra and put them on. “Wait, before you go out there, put this on.” He said.

He gave me his hoodie and I looked at him funny. “Why?” I asked. “Because I have friends over.” He said. “Oh! Okay well hold on.” I said. I slipped on his big hoodie and smiled. I flopped the sweater paws I had with a giggle. He came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed down my neck with a chuckle. “You’re so cute..” He mumbled. He landed a quick smack to my butt, making me moan.

“Huh? Aren’t you a little bit naughty hm?” He teased. I blushed and covered my face. “You want me to walk out with you?” He asked. I nodded and he smiled. He opened the door for me and there sit three guys. I gulped and looked around. They all turned to us. “Who is this?” One of them asked. “Yeah..she’s hot..” another smirked. “Adorable actually.” The last one cooed. I felt uncomfortable and hid behind Jongin.

“Everyone this is Y/n. She is- Don’t crowd her. Sit down.” Jongin said. I peeked from behind him and seen them all with sulky faces. I pouted and hid behind Jongin again. He took my hand and pulled me out from behind him. “Now again. Everyone this is Y/n, my roommate.” Jongin said. “More like a fuckmate.” One said. The tall threw a pillow at the one who said it. “Shut up Sehun.” He hissed.

“Y/n, this is Sehun, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun.” Jongin introduced while pointing to them. “H-Hi..” I said in a low voice. “Aww how cute is she?” Chanyeol said. “She’s shy around other guys so leave her alone.” Jongin said. “Are you a virgin?” Baekhyun asked. I furrowed my eyebrows. I shook my head. “N-No..” I replied. “Hm..you must just had it taken away. Right?” He smirked. I had flashbacks of me and Jongin, making me giggle and blush. “Ah!! You did it didn’t you?” Baekhyun asked Jongin. “Yeah..You can say that.” Jongin said with a nervous chuckle.

“Oohhh!!! He’s never been this shy over a girl before! You must give better sex than L-“ “Baekhyun shut up. Go and get dressed okay?” Jongin said cutting Baekhyun off. I nodded and ran off to my room. I shut the door and slid down it. Why are there so many? Too many good looking faces! Too too too many for me to handle! I shook the thoughts of them and went to my closet.

Jongin’s POV

I sat on the couch and breathed out. “Was I about to fuck up?” Baekhyun asked. “Big time.” Chanyeol said nodding his head. “I think that would’ve been a time when Jongin knocked your ass out.” Sehun said. “I thought she knew about...Lia.” Baekhyun whispered the last part. “Why would I let her know about her? That doesn’t make any sense.” I said. “You’re the one who fucked her and got her pregnant.” Baekhyun shrugged his shoulders. “That isn’t my baby. It’s Chanyeol’s.” I said. “My baby?! Hell no..she’s lying.” Chanyeol said. “Damn she’s a hoe..” Sehun said shaking his head.

“Why did you start messing around with Lia anyways? You knew the girl was bad news.” Chanyeol asked. “I had to get Y/n somehow.” I said. “A simple talk would’ve been nice.” Chanyeol said. I laughed. “No..I have to get to her emotionally and mentally. Not verbally.” I said. “Why?” Baekhyun asked. “I like her...” I said. Everyone gasped. “YOU LIKE Y-“ Baekhyun was cut off by Chanyeol hitting him in the face with a pillow. “Jesus Christ Baek, shut up!” I rolled my eyes.

“AND I want her. Simple as that.” I finished. “Jongin this is a innocent girl, not some whore you can play with and leave.” Baekhyun said. “Who said I was leaving her?” I asked sitting up. Everyone was silent. “I’m just gonna let’s see...show her some new things..” I smirked. “As in corrupt her and possess over her.” Chanyeol said. “Exactly, just with love though..” I said. “Damn...” Sehun said. “What?” I asked.

“After one night and you’re pussy whipped. That’s sad.” He shook his head closing his eyes. “More like she’s dick whipped...” Baekhyun mumbled as she came back into the living room. Chanyeol smacked Baekhyun in his mouth. “Shut up.” He growled.

Y/N came back with shorts and dress shirt. I smiled. “I’ve never seen you wear shorts..” I said. “Yeah..I thought I try something new.” She smiled. “Oh! My purse!! Hold on!” She said rushing back to her room. “See? It’s already working.” I smirked. Everyone shook their head and sighed. “Okay I’m ready.” Y/n smiled. I took her hand and grabbed my jacket. “Let’s go.” I smiled.

Three Weeks Later...

Your POV

For the past three weeks, I’ve been having fun with Jongin. I slept with him for the third time. I began to come out my shell way more. I’ve been more social with his friends and other people. I started to wear skirts and shorts more. I even wore a tank top when I went out on a date with Jongin.

Classes also started a week ago. So I made my way to my locker. I began to unpack things from my bag to put them in my locker because it lunch and I felt someone standing beside me. I turned to see that it was Jamie. I smiled. “Hey Jamie!” I said. He smiled back. “Hi Y/N.” He said. I smiled. “Wow..you’re glowing..” He said. “Yeah..” I mumbled. He smirked. “Oohh someone has a boyfriend!!” He teased poking me. I laughed. “No!! Well..Maybe..” I mumbled shyly.

“Who is it?!” He asked. “Jongin..” I said. His smile dropped. “Jongin?!” He asked disgusted. “What’s wrong with Jongin?!” I asked looking at him now. “Yeah, what’s wrong with me?” I heard Jongin said as he came behind me and wrapped his hand around my waist. “I told you he’s bad news and yet you didn’t listen!” He exclaimed. “Jongin is not that bad.” I breathed. “He is! Look at him!” He exclaimed. Jongin rolled his eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and slammed my locker.

“Listen you little asshole, Jongin is perfectly fine. You know nothing of him and yet you’re judging him. You know what?! Stay away from me! You make me sick.” I snapped. Jamie looked at me in astonishment. “Y/N-“ “I SAID GO DUMBASS!” I yelled. He looked at me and then at Jongin with angry eyes. “You did this to her..” He growled. “Come on baby..we don’t need to talk to him..” Jongin said while giving Jamie a death glare and kissing my cheek.

He pulled me away from Jamie and led me to his car. “He makes me sick..” I mumbled crossing my arms as I sat back. Jongin hummed. “Are you hungry?” He asked. “Yeah..” I said putting on my seatbelt and huffing out. Gosh why do people have to me in my business? “Baby.” He called. I turned to him. “Give me a kiss.” He said. I smiled and did so. It’s like he knows that I need this. He always know what I need.

It was later on in the night and I was finishing up homework. After I did so, I went to my closet and smirked. I pulled out his hoodie he gave me and took all of my clothes off. I put on the hoodie so that was the only thing I had on. We both have been busy because we’re starting school so we didn’t have time to have sex. I walked out of my room and went to his. I knocked on the door and waited for him. He and another came to the door.

I gasped and looked in between them. “You can go.” He said to the girl. She nodded and walked out of the door. After she was gone a turned to him. “What was that for?” I asked hurt. “You disrespected me.” He said. “What?! I defended you!!” I exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow. “So you mean that you talking to him and laughing with him is defending me and also respectful?” He asked. Oh my god.. I DIDN’T THINK OF THAT!! “I told you baby..I’m not the one to be played with.” He said.

He turned around to walk away but I stopped him with one word. “Daddy.” I said. He turned around to look at me. “I’m sorry, please don’t punish me this way!” I cried. “Show me that you’re sorry.” He said. I got on my knees and crawled to him. “Please..” I whispered. He smirked. “Follow me my baby..” He said motioning me. I followed after him into his room and he shut the door.

He helped me up on my feet. “You know what to do. Face down and ass up. You made me upset.” He said. I nodded eagerly and did so. The hoodie rode up my butt, revealing my wet heat. He approached behind me and rubbed his hand over my butt. “Already so wet huh?” He asked. I nodded and pushed my butt back into his hand. He spanked me making me moan. “Be patient, Daddy doesn’t like impatient girls. Especially when he’s mad..” He whispered in my ear. I bit my lip. “Sorry Daddy..” I mumbled. He smirked and let out a dark chuckle. “Good girl..” He mumbled.

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

plane pillow

where peter planned to play video games with ned through the whole flight but fate decided to take another turn....

*A/N: this isnt related to far from home nor the ending of endgame, just pretend infinity and all the movies after didnt exist since i imagine pete 16 in here. i dont know why 16 i just like that age on him lmao, enjoy reading!*

pairing: peter x reader

status: strangerz (well sort of since they haven't talked to eachother but they're in the same school)

NOT PROOF READ BTW SO SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

peter's POV

"the flight will be amazing! i heard they'd installed the new game we were talking about" i gushed to ned, excited for the whole flight to be filled with video games.

"im excited" ned stated practically jumping from excitement and i shook my head laughing

"OK CLASS!" Mr Harrington clapped his hands getting our attention "we're boarding the plane in a few minutes so pack your stuff and lets goooo" he pointed at our gate dramatically.

we walked to the gate, scanned our ticket and sat on our assigned seats, ned and i sat on the three seater, he took the window seat by winning a 3 round match of rock, paper, scissors *sighs angrily* and i obvious got the middle, kinda scared of who'll sit beside me though.

we had to wait for a few minutes, since we boarded the flight early. ned and i obviously started playing video games, too entranced by the small glowing screen infront of me i haven't realized a girl.

she hadn't really acknowledged me either because she looked tired, i cursed at the screen for losing the game too quickly and my dumb ass still didnt realize a GIRL, MY AGE, looking PRETTY FUCKING ADORABLE was sitting next to me. oh dear god.

after a couple more games and me being the most idiotic teenager known today for not looking at my right to see her  the flight attendant alerted us that the plane will take off so we the screen will freeze any moment. ned and i decided to sleep, it was very early in the morning and we need to rest if we plan on gaming most of the flight.

i closed my eyes and shifted a bit in my seat, and slept. the plain was moving at the time trying to find the best place to take off. i guess i was really tired that i havent felt someone sleeping on my shoulder.

i was peacefully sleeping still agitated from the uncomfortable seat but i heard a loud noise that frightened the life out of me and due to my spidey senses i sensed a hand on my right, so what did i do? i fucking held the hand. hard, may i add, from the fright.

i opened my eyes quickly and jumped a bit, turning around to see who's the stranger that i held hands with, startled as well. i sighed in relief knowing our plane was safe and it was just about to take off. but then i took a good look on the perso- her, took a good look on her, on her? OH MY GOD ITS A GIRL calm down peter and please dont scare her off. i couldnt stop looking at her and to my luck she was looking at me as well, but none of us spoke

i couldnt help but notice the small part of her y/h/c hair that was shown from her hood looked so shiny and smooth, her eyes were the most perfect shade of y/e/c. the extremely large hoodie looked so comfortable on her which made me think of her wearing one of mine, how big and long it'll look on her body sent butterflies to my stomach. she looked small, and precious so fragile yet she held her body confidently.

the voice of the flight attendant echoed through the speakers which made us both stop our trance of one another. even though the lady's voice wasnt scary it still frightened us. i mean no hate towards miss attendant she called me a cutie and gave me extra blankets

but coz we got startled again we held hands....again looking for the sources of the noise. we visibly relaxed once we realized what it was, looked at eachother and laughed, her laugh was angelic and soft, hands down the best sound ive ever head. she looked rather embarrassed from the encounter but i bet you a thousand dollars i look worse, i could practically feel the blood rush through my cheeks once she realized how long ive stared at her

"i- uhm i-im so sorry for sleeping on your shoulder, and- and holding your hand and stuff" she apologized, it only made me even more baffled by her. how could a voice match with a face so perfectly.

"no no its fine uhh i dont mind *nervous laugh* and for the hand thing i was the one who grabbed yours so i-i should be the one apologizing...im sorry" i rubbed the back of my neck. this is why i dont talk to girls, ever. well mj is an exception since shes like the closest thing i have to a friend other than my best friend obviously.

"i-im y/n, by the way" she lifted her hand properly introducing herself

"peter, peter parker" i shook her hand, it was nice feeling the warmth of her hand again. we probably held hands (for the third time today by the way) longer the we should have but who am i to say i was bothered. i definitely wasnt.

"nice to meet you peter" she smiled shaking our hands one last time then sitting it on her lap. scratch what i said about her gorgeous laugh, hearing her say my name was the best thing ive heard in my 16 year of existence. (her laugh is obviously the second best)

before i could ask anything else, the plane decided to finally take off. i adjusted myself to the seat, not turning to my right side anymore and closed my eyes trying to think of smiling puppies. ive been on a plane before, in fact a private one last year but that was it. this is my second time flying away from new york and i was a bit nervous.

y/n somehow noticed my sudden tense form, who am i kidding i looked like i was about to die coz of my nerves. and held my hand. and i immediately opened my eyes again, the feeling of her skin coming in contact with mine brought chills down my spine, good ones obviously

"you looked rather tense, is this ok?" she leaned into my ear so i could hear her. i looked at her confused on why she would want to help me but nodded as a reply. a smile crept on my face and i couldnt seem to take it off.  the take off went smoothly thank god. and ive occasionally squeezed her hand, usually when the plane made very loud sounds. but i made it! woohoo

i didnt know if i should stop holding her hand or not, even though i didnt want to. will she think im a creep? and if i did, will she think im rude? but i guess it didnt seem to bother her if she went back to sleeping. so i figured i should do the same

i shifted in my seat a couple of times trying to get the perfect comfy spot....nothing. this seat will be the death of m-

"you can sleep on my shoulder if you want" she whispered. "i figured since you let me sleep on yours which im very sorry about, you could sleep on mine" she smiled

"thanks, but i dont wanna bother you or make you uncomfortable"

"oh nonsense! my body is screaming right now cheering for me, well partially scolding at me for saying something risky like that to a good looking guy, its ok" she laughed, her eyes widened in shock from what she confessed. i smiled at her and rested my head on her shoulder

"you think im good looking?" i whispered playing with our fingers, i dont know when i got the sudden confidence but hearing someone like her think a loser like me is cute did something to me.

"shut up" she playfully shoved me and i laughed.

"are you from midtown?" i asked her

"no im from queens" she joked

"oh you're definitely from midtown" i chuckled, next thing i know i was having a normal conversation with me laying my head on a girl i just met like we knew eachother for years, it was nice to talk to a girl i potentially thought was cute instead of talking gibberish

she was very understanding and looked like interested into what i was saying, i was gonna skip my geeky side when she asked about what i like but to my surprise, she mentioned it when i asked her the same, she said she loves comics and likes watching sci fi movies. i asked her if she watched star wars and she said she didnt...yet.

"wanna uhm watch it together?" i played with her fingers absentmindedly nervous if she'd reject me.

"yeah sure" her eyes lit up like she was waiting for me to ask her that. we watched the movie in bliss, thankfully she liked it! and immediately said to put the second one. and surprise surprise, we finished it.

when the credits rolled in, i saw her yawning, shifting in her seat again, i decided to be bold so i lifted her head off my shoulder pulled the arm rest away from us, took a pillow and patted my lap. immediately after doing it i regretted it, she barely knows me, what the fuck peter.

"you sure?" she asked smiling a bit, she looked like she felt something giddy inside which made me feel at peace again and i nodded.

"good night" she whispered snuggling her head on my lap, i hesitantly put my arm over

"good night, y/n" and we fell asleep like how ned slept the whooole time i was talking to her, wow we have a lot to catch up on

bonus:

peters pov

i didnt know the whole plane (our class) practically gushed over my interaction with y/n, i know its been a while since i liked a girl but betty and the rest (including Mr Harrington) practically begged mj to take photos of us since she was the closest, not that she wouldnt have done it without them asking her....

*A/N: idk what this bonus was lmao but i had to add the school feeling happy for our boy pete*

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[violetarks]

Let Her In

Anime: My Hero Academia

Character: Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: After nine months of nothing, one of the two finally muster up the courage to speak to the other. But it's not what they were hoping to be said first.

Song: Let Me Love The Lonely — James Arthur

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Bakugou walked behind Kaminari and Kirishima, staring at the familiar halls he hadn't walked in for months.

Having to go to Mina's party was totally Kaminari's idea, saying it would be great getting the whole squad back together. Kirishima said that Bakugou didn't have to go and that he'd send his wishes along. But Bakugou agreed. He knee Y/N would be there.

Once they came towards Mina and Jirou's door, Bakuhou stared over his shoulder at the door numbered 29F. It was great having its key in his pile. That access to Y/N almost everyday. But having to give it back hurt more than anything.

He was hoping she'd come out of her door, maybe say 'hi' and ask how they were. Just anything to finally see her again.

"You guys made it!" Mina shouted excitedly, wrapping her arms around Kaminari and Kirishima's necks to pull them in for a hug, "I was worried you'd bail out last minute!"

Kaminari hugged her back with a scoff, "Wow, I can't believe you think of me as a flaker." He pulled away and placed his hand to his chest. "I'm wounded, dearest Mina, truly wounded."

Mina giggled with the two before glancing at Bakugou, who was turning his head from Y/N's apartment door. She stopped before walking towards him. She looked a bit conflicted before holding out a fist.

"It's nice to see you, Bakugou." She said quieter, other hand behind her back, "It's been too long."

The last time she saw him was during that night all those months ago. The shouting had stopped and Jirou and Mina got worried. They'd never attack each other physically. They knew that.

But they opened their door, standing in the doorway for several moments. They heard hushed words and such, meaning that Bakugou and Y/N were now talking normally. Bakugou closed the door behind him and met face to face with Mina and Jirou.

The girls looked a little worried. Bakugou gulped before letting go of the door handle. He asked the two girls to look after Y/N. That's when they knew something was going on. The next day, they went over and Y/N confirmed it, crying in her living room.

"Right." Bakugou said, pressing his fist against hers.

She smiled before walking into the apartment, dragging the boys in with her. "Well, feel free to hang out! All of our UA class is in here." She stated, gesturing to their past classmates, "Please don't start any fights, Bakugou. Midoriya just wants to catch up with everyone."

Bakugou rolled his eyes as Mina went with Kaminari to greet Jirou again. He was left with Kirishima, who was passing him a can of some drink. He popped it open and leaned against the wall with Kirishima. He was scanning the room.

"You gonna' talk to her?" Kirishima asked, staring down at the silver top.

"Why should I?" Bakugou replied, sipping his drink again. He looked away from him. "It's been so fucking long, what would I say?"

Kirishima shook his head and tilted it to the left. "You guys don't have to start from scratch." He reminded Bakugou, twirling the soda he had, "You have known Y/N for ages, she's still the same person."

"You don't know that." Bakugou scowled, rolling his eyes at Kirishima.

"Then you should find out." Kirishima huffed back, standing up straighter and placing his drink down on a nearby table. "She's over there. With Sero, Tsu and Todoroki."

Bakugou nearly choked on his drink when he looked in the direction he pointed at. There Y/N was, in a beautiful dress he hadn't seen before, laughing at something Sero said. But it was different.

She wasn't laughing like she normally would. By the face she was making, Bakugou could tell that she had heard that joke Sero was saying all before. She was being polite, trying to fit in.

Bakugou would be doing that as well, if Kaminari and Kirishima's jokes weren't utter shit.

The look Y/N made when she stared down at her drink. That's the face she makes when she feels alone. Or that she was misplaced.

Fuck, did he feel like that too.

Bakugou clenched his can before Kirishima warned him not to blow anything up. He placed the drink down on the table before stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"You should go talk to her." Kirishima offered, shrugging his shoeuldsrs like it was literally nothing, "I'm sure she'll hear you out."

Bakugou took a step forward towards Y/N. But his leg jerked back. He didn't want to, or he just couldn't do it. No matter how much he wanted to hold her close to him, his mind made him stop.

Where was her ring?

"I need to piss." He said, walking off and ignoring Kirishima's calls to stop.

He locked himself in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror and glaring at himself in the reflection. His eyes flicked everywhere and he couldn't think straight.

Maybe he was wrong, Y/N was wearing her ring. She said she'd wait and she would. Y/N said no matter what, that she would be here for Bakugou and always love him.

She got tired of waiting, didn't she?

"Excuse me?" A voice called out from the other side of the door, "Is anyone in there?"

Bakugou quickly inhaled, wiping his face and trying to get himself into the right mindset. He couldn't talk to Y/N if he was a mess like this.

He opened the door to be met with Shoji, who looked back at him curiously. "Are you okay, Bakugou?" He asks through one of his tentacles.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, moving around the taller man. "Of fucking course, leave me alone." He said sourly, making Shoji sigh and walk into the bathroom.

As Bakugou walked down the hall into the area everyone was in, he immediately noticed the H/C-haired girl walking towards the door, waving at two of their past classmates.

She was leaving the apartment. Why? Why was she leaving?

All Bakugou knew was that he was now following her to the door that she just shut.

As his fingers grazed the handle, his wrist was tugged back by someone else. Bakugou blinked before looking at the person.

"Don't hurt her." Jirou said lowly, glaring at Bakugou. She tightened his grip on his wrist. "She worked hard to get better. If you so much as make her scared, I will not hesitate to kick you out of this complex myself."

Unlike Mina, Jirou wasn't as forgiving. Jirou was the first to realise that Y/N was definitely not okay, and she had stuck around with Mina long enough to find out how much he meant to her.

Jirou discouraged wearing the ring.

She told Y/N that she needed to get her mind off of him, give it some time to overthink it all. Y/N had said she wanted to keep it on to remember his promise to come back. She was always optimistic about him.

Jirou would sit next to her as she watched Bakugou's newest villain bust on the news. She noticed how Y/N furrowed her brows and leaned into her pillow as Bakugou talked with the interviewer. She'll admit, Bakugou seemed more intense and snappy. Maybe that's why Y/N got worried.

He was changing. And so was his attitude.

Bakugou squinted at Jirou. "I need to talk to her." He stated, voice still gruff.

"I know. I know, Bakugou." She replied, holding her breath for a second. She let go of his wrist. "But you need to understand that she's suffered so much. All these months and she still checks the news to see what you're up to. I don't know if this is what she needs right now."

Bakugou bit his lip. He then stood up straight, opening the door. "I'll make it better. Just keep those assholes distracted." He told her, shutting the door behind him.

He was face to face with Y/N's apartment. Apartment door, that is. He hasn't been this nervous since the first time he waited for her outside her dorm, ready for their first date.

She opened the door and joked that he seemed as stiff as old metal. He rolled his eyes and said she was still annoying.

He placed a fist against the door and knocked, quietly. A part of him hoped that she wouldn't answer, or say she was busy already. But when he heard her voice, his nervousness grew.

"Come in!" Y/N shouted from the other side of the door, "It's unlocked!"

Bakugou took it upon himself to push the door open. The light shone across his face. It all looked the same. The couch and the blankets that rested on top of it, the TV turned off with the remote on the table. The kitchen was organised like how he showed her how, and the dining table still had flowers in the small vase in the middle. Y/N said it added something cute to dinner, as if Bakugou himself wasn't enough.

Y/N was pulling the cake box out from the hidden spot in the pantry, somewhere that Mina wouldn't find it. Jirou said she knew all the places in their shared apartment, so Y/N needed to find one in here. This was the place where she hid small gifts she had for Bakugou.

"Sorry, Kyoka, give me a second." Y/N said, setting the box on the table and opening the top, "I need to make sure the cake hasn't tipped or anything."

While she was distracted, Bakugou closed the door behind him and slowly took steps forward. He was being careful.

"Okay, we're good." Y/N sighed out happily, closing the box again. She leaned to the side, tilting her head. Bakugou stood a few feet behind her now. "I think Mina will like this. She said she's been craving a whole lot of strawberries and whipped cream."

The door swung open, revealing Sero with a small smile. "Hey, Y/N, Jirou wants me to grab the cake. She said you were busy." He stated, waving at Bakugou.

"Oh, sure, but she's right—" She turned around with a smile on her face. It fell when her eyes landed on Bakugou. She inhaled slowly.

"Katsuki." She mumbled, clenching her fingers around the skirt she was wearing. She took hold of the box and gave it to Sero. "Uh... Please, take this and tell Mina that I'll be a moment. Start without us."

Sero nodded his head, feeling the cold atmosphere around them before leaving.

"Is there something..." Y/N began.

She stopped talking. She shut her mouth. Y/N wanted Bakugou to figure out what to say. He needed to in order for this to keep going.

Bakugou stared at her. She was the same. Well, she looked the same. And that made him even more nervous. Because maybe she would think he was the same, that he hadn't changed. That he still couldn't say it.

Y/N expected him to come closer, take her hands and admit his love for her. Just like she did before asking him out on their first date. She just wanted him to say it. Please.

Bakugou did take a few more steps closer. They were now an arm's width apart. Y/N held her breath again.

Bakugou kneeled down. Y/N widened her eyes.

When Bakugou's forehead grazed the ground, he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry for everything." He said softly, staying still in the apologetic position, "Especially that night. I should've said 'sorry' right then and there. I'm sorry for leaving you."

Y/N stared at him for a while. She then smiled a bit, blinking with her stinging eyes before breathing in. She looked away and then knelt down, pressing a hand against his shoulder. Bakugou tensed up.

"It's okay, Katsuki." She sighed out, brushing her thumb over his jacket, "I've already forgiven you. A long time ago."

I've had nine months to think about it.

Bakugou sat up on his knees, staring at her. She was squatting in front of him. He hadn't been this close to her in ages. And he was apologising, she was forgiving him.

But she seemed disappointed.

She stood up and smoothed out her skirt, walking towards the door.

"Wait!" Bakugou shouted out, standing up straight, "Where are you going? That's it?"

She furrowed her brows as she looked back to him. Y/N hummed, "What do you mean, Katsuki?"

"I mean that you just..." Bakugou huffed back, running a hand through his blonde spiky hair, "That's all we're doing? Nothing else? The first time we've talked in months and—"

"And the first thing you said was 'sorry' for something I had forgotten about until you brought it up." She interrupted, shrugging her shoulders. She gave a grin, but it seemed sympathetic or... something. "Katsuki, you know what you have to say. But that's what you opened up with."

Okay, maybe Bakugou didn't think this through correctly.

"I get that you're still upset about the things that have happened and I appreciate your apology and accept it." She says. She's fully turned to him, hands behind her back. "But that's not what's going to get it back to how we were."

Bakugou clenched his fists. He called out, "I'm trying to fix this!"

"You're doing it wrong." Y/N told him, shaking her head with knitted brows.

"I don't fucking know how to fix it!" He claimed, waving his hands around like a maniac. He was going insane.

But Y/N marched towards him. She grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down. They were at eye-level now.

"Yes you do, Katsuki. You know exactly how to fix this. It all depends on you."

Bakugou let out a small breath. It was quick, but long enough for Y/N to look away and let go of him. She fixed herself up again and stared at the floor.

"Any progress?" She asked quietly, fumbling with her fingers. Bakugou hated the fact that she wasn't wearing the ring that promised their relationship. He noticed it when he walked in. That it was gone from her hand.

"Have you given up already?" He questioned instead. His voice was icy and sharp.

"Have you?" She replied, tilting her head as she gazed up to him.

"No." He states confidently, clenching his fists at his hips, "But... you have, haven't you? You got sick of waiting?"

Y/N squinted at him for a while before leaning against the arm of the couch. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I hate it." She spat out.

Bakugou shifted in his spot.

"I hate that it's nearly been a year and this is the first time we're talking. The first time and the first thing you say is... 'sorry' for something I freaking forgot about..." She told him, glaring at her shoes, "We should've tried to contact each other earlier. This would've been so much easier for us. God."

Bakugou stepped forward. "What the Hell does that mean?" He grumbles, jaw fixed.

"You want to know if I've given up?"

"Yes."

She darted her eyes away from him before tugging the collar of her dress. She pulled the necklace from underneath. There was a small chain. And wrapped at the tip on the bottom, the ring.

"I haven't." She said. She lifted her shoulders.

"Katsuki, it's been so long and I... I still want you to come back. You said you'd marry me. You can't back out of that. But you're..."

She rubbed the back of her neck. She felt tingly just standing near him.

"You're scared, Katsuki."

Bakugou could only stare at her.

"It's been so fucking lonely here without you, Katsuki." Y/N chuckled, dropping the necklace onto her chest. She covered her eyes with her hand, smiling at the ceiling. "Seeing you in my apartment is bringing back memories I don't know should be back."

Bakugou was like that one thing you couldn't quite place. It's because he fit everywhere. He was always in her memories. He was that one reoccurring thing. No matter what, she'd always remember him.

"I love you, Katsuki. I have for years now." She said, tears running down her cheeks. They dropped onto her lap. "If you actually love me back, just say it so we can get back together."

She was upset. She was breaking down right in front of him. "I fucking hate this." She calimed, wiping her eyes slowly, "I hate that we can't kiss each other or hold hands — I hate to put this ring on a chain because I kept staring at it on my finger."

She huffed, rubbing her tears away and looking at... really, nothing. Bakugou was there. His eyes were terrified and he didn't know what to do. He hated seeing her cry and wanted to make her stop. But his boy wouldn't move at all. He was frozen under her unreal gaze.

"I hate waiting for you." She cried out, only more water rushing down her cheeks, "I just... I just want this to be over. I want you back. I want to hear you say it. Katsuki, I don't know how much longer I can wait for you. I've tried so hard, I really have — it's hurting me too much..."

Bakugou took once step forward. Just one small step.

"But... shit, Katsuki." She mumbled out quietly, now playing with her fingers, "In simple terms, I just don't want to have to wait. So just leave."

"What?" Bakugou whispered out.

"Tell me that you can't love me." Y/N ordered him, standing up now and grasping at her skirt, "Tell me that you have other things to focus on and I'll just hold you back."

Bakugou lifted his shoulders and shouted, "Why the fuck would I say that?"

It rang in the cold air of Y/N's apartment. She panted, trying to calm her nerves and her breathing. His voice.

She sighed, tears falling off her chin and onto her wooden floors, "It's either I keep waiting and breaking, or you go away. Because if you can't tell me you love me, in this moment, then I don't think anymore years will be enough for us."

Bakugou shook his head.

Y/N softly smiled.

"Just tell me that you don't love me."

Bakugou rushed forward and dragged her into a crushing embrace. His arms trapped Y/N inside, in next to his chest. Y/N widened her eyes, gulping twice before feeling him begin to rub her back.

"I... love you." He said.

She started crying with her breath breaking into pieces.

"I love you." He said.

Bakugou fell to the ground with her on his lap.

"I love you." He said.

Y/N gripped the jacket he was wearing, crying into his chest.

Bakugou dug his nose into her shoulder.

He had her again, in his embrace and as close as ever. She still felt the same. Still warm and soft in his arms. Still smelling of that body wash she let him use sometimes. Still wrapping her arms around his waist because it was her favourite spot to hold him. Still here. With him.

"I should've said it from the start." He sighed out, feeling her tears dampening his t-shirt. It was stupid that it took him this long. That he thought proposing was his way of saying 'I love you', instead of using his voice. "I should've just told you that I didn't think I suited this whole love thing. That I felt like a fucking idiot for being so... so in love with you. That I didn't deserve this. Deserve you."

Y/N held him closer. He still used that cologne he wore on their dates.

"I'm sorry for the long wait, Y/N." He said, still rubbing her back. She still sunk into him every time he did that. "I've always known that I love you. Just couldn't say it because... who am I to steal you away? Nobody has ever waited for me to open up, not like you. And I'm so fucking lucky for that."

Y/N sat on his lap, trying to calm down her breaths and stop her crying. Her face against his chest and her forehead leaning to the side of his. The closest they've been in months. She had him. And she still loves him.

"I love you too, Katsuki."

It sounded different this time. Bakugou felt these words differently.

Kirishima later found them just holding each other in the middle of Y/N's apartment. Bakugou glared at him and shooed him off, Y/N only smiling at Kirishima. The party was over and the seven of the infamous Bakusquad were to catch up. Y/N and Bakugou walked back to Mina and Jirou's apartment, hand in hand, one of them wearing a familiar band on one of their left fingers.

Although they were together again, they had things to work out.

Skip to years later. Y/N and Bakugou had reconnected. Mina, instead of being 21 like that night, was now 23-years-old. Two years later.

Y/N shifted in her sleep. She was dreaming about something ridiculous that she'd definitely want to tell Bakugou when she woke up. The man behind her held her closer, pressing light kisses against the back of her neck. She hummed back, slowly waking up.

She blinked. It was still a little dark. The sun was rising for the morning. Y/N turned around, feeling the arms around her shift as she did. She smiled at the person next to her, pressing kisses to his neck in return.

"Good morning." She mumbled, allowing herself to be snuggled against the body, "How long have you been up for?"

"Only about ten minutes." He responds, rubbing her shoulders, "You still kick in your sleep sometimes."

"Sorry." She giggled, pressing apology kisses to his collarbone, "I'll help with breakfast to make up for it."

Bakugou smiled. She hadn't changed at all. Of course. He was glad.

"Fine, as long as you don't burn yourself." He said, pulling her closer.

"Katsuki, you're gonna' suffocate me." She mumbled into his chest, still holding onto him.

Bakugou kissed her lips slowly. And again. And again.

"I have to make up for the time we lost." He told her, pulling away for a moment as she brushed her thumb over his jawline, "I'll love the lonely out of you."

Y/N still couldn't get over it. Hearing him say 'love' like this. It was enchanting.

She kissed him once more. "That sounds like a good idea."

On her back, Bakugou spun the band around his finger a few times. A habit he picked up from Y/N.

The woman he loved.

TAGS (CLOSED): @jazzylove @urmomsshousee @multi-fandom-fanfic @shydeepblue @silentw-lkr @bakugousflowerprincess @aurorahoneybuns @kuxredere @susceptible-but-siriusexual

[writingsbychlo]

let me down slow (06)

word count; 7756

summary; you got for game night at the stilinski household, and the sheriff has a knack for knowing exactly what’s going on in his kids lives.

notes; some of y’all have been waiting for the Sheriff to make his appearance, so go ahead and enjoy this.

warnings; none, actually, this part is just pretty cute and soft, there’s some innuendoes, but that is about it.

“Hey, kiddo.”

A large hand came out to mess the hair atop your head up entirely, and you scowled falsely as the man grinned, before opening the door a little to let you in. You carried in the tupperware boxes in your hands, balancing them carefully, but as soon as the door was closed he was taking the top two from you. 

“Your parents really went all out this time.”

“Actually, I cooked myself!” He stacked the two tubs he’d taken from the top and placed them on the kitchen counter, placing your own two next to them. “I made roasted chicken, and a whole bunch of roasted vegetables too. But don’t worry, there’s also potatoes and pigs in blankets and even some other good stuff. I snuck it in, Stiles would kill me if I gave you junk food, but it’s game night, we gotta’ have some good stuff.”

He looked at you like you’d put the stars in the sky, holding a hand over his heart. “You are the child I should’ve had. You and Scott, and yet I got stuck with these two.” He rolled his eyes, motioning back to the couch where you could see one head of dark hair, who simply held up his finger to flip his father off, adjusting the cap on his head to sit backwards instead. “You can join that one on the couch, and Stiles should be home any time now. Did you bring your jersey?” 

“‘Course I did.” You beamed, pulling the familiar white jersey out of your bag, and waving it to him as he went to find plates. 

“Well, you go get changed, and get yourself settled. I bought a really good looking chocolate cake for dessert.” You nodded, watching as he went to shift through the cupboards to find plates, the Sheriff finally on a night off from work, and it had always been a tradition for you to come over and watch the Mets games with the family, ever since they had introduced you to the sport when you and Stiles were still at the stage of losing teeth and playing in the dirt.

Slipping away upstairs, you swapped yourself out of your jumper, moving instead into your familiar jersey and buttoning it up, leaving your bag and jumper folded on Mitch’s bed, kicking your shoes off to follow and pulling the door shut behind yourself, before heading back towards the smell of food. Noah had opened up the tubs and was dishing up the dinner onto four separate plates, and you settled down onto the couch beside the man who was staring idly at the television, watching whatever the program on before the match was. 

When he felt the cushion dip beside him, his head rolled a little to face you, a bright smile taking over his features, and he licked over his lips, switching his beer to his other hand and raising the one closest to you in order to toy with the base of your shirt. You glanced back to the Sheriff, his back turned to you both as he worked on the meals, and you leaned in, pressing a quick and simple kiss to his lips, before pulling back, and taking the bottle of beer in his hand with you.

“Hi, kitten.”

His words were whispered out, and you grinned, raising his bottle up to your lips and taking a long swig of the bitter liquid as you did. “Hey, baby.” You winked at him, and he settled himself more happily on the couch, both of his hands coming up to unbutton the lowest buttons of your shirt, one of his hands pushing underneath to sit flat on your waist, his thumb smoothing over your skin. “Don’t drink it all, he only lets me have the one.”

“And you should be grateful you’re even allowed that! You aren’t twenty-one, yet!”

You laughed at the voice that came from the kitchen, before he gave you a pointed look about the bottle in your hand and you dropped it from your mouth with fervour, feigning innocence under the man’s stare, before he turned back to the food. Mitch was watching the TV again, but took the bottle from your hands as you moved to adjust yourself, and he reached out to lift your legs over his lap, a hand sitting on your thigh, and your entire body stiffened. 

“Relax, kitten. I want to get as much time as I can with you before dad comes over and Stiles comes home.” He was whispering to you once again, and you sighed, before reaching out and plucking the cap from his head, but not without taking the chance to run your fingers through his hair lightly, messing up the style of the section that had flattened under the cap, before placing it on your own head. “You’re so fucking cute. That’s too big for you, let me adjust it.”

He sat up more, and you folded your legs back under yourself as he leaned around you, you head tipping down so that he could play with the band on the back and setting it on a tighter peg, before adjusting it in front of your face, and brushing some hair out of your eyes.

“Perfect.”

“Wow, look at that, you never let anyone wear your cap on game night, son.” You jumped at the presence of the Sheriff behind you both, a smirk on his face as he held out a can of soda for you, and your face flared up with heat as you took it from his hand, and he tapped the edge of the cap once you did. “You must be something special, kiddo.”

“I’m sure he's going to snatch it back and push me off the couch any second now.”

“Not what that look in his eyes he’s not. It’s been a while since he looked at a girl that way.” You gaped at the man, and the one beside you let out a little growl as he twisted to face his father.

“I’m right here!”

“I know.” He shrugged, before padding back across the room, and you dropped your head into your hands when the heat became too much, an embarrassed laugh leaving you and as he walked away and picked up the plates, the game beginning to play, and you found a plate of food being held out in front of you, Mitch sitting up eagerly to look at the meal as it was handed over to him.

He looped back to grab his own, wrapping Stiles up for a second and popping the cap on a beer for himself, before coming back to sit in his favourite recliner before the flatscreen. “Guess Stiles isn’t coming.” You needed something to break the silence, and the absence of the fourth member of your group was the first thing that came to mind, and you chopped a piece of a potato off for yourself, dragging it through the gravy before lifting it to your mouth and chewing slowly. 

The Sheriff didn’t turn to look at you as he spoke next, but you really wished you hadn't been taking a sip of your drink when he did. “Speaking of my other son, does he know about the two of you?”

You choked on you mouthful, swallowing what was in your mouth but coughing to try and clear your airways, tear lined eyes widening in shock as Mitch paused to look at his father, and the older man smirked as he stared at the TV screen.

“Please, I’m a parent. You think I haven’t noticed the change in my own son? He came home sulking and moody and moping, and now he’s like the boy I used to know before college pressure and scholarship funds.” The man shushed you both excitedly, as the teams came up, running out across the field and he watched eagerly. 

You looked back at Mitch, his face equally as shocked and as he stared at his father, before he finally turned to look at you, shrugging his shoulders. Instead, he took the bite of his food, shaking his head to clear it a little before looking back to the screen, and you sagged down into the couch a little bit. 

“He doesn’t know. Not yet.”

At that point, the man did turn to look at you, his eyes studying you carefully, before he was nodding, and taking a swig of his beer, redirecting his gaze to the TV screen. “Tell him soon.”

You didn’t have to reply, the nod you gave yourself being more than enough to confirm the promise, and you poked at the meal in front of yourself, nibbling on a few pieces of the meal as a more comfortable quiet fell over you all, and you shifted the second Mitch had finished his meal and placed his plate on the coffee table. Once his lap was clear, you stretched your legs out across him, and he turned to face you, eyes wide for only a second before he was beaming, placing one arm on your legs and using the other to pull your face down closer to him, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he twisted his head to reach under the edge of the cap. 

Once he pulled away, he tugged it down over your eyes and grinned at the laughter that took up from you as he did, before pushing it back into place. You pressed in a little closer to him, deciding that you could absolutely get used to the feeling of being able to spend your casual evenings being as close to him as you wanted to be, without fear of being seen or having to hide. 

You were more comfortable being this way than you would have expected, it was shocking to find that it felt natural to cuddle up to the Stilinski brother you’d never pictured a future with, who now dominated all of your thoughts entirely. Just a few months ago, you’d been pining over someone who would never love you back, isolated from your friends and missing the events that would make the memories you remembered when you were old and couldn’t make them anymore. Now, you were in a happy relationship, you were able to see the people you loved again without feeling guilty, all except for your best friend.

It wasn’t that you felt bad for moving on, for wanting someone else, or even for it being his brother. No, you felt guilty for lying to Stiles. Admittedly, there were certain truths you’d never be able to tell him in fear of it weighing on his conscience in the same way he took everything onto his own shoulders and blamed himself for it all, but you but instead you felt bad for the way it would hurt him when he found out. You knew he’d think you were leaving him, he’d spent so much time in his brother’s shadow and it had never driven a wedge between them but it had never stopped him complaining to you about the way his own achievements and successes always seemed to pale in comparison to Mitch’s.

You hated the way it felt to lie, but you loved the way it felt to be happy more, and so your guilt was momentarily pushed aside as you decided instead to enjoy the evening, and make the most of it with the man you cared so deeply for, because you had no idea how long it could go on for, and how badly Stiles would blow up when he inevitably found out.

The evening continued on much the same, all three of you going back for seconds and thirds, until the boxes were empty, Stiles’ meal still sitting wrapped up and waiting, moved to the fridge once it had grown cold, and the change soon slipped away to be exactly the same as usual, the room filled with loud shouts or cheers, insults thrown when bad calls were made and celebratory high fives passed around at good hits. The only difference was that every time the round of high-fives ended, Mitch was pulling you into him by a fistful of your jersey to press a deep kiss to your lips, one that left you breathless and blushing every time. 

The cake had been exactly as good as Noah had promised, and he had left some boxed up for you to take home before slipping away upstairs to go to bed, the early morning shift he’d been given in trade for getting the night off was taking its toll as he called in early. It left the two of you, sitting on the couch and cuddling as the evening passed on, occasionally mumbling to one another as he played with your hair and you scratched idly at the stubble lining his cheeks, making sure to tell him how badly he needed to trim it and get it under control before it became a full-grown beard.

Paperwork was spread out across the table, and you leaned in to investigate the stacks, picking up one of the folders and thumbing at the label in the top corner. 

“What is all this? Don’t tell me you’re failing college now that I got in, dropping out just before I get there?” He rolled his eyes at you, leaning over to press his lips to your own in a soft kiss, and nipping on your lower lip a little just to tease you, before he was sitting back and picking up a handful of it himself.

“No, I’m not failing. Despite all the time I’ve spent.. otherwise occupied, I’ve been keeping up with all of my work. This is just a bunch of forms to fill out about my absence, and to say that I’ll be returning for the final semester. My professors were all pretty cool about emailing me the lecture notes and workloads, and my friends have been sending me those too, so it’s not too bad, but I have to send in copies of all the work I’ve done so that they have it as official documents, and I have a few little tests to do, which I assume they’re going with good faith on being that there’s nobody here to stop me googling my answers.”

The words flowed from his mouth quickly and smoothly, and you stared at him for a moment longer, before a wicked grin was curling on your features, and you were pulling him into you, leaning back in the couch cushions, his own eyes twinkling as he realised where it was going. “I like it when you talk smart to me.”

“Proving I’m not just the dumb jock you think I am.”

He hiked up one of your legs onto his waist and pressed your body down into the couch with his own, using the tip of his nose to nudge your head back so that he could kiss his way along your jaw slowly. “I don’t think you’re a dumb jock. I think you’re a smart, handsome, funny, caring, super hot jock.” 

He growled a little at your teasing, your laughter echoing around the lower walls of the house, and he pulled aside the fabric of your top and pushed away the strap on your bra to be able to kiss at your shoulder, nipping lightly and teasing the skin with his lips, making sure he was pressing his ‘out of control’ stubble into your skin and dragging it in a way that made sure you’d have red marks and beard burn in the morning, all the way from the curve of your shoulder to the crook of your neck.

“Mitch?”

“Yeah, kitten?” His words were mumbled into your skin as he lapped at the hickie he’d created, before finally pulling back to look at you when you didn’t respond, his eyes dark but flickering with curiosity and concern, and he sat back, pulling you with him as he went, until you were sitting before one another on the couch, a little dishevelled but entirely composed as the lighter and more playful atmosphere slipped away. “What’s up?”

“I feel guilty.”

“About what?”

“About being so happy with you while I’m lying to my best friend.” You confessed, and he paused for a moment, nodding his head in understanding before running a hand through his own hair. 

“You know it’s going to be a real shit storm when he finds out.”

“I know.” You sighed, and he shifted you both to be sitting normally once again, your head leaning on his arm as you let out a deep sigh. 

“We’ll tell him, I promise. I want him to know, so that there are no more secrets or sneaking around, but how about we just have a few more weeks of happiness to ourselves first, yeah?”

You took a deep breath, thinking it over in your mind and realising that in a little over three weeks, it was the Syracuse open weekend, and that you could take that chance to tell him. To show Stiles that nothing between the two of you would change, that you’d still be best friends, and you’d go to college together, and just because you were dating his brother doesn’t make him anything less in your eyes and that he was never going to lose you. It seemed like a good plan, and so you felt the worries and fears slip away as you mumbled; “Okay.”

He smiled, tipping his head to reach your lips, and you stretched up to meet him, before you were standing up and brushing your hands down over your body to wipe away any crumbs. He stood up too, following in your movements as you began to collect up empty beer bottles and soda cans, as well as stacking up the plates, before he was following you through to the kitchen to help you tidy up, mumbling the entire way about how you didn’t have to clean up after them, to which you retorted that you absolutely did, seeing as some of it was your mess.

“I needed another drink anyway.”

“That’s just an excuse to clean, you would have done it without needing anything.” You shook your head, humming the first tune that came to mind as he ignored you, and his laughter was drowned out by the sound of jingling bottles and plates when he yanked open the fridge, grabbing you both a fresh can and moving through the house to place them both on the coffee table in the living room, before making his way back to you. 

You were filling the sink with hot and soapy water when he returned, the dishes and boxes you’d brought over, everything that needed to be washed was stacked up before you on the counter and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling away with a sigh and making a show of grabbing a towel, standing beside you and leaning backwards as he waited for there to be dishes to dry. 

“You wash, I’ll dry?”

“Perfect.”

The two of you worked side by side, you washing each one carefully and rising the suds from the surface before passing it over to him, and he dried each one and placed it back in the cupboards, domesticity to your work that was easier to fall into that it should have been, but then again, this entire relationship had been far easier to fall into than it should have been, and so you couldn't really blame yourself, or question the direction in which your life had taken you. 

Once you had finished, you made sure to wipe around the counter and surfaces, trying to ensure that everything was as clean as you could possibly get it, before you were finding yourself once again wrapped up in the man’s arms as you pulled a slightly damp shirt away from your body. 

“You got a spare shirt, or do you need one of mine?”

“I have one.” You mumbled, pecking his lips when he pouted a little bit, before he was sighing through his nose. 

“Shame, you always look so good in my clothes.” He navigated you back towards the stairs, releasing you so that you could climb, but not without letting his hand slip down to take one of yours within his own. “You look hot in sports apparel though. Will you come to my games in the fall when we start up again?”

“Do you want me to?” You followed him into his bedroom without question, peeling your wet shirt up and over your head before finding your other one, and he shuffled through his drawers to find a change of clothes for himself too. 

“I would love that. You can be my good luck charm.”

“You don’t need a good luck charm, you’re great at what you play.” You found your hands through your sleeves, pulling the cool material over your head and settling into it, enjoying the longer sleeves it offered as the chill of the night began to creep in. “If you have a spare jersey then I’ll wear it. Your name on my back, and I’ll paint your number on my face, cheer in the crowds and everything. The full supportive girlfriend package.”

He pulled his own top up and over his head, swapping it out and moving a hand to swipe at the hair that had flopped into his eyes, before dropping his jeans with a teasing wink, and kicking them away from himself towards his laundry hamper. “Oh, so you’re my girlfriend now?”

“What, you don’t want that?” You sighed falsely, watching as he scooped up the old clothes and tidied them away, before you were making your way back toward the door. “Well, I guess I’ll just go home and be single then, let the sadness carry me awa-”

You were cut off by your own squeal as Mitch dragged you back into the room, stumbling to pull up his sweats as he wrapped the other arm around your waist and sent you tumbling back to collide with his chest, the two of you laughing quietly. “You’re not single, you’re mine.” He nipped at your earlobe, prompting you to jerk away from him in shock as he grinned, before you were rolling your eyes. He dipped in, catching your lips in a slow kiss, before both hands were once again sitting on your waist. 

Leaning into you a little further, his tongue traced the seam at which they connected, and you happily parted them for him to allow him access to your mouth, his tongue dragging across yours tentatively. The taste of soda, beer and chocolate cake filled his mouth, an odd but delectable combo that spread to you the deeper you kissed him, and you let out a breathy noise before pulling yourself away from him, ignoring the whine on his lips when you did.

“No, no pulling away, just more kissing. Come back.” He urged, and dipped in to kiss you again, but you didn’t let it go as far this time. 

“You and I both know that if we keep kissing like that, we’re going to end up in bed.”

“I like it when we end up in bed. It’s always very fun.” He teased, breath washing over your face as your mouths brushed together when he spoke, his face so close to your own that you could feel his eyelashes tickling your cheeks.

“Your father is in the room next to us, he would definitely walk in on us.”

He let out a groan, dropping his head down to press his forehead to your own. “Yep. Mentioning my father, that’s a sure-fire way to kill a boner.”

“It’s just the truth, baby.”

“I know.” He grumbled, tucking your hair behind your ears and holding your cheeks in both of his palms, pecking your lips quickly before moving to hold your hands instead. “You want to watch a movie, or something?”

“You have college work to do, and I told you I was going to be a supportive girlfriend, so I’ll sit with you until it’s all done, and then we can watch a film.” He studied you for a moment, before caving and giving you one of the brightest smiles you’d seen from him all week. 

“Dating you once we get back to college is going to be a fucking dream.”

Most of the evening had been spent with the two of you propping one another up as he worked through all the paperwork he’d been sent from college. A soft playlist you’d found on Spotify that had been designed for studying was playing over the speakers, a low volume as not to disturb the snoozing police officer who was residing upstairs, and you busied yourself with scrolling through Instagram and your own camera roll, clearing out old pictures and videos and sorting through the ones that matter. You had a new folder set up on you phone, specifically designed for all the photos you were taking with Mitch, all the ones you’d be wanting to post as soon as the last person you were hiding from was brought into the know, and you were finally able to be open and honest about your relationship. 

You couldn’t fucking wait. 

There were ones from your first date, which were gorgeous and some of your favourites, but there were also some far more casual ones, one of which you had favourited and lined up to become your lock screen as soon as you could risk it. 

This collection included a bunch of selfies you’d taken with him, as well as photos and videos you had taken of him while he was busy with something else, the man a model even when he wasn’t paying attention. The pictures of you both outside of your first date were mostly taken in bed, the two of you cuddled up and looking entirely messy as you lay amongst the cushions, a glow to you that only came from mindblowing sex, and the one you liked the most had to be one of the more recent ones, taken just before the two of you had fessed up to your feelings, and were instead laying in bed together, his lips pressed to your cheek as he kissed you, your face scrunched up in a smile and your eyes closed. 

Peeking over the edge of your phone at him now, he had his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the reddened flesh slowly as he filled out forms. As the night rolled in, you had flicked on several lights around the house, the warmer light making him look more tanned than he actually was, and the positioning of the lighting making his jaw look even sharper, especially with the linings of scruff littering his skin. His hair was messy, from constant sets of hands running through it to your own fingers dipping into the locks every now and then when the urge to touch the soft tendrils became all too much. 

Flicking your phone from the photo roll to the camera, you snapped a few pictures of him, trying to move your phone subtly to get a better shot, but he paused his writing, looking at you out of the corner of his eye, before his brows were shooting up and he was turning to face you more fully. 

“Are you taking pictures of me?”

“..Yes.”

He paused for a second, grinning at you madly before crossing his eyes, and you laughed as you snapped the shot, before he was flicking you on the nose sweetly and going back to his work. “I better not see those online in a few weeks.”

“Nope!” You beamed, making sure to save them all because they were absolutely priceless, before dropping your phone and looking up at him as he finished writing up on some of his final few papers. “These are for my personal collection.”

“You have a collection?” Your jaw dropped, and you found yourself lost for words as you tried to reply to him, but nothing came out. Dropping his pen, he leaned over you a little, taking your phone from your chest and moving in closer to you, brushing his lips with yours lightly. “It’s okay, I have a collection of photos of you, too.”

“You only have like four pictures of me, and you screenshotted them all from snapchat, that doesn’t count.” You joked, and he scoffed, pulling out his phone and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in closer to him, close enough that you were all but sitting across his lap, and he nosed at the underside of your jaw as he pulled up his photos app.

“False, I have some from our first date.” He showed you the latest ones, but previous ones caught your eye, and you backed out to scroll through the ones you didn’t know he had, a collection almost as extensive as your own, and it turned out you weren’t the only one who enjoyed taking candids. “Want to see my favourite?”

You could only nod, and he moved to find it, another one from the day of your first date, of you while arranging the flowers he’d brought you, the vase held up to your nose and hiding half of your face as you sniffed at the petals, your eyes closed and you seemed entirely relaxed, and it was one of the best photos of yourself you had ever seen, in all honesty.

“See? A collection.”

“We can have more than just post-sex selfies and candids when we start going out on more active dates, once we’re all truthful and shit. I want to go to a beach, at some point.”

“Definitely. I can get pictures of you in a bikini for the other collection.” You slapped at his chest when he laughed, your body flushing with heat at what he was implying, but you gave up trying to fight it, taking the distraction when he rolled his neck and lifted a hand to rub, more than happy with the swift change of subject. 

Shifting on the couch, you moved to sit on the back of it behind him, a leg on either side of his body, and your hands came to his shoulders, rubbing firmly at the tense muscle, and after only a minute he was melting into you, his head lolling to rest on one of your thighs and his eyes fluttering shut. He melted with every touch, until his body had gone lax, and you were certain he was almost asleep, but you felt accomplished in easing his aches and bringing him a little joy as he completed his work.

It seemed he had ended up a little too relaxed, because only seconds after you had slipped back down to rest on the cushion beside him, he was yawning, holding a hand up to cover his mouth as you reciprocated the action upon seeing it. “Wanna’ take a nap with me?”

“Have you finished your work?”

“Almost. I have like, four more pages to complete, I can do it tomorrow.” He looked like he was suppressing another yawn, and you nodded, checking the time and realising it as late, but not so late your parents would worry, and you could definitely spare an hour or so for a little nap with your boyfriend now. 

“Okay, but we can’t cuddle, in case Stiles comes back while we’re asleep.”

“There’s literally no point in taking naps as a couple if you can’t cuddle.” Despite his complaints, he was lifting his legs and laying out along the couch, his body pressing yours into the back as he took a pillow and rested his head against the armrest, and you copied him from the opposite ends, the two of you stretched out and pressed together at opposite ends, and he reached up to flick out the lamp closest to you both. 

Once you were plunged into darkness, the steady rise and fall of his body, the soothing sound of his light breaths, calm and slow next to you, was quick enough to lull you into a sleep of your own. 

It was with the shaking of your shoulder and a groan that you were woken, rubbing at your eyes as you sat up a little to find that the dusk outside had become full darkness, stars twinkling in the sky in place of pastel shades and wispy clouds, and you sat up a little more to take in your surroundings. Stiles was crouching before you, a grin on his face as you finally came around to consciousness.

“Hey there, sleepy head. Didn’t expect to find you asleep on the couch. Especially not with my brother, I figured he would have kicked you out and told you to go home by now.”

“Yeah, fell asleep, wanted to hang around and see you, though.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that..” He cringed a little at your words, his smile flickering and dimming for only a second, before he looked back up to you, and took a seat on the floor before you, crossing his legs and looking at you eagerly. Taking the bait, you popped your head up on you hand, raising a brow for him to continue, but not without pressing a finger to your lips in order to tell him to be quiet, motioning to Mitch still snoozing beside you, and he nodded, licking at his lips before continuing on with whatever made him feel so excited. “I was with Lydia.”

“I figured you were.”

“I know I’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately, and that I haven’t been such a good friend, but this is my last chance to make a move on her before she goes to college, and she wants to hang out with me.” His tone seemed like he was pleading with you to understand, and you pushed yourself up to lean against the arm chair instead, reaching out a hand to ruffle the hair that had once been gelled, but had worn off since the morning when he’d applied it, leaving the sticky locks poking up in random directions. He scowled, smoothing it down as you covered your mouth to muffle your laugh at his expression, before smoothing over your features once again.

“It’s okay, Stiles, really.” For the first time since falling for him all those years ago, something clicked within you and you realised you truly meant it. There was no flare of anger or pulse of jealousy, you didn’t hate your friend’s name and want to spit it out every time you said it, she and him simply existed within your mind, separate beings who may or may not love one another, but it was okay, because Stiles was no longer the one taking that place in your heart. “I’m really happy for you. I hope things work out with her, because you deserve someone great.”

“I think you deserve someone great too.” He whispered, kneeling up to be able to pull you into a tight hug, brushing his lips across your cheek as he did, and you squeezed him back tightly, clinging to him for entirely new reasons, because while Stiles had never stopped being your best friend, it had been a while you were able to fully accept him in that position, and with you new revelation, it felt like you finally had him back in your life.

The boy who pushed you in puddles and watched you eat pasta in the most unattractive ways, the one who’d held your hair back as you vomited the first time doing shots and had held you as you cried over the first boy who didn’t want to date you, he’d seen it all, and would be there for so much more. You pressed your face into his neck, letting out a laugh at the feeling of being able to hold him without your heart jumping in your chest or your mind spinning into a hazy and out of control scenario, and he shifted a little when he felt you move, a sniff sounding out and he pulled back.

“What’s wrong?”

You blinked rapidly, willing the tears not to fall, and he fixed you with a positively puzzled look, his eyebrows shooting up even further. “Nothing, nothing at all. I’m just really happy right now, for us both.”

“We have such great futures ahead of us together, and I couldn’t do it without you.” He took you hands in his, lifting them up to press a kiss to the back of each one, before standing up and brushing himself down. “You want me to give you a ride home?”

“That would be great, actually.”

“Let me go and drop this stuff off upstairs and sort it out, give me a few minutes.” He motioned to the bags he had with him, scooping up all of his belongings before making his way to his bedroom, and you stood up yourself, stretching your arms out above your head and letting out a whimper at the feel of your muscles loosening. Making your way to the other end of the couch, you knelt down beside the man, brushing his hair out of his face and waiting as he slowly began to surface once again.

Much like the reaction you’d had yourself, he seemed startled at first, before rubbing a hand over his face and becoming a little more aware of his surroundings, and a sleepy smile came to find a home on his lips as he looked at you.

“Hi, kitten.” Pushing himself up to sit, he rolled his head from side to side, rubbing at the spot on his neck that had been strained from the arm of the couch. “How long did we sleep for?”

“Not sure, Stiles woke me up when he got back.”

“Oh, he’s home?” You could hear the disappointment in his voice, and you took one of his hands in your own, lacing your fingers together and squeezing reassuringly. He returned the gesture, standing up a little, wobbling on his feet in his exhausted haze, before another yawn was making itself known and his eyes were drooping a little.

“C’mon sleepyhead, you need to go to bed.”

“No, no, I’m fine. Give me a minute and I’ll be totally cool to drive you home.” His words trailed off as he yawned yet again, and you shook your head, pulling him toward the stairs and guiding him up them as he took slow steps, his hand falling away from yours in fear that his brother may come barrelling around the corner at any time. “Maybe you’re right, I think I’ll fall asleep at the wheel.”

“Stiles already said he’d drive me, it’s okay.”

He only nodded, making his way into his room and letting you grab your bag from the bed before he was dropping face first down into the pillows, not even bothering to get himself under the covers before he was pulling one down toward his chest and making himself comfortable on the bed, his eyes closing. Perching on the edge, you pulled on your shoes once again, and lifted your bag up onto your shoulder.

Leaning over him, his eyes were closed and his breathing was already evening back out, and with a quick glance at the door, you decide you could risk it, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek before standing up, and he twitched a little from his place between consciousness and sleep, his lips flicking up at the sides into a brief smile. “Night, baby.”

“G’night.”

You grinned at him, stepping back and out into the corridor, pulling his door shut softly behind you just as Stiles came out of his room, stopping as he saw you there beside the door, and he frowned. “What’re you doin’?”

“Figured I’d get Mitch upstairs, he seemed pretty tired after doing college work and sleeping on the couch like that will give you backache for days.” He waited only a moment longer, before shrugging off his confusion and making his way towards you.

“That’s awfully considerate of you, but you have always been super cute like that, so whatever. I remember when you gave Jackson half your sandwich in fourth grade because he didn’t have a lunch after running away from his foster home again, you didn’t want him to go hungry, even though he was a bully.” You followed the boy down the stairs, laughing a little at the memory and remembering to grab the tubs in which you’d brought your meal in before, and followed him out to the jeep that it had been so long since you’d found yourself in, and you welcomed the nostalgia happily as you climbed inside.

He had barely made it out of the driveway before he was all but vibrating in a way that you knew to read as excitement, and you decided to let him sit in it, despite the glances he kept throwing at you, your amusement building with the anticipation until he all but popped with the need to tell you what had him so worked up.

“I have news!”

“Do tell?” You questioned, turning to look at him, and he flashed you a grin before continuing, tapping his fingers along the steering wheel a little.

“Lydia asked me what I’m doing this weekend, and then said that she has an open weekend at a college a few states over, and wanted to know if I’d be free to drive us down, so of course, I said yes. A whole weekend away with her!” He was giddy with his excitement, on the verge of bouncing in his seat, and you clapped your hands happily, squealing along with him in excitement. “I bet this is, like, her seeing if we would be good working long distance or some shit!”

“That’s awesome!” You held your hand up for a fistbump, and he took one hand off of the wheel to eagerly return it, the little handshake the two of you had been doing since elementary school flowing easily as you moved and bumped your hands. “This weekend, huh?”

“Yeah, I have the jeep scheduled tomorrow for an emergency check up on everything, I don’t want anything to go wrong, it’s all gotta’ be perfect!” He slumped back in his seat a little bit as he stopped the car outside your house, and you unfastened your seat belt, leaning over the centre to wrap him in a tight hug.

“I’m so happy for you, it’s going to go great, I just know it!”

“I hope so.” He let out a dreamy sigh as you let him go, and you grinned at the starstruck look on his face, before climbing out of the vehicle and waving him goodbye as he pulled away, before making your way into your house and shutting the door behind you. Your phone buzzed in your pocket when you were halfway up the stairs, and a text from Mitch had come through, a picture attached to it, and you opened it upon making it to your bedroom and closing the door.

His face was half pressed into his pillow, but he’d clearly been up and sorted himself out to properly go to sleep, because he was shirtless now, and his hair looked like it had been washed, presumably a short shower before he crashed, the wet locks curling atop his head. With a grin, you saved the photo to your camera roll, the sleepy smile and blissed out expression on his face too cute not to keep, before you were reading the message attached to it.

[Mitch 🔥] miss u already, see u soon tho, right?

You grinned, typing out a response.

what are you doin this weekend? free at any point?

You dropped the phone face down and gave him a moment to reply, not entirely sure he’d even still be awake, and so you busied yourself by getting on with your nighttime routine. Much to your surprise, you'd barely even changed into your pyjamas and grabbed the bottles with which to go through your skin care routine before your phone was buzzing again, and you picked it up, thoroughly expecting him to have fallen asleep by now.

[Mitch 🔥] driving back to college, have to be there before the end of next week, but I want to see u before that, maybe take u out again.

You grinned, taking the device with you to the bathroom and running the tap to get warm.

stiles just told me he’s going away, so we can hang out at any point, on any day.

It only took you a few minutes to brush through your routine, everything from cleaning to toning to moisturising, and while you were brushing your teeth, the device lit up with a reply once again, and you let it wait for a moment as you sorted yourself out, responding to it as you walked back to your room.

[Mitch 🔥] spend the weekend with me.

You paused at the words, standing still in the middle of your bedroom, and your fingers paused over the keyboard.

what?

You weren’t waiting long for a reply, and he had clearly already anticipated what you were going to say, because a response came through quickly.

[Mitch 🔥] I have to go back to college, and then I won’t see u for almost 3 weeks. my dad knows about us, and stiles won’t be there. stay with me for the whole weekend. it’ll be romantic.

You hesitated, mulling over the thought and glancing up at the door, your parents asleep across the hall, and you wondered how you would explain it. Technically, you could just say you were spending the weekend at Stiles’, which wasn’t a total lie, and it wouldn’t be the first time.

I would love that.

You were just crawling into bed and turning off the lights when the next text came, your heart racing in your chest, and you clutch the phone to your chest for a minute, trying to calm yourself down, before reading what it said.

[Mitch 🔥] can’t wait. pick u up on friday night, we’ll cook dinner tgthr. gn, baby.

[clown-dumbass]

Reunited

Robby and reader are exes who meet again at a summer job.

You check the mirror in your bathroom, frowning at your appearance. You look...unkempt to say the least. The move has been a bit rough on you. You had to move to a new area for your dad’s job. At least it was an upgrade from your last place. The plumbing was shit there, and one time you found a dead rat in your closet. Fucking disgusting.

You clean yourself as best you can, and try to pick out something relatively nice. You’ve got a summer job at some weird ass karate place cleaning up and shit. You’re essentially a glorified janitor without the uniform. It’s not fantastic but at least it will help you pitch in around your household. The name has something to do with snakes but you can’t remember exactly what it was called.

You survey your clothing without much interest. You’re not exactly going to the Met Gala so why dress up? If it isn’t ripped to shit, then it’s good enough. You settle on a plain black tshirt and some worn jeans. Then you head out the door.

It’s relatively late and dark outside when you arrive at the dojo. You’re supposed to come when all the classes are done. You knock on the door. No answer. You try to open it, and surprisingly, it’s not locked. You suppose they haven’t closed up just yet.

You push open the door to see some dude beating the living shit out of a punching bag. Like wow the fucking rage issues this kid must have because he looks like he’s trying to straight up murder an inanimate object. Cute.

“Uh excuse me? I’m here to clean up and shit? The guy on the phone said to come around 7:30.” The guy whips his head around to look at you and you realize the unfortunate truth. You just signed up to work the whole summer at a karate dojo where your ex trains. You plaster a fake looking smile on your face and wave. “Oh hey Robby! Nice to see you.”

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He frowns back at you. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You smile tensely. “Just here to do my job. We didn’t end on the best of terms”-understatement of the century-“but there’s no reason we can’t be civil right?” You can tell he’s pissed. “Listen, can you not be immature about this? I need the money. You know that. It’s just one summer, right?” He glares at you for a second and then goes back to his punching bag. Guess that’s a yes. Hopefully.

You finish your work relatively quickly. By the time you’re done, Robby is still beating that punching bag the fuck up. Shit. Doesn’t seem like karate has done anything for his anger issues. Despite yourself, you find yourself wanting to soothe him. Robby Keene always had been a bit of a weakness of yours. Breaking up with him was one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. You had realized you were too unstable for a relationship. Your depression had been getting worse, and you could barely motivate yourself to get out of bed, let alone go see him. Your relationship had slowly fizzled out as a result and you both could feel it going. In retrospect, you shouldn’t have broken up with him the way you did. You should have at least called him. However, it took all the energy you could muster just to send that text message. You don’t blame him for hating you, but you can’t quit this job. You need cash to afford your antidepressants. Money is tight as is. It must seem to him that you’re just yet another person who up and abandoned him. You leave without saying goodbye.

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Robby spends his time glaring at you mostly throughout the week. You try to ignore him for the most part but then you come across his sleeping bag. You know it’s not your place to pry, but you do still actually give a shit about him. He was your first real boyfriend after all. So, you work up the nerve to ask him about it. You are met with a charming glare, and the words “like you care.” You figure it’s better left alone, but you still don’t love that he’s sleeping on a freezing cold floor in a thin sleeping bag. You bring a couple blankets from home and toss them over his makeshift bed while he’s not looking. Can’t do any harm.

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The second you enter the dojo the next day, Robby is shoving the blankets in your hands. “I don’t need your handouts,” he says in a quiet but dangerous tone. You roll your eyes. You are well acquainted with his pride issue. The dumbass still doesn’t want help from anyone it seems. “They aren’t handouts, Robby. They’re shitty old blankets I was going to throw away. Just take them. You’d be doing me a favor.” “And why would I want to do you any favors?,” he says. Great more glaring. You roll your eyes again, drop the blankets, and get to work. He ends up taking them in the end.

The longer you work at the dojo, the more you start to notice Robby’s terrible eating habits. He has the tendency to skip dinner most nights. You start buying extra food and “accidentally” leaving it behind. You think he eats it out of spite, knowing it’s yours, but at least he’s eating.

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You and Robby settle into a routine. You ignore each other for the most part. The air between you is still thick with resentment but it’s easier for you to bear now. Eventually though, your peace is interrupted. “Why are you doing this shit for me? I know you’ve been leaving the food on purpose,” he says one day, in an abrupt and accusatory manner. “We aren’t together anymore.” You think that last bit comes out a bit more bitter than he meant it. “Just because we aren’t together doesn’t mean I can’t care about you,” you say without looking up. “But you don’t. You don’t care about me.” You sigh and turn around to lock your eyes with his. “Yes. Yes, I do. I know I’ve hurt you in the past but trust me, I do care.” He just glares and then returns to training.

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Kreese eventually invites you to sit in on a class. Says he sees “cobra potential” in you. What a fucking weirdo. Well, he’s been good to you thus far so you figure you might as well. At the end of the class, some guy named Kyler starts chatting you up. He winks at you and gives you a final “Later babe” before going to rejoin the others. Robby says something to him quietly, and he looks back at you and nods at him. He doesn’t talk to you again.

The night of the second class you attend, you confront Robby. “What did you say to Kyler? You ruining my romantic prospects now? Real mature.” He doesn’t look up, fierce green eyes focused on the punching bag in front of him. You turn to walk away and he speaks. “He’s an asshole, you know. He bragged about using all his last girlfriends for sex.” You turn back around and cross your arms. “I can look out for myself, Robby.” You pause. “But I do appreciate it.” He ignores you. Figures.

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Then there’s the first day Robby meets you with a black eye and a bloody, busted lip. You ask him about it but he refuses to answer you. Finally you beg him to let you help clean him up and he complies. You gently clean and bandage his wounds. You try to ignore the flush that rises in your cheeks at the close proximity. You work mostly in silence, until you are struck by the compulsion to explain to him why you left. To justify yourself. “I didn’t want to hurt you, you know. My mental health was on the decline, and I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I know how abandoned you must have felt. I know how hard it is for you to let people in and I- I’m sorry, Robby.” He looks at you with an unreadable expression. “If it means anything to you, I sorted my life out. Got on antidepressants. Got help.” He remains silent. You sigh. You don’t know what you were expecting. You leave quietly.

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Summer is coming to a close, and your time a Cobra Kai is coming to an end. Before you know it, it’s your last night. Robby side eyes you for most of your time there, as if waiting to say something but not sure how to say it. Eventually, he comes up to you at the end of the night. It’s clear he has something important to say. “I miss you,” he says finally. “I miss your laugh, I miss your smile, I miss the way you used to look at me like there was no one else in the room. I thought I would never get to have any of that again. But you still care about me, and I still care about you and I was wondering...would you ever want to try again, for old times sake at least?”

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