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caught in the act | a. putellas x reader
â You catch your roommate Alexia touching herself to your photos.
tags: roommate!Alexia, barçaB!reader, smut, masturbation, mentions of fingering, mention of age gap, a bit of degradation and dirty talk, not proofread đ wc: 2k+
Alexia hated having you as a roommate.
It wasn't because of the fact that you had a bad habit of putting off washing the dishes until the next morning; she learned to deal with it and wash them for you whenever it did bother her. It also wasn't because you were always watching Netflix past midnight, at full volume while she tried to get enough sleep for early morning training the next day, fully knowing the walls between your rooms were paper thin. She's learned to fall asleep to the sound of Brooklyn 99 or whatever American TV show you were addicted to at the time. It wasnât even the fact that sheâd have to set her alarm at least 30 minutes ahead of the usual time sheâd wake up just so she could force you out of bed so you could both attend your respective training sessions on time.
Instead, she hated how oblivious and clueless you were to how she felt about you.
Just now, there you were in the living room watching a dumb show on Netflix as you simultaneously swiped on Bumble. She hated seeing you looking at other girls, or even getting all dolled up for dates with other girls.
She knew your type. You liked tall, fellow athletes with great style. She wondered why you never noticed her when she fit your type so well. She rolled her eyes at the sight of you fiddling with the dating app and just wanted to return to her room but you already noticed her presence.
"Hey, Alexia." You said calmly. âCome over here.â
She sighed. "Yeah?"
"What do you think about her?" You said as you chewed on the chips you were loudly snacking on. (That was another thing Alexia let you get away with â snacking everywhere and anywhere leading to a mild ant problem.)
Alexia sat beside you on the couch and leaned in to look at your phone. It was someone from Levanteâs B team. Alexia frowned. She had to admit. This girl was undeniably hot with her tattoos and fit body but she knew she looked just as good as this player. If not that, she sure as hell was a better player. That should have been some merit to her.
"Sheâs okay..." It was all she could say to you. She didnât want to come off as the jealous roommate.
"Really? I kinda think she's smoking hot." You said with a confused look. âSheâs the hottest player Iâve played against on the pitch.â
Alexia rolled her eyes and wanted to make a snide comment but let it slide.
âShe asked me out after we switched shirts after our match, and I smelled her shirt and it smelled good as fuck.â You shared, making Alexia roll her eyes again. âPlus, sheâs taller than I am and you know how thatâs my type⊠but our texts have been stale and boring as fuck.â
Alexia shrugged and tried to focus on the show you were shamelessly ignoring already. âThen just donât go out with her.â
You sighed. âYeah⊠but there is this rookie footballer I matched with on Bumble, she plays forâŠâ You continued to tell Alexia about the other girls you were talking to but she just didnât give a fuck.
She didnât wanna know anything about the other girls you were seeing while sheâs been into you for so long.
"Anyway, can you help me pick photos from my weekend trip with Emma? She's so great at taking photos that I feel like I have to make two separate posts on instagram just to include all of my hot photos." You said before giving your phone to Alexia. "Just swipe through them and heart all the photos you like."
As soon as she grabbed your phone, she felt her body heat up. The first photo of you was you in front of the pool with your arms up, laughing gleefully. You were wearing the tiniest bikini with a bra top just big enough to cover your nipples and that incredibly skimpy underwear.
All Alexia could think about was pushing them to the side and fucking you hard with her fingers.
Alexia blinked. "You're so...." She couldn't find the words. "Naked?"
You laughed at the older womanâs reaction. "That's all you could say?"
Alexia ignored you, completely fixated by the photos of you. Alexia liked the first photo and proceeded to swipe. The second photo was you with your back turned, exposing your ass. Alexia could feel her mouth salivate as the dirtiest thoughts entered her mind. She kept scrolling, admiring every curve and crevice of your body. She loved the way your boobs spilled over your bra and the way your thong rode up your ass and accentuated your perfect hips. She loved your collarbones but she loved the thought of marking them with her mouth more.
She was practically liking every photo, unable to think objectively of what works on Instagram or whatever. She loved seeing you this exposed.
"You never dress like this usually." Alexia commented, still going back and forth with your photos. She was pretending to be analytical with your photos but her mind was just filled with obscenities.
You huffed. âYou only see me in a kit or here at home when I dress like a slob. You donât know what I dress like.â
Alexia furrowed her eyebrows. âIâve seen you get dressed up for dates. Youâre not usually soâŠâ She shook her head. âWhatever. I never would have imagined youâd like wearing something so tiny.â
Alexia had to swallow as her mouth had been watering at the sight of your photos. You chuckled, oblivious to your roommate's reaction. "Well, you would know that I actually do love tiny swimwear if only you went swimming with us more.â
Alexia took a mental note to say yes to every opportunity to see you in a skimpy bikini. "Still, you never post stuff like this. You only ever post game photos or food photos. This is just out of character for you.â She added on. "You must be posting to impress someone, huh?"
You furrowed your eyebrows and rolled your eyes at her. "I feel like Iâm just more grown now. Like, grown enough to post more skin.â You explained. âBesides, canât I post for myself?â
Wish you would post for me, Alexia thought.
You looked over at Alexia who was still looking through your photos. "God, what's taking you so long? Mesmerized by my tits?"
"You're so cocky." It was all Alexia could say as she blushed. She felt like it was so wrong to be thirsting over her younger roommate like this but she couldnât help it. You were exactly what she wanted.
You chuckled. "I told you. Emma took really good photos of me! I know I look hot in those."
You looked through the photos Alexia liked and realized the only photos of you she didn't like were the ones where you were covered up. You stifled a chuckle. "Okay, I guess I should post these immediately since it would be so selfish of me to deprive the world of these photos any longer."
"So arrogant." Alexia scoffed under her breath but unbeknownst to you, it turned her on. She loved it when you got all confident. It made her want to praise you and degrade you at the same time. "I'm going back to my room to review some things for some brand deal. Text me if you wanna order food or cook for dinner later."
You absentmindedly nodded as you typed up the perfect Instagram caption and chose the perfect thirst-trap song to go with the Instagram post.
Alexia headed back in her room and immediately pulled out her iPad, refreshing her Instagram feed incessantly. "C'mon, c'mon..." She muttered under her breath. "Just post already."
Finally, your post popped up.
Alexia felt like she couldn't breathe as she was finally able to get a better look at them through the bigger screen. She was finally free to zoom in to your perfectly shaped tits without worrying you'd see. She bit her lip.
It was almost a built-in instinct or bodily response to her the way she immediately positioned herself in front of her iPad; she wasted no time. She propped the device on her bed, blasted a song loud enough to mask her noise, swiftly took off her bottoms, and eventually, guided her hands to feel her own slick with her fingers. She was soaked already just from seeing you.
"Fuck," She muttered as she began rubbing herself, looking at the photo of you on her device. She wished she could have a gigantic TV screen just so she could see more of you at a bigger scale. She wanted to be overwhelmed by the sight of you â to be consumed by your beauty.
She rubbed her clit in circles as she kept her eyes glued on the screen. She cursed again. She thought about your tits. She wondered how they'd feel in her hands. She wanted to feel the softness against her rough and imposing hands; she wanted to know if that kind of touch would make you whimper. She wondered what colors your nipples were and how they'd look and feel... and taste. She so badly wanted to push her tongue against them.
Her legs shivered as she imagined taking your breast in her mouth, sucking on it mercilessly as you moaned under her.
In reality, Alexia was alone in the darkness of her room â her tanned skin illuminated by the sole source of light from her device that blasted music to mask her grunts and the obscene sounds of her wetness.
But in her imagination, Alexia was in your room on top of you, sucking on your breasts as she positioned her knee against your core. In her imagination, you loved to beg and whine. So there you were, underneath her, squirming as she sucked on your nipple and used her hands to play with the other one. She just could tell you were the sensitive type and the idea of you almost teary-eyed due to sheer pleasure caused by her made her even wetter.
She opened her eyes once again to catch a glimpse of you in that one photo where you had a serious face as you slightly bent over. She groaned as she caught sight once again of the flesh of your boobs pressing against the fabric of your bikini. "Fucking whore." It escaped her mouth in a grunt.
In her imagination, you were dressed in the same skimpy bikini. She had your bra cups pushed to the side to grant her easy access to lick all over your boobs, leaving the occasional mark whenever she desired.
"Please, Alexia." She could practically hear your voice say it. "Fuck me now."
Alexia plunged her fingers into her cunt, causing her to grunt loudly as she pumped in and out of herself as mercilessly as she would have with you.
She was fixated on the thought of her fingers thrusting so hard in and out of you that your tits jiggled with every thrust. Alexia somehow felt you were the type to moan loudly, grab your own tits, and beg to fuck her deeper.
"Alexia! Fuck me!"
"You want me so bad, huh? You fucking slut?" She groaned under her breath, almost breathless and winded from how rough she was fucking herself. "I'll fuck you so hard, you'd go stupid."
"Alexia, harder! Please!" The imaginary voice in her brain told her. It felt so realistic
"Yeah?" She called out your name, almost in the form of an animalistic grunt. "You fucking want it harder? You a fucking slut for me?"
She increased the speed of her thrusting, causing her to moan loudly in succession. "Fuck," She said, followed by calling out your name. "Tell me who you belong to."
She pumped in and out of herself, causing her to convulse in the building pressure inside her. Her eyes were shut close but the photo of you in your bikini was permanently burned inside her mind.
"I belong to you!" Her imagination called out.
"Say my name then." She groaned.
"Alexia," It sounded so soft and gentle.
"Louder." She growled as she imagined that it was your pussy she was roughly thrusting into. Her legs shook uncontrollably as she felt herself approaching orgasm. âSay it.â
"Alexia?!" It was practically an exclamation. It felt so real that your voice echoed in her ears.
As Alexia opened her eyes, she was met by the sight of you standing at the door of her room with a shocked face. Almost immediately after, Alexia moaned out loud as her orgasm arrived.
It took half a second for her to realize that she wasn't imagining it anymore. You were there, standing and watching her fuck herself while her obnoxiously larged iPad displayed a photo of you.
"Oh shit." She was in trouble.
a/n: not proofread. part 2 anyone? (also thank u for ur requests!)
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I love your writing and I have a Melissa x reader prompt for you.
They have something casual going on and Mel always tells the reader she is her girl until one day Melissa decides to really make the reader officially her girl.
I thought on something sweet đ
Hi anon! I love that you love my writing and thank you for the prompt! I kept this sweet like you wanted as it could have gone dark đ. I based some of this off of Chappell Roanâs song Casual. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!
On another note: I decided to wait on Worth It part 12 until the new episodes come out to meet Melissaâs family and see what theyâre like.
Casual Now?
Warnings: Smut
Words: 2.6k
Both of you lay your head on a pillow after coming, catching your breath. You fall asleep and Melissa scootches closer to you and places an arm around you, gives you a light kiss to avoid waking you up, and then falls asleep beside you.
You wake up and you look to see Melissa is still asleep. You carefully get up as her arm is around you and then you quietly get dressed and then leave. Unknown to you, Melissa was awake the entire time, she woke up a few minutes before you did and she was just enjoying your body against hers, knowing you wonât be soon. She usually awoke a few minutes before you did and just enjoys the feeling of your body against hers.
She let out a sigh when she heard the door to her house close and she went to the window to make sure you got to your car safely. She then kicks her dresser out of anger and then goes to her bed and a tear falls down. The two of you started this casual, no strings attached relationship 3 months ago to let off steam from teaching, but it seems Melissa caught feelings in that time. She thinks back on what happened during sex last night.
You were under her as she had two fingers deep in you. You were a moaning mess and Melissa thinks you look beautiful and the sounds you make are music to her ears.
âMelissa, Iâm so close!â You tell her as your legs start shaking.
âCome my beautiful girl.â She tells you and you immediately come.
Melissa didnât mean to call you her girl but she figured you didnât notice as you were so close to an orgasm. She sits on her bed thinking about what life could be like with you. If you started dating then she can show you off as hers, eventually move in together, and lots of kisses that she can steal from you.
The next day Melissa gets ready for work, she covers up the small hickey you left on her left breast by accident. She walks in and goes to the break room and sits next to Barb with the trio distracted by something on Janineâs phone.
âDid you see her again this weekend?â Barb asks her as Melissa slumps down in her chair. She of course told Barb when she started getting feelings as she had to tell someone.
âYes, even if I know I shouldnât, I just want to be near her.â Melissa explains to her.
âMelissa, you should end it or tell her.â Barb tells her sternly.
âI tried subtly talking about a relationship and she said itâs casual, just like we talked about 3 months ago.â Melissa says and puts her head in her hands. She then gets a text and she looks at her phone.
You: You look stressed, did the other night not help?
You messaged her and she looks and sees you across the room with some teachers and youâre looking at her.
Melissa: It helped at the time, but now Iâm thinking of all the things I have to do this week
You: Need a pick me up after school?
Melissa: Iâd like that
*After School*
Melissa makes her way to her car to go home and then prepare for when she sees you later. She gets to her car but then sees you walking out of the building and almost no teachers or cars around. She gets an idea and goes to you and drags you to her car.
âMelissa, what are you doing?â You ask her confused and she opens the passenger door and you smile then get in. âCanât wait I see.â You tease her and she gets in after you.
She gets on top of you and begins making out with you and she feels the stress of today melt away with each kiss. She then goes lower and starts kissing your neck, and without knowing it, she starts sucking, marking you as hers.
âMelissa, donât leave a hickey on my neck.â You tell her and she groans but then she trails lower and she lowers your shirt and starts sucking on your chest. You know she loves sucking on your body, but what you donât know is she only started doing it to mark you as hers when she got feelings for you. She then gets down from the seat and drags your underwear down.
âItâs a good thing you decided to wear a dress today, my beautiful girl.â She tells you before diving right to your clit and you moan out.
âOh Melissa, your tongue feels so good.â You gasp out and you feel her smile as she continues eating you out. You feel each lick and suck she gives your clit and you feel your orgasm start building quickly. She knows your body so well and knows how to bring you to an orgasm in minutes with just her tongue. You grab hold of her hair and you start moving your hips before she pins you down. Your legs start shaking and she goes faster before you moan out as you come. She pulls away and gets back on top of you and continues kissing you to help you come down.
You then slip your hand down her pants and find her clit and immediately start doing circles on it. Melissa gasps and grabs hold of the seat as you bring her to the edge in under a minute. She surges forward and kisses you as she comes.
âSo, feel better?â You ask her as you take deep breaths while she rests on your lap.
âYa, thanks hon.â She says softly and smiles at you.
âYou looked really stressed in the break room this morning.â You tell her and she groans and rests her head on your shoulder.
âDonât remind me.â She says and you giggle.
âBusy week this week?â You ask her.
âMore like busy life.â She says and you hum. âDo you want to come back to my place? I have lots of leftovers.â She says and you look at her.
âWhy do you want to feed me?â
âWeâre friends arenât we? Isnât that what friends do?â She asks you.
âThey do.â Is all you say as she draws mindless patterns on your chest.
âSo want to come to my house then?â She asks you again and you smile and nod.
âSure, I do love your cooking.â You tell her and Melissa feels happiness run through her entire body knowing she gets to spend time with you.
Melissa gets home and immediately gets changed into something more comfortable but also something thatâll have you staring at her. She goes for a dark pink low cut tank top, black leggings and a black knitted sweater her nonna gave her. You knocked on the door half an hour later and Melissa nearly ran to the door to answer it.
âHey hon.â She tells you and you smile at her.
âHey Melissa.â You say and go in when she steps aside. âYou look nice.â You tell her when you take in her outfit.
âThanks, I was just about to reheat the leftovers.â She tells you and goes into the kitchen and you follow her.
âIâm still surprised you offered me to come over. I know weâre friends but you barely offer any friends to come over to your place.â You tell her and she smiles at you.
âThatâs because some of them annoy me.â She says.
âAnd I donât?â
âYou did at first, but you were new last year.â
âSo what made you take an interest in me?â You ask her and she quirks an eyebrow at you. âAt least, enough of an interest to want to sleep with me.â You add and she chuckles.
âYouâre cute and you donât annoy me as much.â She tells you as she gets the now hot containers out of the microwave and transfers the food onto a plate. She then takes the plates and brings them to the dinner table. You sit down and take your first bite.
âI always love your cooking.â You say with a hum and she smiles at you. âWhy did you never become a chef?â You ask her.
âBecause cooking is one of my passions but I only like cooking for people I like.â
âWell Iâm honoured to be one of those people.â You tell her and Melissa canât help but smile as you smile at her.
After dinner you both go to the couch with some wine and start a conversation.
âSo why Abbott?â She asks you and you tilt your head. âYou could teach anywhere, so why an underfunded school?â
âBecause I didnât become a teacher for a big paycheck, I became one to help students.â You tell her with a shrug. âWhat about you?â
âSame thing.â She says as she finishes off the wine in her glass. âCan I kiss you?â She blurts out and you look at her confused.
âWhy are you asking? Weâve kissed before.â You tell her.
âYa but only when we have sex. Right now I just want to kiss you.â She tells you and looks down at her hands. You put your wine glass down, cup her cheek and kiss her. She puts her hands in your hair to keep you from pulling away and enjoys the feel of your lips on hers. You pull away too soon for Melissaâs liking and you look at her.
âThat was one hell of a kiss.â You say with a slight blush.
âYa, it was.â Melissa agrees with a slight blush of her own.
âDid you really want me over because weâre friends and no other reason?â You ask softly.
âWhat other reason could I possibly have?â
âI donât know, itâs just youâve been acting different lately.â You say and play with your fingernails absent mindlessly.
âDifferent how?â
âItâs just⊠before, at the beginning of this casual relationship, you seem to only be in it for the sex, which is the reason we started this. But lately it seems like you want more than just sex.â You try to explain and she looks at you. âLike you kiss me a lot more now, you talk to me in school just to talk to me, youâre inviting me to your place for dinner, and the other day I ran into Kristen Marie and she mentioned you talk about me.â You tell her and she sighs.
âCanât I just want to be friends with you as well as have casual sex.â She replies with.
âIs it still casual?â You ask her and Melissa freezes. She didnât expect you to catch on to anything that she does differently.
âItâs still casual hon, Iâm not interested in anything else.â
âI didnât ask you if you were interested in a relationship, Iâm asking if you have feelings for me.â You bluntly ask her and Melissa is looking at you like a deer in headlights.
âLook hon, I donât know what youâre trying to get here but-â she starts to ask but you cut her off with a kiss. She immediately kisses you back and she deepens it quickly. You take her sweater off and she immediately takes yours off before you break the kiss to take off her tank top. âWait hon, what are you doing?â
âIsnât it obvious?â
âI didnât ask you here for sex.â She clarifies and you roll your eyes.
âI know, but that tank top was driving me crazy as it gave me a great view.â You tell her before kissing her again. Melissa has become addicted to your kisses and always immediately kisses you back. You unclip her bra and tear it off her and cup her boobs with your hands. âMm, I just love them.â You tell her.
âTouch them all you want.â She says and winks at you before kissing you again. She then straddles your lap and trails her mouth down to your neck and begins kissing it.
âNo hickeys on my neck.â You remind her and Melissa has had enough.
âWhy not?â
âBecause weâre not together and Iâm a teacher.â
âWhat does us not being together have to do with it?â
âBecause I donât want other girls getting the wrong idea, I donât want them to think Iâm not available.â You tell her and Melissa feels a tightness in her chest.
âAre you seeing other girls?â She asks you before she stops herself.
âOn dates, yes, Iâve been on a date with two girls since weâve been hooking up.â You tell her honestly and Melissa gets off of you and sits beside you on the couch. She puts her head in her hands as you look at her confused. âMelissa? Whatâs wrong?â You ask her and you put a hand on her arm.
âI donât want you to go out with other girls, I donât want you to be with anyone else.â She says without looking at you.
âWhat?â You ask her and she looks at you.
âYouâre right, I do have feelings for you and Iâm scared about that. I didnât expect to get feelings for you. It did start off as just casual but about a month later I started having a crush on you.â She tells you and leans back onto the couch. You stare at her in shock before you grab her chin and turn her head to look at you.
âAre you telling me the truth?â You ask her and she nods as a tear falls down her cheek. You wipe the tear away before cupping her cheek and she leans into your touch. âI have feelings for you too.â You tell her and she puts her hand over yours thatâs on her cheek.
âReally?â
âYes, why do you think Iâve noticed you acting different? You know I can be oblivious to things like that but I noticed with you because I wanted to know if you felt the same way.â You tell her and she smiles. âAnd I honestly didnât expect to tell you while your boobs are out.â You add on and she giggles.
âAre you complaining?â She asks and you shake your head.
âItâs an incredible sight and theyâre a big weakness for me.â You tell her and you blush a bit. She then cups both your cheeks and leans in and kisses you.
âDo you want to be with me?â She asks when she pulls away.
âI thought you didnât want a relationship right now?â
âI didnât but I want you. I want you to be my girl and no one elseâs.â She tells you and you smile.
âSo thatâs why youâve been calling me your girl during sex lately.â You say and she nods. âI want to be your girl, but only if you ask me properly.â You say and she shakes her head.
âYouâre impossible, you know that?â
âIâve been told that yes but you want me to put your impossible girl.â You tease her with and she giggles before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
âI do. Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?â She asks you.
âYes.â You tell her and seal it with a kiss. âWait, how is this gonna go as weâve already been having sex with each other?â You ask her. She rolls her eyes at you and brings you in for another kiss.
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Stalker!Ghost (part 2)
â Stalker!Ghost X Reader
â Fluff
â TW stalking obvs
â New account layout,will try change old layout as much as possible,requests are open
â Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)
â Divider creds @cafekitsune :)
Masterlist | Pinned Post | Part 1
â After a while Ghost seemed to be a bigger part of your life than you realised,a bigger comfort than knowingly willing.
â You seemed to find yourself excited to see when he would reply to your notes next,hiding off in your bedroom sometimes intentionally so that he would come into your house and reply.
â You had come to the conclusion that if he wanted to hurt you he wouldâve by now. He had told you descriptions of how you looked at work,how the guy that yelled at you was âdealt withâ he knew everything about your life and seemed to protect you yet you had no idea why so whilst writing your next note you included the question.
â Hey Ghost, how come you chose me? Like why are you helping me? I would say you barely know me but you seem to know me more than I know myself haha.
Love,Y/n.
â You quickly scribbled out the ending,reminding yourself for a moment that this man was stalking you quite literally.
â The idea scared you but you supposed he was closer to a guardian angel rather than anything.
â After a few hours of listening to music in your room you slipped downstairs to grab yourself a drink,almost forgetting about the note you left until you saw it replaced with a familiar sticky note.
â Because youâre a beautiful woman,truly. I see what you do for other people even when others donât. A beautiful person. I saw you scribble out the ending,donât be afraid of me dove.
Love,Ghost.
â You stared at the note for a moment before writing out yet another note.
â Thank you haha,when can I know what you look like though? Can I not even get your phone number or something so you donât have to break into my house every time I wanna talk to you?
â You wrote out the note before grabbing your original drink and heading back upstairs,hoping for a reply soon.
â In some sick way you had grown unscathed by the man that entered your house while you werenât home,the man who entered your house while you actually were home,sitting upstairs oblivious to the rest of the home.
â In your mind you continued to remind yourself that heâs your stalker and heâs dangerous but thereâs a part of you that just doesnât believe that voice in your head telling you to run.
â You fall asleep soon after writing that note though awake a few hours later to see a pile of your underwear,carefully folded and cleaned and you smile realising that Ghost has been in yet come to the horrific discovery that that man had seen you sleeping.
â If he was going to hurt you he wouldâve done it by now. You remind yourself before walking downstairs to read his note again.
â You ainât gonna see what I look like any time soon lovie,hope you enjoy your washing.
You can message me on this number.
1567-####-####
Love,Ghost.
â You smiled now that you had finally gotten even a little bit of information about him and you quickly ran upstairs as you grabbed your phone typing in the number and sending it a message.
â Ghost?
â You smile as the phone quickly lights up after your message was sent.
â Hey lovie.
Hey guys if you like this post you should follow my Wattpad to get a notification when I post my ghost fic! Itâs Christmas themed,slow burn and I know youâll all definitely love it - Char đ
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Title: Can't sleep without you
Parings: Matt sturniolo x reader
Small synopsis: You and Matt have an argument and Matt can't go to sleep without talking to you about it
Time to read: just over 3mins roughly
Word count: 582 words
Warnings: none rrly but angst and slight fluff
Song recommendation: My love mine all mine-Mitski
The silence was deafening even with the tv playing in your room but you werenât paying attention to the show that was playing. Your hands were placed on your knees feeling some sort of comfort. Mattâs words replaying over and over in your mind with the same tone and the same angered expression.
âYouâre suffocating me! I'm your boyfriend not someone you need to protect all the goddamn timeâ
It was a simple miscommunication that turned into a full blown argument and no matter what you or Matt said to diffuse the situation it made things 10x worse. Now Matt was sitting in his room, whilst his brothers were asleep, as his guilt wrapped around him..strangling his thoughts with how your face looked.
What you didnât realise was that Matt couldnât take the guilt so he left his room and got into his car and started driving to your place.
It wasnât normal to have arguments like this, maybe an occasional row but nothing that would make both of you feel broken inside. You looked at your phone wanting to text Matt but you didnât want to seem clingy, the tv was still playing so you ended up turning it off and laying your head onto your pillow wanting to fall asleep. Just as soon as you were slowly getting to sleep a knock was heard on your door. Hesitating, you eventually got up and opened the door.
âMatt, what-what are you doing here?â you asked him, however you couldnât deny you were glad to see him. His hair was ruffled and he wore a white t-shirt under his jacket. Matt placed his hands in his jogger pockets.
âCan I come in?â
You nodded and let him in, Matt sat on your sofa. Silence took over as the awkwardness became more apparent. âIâm sorry,â was all he said but his voice had a bit of a deepness to it. You noticed his leg was slightly bouncing up and down.
âNo, itâs okay. We both said things but you were right..I was being too protective of you and Iâm sorry for thatâ you admitted but he shook his head immediately. He wanted to get up and hug you but instead he sat down next to you and that was all.
âDonât say that..listen, sweetheart I love it when youâre protective of me it shows how much you care. It's just sometimes I canât understand how I got so lucky, Iâm just not used to itâ He placed his hand on your knee. You let out a sigh unsure of what to say.
âYou mean so much to me, I never wanted to make you upset. Can I hug you?â He asked you. Your eyes look up into his and nod your head, Matt smiles and wraps his arms around your waist: resting his head on yours. âI love you so much, Mattâ you finally say.
Hearing your voice made him feel content and that was all he wanted. âI love you too sweetheartâ
You placed your hand into his as he placed a kiss on your head. A slight yawn escaped Mattâs lips and an idea popped into your head. âItâs getting late and youâre tired. Maybe you should stay the night..only if you want toâ you suggested.
âI would like that very much,â you guided him to your room and put your tv on while falling asleep next to him and the relief of understanding washed over you.
AHHH my first Matt Sturniolo fanfic done!! let me know if you want more! also this is my masterlist if you're curious as to what i write <3
#matt sturniolo fanfic#matthew bernard sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#x reader#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#sturniolo fandom#tags#masterlist#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo
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Answers to "please stop"
No.
I can't.
I won't.
I don't want to.
I don't know how.
I will soon.
But then how will you learn?
We're almost done.
It's almost over.
Ask me again!
Oh well, if you're asking that politelyâŠ
Fine. For now.
Only once I've come up with something more fun.
Only once you've come up with something more fun.
Or what?
I know you can go a little bit longer.
You know I won't.
I love it when you beg.
I hate it when you beg.
I'm so bored by your begging.
Not until you're too weak to ask me to.
But I don't have anything better to do.
I wish I could.
Alright! See? All you had to do was ask nicely.
I'm not doing anything.
What, exactly?
Just once more, I promise!
Just once more, I promise! (đ€)
You're doing this to yourself.
You wanted this.
You want this.
You know you made me do this.
Are you ready to give me what I want, then?
I will once you give in.
What will you give me in return?
Why should I?
You know there is only one way to end this.
You know there is only one way this will end.
(Answers to "it hurts")
#whump#whump dialogue prompt#whump dialogue#whump prompt#whumblr#i had 2 ppl request a part two to the it hurts one#and i couldnt come up w enough stuff i liked#so here#have this instead#I wrote this all down yesterday when i was trying to fall asleep and i kept coming up w new things so i just kept unlocking my phone and#writing stuff down#i thought i had way less than last time but it's actually much more#granted i rly leaned into the differences just slight wording changes make#also i feel like half of these would do so much better with some sort of term of endearment stapled onto theme#them#so when reading them just imagine some of them with a darling or a sweetheart or a honey tacked onto them bc that's how i imgined them#also if these writing prompts end up on kinblr again and someone accuses me of forgetting safe words just know i'm gonna break into your#house and put mustard in your shoes
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I am going to loose my mind trying to organise this funeral. And it's just me doing most of it alone so i cannot stop. I have to keep going
Okay.... warning i did hit 30 tags. Like u been warned if u open my tags u will be scrolling
I need a cigarette so bad and I can't drink because health. And I'm SO WIRED
#i slept after doing funeral stuff#had a dream my dad was alive and there had been mistake#woke up 7am did funeral stuff#went to sleep again and woke up with Health Symptoms#briefly sat outside#more funeral stuff#emails#phone calls#planning#checking anf rechecking anf recchecking and rechekcigng my damn to do list and emails bc i am so traumatised by#the amount of times i will forget literally any and every thing of little or great importance#music planning#email#photos and massive crying fit#break to eat#looked through 7 photo albums until my mother got mad bc she doesn't wanna do that#looked through cd after cd after cd for 3 hours of photos and some did not have photos and some had funny childhood things and i learnt a#lot about my dad from the cd from the old Brick Box Computer backup from 15 years ago and laughed so hard i triggered my asthma#and couldn't stop cry laughing hysterically for minutes#more photos#checking obsessively my email again anf adding shit to the to do list#and now....#i .... need to sleep but I'm so fucking wired#this is just like when i was at uni#i would work day in day out until i passed out. fall asleep with my laptop on my chest. dream of essays snd research papers. wake up and#start writing without even leaving bed#no fucking wonder i was so suicidal holy fuck???????#all I'm doing is funeral planning for my father but it's like being at uni again with deadlines just not enough time and the urgency
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Trying to write despite my huggggeeeeeee writers block and holy shit I'm. Really aware of how small my vocabulary is TwT cries wails weeps and sobs
#i dropped out of school for some extra context i feel sososoooo STUPID all the time !!!!#AND ANYWAY I KEEP NOTICING ALL THE REPEATING THINGS I HAVE AND MY PHONE KEYBOARD IS MAKING IT EVEN MKORE NOTICEABLE W THE RECCOMENDED WORDS#AND IM GOING INSANE#LET ME WRITE QUEER PEOPLE TO FALL ASLEEP IN PEACE WHY ARE YOU CAUSING PYSCHHOLOGICAL DAMAGE#sorry HFND#txt#reads cool things. inspired. oh. i cant words!!!!!! ... but i can feelings..
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â.Ë áĄŁđ© â â early morning moments with skz !
âș đč . genre: fluff! jisung's a tiny bit suggestive
âș đč . a/n: since i've done late night moments with them, i think it's only fitting i write this as well! enjoyy <33 pls let me know your thoughts by reblogging or leaving a comment <3 (inspired by some of these prompts <3)
ïżœïżœïżœïżœà§ chan đà§
Youâve been awake for a while now, snuggling and holding each other close as half of your body was on top of your boyfriendâs, almost latching onto him like a koala bear without shame. And he didnât mind, Chan never did, content with being glued to you in every situation, hugging you so tightly like he wanted you to morph into one, the same entity kept alive by the beating of a singular heart.
âYou fell asleep in the first 20 minutes of the movie last night.â You whisper, drawing random shapes on his exposed pecs, laying in the crook of his neck. Chan makes an apologetic sound before heâs interrupted by a yawn, stretching his arms above his head and letting one fall to curl around your middle. âSorry, baby. I guess I was pretty tired.â
Tired is an understatement, and you laugh, lazily reaching for your phone on the nightstand to show him exactly what youâre talking about, with him tugging you right back to his chest when you stretch too far. There is a picture of Chan, sitting on the couch with his head thrown back and mouth open, snoring away while the movie heâs been begging you to watch together was rolling in the background.
The laugh he lets out is quieter than usual, the remains of sleep obvious in his half-closed eyes and deeper voice. âDamn, I was out like a light.â
You continue cuddling for a while before agreeing itâs time to start your day, reluctantly separating and sitting up at the end of the bed, adopting the same stance.
Heâs still mumbling about something when you notice his hair sticking out in every direction, reaching out to tame the curls before stealing a kiss which only makes your boyfriend want another, and another until twenty minutes have passed and youâre still in bed, snuggling and making out like the world outside your bedroom did not exist.
đৠminho đà§
âMinho.â You whisper, tossing and turning under the blanket to face him, peering at his sleeping face. Your boyfriend was on his back, resting peacefully, unaware of the godly beauty he possessed, one people would surely go to war for, chest rising and falling rhythmically.
He doesnât respond so, you try again. âMinho!â this time, he scrunches his nose cutely and rolls over, away from you and your antics he was too tired to be a victim of this early in the morning.
âMinho, are you awake yet?â You know what they say, third time is the charm because your boyfriend responds instantly, voice loud and clear, the opposite of your soft tone which takes you by complete surprise. âNo.â
âOh, okay.â you whisper, feeling bad for disturbing him. âSorry.â you almost turn on your side and succumb to slumber before it hits you. Without warning, you swing a leg over his torso before rolling yourself over him to land on the other side of the bed, ignoring all his groans in protest.
âLiar!â Youâre nose to nose now and Minho barely gets to open his eyes before you push his shoulder, causing him to fall on his back as you climb to straddle him. You waste no time leaning down and connecting your lips in a sweet kiss, cupping his cheeks and squeezing affectionately. As much as he wanted to complain, Minho couldnât help but smile against your lips, body melting into the mattress while one of his veiny hands moved to rest on your exposed thigh, needing to feel more of you.
He should lie more often if this is the reward he gets.
đৠchangbin đà§
âBinnie.â Youâre gentle as you brush curly hair strands from his forehead, smiling when he instantly leans into your touch. âMy love, I know youâre awake.â
âThen you should also know I hate waking up to an empty bed.â He pouts, eyes still closed stubbornly. With the same fond smile, you roll your eyes, hand dropping down to slowly trace his every feature, knowing he could never resist you.
âI had a good cause, I promise.â When he doesnât budge, you reach for the tray on the nightstand and place it across his lap, over the blanket, careful his smoothie doesnât spill over. âI made breakfast.â
Just like magic, his eyes snap open and he sits up so quickly you wonder if he got whiplash that was instantly cured by the smell of his favorite breakfast. His eyes sparkle as his gaze moves back and forth from the tray to you, so touched and grateful as he takes it all in, noticing the effort you put in so early in the morning just to cook a feast and surprise him with breakfast in bed. Nobodyâs ever done something like this for him, love him so deeply and openly. Is this what being the luckiest man in the world felt like?
âI love you.â The words stumble out without second thought, eyes misty, forgetting all about being upset and giving you attitude. When you laugh, he does too, carefully leaning over the food to kiss you, the love of his life that adored him in the exact same way he adored you.
Love is the greatest gift heâs ever received and as selfish as it sounds, Changbin hopes youâll continue loving him this way for the rest of your shared lives, that youâll always remain by his side. He promises to continue eating your cooking even when youâre both old and grey, impaired taste and all.
đৠhyunjin đà§
The early hours of the morning found you in the arms of your beloved, sleeping away, undisturbed by the outside world and its people who were already hurrying around to get to work on time. You wonât be joining them today, nor will the man whose warmth was currently engulfing you whole, creating a safe love bubble you never wanted to burst.
Your face was buried in his chest, the soft material of his t-shirt moving with each breath he took, his heartbeat rocking you to sleep every time your eyes opened to check the time. Old habits die hard, but Hyunjin always manages to calm your racing mind even from dreamland.
Half an hour later, when the sun starts to peek through the drawn curtains, youâre awakened by tiny paws jumping on the bed, breathing and barking loudly. So much for sleeping in. Hyunjinâs eyes open with a smile, arms tightening their hold on your middle as he brings you even closer, resting his chin on top of your head while squeezing tightly. Morning cuddles were a must, even if your boyfriendâs other baby was too impatient to be let out to allow you to enjoy them to the fullest.Â
âGood morning, love.â He greets you with a kiss, lingering there for the briefest moment before finally tearing himself from you, giggling down the hallway as he quickly goes to allow Kkami on the terrace.
He comes back rambling about something that happened at a schedule the other day, blinking the sleep away as he hands you a water bottle, yawning here and there. Unfortunately for him, youâre not listening, too distracted by the way his plump lips move and his husky voice, the words going in one ear and out the other as your inner monologue takes over.
âYour morning voice is so hot.â Hyunjin stops mid-sentence, momentarily taken aback before he bursts out laughing, dramatically collapsing back into bed and reaching for your hand to hold. âWhat?â
You nod, now sitting up against the headboard, eyes still zoned in on his pink and wet lips, enthralled. âTell me more, baby. What did Chan do?â âHe wasnât even there!â See, not paying attention at all. But who could blame you when your boyfriend couldnât take the hint and finally kiss you again?
đৠjisung đà§
âI had a dream about you.â Jisung perks up from his place on your chest, the TV running idly in the background, showing a random cartoon. âWas I hot?â âYou cheated on me.â
He gasps dramatically but doesnât move, too comfortable as you continue running your fingers through his freshly dyed hair, almost lulling him back to sleep. âAsshole move, dream me. Off with his head!.âÂ
You chuckle, kissing the top of his head and turning into a puddle once he begins leaving wet kisses on your neck, apologizing or most likely trying to distract you from how heâs been acting in your dream. It was working, because you lost your train of thought a couple of times before managing to speak again, eyes fluttering shut.
âYou were very mean, actually.â Jisung hums against your neck, licking the skin before his kisses move downwards, to your collarbones, warm hands holding you down by the waist, touch burning pleasantly through your thin clothing.
âIâm sorry, baby.â He props his head up, chin resting right above your chest as his eyes bore into yours with a familiar intensity. âPlease let me make it up for you.â
Thatâs what he says but ten minutes into making out and caressing each otherâs bodies, his head falls tiredly to his previous place on your chest and youâre both out like a light, the warmth and cloudy weather of the early morning casting the spell of sleep on your forms and trapping you in bed for another three hours.
đৠfelix đà§
You were not a morning person, it was a well-known fact by everyone in your life. Especially by your boyfriend who usually stayed up to keep you company, talking the hours away and giggling under the blankets until you both passed out just as the moon was retiring for the day.
So, youâre more than perplexed when one very early morning, you feel a warm hand caressing your cheek, followed by soft lips peppering feather-like kisses on every inch of your face, coaxing you awake.
âBaby,â his deep voice calls, barely above a whisper to not scare you, leaving a kiss on the corner of your mouth this time, âwake up, angel.â
You make a face, eyes still closed in protest and make to turn over, away from him until you feel the bed dip and his hand in your hair, massaging the scalp gently. Was Felix trying to wake you up or lull you back to sleep? Pretty sure he was just as confused.
When he leans down again, hovering over your face, your arms spring up and lock at the back of his neck, quickly bringing him down and bumping your noses together. You see his eyes widen, inhaling sharply as he realizes what youâre about to do and dodges your kiss last second, lips landing on his cheekbone instead.
Groggy and grumpy from being woken up this early, you pout, relaxing under his weight as his chest presses yours down. âKiss me!â Felix chuckles and shakes his head, hands on either side of your head holding him up. âNot until you wake up and join me in the kitchen.â Once he sees you shake your own head and move to try and kiss him again, he adds. âI have a surprise!â
Now why didnât he say so from the beginning? You release him but he doesnât move away immediately, smiling from ear to ear before kissing your forehead and scooping you out of bed in one swift movement, strong arms under your knees as he giggles and jogs towards the kitchen, face brightening up when a smile finally graces your features. Â
đৠseungmin đà§
Every single morning, Seungmin was the first to wake up without fail, reaching for you to bring your body to his chest and cuddle until you also did, just laying there since he never wanted you to wake up alone.Â
Thatâs why when you woke up earlier than usual, with his chin resting on your shoulder and hot breath hitting your cheek, you didnât hesitate to move around and bring the blanket further up your bodies, making sure you were both covered and comfortable among the many pillows.
âYour feet are cold.â But Seungmin doesnât respond, legs intertwined and body still glued to yours like he never wanted to let go, couldnât. You sneak a glance over your shoulder and find his eyes closed, long eyelashes kissing the top of his cheeks as he rested, sleeping deeply. For the first time since youâve known him, Seungmin didnât smile in greeting as you woke up, still sleeping soundly like it was the most normal thing in the world.
It felt a bit strange, but your heart only grew as you watched him, admiring his side profile and the peaceful look on his face, the furrow between his eyebrows absent as dreamland took care of him.
You never got the chance to do this, wake up first and let your thoughts run wild as you resist the urge to squeeze his cheeks and plant kisses all over his face, love pouring out at a dangerous pace, threatening to suffocate him at any moment. Not like Seungmin would mind, adoring you too much to not allow you to do whatever you pleased.
As careful as you can be, one of your hands trails down and intertwines your fingers, gently bringing your connected hands to your chest as you curl further into him, content with getting more cuddle time, loving every single moment.
đৠjeongin đà§
âDid you know you talk in your sleep?â You mumble into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to hide from the obnoxious sunlight that is threatening to take your lover away with the start of a new day.
Jeongin laughs, incredulous. âNo way! Iâve had countless roommates and none of them have ever complained about me randomly rambling in my sleep.â He headbutts you affectionately, almost like a cat, and snuggles closer, also bothered by the sun but too lazy to get up and close the curtains he forgot about last night.
âIâm not complaining.â Looking up, you share a breath as you move to plant a small kiss on his nose, smiling when it scrunches up in fake annoyance, knowing your boyfriend loved morning cuddles as much as you did. âI actually think itâs kind of endearing.â
He rolls his eyes, big hand drawing circles on your back under the blanket, soothing you in an attempt to get you both to fall back asleep. Mornings were not his thing, and he really didnât want to leave you, clingier than usual. The bed was so warm, and you were so soft and smelt so good, how could he ever think about leaving? Not like heâd ever admit it out loud.
âWhat did I say?â He chooses to entertain you, stretching his whole body before bringing the blanket over your heads and moving his arms to hug you, turning on his side so youâre face to face. You pause, momentarily mesmerized by his beauty, messy hair and puffy eyes only making him look even more adorable in your eyes. Tracing his bottom lip, he puckers them to gently kiss your finger. âI donât know, I donât speak gibberish.â
He groans, regretting he asked and hiding his face in his pillow. âYou also snore.â âI do not!âÂ
#stray kids#skz#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#stray kids headcanons#skz headcanons#stray kids fluff#stray kids imagines#stray kids fanfic#skz fluff#bang chan x reader#lee know x reader#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#han jisung x reader#felix x reader#seungmin x reader#jeongin x reader
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Whumptober 2023
Day 30
(@whumptober)
By - B.W
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~ Swearing
~ Mentions of Death
~ Mentions of ED
~ Pretty Angsty
Enjoy!
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Laying alone in a hospital proved to be a fate worse than death.
Karyme had nothing to do. She layed still, eyes staring at the ceiling.
The room was a pale white color, a bit decorated for Christmas.
Karyme only frowned. She had nothing to celebrate, especially in the hospital.
Everyone was so damn festive, and it was getting on her nerves.
She had missed so much, and no shitty holiday could make up for it.
So she remained blank.
...
Only someone wasn't having it..
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Karyme stared out her window, watching the snow fall. She had missed the first snow fall, along with so much more.
She laid on her side, eyes focused straight ahead, basically blocking everything else out.
Her room remained undecorated, unlike the rest of the place.
She had kicked everyone out of her room. Selyna forbid she wanted to be alone, because apparently that wasnât an option here. Everyone kept trying to cheer her up, but it only made her feel worse.
She would take death over this any day. She had nothing here. She was nothing here.
Karyme didnât recognize herself anymore. She was overly thin, the clothes she wore looking five times her size. She was pale and looked like death had warmed over. Her eyes were red and puffy.
And everything hurt.
Everything hurt so much.
Despite her advancements, she still couldn't hold down any real food. She was hooked up to IV's which were her only source of food at the moment.
..She thought they would realize by now that she was getting sick on purpose..
Guess they didnât care enough..
But to sum it up, she was miserable.
Not even Kaiden could cheer her up, but he tried.
Oh boy did he try.
A creak of her room door did nothing to her concentration. She kept staring ahead.
"Hey.." A voice says. "I got you some real food.. if you want to try again.."
Karyme frowns but says nothing.
The person moves to her other side, sitting next to her. She can only see Kaiden's face in the corner of her eye, and yet she ignored him.
"Come on Karyme.." Kaiden whispers. "Don't tell me you've given up.. you know I won't let you do that."
No response.
Kaiden frowns. "Can you at least look at me.?"
Karyme glances up at him for a spilt second and goes back to looking out the window.
"That's a start.." He mumbles. "..doctor said you've been progressing well.. you can almost walk on your own again-"
"..what's the point.?" Karyme whispers.
".what.?" Kaiden asks.
"..im gone, Kaiden.. no amount of doctors can fix that.." She says.
"Hun, you're still here-"
"No, I'm not.. I'm someone else.. I'm not me.."
"Karyme.." Kaiden starts. "I know it's been hard.. but-"
"You don't." Karyme says coldly. "You don't know anything."
Kaiden sighs. "You're right, I don't." He leans in a bit. "So teach me. Let me in."
"..i don't want to talk right now.." Karyme mumbles.
"If not now then when?" Kaiden asks. "We both know you'll never talk about it."
Karyme shrugs, turning her head away from him.
Kaiden only frowns further. "I get it, okay? You hate it here and you're miserable. I hate it here too.."
"I hate it here because it's the place where I saw the consequences of my actions.â He says. âI saw what I did to you..â
Karyme says nothing.
âI want to know you, the real you.â Kaiden mumbles. âNot the one I thought was you.â
Karyme takes a quivering breath. â..stop..â
âNo, you need to hear this.â He says. âYou can hate me, scream at me, hit me, hell, if this is it for us.. then so be it.â
Karyme frowns. â..Kaiden..â
âTalk to me. Tell me what you want. Iâll be whatever you want me to be.â He tells her.
âI..â She frowns further. â..I want..â
Kaiden gives her a look.
â..I want to rest..â She finally whispers.
Kaiden takes a deep breath. âOkay.. like by yourself..?â
âNo..â Karyme mumbles. â..not like that..â
Kaiden raises an eyebrow. âThen what.?â
Karyme looks at him. â..I want to rest forever..â She whispers.
Kaiden frowns. âThatâs not an option here.â
âYou said whatever I want..â She says upset.
âHold on now, donât get upset..â He says softly. âKaryme, you know that isnât something Iâm willing to do, not even for you.â
â..youâre being selfish..â Karyme says, eyes narrowing.
Kaiden sighs. âThatâs fair..â
Karyme turns her head away from him, tears in her eyes. Kaiden frowns.
âDo you want to be alone, then.?â He asks.
Karyme doesnât respond.
Kaiden sighs again. âIâll be back in a bit..â
He leaves the room, and Karyme is alone.
Once the door shuts, the tears fall. Karyme buries her head in her pillow, sobs wrecking through her body.
She begins to rip the IVs out of her arm, tears running down her face. Immediately a beeping sound fills the room as Karyme pushes herself out of her bed.
As her feet come in contact with the cold floor, a pain shoots through her leg. She hisses, and struggles to maintain her balance.
She takes a step forward.
Then another.
And another.
A wave of dizziness hits her, but she still tries to take another step forward.
That proves to be a bad idea as soon as she steps forward, for her legs give out under her and she plummets to the floor.
She feels her head hit the floor pretty hard, and her vision goes blurry..
She closes her eyes, focusing on her breathing.
Itâs slow and painful to breathe, she notices.
She hears the noises getting farther from her, which canât be a good sign.
She lets herself go fully limp, waiting for the darkness to take her..
..expect it never does.
Instead, a pair of arms wrap around her, lifting her up as if she was nothing.
She instinctively holds onto them, having no strength to complain.
Thereâs a voice, but itâs too far to hear.
She registers the person laying her back down on her bed, and then something damp is placed against the side of her head.
She immediately feels the burn, but she can only groan softly and turn her head slightly.
A hand cups the side of her face, and slowly turns it back to its original spot.
The touch is gentle, and easily recognizable. Karyme feels suddenly safe here.. all of her worries fading into nothingness.
The person continues to talk, but she canât make out any words.
Instead, she lets herself give into unconsciousness, trusting that sheâs okay with him..
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#whumptober#whumptober day 30#whump writing#welp#Okay yâall hear me out#I know itâs November now#But I was super busy and hardly had any time to write#And when I did try to write I had no ideas#Anywho I tried to write this at night#But my sleep schedule has gotten so bad that I donât even register falling asleep anymore#Like one second Iâm writing on tumblr#And then the next I wake up suddenly and itâs 5 am and my phone is off#So yea sorry bout that#Last post will hopefully be up later today#Anywayssss thatâs all#and as always#enjoy! :)
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pairing: suna, tsukishima, ushijima, osamu, sakusa, and iwaizumi x fem!reader (separate) note: thank you for the request @nicoleisdumb ! this was so fun to write and a nice refreshing break from jjk :3 miss writing abt these boys. summary: You forgot date night ! Oops... now your man is ignoring you?? How are you gonna fix this? content: slight angst to fluff, established relationships (marriage for a few, hehehehehe I will always find a way to sneak babies in), cursing, kinda suggestive for kiyoomi's part. not proofread!!!! wc: 3.3k
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Rintaro is not one to usually get upset when you forget things because you're human just as he is and he forgets things all the time. He forgets his keys at home sometimes, or his wallet, sometimes he forgets his birthday, etc. (never his phone, he always has that thing).
There has never been a day that he's forgotten a date or an anniversary to your surprise. Lately, though, work has consumed both you and your boyfriend. He was handling it better though, because when you'd get home you would immediately collapse onto the bed and fall asleep. Rintaro would make sure to change you into something more comfortable and at least clean your face with a warm, wet cloth and your face wash.
Today was no different from any others. As soon as you remove your shoes and lay in the bed, all of your problems don't matter anymore. It was only around 7 pm then.
The morning had arrived in a blur. Finally, you had a day off. This morning is off though, because you don't wake up with a set of pajamas on or Rin's t-shirt. That was your first clue to something being off.
The second clue was the fact that he is not in bed. Rin doesn't get up out of bed unless he absolutely has to. Usually, he's holding you captive in his arms. Before you investigate, you take the initiative to shower and brush your teeth. When you're in a fresh pair of clothes; a tank top and shorts, you slowly make your way into the living room, sleep still in your body.
A brown tuft of hair sticks out from under your mickey mouse blanket and a body way too big for the couch is curled up on it. Why is he sleeping on the couch?
"Rin, baby, why are you on the couch?" Silence. He's awake, you know it because of the sound from his phone that's muffled by the blanket. Is he ignoring you? There's no way... he must not have heard you.
So you speak up in case he didn't hear you the first time, "Morning, Rin!"
Still nothing. He doesn't even move. What is his problem? Your mood instantly deflates into something sour. There was a hope within you that you would finally get to spend time with him today. Be it cuddles or going out.
Since he's not talking to you, you'll just decide to make breakfast in order to pass the time and fill the silence. While breakfast is being made you try to think of things you could have possibly done to upset him.
Then it suddenly clicks... you wanted to go out with him today. He had planned to take you out yesterday. That had to be it, right?
"Rinnie was yesterday date night? I'm sorry for forgetting. I think you had tickets for something? I feel so fucking bad, baby." Sleep had instantly taken you last night that you forgot to set an alarm or something so you could remember date night.
He still didn't say anything, but he did get up from the couch to get some food. His gold eyes were cold and unforgiving.
"Rintaro. I'm really sorry. I guess my body got used to going to sleep right when I got home. I didn't even check to see if we were doing anything yesterday. I'll make it up to you, we can go out tonight?"
He's not mad at you, not anymore at least. Even though he's not mad at you, he kind of wanted to be. It's hard for him to be upset with you for too long.
"Don't fall asleep this time, sleepyhead." That familiar smile that you know so well appears on his face. It causes you to smile just as wide if not wider.
In seconds your arms are wrapped around him in a loving hug. "I won't fall asleep. Promise."
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Kei is mean and petty about it. Date night is usually something simple like Netflix and some homemade snacks or something of the sorts. Mainly because the two of you like to stay in rather than go out.
He texted you asking where you were, only for you to reply that there was some old close friend of yours visiting town, so you decided to hang out with them.
When you got home late into the night, it was a little too quiet for you. Kei is probably asleep or playing on his play station, you assume. So, without even knowing that your boyfriend is upset, you go through your whole nightly routine.
Upon entering your bedroom you see his body lying in bed, his chest rising and falling every second. "I'm home." Leaves your lips in a whisper. There is no response so you assume he's asleep.
Halfway through the night you can't sleep, at all. It's probably because your boyfriend's comforting hands aren't wrapped around you, like usual.
You softly nudge your boyfriend's side trying to ease him awake, "Kei."
After a few more tries he finally startles awake, "what?"
"I can't sleep." You whine, "I need you to hug me."
"Shoulda' thought 'bout that before you went off with your friend instead of having date night." His tone is sour, from both being woken up and from you forgetting date night.
A small gasp leaves your lips, suddenly the conversation you two had a week prior to last night floods your brain. You weren't working that day and neither was Kei, which meant you guys could have your annual movie marathon.
"I'm sorry baby, I completely forgot..." He doesn't say anything to you and you can't tell what he's thinking because his back is facing you.
With a new spring of motivation you hop out of bed to make some of your favorite movie snacks and grab your laptop, before heading back to your bedroom.
"How about a redo?" Kei turns his body to look at you, he eyes the snacks and your computer. How could he stay mad at you?
"Hurry up before I change my mind." A huge cat-like grin adorns your pretty face.
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"Daddy, why red circle?" Your little son Nao asks looking at the calendar on the fridge.
"Mommy and Daddy were supposed to go out tonight, but work called Mommy and asked her to come." Wakatoshi explains to his three year old.
The original plan was for Nao's nanny to come a little early because Wakatoshi finally had time off of work and so did you. When she came to take care of your son you two were going to go to dinner and see this new jazz group.
Wakatoshi had only told his son part of the truth, you did have to suddenly go to work but it wasn't because they called you in, it was because you requested to work late, so you could have more time off in the future.
The only reason he sugar-coded it was, because he would never want to paint you in a bad light.
The both of you have enough to support the household and live a steady life so he has no idea why you decided to go into work tonight. It seems you'd even forgotten that you were supposed to go out on a date with him tonight.
"Mommy not gettin' dinner with you?" He asks for clarity.
"Yeah, that's right." He gives the little guy a pat to the head.
"So it's just you and me. After bath time and dinner we can do something fun like watch a movie."
"We watch Dootopa?" He asks with a beaming smile on his face.
"You wanna watch Zootopia?"
"Yes yes!!!" That is his all time favorite movie. Flash the sloth is his favorite character next to Judy Hopps.
"Okay, well lets hurry up and get bath time and dinner time over with."
When you arrive home, your two favorite boys are fast asleep on the couch. You make the assumption they've been watching movies all night because Toy Story 2 is playing and neither are awake to watch it.
Nao is curled up in his father's lap, while Wakatoshi's hand is supporting him in case he falls.
You pick the sleeping little boy up in order to take him to his bed. Wakatoshi ever the light sleeper awakes when you remove Nao from his lap.
Instead of smiling and kissing you goodnight he turns the TV off and proceeds to walk straight to your shared bedroom without a word.
You quickly place your son down in his bed kissing him goodnight. You know why he's upset with you and there's an eagerness for you to fix it.
"I totally forgot about dinner, honey, I'm sorry." Those words leave your lips as soon as you enter your bedroom.
Your hurry to change into something more comfortable so you can join him in bed.
"Don't be mad 'Toshi." He grunts, his back is turned to you, so who knows what he's thinking.
Luckily for you he tends to not hold grudges.
"I'll get us a reservation at your favorite place," desperation seeps into your voice when he still doesn't answer you, "I really feel dumb for calling into work today, please cut me a break baby-"
"You aren't dumb, by any means, and I'm not mad. I'm confused." That's when you remember that Wakatoshi doesn't usually ignore you when he's upset about something.
The reason he doesn't say anything is usually because he's thinking.
You wait for him to tell you why he's confused and as you do so you sink into bed. At the point he turns over to see your face.
"I'm confused as to why you needed to work late when you already have so many days off."
"Well- I was hoping the three of us could go on vacation this summer, if the team doesn't require you to do your workouts there." His confusion is replaced with awe.
"Just ask them for days off, if they dock your pay it won't matter. We have enough to live comfortably, I promise." It feels good to finally have your man looking into your eyes again. A relieved sigh leaves your lips.
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"Forgettin' something?" Your husband asks right before you walk out the door to go to your best friend's baby shower. He's leaning against the door frame, his huge arms flex when he goes to cross them over his equally large chest.
Is there something you're forgetting? Nothing rings a bell, so you assume he means you're about to forget to kiss him goodbye.
You lean into kiss him and he kisses you back of course, but there's still a pout on his face and he doesn't look satisfied.
"I love you, 'Samu! I gotta get going before I'm late!" So you forgot about it. You forgot that tonight Osamu was supposed to take you to the shop and fix up a nice dinner for you two at your favorite table. He'd serve your favorite wine and you two would talk about the stupidest things into the early hours of the morning. He even closed early for tonight.
I mean, he can't blame you, your best friend of a lifetime is having a baby shower, and of course she wants you there. It would have made him feel a little bit better if you at least remembered it, but you didn't.
Osamu wouldn't be a Miya if he wasn't at least a little bit petty about it. He's decided he'll ignore you until you figure out that you'd forgotten about your date tonight. Maybe if he's not too sour he'll make dinner for you.
The petty man in question has been watching the clock for the past twenty minutes. You were supposed to be home by now, because it's already 8:45 pm. The baby shower started at 6 and ended at 7, so, where are you?
Just as he asks himself that question, the telltale sound of keys on the other end of the door snaps him out of his trance.
"Hey baby, I'm back!" The door swings open and your pretty face greets him.
He doesn't say anything back to you, he just pretends to be busy on his phone.
"Sorry I got back so late, I stayed to help her clean everything up." Your eyes watch your husband carefully, checking for any sign of him being upset, because he doesn't say anything yet again.
"What's wrong, 'Samu?" Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He's definitely mad, now you just need to figure out why.
After a quick change into your slippers and your keys are on the rack you walk up to him, giving him a hug from behind. You rest your chin on his shoulder. He's scrolling through twitter, his personal one not the one for promoting the shop.
"Why are you sulking? You're acting like your brother." Osamu accepts his fate, you know he can't ignore you when you compare him to his brother.
"Do not compare me to that oversized baby." When he hears your beautiful laugh he almost forgets why he was upset, almost.
"Did I not tell ya that ya were forgettin' somethin' before ya left?" The question in his voice makes you think for a second.
"Was it not a kiss?" He shakes his head. Now you're completely lost.
"I was 'posed to take ya down to the shop and we were gonna eat at our table." When he finishes his sentence you gasp in remembrance. Oh shit. You forgot about date night.
"Baby, you can't possibly be telling me I had to choose you or her." He stiffens for a brief moment, then relaxes.
"Nah, I was just hoping ya'd at least remember it." A shudder rolls down his spine when you give him a small kiss on the neck.
"I'm sorry for forgetting, baby. Let's have a do ov-" Osamu doesn't allow you to finish because he scoops you up bridal style and brings you into the kitchen to set you down on the counter.
"Ya better watch me cook or I won't forgive you."
"Aye aye captian!"
"Yer so annoying." He smiles at you.
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"Bye baby! Mama and Dada love you!" Your baby girl waves at you shyly as you and Kiyoomi drop her off with her grandparents.
"I wuv you too! Bye bye Mama, bye bye Dada." Kiyoomi hugs his daughter tightly before setting her down next to her grandma.
"Alright, sweet girl, make sure to be good for nana and poppa okay?" She nods her adorable little head, the tiny ponytails you put in her hair swing rapidly.
As soon as you guys are in the car, a look of excitement flashes in your husband's eyes.
"What?" You can't help smile when he looks at you like that.
"Made us that reservation for brunch like you asked." Your smile immediately drops. You'd forgotten that you and Kiyoomi planned this whole weekend out already. You two had planned this weekend two weeks prior, which is kind of why you forgot and booked a mani-pedi for an hour from now.
"Fuckkkkk." Why do you forget the most important things?
"Kiyo, can we do dinner instead? I forgot about brunch and booked a mani-pedi because today is the only day my nail lady could fit me in."
A tension forms almost immediately when you inform him of your plans. Guilt is heavy on your stomach while listening to your husband cancel brunch over the phone. The rest of the car ride is silent except for the sound that's happening outside of the car.
Your husband is kind enough to drop you off at your nail appointment. You feel so bad as you hop out of the car, so in order to try and smooth things over you offer for him to come inside but he just mumbles a quick, "No thank you, I'll come get you when it's done."
That's how you ended up spilling everything to your nail lady. She shakes her head as she shapes the gel nails into the shape you asked for. "What's his favorite color on you, sweetheart?"
You think for a second before answering, "He loves when I get sage green." The woman gives you a knowing smile and you connect the dots as to what she's referring to.
"You want him to feel better? Take him to dinner and then give him a night to remember with those pretty nails. Works every time with my husband." She says with a mischievous smile.
Your eyes widen for a second, "Oh my- I- we haven't had time to do anything because our little girl requires most of our time, but she's with her grandparents for the weekend."
The nail lady giggles as she goes to find your color. "Honey, if that's not a sign to get laid then I don't know what is!"
When your appointment is over you see the cadillac waiting for you in the parking lot. Kiyoomi doesn't even bother to look up when you enter the car.
"Got your favorite color." You purr with a seductive smile on your face. Kiyoomi doesn't spare you a glance, "Cool."
"Stop being so mean, I'm sorry about brunch. I made a reservation for dinner." That finally baits his attention, he turns to you, a nasty look in his eyes.
"Oh I actually think I'm going to be busy, can't go to dinner." He mocks your voice to make you feel what he had felt earlier. He's being mean, but he doesn't mean it. He still kind of has this habit of getting defensive when he or his pride is hurt.
"Too busy to get a blowjob in the car after dinner?" You know you've got him when he stops breathing for a few seconds. Your husband is only a man, and what kind of man would he be to deny a blowjob from his wife?
"Shit, should have started with that. Let me see your nails." The whole time he inspects your pretty hands there's a smirk on your face.
"I love this color on you baby."
"I know you do Kiyo. Now, let's get home, we have to get ready for dinner tonight."
Having your daughter stay with her grandparents for the weekend was the best decision you guys have made in a while.
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Hajime has been ignoring you for the past two hours and you can't figure out why.
You know you haven't done anything to piss him off recently (or so you think), so his behavior is kind of strange. Nothing you did made him listen to you either.
He doesn't even let you know he's leaving for work, which reminds you of yesterday. You were so excited to go see your cousin's puppy you'd forgotten to tell your boyfriend you'd be out for awhile.
Suddenly while you're tidying up the kitchen you briefly remember him asking you on a date... yesterday.
That's probably why he's ignoring you.
So of course, being the problem solver you are, you head to the store to get stuff to set up a nice date at home.
You decorate the table with pretty rose petals and cook his favorite meal for him. Candles light up the table and two glasses of wine are set on the table.
Hajime lets out a loud groan as he enters the house, working with a bunch of athletes all the time is quite tiring. What he doesn't expect is the dimmed lights and quiet music playing from the alexa in the kitchen.
For the first time today he talks to you, "What's all this?"
"An apology for forgetting our date last night. I set up an at home date for us." He tries and fails to look upset, still.
"I'm glad you remembered," he pauses, "the day after our date." A snort leaves his lips and you roll your eyes.
"At least I remembered. Hurry up and put your stuff up so we can eat. The food is gonna get cold."
It's safe to say he forgives with the way a lopsided grin adorns his face.
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Lnds: Sticky little lover
Warning: vaguely suggestive, mentions of hickeys, fem!reader, clingy!reader, reader may or may not be the mc, there might be spelling mistakes, I haven't proofread yet.
Author's note: Awieee thank u sm pookie! I understand the feeling of wanting to latch onto the LIs~
Zayne:
Zayne wakes up with you on his chest, your leg over his crotch, and your arm across his stomach. To him, you were like a weighted stuffed toy and a weighted blanket, all at the same time. He wasn't complaining; maybe it was an excuse to stay in bed for another half an hour.
The bathroom is big enough for the two of you, with two wash basins, a separate shower, and a bathtub. There are three bathrooms in the house, but you always choose the one he uses. He's complained once, but you said you didn't like the interior design of the others. Side by side, you brush your teeth and comb your hair while he shaves and flosses. If you wake up earlier than usual, maybe he'll let you moisturize and exfoliate his face. It's no surprise Zayne leaves the bathroom door open for you. It's just normal for both of you to cross paths in the large bathroom.
When he leaves for work, you never miss a day to kiss his nose and give him a quick peck. You embrace him with two arms, but he hugs you back with one, the other hand holding his bag. You don't mind.
Your message gallery is filled with pictures of your mundane life: a snapshot of a book you're reading, the new coffee you tried, the little teacup Maltese that reminded you of him. Even though he's busy, he always finds time to react, and if he doesn't, he brings up the picture when you pick him up at the end of the day. He never forgets.
Calm days are spent in each other's presence. You always cling to him in one way or another. While he's reading a book, your feet are on his lap, and his fingers unknowingly knead your ankles. While watching a movie, your shoulders touch, and your hands are intertwined. When you react to the film, his hand, still holding yours, follows your movements.
Dates are always fun. It doesn't matter where you go or what you do as long as Zayne's in your company. Cafe dates are cute, but Zayne always calls you out for staring at him with a weird look in your eyesâyou were admiring him. Whenever you walk, you cling to him, wrapping yourself around his forearm while playfully weighing him down. He stumbles for a second but smiles.
You love leaving hickeys on him, even bite marks if he allows, but the rule is never above the collar of his shirt. You oblige 97% of the time. The other 3%, you sneak in a light hickey that passes off as a mosquito bite, just peeking through the collar of his dress shirt. Sometimes, there's one behind his ear, barely visible. He never knows, but the doctors and patients at the hospital do.
When you're apart, you always call him and go about your day. At night, you video call and try to stay awake, only to snooze off. Zayne chuckles at your attempts to wash the tiredness away, but sometimes, he falls asleep with you. In the morning, both of your phones end up overheating and out of battery.
Zayne loves your company, to others it may seem trouble some but with you, it was adorable. It's through your clingyness that he experiences feelings he never once did before, and those little things always brighten his day. You actions with him makes him feel more loved and he knows he has a hard time expressing them but with you around, it had become more and more easier.
Rafayel:
They say opposites attract, but you and Rafayel are the universal exception.
Rafayel doesn't like it when you're late. Even for a home-date, he fusses about being left alone too long and feeling abandoned. You laugh at his whining over text and enter his door. When he sees you, he jumps off the couch and pouts, "Finally, it took you long enough."
You're like magnets to each other. Wherever one goes, the other follows. If you're cooking ramen in the kitchen, Rafayel sneaks behind you, hugging your back and sniffing your hair. If he's watering flowers in the greenhouse, you sit nearby and watch a ladybug on a leaf. If he's painting, you're reading on a nearby couch. Rafayel's residence is too big for one person but just enough for two.
Rafayel whines when you do something without him, especially if it's something he wants to do. You once took a flower arrangement class without him, and he sulked, "Wow, you didn't even think to tell me? I wanted to do that with you." Even watching movies is hard because you need to pause and wait for him whenever he leaves the room. One time, you finished a mystery series without him, and he ate the tiramisu you were saving for dessert in revenge.
Matching clothes is a thing. He avoids tacky prints but opts for complementary outfits. Because of this, Rafayel buys clothes with you in mind, often choosing items with a feminine counterpart. His shoe closet and yours are practically the same, and you don't complain because Rafayel has good fashion taste.
You love cute matching items. You once bought a two-piece mug set with a heart design, and he took the other one without you knowing. He also took a keychain from your collection, matching the one you have in your wallet.
"Are you tired of me now?" he asks when you keep your distance, avoiding a hug. It's the middle of summer, and the AC is broken. You reek of sweat, and the last thing you want is to be touched. You sigh and pat his back, "After I take a bath, I'll give you all the hugs you want."
He asks about your plans every morning, almost as a ritual. You've gotten used to replying while getting ready. If both schedules permit, he joins you for grocery runs, laundry, or whatever mundane tasks you have. You make good use of him, letting him carry the bags even if you could do it yourself.
When Rafayel is at an exhibit, you bombard him with texts: jokes, articles, or random thoughts. He replies quickly, hiding from the audience, bored out of his mind. In return, he sends you pictures of his artwork, which you threaten to sell online as digital files. He blocks you for a good five minutes.
You're each other's wallpaper. Surprisingly, Rafayel asked to do it. You spent hours finding the perfect pose and recreating trending ones. Rafayel insisted on multiple retakes.
You were rafayel's missing piece. To him, you were the only thing that he has ever wanted in his life. He loved you dearly and a part of him was terrified that you don't reciprocate the same level of love as he does to you; but lo and behold, fate has given him a blessing after all those years of loneliness. His heart swoons at the very sight of your actions. You were clingy, that was factually true but the same goes for him. Nothing makes him more fulfilled than seeing you both think and love in the same wavelength.
Sylus:
His base has become your home. On days off, you often find yourself in one of three rooms: his bedroom, where you lie on his bed, tapping away on your phone or laptop; his kitchen, where the chef cooks whatever you want in exchange for listening to his stories from his little village; or the lobby, where Luke and Kieran update you on the most boring things in the building. Sylus doesn't mind at all; it's less work for Mephisto, and he can keep an eye on you.
Sylus's sleep schedule is the same as that of those in Linkon City. His days begin in the evenings, often leaving you lying in the big bed alone. Sylus is nearby or at his desk if he's not out on the streets. You like hugging his pillow because it smells like his 3-in-1 shampoo. If he's out on late-night trips, you selfishly steal his shirt from the closet, wear it on the pillow, and hug that to sleep, forcing yourself to be satisfied with what you got.
His lap is your chair. It doesn't matter where he's sitting; you always find yourself on him. Sylus sometimes complains about his thighs going numb, but when you leave, he yanks you back, positioning you between his legs, with your butt on the chair instead of his thigh. He goes back to his work as if nothing happened, occasionally sparing you a kiss on the forehead or rubbing his face against yours. If not, you shower his chest and neck with light pecks before snuggling into the crook of his neck.
His biceps are nice to the touch. On dates to the city, while waiting in line, you squeeze his muscles for entertainment, even through his thick leather jacket. He flexes for a minute before relaxing, amused at how easily you entertain yourself.
The boyfriend shirt phenomenon is common. You don't leave the base wearing his clothes, but you certainly walk around the area in them. Whether a turtleneck, a black blouse, or just a plain shirt, you're always wearing his clothes, even in his company.
You're an eccentric one, thats for sure. Sylus never truly got ahold of how you managed to change from being so distant to practically being glued to him. It was like he partnered up with a whole new different person. He wasn't complaining at all if anything, he found it admirable and a part of him was quietly relieved that time did all the adjusting between you and him. Despite being a bit too fussy at times, he'd be more than willing to compromise if that's what makes you happy.
Xavier:
You always steal his hoodies. They're big, soft, and smell like him, so you have two or three at home. Xavier scratches his head when he notices bare hangers in his closet. When you visit, he finally sees what's missing. No matter how many hoodies and jackets he buys for you, you always get your hands on his, almost becoming a problem. Now, he rotates his jackets, giving them to you on schedule.
Xavier's hair is too soft to be human. When he's on your lap, you massage his scalp and fidget with the ends of his silver hair. If you have hair elastics and a cute clip nearby, he ends up with his hair tied up or braided. He needs your help to take it off because it's too painful for him to do alone. Oops?
You prefer sitting beside him rather than across from him at a table. He didn't understand at first because he wanted to face you when eating. But when he's beside you, he slowly gets it. You like touching him one way or another. You enjoy your elbows touching or your thighs grazing each other. It's also convenient to lean slightly and rest your head on his shoulder.
Xavier loves bathing with you. The bathtub in his apartment is big enough for both. He likes the smell of your bath bombs and is sometimes fascinated by the toys or mini jewelry inside. Your back always presses against him, and he willingly holds you. On more stressful days, you light candles and open some cheap wine to enjoy in rose-covered water.
He's riddled with bite marks, even when not having sex. He's dozing off when you suddenly find his arm or leg appetizing. He jolts awake and tries to shake your grip, but it's too tight. When you've had enough, he stares at your work of art and wipes his saliva-coated limb. You grin, watching him wipe your fluids. Because of the frequency, he rarely lets his consciousness drift away when his bare arms and legs are around you.
When bathing alone, you use his shampoo instead of yours. It's surprising he doesn't use all-in-one shampoo and body wash; he uses baby shampoo. When confronted, he shrugs, saying it does the job, and recalls you like playing with his hair. His perfume and powder are also for babies.
In the eyes of Xavier, you were adorable even if your actions were questionable. You were cute, and he never once thought that your actions were a burden or suffocating. The things you do, the way you speak they were all precious in his eyes and Xavier understands that this was you way of showing your love for him. Because of that, he tolerates you every time you bite him.
Your gallery is full of his pictures. Candid photos you secretly take daily. Your favorite is when his cheeks are full of food, resembling a hamster. You take pictures when he's asleep, using you as a pillow. Sometimes, you're both looking at the camera, making random faces.
Author footnotes: I'm sorry if these were pretty general. I'm not the clingy type so I don't know how these type of people act but I wrote it with the things I observed from films and tiktok lol
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bad neighbor
member â neighbor!dino x f reader genre â smut, college au word countâ 6.3k synopsis â pros of living next door to a frat house: your neighbor is really really hot. cons of living next door to a frat house: probably everything else. smut warnings â descriptions of female anatomy, fingering, lots of making out, facial (cum on face), semi public sex (hooking up at a party) content warnings â slightly introverted!reader, chan is in college but reader isn't: can be interpreted as older!reader but that's up to you tbh, mentions of weed & alcohol (chan & reader are both sober), cameos from cheol & hoshi hehe notes â thanks again to @onlymingyus for helping me get my brain in order <3 please reblog or send an ask if you enjoyed reading!! it means a lot to me and it helps me continue writing :) i hope you like this fic!
it's still early in the evening when the music starts.
the sound of voices and cars honking outside your house draws your attention away from the latest episode of your favorite new show. you get up and walk over to the window, peeking out through the curtain at the bright headlights beaming at you.
with a sigh you push the curtain closed again, heading into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. if tonight is like any of the other nights, then it'll be a long time before you fall asleep. hopefully the chamomile will helpâis what you tell yourself every time. and every time, it doesn't help.
living in the same neighborhood as the frat houses from the nearby state university was certainly a choice, but the rent in the area was the cheapest in town and you didn't have many options left. with the fall semester coming up fast, every other apartment complex and condo in the city was already rented out. after moving in, you'd quickly discovered why the rent was so cheap: not because the house was in bad condition or because the location was inconvenient, but because of the parties. nearly every fucking night.
you might actually be impressed at how these college kids find the energy to party so often, if you werenât so fed up with them. every friday and saturday night, and even sometimes during the week, at least one house on your block was throwing some kind of wild party.
by now you'd seen it all: drunk girls throwing up on your lawn, shirtless guys doing keg stands in the middle of the cul-de-sac, people making out literally everywhere. and yes, including that one time on halloween when you found two playboy bunnies having sex with spider-man in your backyard. how they got back there was anybody's guess, but from then on youâd started double and triple checking that your back gate was locked every night.Â
tonight, it seemed that the festivities were being hosted at the house across the street. and the man behind it all? none other than lee chan, president of the fraternity and owner of the house.
you'd only officially met him twice, once on the day you'd moved in and once the day after. his red honda had pulled into his driveway at the same time you were unloading your boxes from the u-haul, and he'd jumped out and offered to help carry your furniture inside.
at the time it had felt like this was finally your meet-cute moment, the friendly and unfairly attractive boy-next-door that sweeps you off your feet with love at first sight. but once the final box had been moved, he'd simply given you a smile and a wave and went back inside his house. no cute bonding, no exchanging phone numbers, no asking to see each other again. he just left.
of course, that had been before you found out about the parties, and the shock you were in for that same night when people had started showing up in droves had nearly led you to call the cops. so the next morning you'd put on a nice outfit and went to knock on his door, and it was then that you found out more about the neighborhood you'd found yourself living in.
with the same polite tone he'd used yesterday, he'd been friendly and apologetic for the noise, promising that he'd make sure everyone stayed on his side of the lawn and that no one disturbed you or your house. he'd explained that it wasn't a quiet neighborhood, no matter the time of year, but repeated that if anything happened he would take full responsibility for it. he said that you were welcome to come over any time, whether you needed something or you just wanted in on the fun.
you'd taken his word for it, sheepishly waving goodbye as you crossed the sidewalk between your houses, though you figured you would probably never set foot inside his house while there was a party going on. and as youâd walked away, you had tried to ignore the feeling of your heart fluttering with the beginnings of a crush on your neighbor.
tonight, however, your heart was doing anything but fluttering. music blasted outside, definitely a lot louder than usual, and the sound of car engines revving was already getting on your nerves.
you dunk your tea bag into the boiling water at the same time a loud banging on your door makes you jump, and you narrowly avoid spilling it all over yourself and the counter.
quietly you rush over to the door, looking out the peephole to see a group of people carrying cases of beer, looking around at your front porch.
before you can figure out how to react, you hear someone yell something distantly and the group turns around in the direction of the sound.
"shit, wrong house," one of the guys says loudly. "sorry, whoever lives here! have a good night!" he calls as they walk away, the others laughing over a joke you can't hear.Â
with the crisis averted, you head back into the kitchen and pull the tea bag out of your mug, chucking it into the trash with a huff. full responsibility, your ass.Â
and then⊠you have an idea.Â
chan had been so insistent that you could come over if you ever needed anything, so you might as well take advantage of his offer. because tonight you did, in fact, need something. you needed the party to not be so goddamn loud that you can literally feel your living room floor vibrating beneath your feet.
you stick your mug in the microwave to reheat later and quickly change out of your pajamas and into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. presentable enough that you donât embarrass yourself, yet comfortable enough that you donât feel so awkward.
with a deep breath, you pull open your front door, keys tightly in hand as you lock it behind you and start making your way across the street.
you're almost at chanâs front door when a man steps in front of you out of nowhere, stopping you short. "hey, here for the party?" he asks, holding up his hand for a high-five.
"um⊠kinda," you say, lightly tapping his hand. you figure he must be the bouncer of some sort, from his friendly yet confident no-nonsense attitude and the way his thick biceps strain against the sleeves of his t-shirt. "i'm looking for lee chan, he owns the house?"
"gotcha," he nods. "gotta check your age before i let you in, though."
you pause, his words sinking in as you realize why he's asking. "oh, sorry, i didn't think i'd need my id," you apologize. "but i live next door, my driver's license is just in my wallet, i can go grabâ"
"are you over 21?" he interrupts, and you frown at the question.
"uh, yes?"
"cool. head on in, then," he says.
you look at him suspiciously. "you're sure you don't need to see my id? what if i was lying?"
"dino will probably be downstairs, his room is the door at the end of the hallway on the left," he says, pointedly ignoring your questions. "and while you're down there, tell him cheol sent you. ask him to grab another beer for me."
he waves towards the open front door, and hesitantly you make your way inside. you have no idea who the hell dino is, and you can only hope it's just a nickname of some kind and the man you're about to go find isn't some stranger.
the second you set foot inside the doorway, it's like entering a completely different world. the air is stale and humid, clinging to your skin as you push through a crowd of what must be hundreds of people packed like sardines into every corner of the room.
the music gets louder the further inside the house you go, and you have to focus on repeating cheol's instructions in your head so you donât get lost in the maze of hallways and doors. downstairs, end of the hallway, left.Â
you soon find out where the music is coming from. unlike the normal house lights on the first floor, downstairs everything is dark except for colorful flashing led lights around the room. a man stands on top of a table between two huge speakers as people crowd around him, jumping and shouting lyrics to the song thatâs playing.
thereâs so many people that you have to push your way through the crowd, but most of the people around you either donât notice or are too drunk to care. but finally, you make it to what looks like the hallway that the man outsideâwhat was his name, cheol?âtold you about.
you open the first door on your left and find four people sat quietly on the floor passing around a bong, a thick cloud of smoke hanging over the room. all four of them look over at you at the same time, glazed eyes silently asking who the hell are you?.
"sorry, wrong room," you squeak, slamming the door and retreating back into the hallway as you try your best not to step on anyone's feet.
with a deep breath you crack open the door directly beside the one you'd just opened and poke your head inside, and relief washes over you when you see chan inside.
he's sitting on a couch with a couple girls sitting next to him and a guy slumped against his shoulder, eyes closed and brows furrowed.
he looks up when the door opens, and a look of shock spreads over his face when he recognizes you. he calls your name and you step inside tentatively, saying his name in response. "chan?"
"close the door behind you," he says, and you jump to turn around and shut it with a click. he must notice you standing like a deer in headlights, because he motions you closer to him with a friendly smile. "sorry," he explains. "people will think it's an open room if you leave the door open. i don't want anybody in here without a reason to be."
you nod, but your eyes dart over at the girls sitting beside chan. he makes eye contact with them and clears his throat, and without a word they stand up, understanding the message.
he helps the man laying against him sit up, then helps him stand up and hands him off to the others. "don't let hoshi drink anything else tonight except water, okay? keep an eye on him until your driver shows up."
they nod and slip their arms around their friend, helping him stumble out of the room as he grumbles about something incoherent. "thanks, dino," one of them says with a little wave. "see you monday for that bio test."
the girls open and shut the door quickly, suddenly leaving you alone with him in the room.
"hi," you start, not knowing what else to say. it's been such an ordeal just trying to find him that you've almost forgotten why you came searching for him in the first place.
"hi," he repeats with a laugh. "honestly, i never thought i'd see you here. you don't seem like the type. so, what brings you over tonight?"
"you've only met me twice, how would you know what i seem like?" you reply defensively, thought he's spot on. this is not your usual scene at all, and youâre sure that anyone at this party whoâs even a smidge sober must be able to tell how out of place you look.
he shrugs, patting the couch seat next to him. "alright, fair point. come sit down."
you carefully take a seat, purposefully avoiding eye contact with the collection of ambiguous stains on the couch cushions.
"oh, before i forget. somebody named cheol told me to tell you he wants a beer?" you say awkwardly, relaying the message.
"bastard," chan mutters, but he's smiling, and you assume the guy you met earlier is a friend of his. "fine, i'll grab him something when i go back outside." pausing, he turns his attention back to you. "but really, why are you here? i don't wanna make any assumptions, but i doubt it's for the free alcohol."
"if i was, you'd have to tell me where to find it," you say with a shrug, and he laughs but stays quiet for you to finish.
you fold your hands together nervously. "anyway, i just came over to askâcould you maybe turn the music down, like, just a tiny bit? and also⊠can you tell people to stop having sex in my yard?"
he winces and gives an apologetic smile. "yeah, of course. sorry about that. i told vernon to keep it down, but you know how he gets when he'sâŠ" he stops as if heâs just realized something. "nevermind. i'll go let him know right now. do you wanna come with, or you wanna stay here?"
"no offense, but i'd rather not go back out there," you laugh awkwardly. âit was bad enough just trying to find you in the first place.â
"all good," he replies with that friendly smile of his. "it's not for everyone, that's for sure. just make sure the door stays closed, and you'll be fine in here by yourself. shouldn't take too long."
he opens the door and slips out, slamming it closed behind him. you sit unmoving on the couch, finally glancing at your surroundings.
unlike the first room, the air here is fairly clean, other than the faint smell of alcohol and weed wafting in from under the door. you realize this must be chan's actual bedroom, when you see the posters that cover the walls and the bookshelf full of knick-knacks and textbooks.
you start to wonder who else lives in this house, but soon the door opens again and chan returns, the sound of voices and music flooding in while the door is open but quickly falling quieter once the door is shut again.
"alright, he'll keep it down. i'm sorry about the noise," he apologizes again, but you wave him off, suddenly feeling shy around him. with him still standing and you still sitting, he towers over you in a way that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter back to life.
"no, it's fine. really, it's not that big of a deal," you rush, trying to ignore the growing feeling in your chest. was he always this hot? for the first time tonight you notice how his blonde hair falls in waves around his face, perfectly framing his soft features.
he shakes his head. "really, i mean it. vernon will make sure it doesn't get out of hand, heâs good at that. i can't exactly give you a quiet evening, but i can give you the best i've got."
you take a deep breath and stand up. you're already way outside of your comfort zone even just coming to this party, but maybe this experience hasn't been all that bad. after all, you got to see chan again, and you got to exchange more than a handful of words with him like you did all the other times youâd met him.
"well⊠what is the best you've got?" you ask him, and you almost see him raise an eyebrow.
he puts his hands in his back pockets, pausing for a second as he looks at you. "mm, best i've got? probably this room. my room. quietest in the house, and nobody will come in to bother us."
your heart races as you take a small step towards him, standing close to him but still keeping some distance between you.
"so does this mean you're not leaving?" he asks when you donât say anything, just barely loud enough for you to hear him.
"do you want me to stay?"
he takes a step closer to you. "only if you stay with me."
"do you say that to all the people you bring in here?" your question is joking, but a part of you still worries that he thinks you're just another girl at the party looking for a one night stand. though honestly, you wouldn't even really mind if that's all this was. hell, maybe all the secondhand smoke is getting to your head and clouding your judgement, because hooking up with your neighbor seems like a pretty fantastic idea right now.
"the only time i let people in my room is to let them use my bathroom and to make sure they don't die of alcohol poisoning," he says in a low tone, a little laugh escaping him. "and now, i guess i let my hot neighbor in here, too."
"you think i'm hot?" you ask, taking another small step forward.
he matches your stride, taking one last step towards you so that you're finally standing toe to toe with him. "i'd be an idiot not to."
"but how would you know, if we've only met twice?"
he laughs. "well, you had just moved in. i wasn't gonna hit on you when you hadn't even finished unpacking your furniture yet."
"so you did want to hit on me, then," you say confidently, straightening up a little.
âdid i ever say i didn't?â he rests his hands on your hips and gently pulls you towards him, closing the last of the distance between you. his eyes never leave your face, gauging your reaction and looking for any hesitation.
you wrap your arms around him and lean forward, a smile on your lips. "good to know."
he leans in the rest of the way and presses his mouth against yours, and everything else just falls into place. your hands reach up to find his hair, threading your fingers through his blond waves and tugging experimentally, and when he lets out a little noise of pleasure you kiss him harder.
the noise of the party fades into the background as his hands slide down your body to grip your ass, and you canât help the little moan that escapes as he starts to back you up against the wall. his hands stay put, kneading your ass as you try to keep your legs from giving out already. itâs painfully obvious how bad you want him, but itâs equally obvious how he feels the same way.
âfuck, been dreaming about this since the day you moved in,â chan says, pulling away from you with a shaky breath as your fingers tug at the hem of his t-shirt.Â
he pulls it off over his head before leaning over to kiss you again, his tongue tracing over your lips. heâs good at this; not like youâre surprised by it or anything, but it still catches you off guard.
he seems to be able to sense the tiny bit of lingering hesitancy, so he breaks apart from you but still keeps his arms firmly around you, loosening his grip just a little. âis this okay?â he asks in a low voice, but you can hear the concern laced in it.
you nod quickly, tugging your shirt off quickly and letting his hands settle at your hips before you pull him back closer. you never do this. maybe you really had inhaled too much secondhand smoke on the way in and you arenât thinking straight. but deep down, you know thatâs not the case.Â
as much as you hate to admit it, your harmless crush on your neighbor has grown into something much, much more. you canât say youâve never been a little jealous when you see girls leaving his house on sunday mornings after parties. you canât say youâve never let your eyes linger a few seconds too long when he goes out to check the mail and heâs wearing that tight black tank and thin silver chain he never takes off.
or the fact that he works out in his garage with the door open, and you arenât really purposefully trying to look but itâs not your fault that your window just happened to be open. and it wasnât your fault that you just happened to look outside and see him shirtless and bench lifting a very large amount and if you were really really quiet you could almost hear him groaningâ
he slides his hands down your bare skin, hesitating again at the waistband of your jeans, but you arch your back a little to push yourself closer and he takes the hint. he easily undoes the button with one hand, and you try not to think about how many times he mustâve practiced that in order to get that skilled at it. but that thought is quickly pushed out of your mind when his hand makes its way into your pants, his fingers experimentally sliding down past your underwear and brushing through your folds.
you let out a groan, rolling your hips into his hand encouragingly. youâre already hot and sweaty, standing with your back against the door in just your bra and jeans, but itâs hard to tell if the heat is from the crowded, stuffy house or from something else.
âgod, youâre so wet,â he murmurs under his breath almost incredulously as he presses his fingertip against your clit, circling the swollen bud before dipping back down to collect your arousal on his fingers.
you squeeze your thighs together out of instinct, trapping his hand between your legs, and he looks up at you for confirmation. âmore,â you whimper, just loud enough to be heard over the music and the noise on the other side of the door. âchan, please.â
he groans and puts more pressure on your clit, starting to rub a little faster and a little messier. he slides his middle and index fingers inside and you let out an involuntary yelp, clenching and bucking your hips in search of more friction. he starts out slow, curling his fingers in a beckoning motion as his other hand massages the bare skin of your waist.
after more of your pleading he finally concedes, sliding his fingers out and wiping them on his stomach, leaving a glistening trail of wetness on his tan skin. he glances back up at you in questioning, but he finds no hesitation in your expression as his hands start to push your pants down your legs and you kick them away, leaving you bare in front of him.
âyou sure you're ready?â he pauses to ask one more time, but your quick nod has him jumping back into action in seconds.
he follows hurriedly, stripping out of his pants and shoving his boxers down to free his cock. his length springs up and slaps against his stomach, the tip looking flushed and heavy, and your mind goes blank, replaced only with the thought of him inside you. he holds himself in one hand, lining his cock up at your entrance as you adjust your position in preparation.
you groan as he finally ushes into you, your fingernails digging into the back of his shoulder blades as you struggle to balance.
âfeels good?â he mumbles as he lifts your thigh, wrapping your leg securely around his hip. he doesn't move yet, his hips still as he lets you move however you need.
you barely manage to nod in return, keeping your hands firmly planted on his shoulders, slowly but surely adjusting to his size. âgod, yes,â you manage, trying to keep your breathing steady. âif i'd have known you felt this good i would've come over way sooner.â
âmm, well. you're welcome over here any time.â he grins at you. his dark eyes get hazier with desire as he holds you firmly against his pelvis. âfor any reason you'd like.â
the best response you can come up with is âsureâ, barely listening as you start to roll your hips, but you can tell the sincerity in his statement. your attempt at movement doesn't work very well in this position, but chan quickly takes the hint, pulling back and letting his cock slip halfway out before he drives back into you.
the first thrust has you seeing stars already, and you let out a broken moan as he starts to build up his pace. your back slides against the wall as you feel the bass reverberating through your bones, and it only enhances the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls.
âif there werenât so many people in this house, iâd have you screaming my name right now,â chan huffs against your lips, pulling your body closer and wrapping his arms around you tighter.
âmm, but the music is so loud they probably wouldnât be able to hear it anyway,â you bite back with a brazen smile. you're feeling bold, the party atmosphere filling you with a cockiness that you don't usually possess. but something about the environment, the fact that you're fucking the hottest person here while hundreds of people rave obliviously outside the door, is a thrill you've never felt before.
he rolls his head back with a groan, and you feel his thrusts suddenly getting harder and deeper. you have to fight to stay standing, using all your energy to keep yourself upright and leaning most of your weight on him, but if he notices it he doesn't let it show. all those push-ups and bench presses that you ogle him doing in his garage must be good for something, from the way he hoists you against the wall and drives his cock into you without even barely breaking a sweat.
âsay it, then,â he goads, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh as he holds your leg up. âyou want to, don't you? you wouldn't have come over here tonight if you didn't.â
the worst part is that you know he's right. your own curiosity is what brought you here tonight, masked by the claims of noise complaints. the noise isn't even really that much of a bother: you could've gone to bed, turned on your fan and played some white noise, and you would've been perfectly fine. but some part of you longs to know what goes on at these parties, to see your devastatingly sexy neighbor in this setting you've never witnessed him in yet. so now that your curiosity has been satisfied, you really have nothing to lose.
âchan! fuckâ mmph, yesââ you whine loudly, unintentionally clenching around him as the words fall from your lips. there's no way anyone would hear over the music, and even if they did, there's a high chance they wouldn't care either way. it's just what happens at parties.
his eyes light up at the sound, a moan of his own leaving his mouth as he thrusts into you over and over again, burying his cock as deep as he can go with every stroke. a familiar heat burns in the pit of your stomach at his movements, winding tighter and tighter with each passing second. your walls throb around his length, filling every inch of you until you can't take it anymore.
âchanâŠâ you groan again, pulling him towards you with your leg around his waist. âplease, keep going⊠c-close, i'm closeââ
he leans in and presses his lips to yours, swallowing your moans with his eager mouth. âgod, please cum for me,â he says breathlessly, pulling away but leaving just enough room for your lips to stay connected by a thin string of spit. âneed to feel it, need to feel you. please, baby, fuckâŠâ
he slams into you even harder, driving his cock right up into the spot that makes your knees nearly buckle. you manage to whimper out his name one last time before your lips go slack against his mouth, your eyes squeezing shut as you crash into your climax. the force of his steady, constant thrusts combined with the force of your orgasm leaves your body tingling, every nerve alight from the waves of pleasure pulsing through you.
his movements don't ever slow, but you can see the emotion twisting in his face in reaction as he watches you cum, squeezing around him so warm and wet and perfect that it takes every ounce of his self control not to immediately follow you over the edge.
his eyes bore into yours, watching your face until he's sure you've recovered enough to handle him. he pulls out and keeps his hand firmly wrapped around the base of his cock, jerking himself with tiny flicks of his wrist to keep the momentum going.
immediately you drop to your knees in front of him, tilting your head back to stare up at him between his thighs, your eyes wordlessly pleading with him as your tongue nearly rolls out of your mouth.
âfuck, you're soâŠ,â he groans, keeping his fist tight around his cock with a few final motions. âyou're so fucking hot, god, i'm gonnaââ
he whines and his hips buck as he spills across your face, thick white ropes landing on your tongue and your cheeks. your smaller hand reaches up to replace his and you take him into your mouth, gagging only slightly as the salty taste fills your mouth. you wrap your lips around him and swallow, letting your tongue swirl around his sensitive head to collect it all until he's finished.
he pulls back and his cock slips from your mouth, leaving you gasping and licking your lips to catch the stray drops of his cum. his voice is low and strained as he reaches out his hand to help you up, his thick biceps flexing as he pulls you to your feet. despite the blissed-out look on his face you can see the guilt in eyes and it makes you pause, wondering if he didn't enjoy it the same way you just did. but it's only another moment before he speaks again, and your short-lived worries are put to rest.
âi'm sorry it was so fast,â he says almost shyly, pulling you over to sit at the edge of his bed. âi can go again if you aren't done yet. or we can do something else⊠or i could walk you back home. whatever you want, i'm happy to do.â
you expression softens into a grin, still a little hazy but definitely not finished. âoh, i can go again, for sure. i've got all night if you'll let me.â
his eyes crinkle with an eager smile, and you're already spreading your legs to give him space as he falls down onto the bed between them, landing on top of you. his hand cups your chin ans he pulls you into him, his lips finding yours and melting into you with a satisfied hum. his tongue finds its place once again in your mouth, prodding inside as he kisses you with a level of passion and desperation you haven't felt in a long time.Â
he groans into the kiss as he tastes himself on your lips, exploring your mouth and the bitter taste he left inside. you feel the vibrations from it in your jaw and down your neck, and it only makes you kiss him harder in an effort to draw out more of those pretty sounds.
"hey, dino, didn't you say you'd bring me a beer? it's so boring standing out thereâ"
the door opens and you jerk away with a scream, hiding yourself under chan and using the nearest piece of clothing to cover up as someone barges into the room.
"cheol, get the fuck out!" chan shouts, wrapping his arm around you and keeping you pressed tightly against his chest, using his back to shield you from view. "fucking knock next time, dude, you know better!"
"jeez! how should i have known? i thought you said you didn't hook up at parties," cheol mutters as he turns around, slamming the door shut behind him. "i'll get the damn beer myself."
the door slams shut once again, and chan sighs and hangs his head, his forehead leaning against your chest before he reluctantly crawls off of you and crosses the room to lock the door.
âyou donât hook up at parties, huh?â
he turns around to look at you, and you pause to take him in. his hair is messier than it was when you got here, glued to his forehead with sweat and sticking up at odd angles from you tugging on it. his broad chest is tinged red with tiny scratches from your nails, and it makes you want to bite him all over, but you contain yourself for now.
your voice is teasing, but cheolâs words have honestly made you feel a million times lighter. you hadnât expected to be anything special to chan after tonight; at the very least, you hoped that it wouldnât be awkward when you see each other, but youâd figured you were just the next in a long line of girls waiting to have their turn with him. for once, youâd never been so happy to be proven wrong.
âiâll make an exception for the pretty neighbor girl. just this once.â
âoh, so now i'm just pretty. i thought i remembered you saying that i was the hot neighbor girl,â you giggle, watching as he hops on one leg to put his boxers back on.
âtwo things can be true at once,â he says with a grin as he walks back over to you still lying on his bed. âbesides, i still haven't taken you out on a date yet. would be kinda forward of me to call you hot when i haven't even bought you dinner yet.â
you smile at him, trying to fight the warmth burning in your cheeks as you reach up to ruffle your fingers through his soft hair. he lets out a satisfied groan at the feeling, and it gives you an idea.
âdoâŠâ you trail off, suddenly unsure, until you see the warmth in chanâs eyes as he lays on top of you and it fills you with confidence again. âdo you wanna continue this at my house? iâve got the quietest room, and nobody will bother us.â
âmm.â he grins at the way you repeat his words from earlier, enamored with your shy yet playful tone. âif weâre at your place, does that mean i get to give you the noise complaint this time?â
âiâll allow it.â you roll your eyes and pull yourself to sit up. âi need a shower, and iâm sure you would like one, too. plus i have food that hasn't been spilled on the floor or soaked in alcohol.â
he picks your shirt up off the floor and hands it to you with a smile, moving around his room with a quiet confidence you find unbearably hot. âdoes this mean anything to you, or is this just a tonight thing?â he asks.
you bite at your lip as you shimmy back into your jeans, shaky fingers sliding the button into place as you sit back down on the bed. âit does,â you reply simply. âyou did tell me you'd buy me dinner, after all. i'm gonna hold you to that.â
he leans over you, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips. âand i plan on keeping that promise.â
you stumble your way through the house, squeezing chanâs hand tightly as he pulls you up the stairs, following him towards the door. you're not worried about anyone noticing you anymore: everyone's too wrapped up in their own business to care, including you. the party seems dulled now, the music fading and the people around you becoming blank faces. all you care about is chan, your eyes roving over his broad back muscles that peek through his shirt as you trail behind him. you must look no different than every other drunk college kid here with the giddy smile on your face, but you haven't had a drop of alcohol. it's just the effect he had on you.
finally you make it outside, and the cool night air feels sharp compared to the humidity inside the house. already it seems quieter as you start to walk the distance across the street, moving away from the party and towards the comfort of your own home. chan moves up beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist while you lead the way, but you're stopped once again by the same man from earlier.
âhey,â he greets chan, only sparing half a smirk in your direction but otherwise not bothering you, despite the heat that instantly rises in your cheeks at the fact that you were caught. âdid you get my beer?â
âno. you said you were getting it yourself.â he rolls his eyes, and cheol whines and gives him a look that you swear almost looks like a pout. âif anyone asks about me, tell them i'm not home. tell them i had toâŠâ he looks over at you with a cocky grin. ââŠhad to go take care of something. noise complaint.â
cheol groans, making a face. âgod, whatever. i don't want the details. but just don't make me stand outside next time. i'm doing you a favor here. i'm supposed to be working on my thesis.â
âsure,â chan replies, but he's still stuck staring at you, barely processing his friend's complaints. âyeah. anyway, i'll catch you tomorrow.ïżœïżœïżœ
he tugs gently on your waist and you start walking again, leaving cheol without so much as a goodbye or even a proper introduction. you'll deal with that later, you guess. thereâs a lot of things you'll have to deal with, but at least the wild parties your neighbor boyfriend throws won't be one of them anymore.
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âDIDNâT MEAN TO HURT YOU!â
HAIKYUU + ACCIDENTALLY HURTING YOU. ft. hinata shoyo, kuroo tetsurou, & tsukishima kei x f!reader
filled request : âSince you said you write for haikyuu, can you imagine how sweet those tall (Hinata is tall in spirit) and strong green flag boys would be all very sorry and remourseful for harming their baby in accident? I think even Tsukishima (my fave asshole) would try to make it up even if it wasnt that serious.â
note : added kuroo ^ ^ <33 thank u for sending this in nonnie !!!
TSUKISHIMA KEI.
You donât know when the brilliant idea of jump-scaring Tsukishima Kei first popped into your mind. Maybe it was because heâs been egging you on lately, resting a heavy arm on your head, then on your shouldersâ snickering when you start huffing and puffing about how âYouâre not a damn armrest.â
Cute- to him, probably. But today would be your turn to mess with him, show him a little taste of his own medicine, or something like that. You just think itâd be funny to hear him scream for once.
Youâre as quiet as can be when you tiptoe behind him from where heâs pouring himself a bowl of cereal, your fluffiest socks already on to ensure maximum silence with the extra cushioning. All it would take was one singular hug around his middleâ and then youâd squeeze, force the scream right out of his body.
Youâre so close to him that you can hear his breathing now, each soft breath making your heart race a little faster, and youâre suddenly reminded of just how big your boyfriend is. You have to glance upwards to check how heâs doing, and you confirm the fact that heâs indeed.. still focused on perfecting his cereal to milk ratio.
Too much to notice you right behind him, at least.
It all happened too quickly for either of you to have reacted differently. Youâre pouncing forward, arms reaching to circle around his waist, and you just barely register the sound of a loud gasp before thereâs an impact directly to your nose, your body recoiling back as your vision flashes white.
âF-fuck!â You wince, staggering a couple steps back before you crouch down, hands flying to your nose to clutch it tightly as soon as the throbbing pain sets in.
âWhat the hell?â He sputters, eyes flickering from his elbow to your face a couple times before heâs rushing to crouch beside you. His hands are awkwardly hovering over your body as he tries to get a better look at you. âWhat were you doing there? Let me see.â
âKei,â you sniffle, letting him pry your hands away from your face with a pained hiccup, âWas just gonna scare youâŠ.ouchâŠâ
âYouâre an idiot,â he snaps, but his eyes are full of worry when he leans in to examine your face. His finger comes to gently trace over your nose, other hand tilting your head up. â..At least itâs not bleeding.â
âMhm,â you give him a nod, â..So did i get you?â
His eyes narrow at you, but he shifts, leaning forward and nodding for you to climb onto his back. âIdiot,â heâs grumbling to himself, âDo you even have to ask?â
The way you pout at the nickname has his eyes softening ever so slightly before heâs tearing his gaze away from you. âGet on already. Thereâs enough cereal for both of us.â
âHm? But you only got one spoon,â you wrap your arms around him, letting him lift you up onto his back.
âAnd?â
KUROO TETSUROU.
âLook at this one,â Kuroo laughs, tightening the arm around your frame to pull you closer against his side. âHe looks like Garfield, doesnât he? What a neat cat.â
âMhm,â you hum, nuzzling your nose into his chest as you scroll through your own socials. It was a routine the two of you had, to scroll absentmindedly while tangled in each otherâs limbs until someone falls asleep firstâ except Kurooâs been laughing uncontrollably for the last ten minutes.
You shoot him a nervous glare each time his phone threatens to slip from his grasp, the scare he gives you always accompanied with an âOops! That was close.â
âTetsuâŠâ you warn when he suddenly jolts again, frantically adjusting his grip with a shaky chuckle. Your head was right below his phone, after all. âDonât worry, donât worry,â he smiles, free hand rubbing your head. âIâd never let it fall on you.â
âYouâd better not..â your voice trails off into a sleepy mumble, and you switch your phone off, letting it plop onto the mattress as you wrap your arms tightly around his middle. âIâm starting to feel a lil tired..â
âHmm? Iâll be joining you soon, sleepy girl,â he soothes, hand moving to rub your upper back as you melt into his touch. âAh! That Garfield-looking cat is back,â he gasps, followed by a hushed whisper when you stir, âOops. Inside voice, inside voice⊠hm? Whatâs this?â
You start to fidget, awkwardly adjusting your position against his side when he suddenly falls eerily silent. maybe too silent. You count the seconds of silenceâ ten seconds, then fifteen. You perk up a bit, one eye opening to check on your boyfriend, but heâs suddenly jerking back and yelping the moment after, phone slipping from his hands and landing right on your head with a loud thud. âAh-!â
âOhâ sorry, sorry!â His large hand is covering your head instantly, the other tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. âDidnât mean to drop that on you. Just scared the living daylights out of me. That garfield, damned jumpscare⊠you okay?â
You glare at him, but it doesnât come off threatening with the tears filling your eyes. âTetsuâŠâ you growl, and he flinches. âI know, I know! Iâm so sorry,â he says, pulling you closer to pepper kisses over the top of your head. âI told youâŠâ you pout, âIâm gonna get a bump on my head now.â
His lips tug into a sheepish smile at the thought of a lump forming on your head. âThatâs my badâŠâ
âYouâre laughing!â
âIâm not!â He protests, his hands rising up in defensive as you angrily puff your cheeks out. âNope. No way. This is no time for laughing.â
He pulls you into a hug, chuckling as you weakly push at his chest with a whine. âThere, there. You can be mad at me all you want. I deserve it.â
âAlthough, I think youâd be cute with a bump on your head too.â
HINATA SHOYO.
If you ask him, Hinata would still swear on everything that his intention back then was nothing more than to squish you in a suffocating bear hug. He definitely did not mean to knock you onto the floor your very first day back from vacation or anything like that.
You just looked so pretty waiting for him at the airport, soft smile tugging at your lips as you checked on his location through your phone one last time before tucking it away into your pocket. The way you shifted between your toes and the balls of your feet was just so cute, too cute that he couldnât help but start running towards you, arms stretching out to give you the biggest hug of your life.
His eyes were slammed shut the moment he leapt towards you, so he didnât catch the way your mouth fell open in a gasp or the way your eyes widened as your weight suddenly shifted backwards. âS-Shoyo?!â
The sound of your voice has his eyes shooting open, a surprised âE-eh?â coming out when he realizes the two of you are fallingâ and fast. Heâs barely able to snake a hand underneath your head before the two of you crash onto the floor with a loud thud.
âOuchâ oops,â he grumbles, eyes slowly blinking open as he shifts onto his elbow. Thereâs a sigh of relief from him when he sees that your fall was at least partially cushioned by his hand, and you seem unhurt with the way youâre blinking up at the passerby before shying away from their gaze when you realize theyâd stopped to stare at the two of you sprawled out on the floor.
âSorryâ are you okay?â Hinataâs looming over you now, carefully setting your head on his lap. âYou didnât hit your head, did you?â
âN-noâŠâ you mumble, eyes narrowing into a glare as he freezes in place. âShoyo,â your voice falls to a whisper, âTheyâre all looking at us now. really closely tooâŠâ
âWhat?â Hinata laughs, âShy again?â
You tear your gaze to the side, cheek puffing out a bit. âA littleâŠâ
âWant me to carry you?â
your eyes widen. âH-huh?â
âMhm,â heâs smiling brightly, arms snaking around your body to lift you up in bridal style as you yelp, scrambling to hold onto your bag, âI gotcha. Letâs go home now!â
â..Shoyo!â Your cheeks burn when you notice the onlookers now giving you a soft smileâ and the elderly couple behind them are exchanging looks before theyâre whispering something to each other- you recognize it as an âawwâ by the way their lips move.
âThis is more embarrassing!â
âHm, is it?â He looks confused by your shyness, but his hands are tightening around you anyways, giving you a reassuring squeeze. âDonât worry! Iâll get us back fast.â
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Hii i have a request for doctor!remus or maybe emt!marauders (whichever you think goes best) with clumsy reader who is constantly covered in mystery bruises and maybe she bumps her head a lot in a just a few days between them and they find out bc they feel or see the bump or they see her bump her head and maybe gives herself a concussion ?? This is kinda what happened to me a few days ago when i smacked my head really hard and then yesterday at an appartement sighting right infront of the previous tenants and the real estate agent đ© and i remember walking home and seeing like these white spots you see after hitting your head, you know?? And thinking oh if the boys where here they would be scolding me soo hard but also the coddling i just wanted to be wrapped up by them đ
Oh god sorry for the long unnecessary and embarrassing backstory đ
And ofcourse you only have to write this if you want to !! Hope you have a great day đđ«¶đ»
Thanks for the request lovely, hope your head is okay!!
cw: concussion
emt!marauders x fem!reader ⥠658 words
Sirius watches you, nearly falling asleep against Remusâ side at one in the afternoon. Youâve been in a funny mood all day, only wanting to lie around with the curtains drawn and watch films you hardly seem to be paying attention to. Itâs not very much like you, but your boyfriends are more than happy to go along with it. Remus has been half drifting off too, while James keeps going back and forth between the kitchen to make more snacks and Sirius sits with your legs across his lap.Â
âIs your head still hurting you, lovie?â James asks as he sits down again, probably only for another ten minutes.Â
You hum discontentedly.Â
Remus responds by holding you to him as he leans forward, taking your water bottle from the coffee table. âDrink some more,â he tells you, voice rough with drowsiness.Â
Sirius watches vigilantly as you take a few slow sips. You look tired and put out, but your expression eases into something closer to contentment when Remus pets your hair approvingly. Sirius sees the moment your boyfriendâs brow furrows. His frown as he looks down at your head, moving his hand over the same spot again.Â
âDove, what happened here?âÂ
âHm?â You look up at him, but then Remus must press down slightly because your expression pinches. âOw.âÂ
âWhat is it?â Sirius scoots closer. James leans forward in his chair, too.
âThereâs a bump on the side of her head,â Remus says worriedly. Heâs trying to part your hair to see better. âCan you lean forward for me, love?âÂ
Sirius sets a hand on your shoulder, encouraging you to bend over and murmuring a thanks when you do. While Remus tries to turn on his phone flashlight, he brushes his fingers gently over your head. You inhale, and his heart flinches.Â
âSorry.â He kisses your hair consolingly. âDo you remember bumping it?âÂ
âYeah,â you sigh, as though the mere memory exhausts you. âI knocked it on a cabinet yesterday at work.âÂ
âYou knocked it hard?â James stands up, peering over Remusâ shoulder as he inspects your head.Â
âIt felt hard at the time, yeah.âÂ
âAngel, why didnât you say anything? You ought to have called us after a bump like that.âÂ
You shrug. Sirius can see you looking sheepishly into your lap. âIt was embarrassing, and it didnât seem very bad. Itâs fine now, just a bit sore.âÂ
âBut you have a headache,â Remus says dubiously, âand youâve been tired ever since.âÂ
You hesitate. âYeah, butâŠâÂ
âCan you look up here for me?â Sirius touches under your chin, prompting you to sit back up. He holds up his flashlight, making sure you see it before clicking it on.Â
Though it shouldnât be a surprise, you flinch hard, your face scrunching with the force of your squint. Sirius clicks the light off.Â
He kisses the space between your brows. âI think youâve given yourself a mild concussion, sunshine.âÂ
âReally?â you ask, bemused, at the same time as James makes a horribly dejected sound and leans over for a hug.Â
âOur poor sweetheart,â he laments, bent over awkwardly with his arms around you. âNo wonder youâve been feeling so odd today, hm? We really shouldnât be letting you watch TV while your brainâs trying to recover.âÂ
âNo, we shouldnât,â Remus agrees, reaching for the remote and switching it off. âHow do you feel about a nap, dovey? Youâve seemed sleepy.âÂ
âThatâs a good idea.â Sirius mushes another kiss into your temple. âIt might help a bit with your headache, and I know Remus would nap with you.â
You hesitate. James tightens his hold and Remus strokes the hair near your injury, each of your boyfriends desperate to dote on you in their own ways. âSure,â you say. âThat could be nice.âÂ
âThere you go, lovie,â James says approvingly. âIf you hadnât wanted to cuddle with our Rem, then we wouldâve had to really worry about your head.â
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Napping With Stray Kids
Summary: Just my thoughts on napping with Skz!
Pairing: OT8 idol Stray Kids x reader
Word Count: 881
Genre: fluff, suggestive
Warnings: none (shocking for me lol)
Notes: This was fun to write and had to put something together real quick before life gets busy again! I'm happy this came up in our convos @jeonginsleftcheek! I hope you guys like it!
Likes, reblogs, and comments welcomed as always :)
Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)
Bangchan We all know Bangchan has insomnia and doesnât sleep well or much at all but heâs more than happy to at least try to nap with you if you suggest it. Heâll hold off on his never ending to do list, because heâll do anything for his baby girl. You snuggle into his arms, as he pulls the blankets up and around you to keep you warm. His fingers lightly drag up and down your spine, soothing you. Heâll even sing you a song to help you fall asleep if you want. Tucking your head into his chest, your breathing starts to slow as you fall asleep. Chan tries, he really does, to fall asleep and nap with you but heâs perfectly content watching you sleep in his arms.
Lee Know Iâm convinced that if you try to nap with Minho, sleep wonât come right away. Heâll try and tickle you knowing how ticklish you are, giggling as you squirm and grab a pillow to throw it at him. Heâll tackle you and press kisses all over your face while you laugh and tell him to stop (even though you donât want him to, not really). After retrieving the pillows off the floor, youâll both settle in, Minho wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling his head into your neck. If youâre lucky the kids will come nap with you guys too, Soonie napping by both of your heads, Doongie at your feet, and Dori snuggling into your side.
Changbin Changbin would be one to be watching videos on his phone like tik tok or YouTube and would giggle every two seconds at something funny. Every time you close your eyes to nap, his giggle would fill the room causing you to open your eyes and laugh back with him. You canât help it, heâs just so darn cute! Eventually you do fall asleep, your head resting on your chest. Binnie notices youâre asleep (which is a miracle honestly because the man canât multitask to save his life) and tries his best not to make a sound, you just look so peaceful and he wants to make sure his baby gets plenty of rest.
Hyunjin I believe that napping with Hyunjin would be the most poetic? Like youâre all curled up in his bed, blanket wrapped around you, your hair fanned out on his pillow. Heâs sitting at his desk painting, cause when is he not. But you donât mind. You watch him for a while, the way his hands move around the paper, the little face he makes when the color doesnât come out the way he wants. You eventually drift off to sleep. Hyunjin notices, and smiles, happy youâre here with him. Little do you know, youâre sleeping form is the subject of his painting, as he thinks you look like an angel.
Han Han is the certified nap man, this is no secret. He is always down for a nap, add you in the equation and heâs the happiest man on earth. Heâll pull you into his arms, pressing sweet kisses and nuzzling his head into your neck. It doesnât take long for you both to fall asleep. Youâre just so cute together. And bonus points for the members if you guys fall asleep at the studio. Theyâre ohhhing and awwing at you two love birds, fast asleep together.
Felix On his off days, heâs at his computer, playing Genshin. Itâs really the only time he has to play. But the moment you come over, he logs off and he goes to snuggle with you. You love looking at Felixâs face, tracing his freckles while he looks deep into your eyes. Youâre both just so in love with each other. Your eyes slowly close, perfectly content in his arms. Felix would lean down to press a kiss on your nose, before closing his own eyes. He finds he sleeps best when youâre by his side.
Seungmin Now Seungmin could go both ways when it comes to napping with you. He could be a total menace by poking your face and tickling you. Making fun of your protests (lovingly of course) and not letting you sleep. Or he could be the exact opposite, a sweet puppy, pulling you close and softy singing you a song to help lull you to sleep. Either way he will end of falling asleep with you, mind blown at how he could have ended up with such a sweet person as you.
I.N. Now Jeongin is a middle child and hates skinship, this we all know. But Iâm convinced if heâs going to snuggle and fall asleep with someone itâs you, the love of his life. Itâs different when you touch him, he craves your touch more than he thought possible. He makes sure youâre all tucked in, nice and warm, but not so much so that he canât feel you anymore. Youâll laugh at his actions, telling him youâre fine as long as heâs there. He doesnât listen, he wants to make sure you have a nice rest and being warm and comfortable is part of that. To top it all off, heâll drape your legs over his, and wrap his arms around you as you both drift off to sleep.
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all yours if you want me | s.r
pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader
a/n: i think i really like this but if i proofread it one more time im gonna hate it so im just putting it out now lol. this is the full version of the sneak peak i posted last week woohoo ! also this is my first time writing smut so im sorry if it sucks but i hope y'all like it <3
summary: bau's got their first day off in weeks, and you're heading straight to the club to have some fun, you just didn't expect your coworker/crush to also be there while you're trying to forget him.
cw: 18+ minors pls dni, smut, p in v (dont be silly wrap ur willy), munch!spence, lowkey softdom!spence, suggestive dancing in public spaces, minor insecure reader, reader is afab and wears a dress and heels
wc: 4.6k
pls let me know if i forgot anything and let me know your thoughts pleaseee xx
it was the first friday night off you and any of the team members of the bau had in a long time, and you all were determined to spend it well. jj and hotch immediately went home to their families, penelope and emily decided they were going home to get some well needed rest, rossi went to a cigar club, not really sure what derek and spencer ended up doing, but you knew what you were doing tonight.
youâd had a long standing invitation from one of your college friends for a club night, and at first youâd decline because youâd get swept away on a case, and because you were hopelessly pining after your hot nerdy coworker dr. spencer reid.
spencer was smart in many ways, three PhDs, countless published papers, not to mention that eidetic memory of his. there was one thing that spencer was just fucking dumb at, and it was your shameless flirting at him.
like it annoyed you how clueless he was. youâd bring him coffee in the mornings with hearts drawn on it, fall asleep on his shoulder on the jet rides back, even complimenting his outfit or looks which made him flustered, but still nothing. your harbored crush seemed to stay just that, a crush. and while youâd hope he would get the hint he just hasnât.
so you pull out your phone to text your friend.Â
âbarryâs at 9?â
âoh my god FINALLY. iâm there i'll pick you up at 8:30.â
you grin to yourself, this was good. you needed to get out and unwind for once.
you drive home quickly to hop in the shower before your friend comes to get you. throwing on a silk slip dress as your outfit of choice, you slipped your heels on and met your friend in the car.
walking into the club, youâre met with the thumping bass of the music playing and the staunch smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex.
it made you think about the last time you got laid, which was a really long time ago. and honestly you wanted to sleep with spencer so bad you hadnât been making advances elsewhere. but that was going to change tonight, you were determined to have good slutty fun, and hopefully get laid.
your friend grabbed your hand and beelined to the bar, ordering two tequila shots each. once you downed them you moved to the dance floor and started preying for a target. as youâre scanning the room, you notice a familiar looking mop of brown hair standing next to bald headed man. a combo you knew all too well.
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derek morgan was a player. and before heâs a player, heâs a damn good friend. which was his reasoning for dragging spencer out of his apartment to come out to the club and have fun.
âbut i can have fun at home by myself morgan.â
âkid, you need to let loose once in a while. you are young, iâm just helping you take advantage of it.â
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so now spencerâs at the club (a sentence he still struggles to believe) wearing trousers and navy button down shirt to which morgan had popped the top buttons open because âit gives the ladies a sneak peekâ. he just rolled his eyes and went with it. heâs nursing a shirley temple at the bar, perusing the environment when he comes across a pair of eyes he knows like the back of his hand.
when you recognize the amber eyes you couldnât believe your luck. of course, on the one night youâd decided to explore other options he shows up in the least expected place for him to be. so much for getting over him, you think. shyly raising your hand to wave, spencer returns the gesture. morgan takes note, âwho are you waving t- oh, pretty girl is here huh pretty boy?â he nudges him.
a blush raises on his face. spencer thought you were attractive, like really attractive. you were a great addition to the bau and he admired your work ethic a lot, the day you walked into the bullpen wearing a fitted pantsuit had his own pants growing real tight. he still remembers when you introduced yourself and he couldnât even get up without exposing himself. you thankfully didnât think it was weird, and spencer was relieved when it was finally time to go home. heâd be lying if he said he didnât have nights where he wished you were the one finishing him off and not his rough hands. he didnât think youâd like someone like him, and took all of your âadvancesâ as morgan calls them, as acts of kindness.
morgan laughs as he watches spencerâs iq deteriorate to below 50 staring at you, âdo you what you gotta do man. but you better be going home with someone tonight okay?â
spencer nods and nurses his drink a bit and looks back to morgan to realize heâs already off dancing with some girls in the corner. damn.
after your distanced encounter with spencer, you decide itâs time to move on and have some fun on your own. you couldnât be hung up on him anymore, at least not tonight. tonight was for bad decisions.
good thing bad decision walked up to you asking to dance, whatshisname leads you to the dance floor and puts his hands on your hips, swaying to the beats of t-pain and pitbull.
you didnât know, but spencer was watching every move you made. he watched you get led to the dance floor, the way he placed his hands right on your ass and squeezed, and how he turned you around so you were dancing on his front with your back. he gripped his glass so tight the bartender had to tell him heâd have to pay if it breaks.
he gets it, youâre attractive. this is the kind of thing that happens to people who look like you. who wouldnât want you? but then he watched it happen a second time. and a third. and a fourth and fifth, till he just stopped counting at nine for his sanity.
spencer was not used to the green monster taking over him, but oh god was he fucking seething with jealousy.
you realized spencer was watching you by whatshisname number five. he hadnât moved from his spot and he was constantly staring in your direction. deciding to do a little experiment, you played up your dancing a lot more, acting more flirtatious, dragging the guyâs hands further down, and letting out open mouthed moans that you knew spencer couldnât hear but could definitely see. you watched as his jaw shifted and his knuckles turned white as you danced with each guy, realizing the growing effect that you now had on him.
by whatshisname number nine, you casted your hook. making sure to face spencer and meet his eyes, you watched as they darkened when he realized you were looking right at him. spencer mightâve brushed it off as a coincidence, but then you winked at him. and he realized what you were doingâyou were taunting him, and fuck was it working for him. the bulge in his pants grew uncomfortable that he had to stand up to not draw so much attention to it under the bar lights.Â
you watched him stand up and adjust himself and you threw your line. when he looked back up at you, you made a come here motion with your index finger and a bite of your lip. spencerâs eyes darkened impossibly more, he paid for his tab and strode over to you.
sinker.
he pulled you from the man behind you, who muttered a âwhat the fuckâ and moved away. spencer pulled you flush to his chest and with a low voice in the crest of your ear he whispered, âwhat do you think youâre doing?â
âi donât think i know what youâre talking about dr. reid, could you explain it to me?â
spencer tightens his hold on you and ghosts over your ear once more, âthis is a dangerous game youâre playing, sweetheart.â
âa game you joined the second you walked over here.â
he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and matched the small smirk on your lips. game on.
the song changed to something with a more sultry beat, and you used the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck and let his hands guide your hips to the music. while he wasnât much of a dancer, he could definitely keep a beat. it didnât prove to be so difficult when your chest was pushing up on his own that he was just waiting for them to spill out. he realized he could feel your hardened nipples through your slip, the nubs rubbing friction through the fabric of their clothes. he moaned internally while he gripped your hips to pull you even closer. it was clear spencer seemed to be getting comfortable with moving your body and holding you close, but you couldnât let that happen.
before the second chorus you turn around in his arms so your back is pressed up against his front, and you start dancing on him.
spencerâs taken by surprise, something you felt when his hands faltered the confident rhythm it kept up, and while he watched you dance just like this with all those guys itâs like his mind is blank now.
you recognize the song playing, collide by justine skye & tyga, and use the sultry beat to your advantage. you move your ass hard on his front, feeling his length pressed between your cheeks. you gesture for him to lean his head down and he lets out a low groan as you whisper in his ear, âall that for me?â.
a primal instinct starts to take over spencerâs being, and he grips your hips to meet his rutting from behind. spencer was desperate for any friction that could soothe the growing ache in his pants. you grinned as you felt take what he needed from you. it was quickly wiped off your face when you felt his hands inching dangerously close to where you really wanted him. you place your hands on his with surprise and look at him, âwhat are you doing?â
âi donât think i know what youâre talking about, sweetheart,â he threw back at you, âbut if thereâs something youâd like me to do, iâm all ears.â spencer grazes his fingers under the hem of your dress, toying with the lace band of your panties and slipping his fingers below it to stroke your inner thighs.
fuck. he turned it on you so fast it almost gave you whiplash. the provocative dancing was something you could handle, hell everyone on that dance floor was doing the same thing as you both. what you werenât sure you could handle was him about to touch you in a public space. but, your body betrayed you as it turned you on to another plane. you look up at him with lust filled eyes and let out a breathy moan of his name. spencer collapses internally and stands his ground, âif you want something, beg me.â
spencer thinks heâs won the upper hand, and heâs feeling so smug behind you. he still thinks he has the upper hand until you reach down and place his middle and index finger in your mouth, circling your tongue around the digits.
âtouch me.â you moan out, releasing his fingers.
spencer is dumbfounded how heâs the one about to burst out his pants when he made you beg for him. it should make him feel embarrassed at how close he was, but he couldnât find it in him to care. not when you in his arms pleading him to do something. you sounded so pretty, and who was he to deny a pretty thing like you?
his fingers continue their journey down, outlining the lace trim resting on your thighs. he hooks his fingers on the fabric to pull it aside and slips into you, going at an aching pace to gather the wetness and groaning out, âjesus, youâre so wet, was this all for me? you needed my attention that bad, baby?â
you whimper and grip his hand even tighter because youâre not sure if your legs are holding out any longer. itâs all so overwhelmingâhaving his hands down your panties in the middle of the dance floor, the lewdity of the noises in your ear, the hard length pressing desperately on your ass. this is all youâve ever wanted from him, to want you. and now itâs happening, and your brain canât fire the neurons fast enough to process the moment. instead your body responded with your skin heating up with anticipation, heart beating out as much adrenaline to keep up. the daze is getting foggier by the second as he trails his fingers up and down your slit, spreading the wetness and circling your clit on the way up. and you think youâre about to get accustomed to the pace heâs set, when he delves between your folds and you moan out loud so abruptly that the nearby patrons looked around wondering where it came from.
you can feel spencerâs shit eating grin behind you as he moves his head down to leave love bites on your neck. if he can feel your bluff dissipating, heâs not saying anything. his fingers set a painfully slow rhythm, and you grind down trying to get any more friction to reach your peak. heâs hitting you in all the right spots that make you see the stars and beyond, leaning your head back on his chest as you barrel towards your climax. you feel yourself mere seconds away from reaching, and spencer suddenly pulls his fingers out, making you whine out in protest, âwh- what are you doing?â
spencer grabs your wrist and starts dragging you through the sweaty bodies surrounding you, tightening his grip with a small smirk as he passes a few of the guys you were dancing with earlier. suckers.
he pushes the doors open with a force and while the cool air is attempting to return your body to homeostasis, the anticipation of where heâs going overtakes you, âspence, where are we going wh-â you cut off your sentence with a gasp as he handles you flush to the door of his car. then itâs just silence for a few moments. no loud bass or weird dudes, just the two of you. the only sound that can be heard are your breaths competing for prominence. you look up at him and focus on the details of his face illuminated by the moonlight, trying to read his expression. his honeyed eyes have fully darkened to a lustful hickory, and suddenly you felt like a gazelle being preyed on by a lion.
he reaches into his pocket and unlocks the car with a soft beep. itâs the focused eyes on you that drive you to open the door, but itâs the subtle silent nod of his head towards the car that makes you move inside waiting for him to join you. he climbs in after you, shutting the door and locking it.
spencer moves to the middle seat and allows his legs to spread open, he taps his thighs and faintly says, âcome here.â
you shuffle closer and swing your legs over him, your dress rising up a little as you fully sit on his clothed crotch. and now you realize the corporeality of the moment. itâs like, really real now. all this time pining after the boy genius with no luck and now heâs got you in the backseat of his car and your panties crooked, waiting for you to move. the bravado you wore and so tightly held onto for a majority of the night comes crashing down like a shattered vase, and youâre not sure if you have any more in you to salvage the pieces. you may be a profiler, but try as you might you are not a mind reader, yet you so desperately want to know what heâs thinking. is it too much to ask what this means? will it overwhelm him to say youâve dreamt about this moment for many nights, and how those dreams went on till the early morning when heâd stay and brush your hair back with a temple kiss. the whispers of sweet nothings sticking to you like honey as you got ready for the day. are these questions you even want to know the answer to?
you may not be a mind reader, but he is dr. spencer reid, who noticed your demeanor change after too long of a silence.
âhey,â he holds your chin delicately to your eyes, âitâs okay if you want to stop, iâm sorry for tak-â
itâs your turn to cut him off, âno! no i, i still want this, i just,â you falter.
âjust what, baby?â he coos softly.
it makes tears well up in your eyes, you hope he canât see them, âiâve just wanted this for so long, and itâs probably embarrassing that iâm admitting this now of all times, but i donât know if i can handle this meaning more to me than it does to you.â you confess quietly.
spencer listens to your admission and gingerly resecures his arm behind you, a position he thinks is starting to become second nature. he rubs soft shapes into the small of your back, âwhat makes you think that?â
âbecause i basically threw myself at you tonight, and it seems to be the first time you noticed me.â you say halfheartedly.Â
âyou think i donât notice you?â he whispers, leaning in to leave soft kisses in the crook of your neck. spencer is dumbfounded, confused at how you reached such a conclusion. but as a man of science, he feels thereâs only one way to prove himself. he breathes your name out, âcan i show you how much i notice you? please?â
you nod, at least you could commit this moment to memory if it was all youâd have left of him. he presses his lips to yours for the first time that night, your breath faltering as he becomes more feverous with his attacks. slotting his tongue with yours, your hands move up to his silky hair to take purchase in. he lets out a groan as he pulls back from you, âi need to taste you.â
he guides your body to lean back on the center console, the only way his tall figure would be able to accommodate this position. your legs are still split on either side of his legs, using your hands to prop yourself up to watch his movements. he hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties and slowly slides them down, moaning at the way your slick causes resistance as he pulls them off your legs. wrapping his arms under your thighs to lift you up to face level, he places small kisses on your inner thighs as he makes his way to your core. he places a final kiss on your center before licking a long stripe up to your clit. moaning out wantonly, he continues his ministrations and kitten licks all over you, circling back up to your clit after each round.
âspence..â you whine out. he moves his focus to your clit, circling and sucking till youâre squirming in his arms so much has to grip your thighs. your hands are fussing through his hair, gripping and pulling to find something to ground you. spencer then slips his fingers into your core for the second time tonight, and you lose it.
heâs pumping his fingers in and out, that all you can hear is the squelching noises of your cunt. adding another one, youâre unable to stay still anymore, as if you were before.
âoh my fuck, spencer. iâm gonna cu-, cum. please donât stop, donât stop, donât stop.â you moan out filthy.
spencer unlatches his mouth for a moment, âcome for me, baby.â
your orgasm crashes down on you like a wave breaking on the shore. itâs all consuming, leaving you shaking and breathless and he lifts his head from between your legs and you see his chin glistening with you in the moonlight. the sight itself is so pornographic, you canât help but shuffle back onto his lap to crash your lips back to his, tasting yourself on his tongue. he tangles his hands in your hair as you move yours between you both, unzipping his trousers to palm him through his boxers.
he breakily moans in your ear as you slowly pull back the band to take him out. the sight takes you by surprise, you knew he was big, you felt it on your ass while you were dancing. but seeing how it compared to your hand had you bulging your eyes.
âyouâre so big,â you whisper. how the hell was that fitting inside of you?
spencer the mind reader places his hand on top of yours as you lazily stroke him, âweâll go slow, donât worry.â he canât help but feel his ego inflate to the skies, he canât remember the last time he had someone look intimidated by him.
nodding faintly, you gather the spit in your mouth and let it fall between you both to land on the flushed pink tip. you spread it up and down his length, setting a slow pace that had him moaning expletives in your ear.
âoh-, ohhh, fuck baby. youâre so good at that holy shit,â he says trying to hold himself together. you give him a few more pumps before lifting your hips up to guide him inside you. you move his tip to your entrance, rubbing it teasingly before spencer places his hands on your sides to stabilize you, and slowly sink you down onto him.
the second his tip pushes past your folds, you both moan out in harmony. placing your hands on his shoulders you leverage yourself to sink down further inch by inch, until your core is flush with the base of his thighs.
spencer is a man of many words, maybe too many. but right now the only word he can remember is your name as he watched you take his length whole inch by inch slowly losing any restraint he had left. the pressure his cock had inside of you was heavenly. youâd never felt so full, and you could tell he was trying so hard to stay still as you adjusted above him.
when you bottom out spencer throws his head back against the seat, âoh thatâs it, good girl,â you clenched around him. âyou okay?â
you nod in response, ignoring the way the term of endearment sent flutters to your heart, and attempt an experimental rock of your hips, causing spencerâs head to whip up and meet your lust blown eyes with his own. he adjusts his hands on the sides of your thighs and starts helping you move up and down on his length, setting a brutally slow pace.
you rest your head and moan into the crook of his neck as he continues his movements, âspencer, please, more, i can take it.â
he still canât believe whatâs happening right now, all those days he spent thinking about you in the bullpen, at home, everywhere really, and here you were begging on top of him to fuck you good.
âyou still think i donât notice you?â he says into your ear, âi have dreamt about what youâd look like bouncing on my cock, and you are blowing any idea i had out of the water.â
you whimper as he continues, âand when iâm not thinking about ruining you, i am in awe at how you walk through life. you bring so much joy everywhere you go, itâs a blessing to be able to experience you.â he says through shaky breaths.
the praise goes straight to core, with some traveling to your heart again, and youâre not sure how much longer you can hold on before you unravel physically and emotionally.
his hands are guiding you up and down at a harder pace now, âso,â thrust. âyou still think,â thrust, âi donât notice you?â he thrusts into you once more and holds you down, making sure youâre looking directly at him, âit was never an option to brush past you, you are everything to me. i didnât know how to show that without overwhelming you. iâm sorry.â
tears well up in your eyes again, spencer notices this time and presses a small kiss on your forehead. all your senses feel like theyâre in overdrive, unable to comprehend anything right now. your skin feels like itâs on fire as he rolls your hips faster to meet his ruts.
âspence, i- iâm so close.â you whine desperately.Â
he slips his hand between you both to rub your clit, âi know baby, iâve got you. let go for me.â
his words were enough to break the dam, your second climax of the night hurling towards you. the white hot feeling overtook your whole body, shaking and clenching above him. your grip on him was threateningly vicious, probably leaving deep crescent marks in the nape of his shoulders. you wish the euphoria would last forever if it meant having spencer like this. as you came down from your high, the two of you were still moving together, slowly rocking your hips to meet each other. once you were grounded again, you pushed through the sensitivity in your core to rise up on his length, just barely leaving the tip in before you slid back down fast and hard, now focusing on spencer reaching his peak.
âoh jesus, fuck.â spencer moaned out brokenly.
âcome on spence you can do it,â you taunted as you clenched down, âcome inside me, make a mess of me please.â a rush of confidence flowed through as you whispered into his ear, and spencer held your hips to help you bounce faster on him.
spencer let out a loud groan as you felt the hot spurts coat your insides, he was leaving matching crescent marks on the sides of your hips as the ones on his shoulders, making sure all of him was left in you. feeling him soften inside, you remained on his lap with him sheathed in you. you both are breathing heavily, leaning back to hopefully give you both some relief from the sex filled air. looking around the car you realize that all the windows are fogged up and let out a tiny giggle.
âwhatâs so funny?â he looks up at you slightly amused and very out of breath.
âno itâs just, the windows are such a dead giveaway for what we just did in here.âÂ
âeh, i donât really care what people think.â
âgasp, dr. reid wants to let the world know he has car sex with random girls?â
he leans in to bite your neck playfully, ârandom? did nothing i said during all that register for you?â
you yelp and attempt to play dumb, âactually i donât remember a word, you might have to jog my memory. maybe even recreate the circumstances to help with cementing it. i read about situational memorization where certain scenarios are easily remembered when thereâs a big event to anchor it to.â
he swears he couldâve melted on the spot at you explaining a concept youâd read about to him, âcareful sweetheart, calling it a big event might inflate my ego a little too high.â
âi mean, i can tell it worked,â you tease as you feel him harden inside of you again, âso tell me genius, how many times does a scenario have to happen for me to remember the information?â
âi guess weâll have to find out, donât we?â
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