#I like the idea of him maybe subbing or being a guest lecturer but is that weird?

[theherooffaralda]

Chat how do I make this university solavellan fic not be professor/student coded bc I VERY MUCH SO want to avoid that

[criminalmindzjunkie]

Avoidance

masterlist

part two

Summary: Reader doesn’t know what she did to make Spencer hate her so much.

A/N: This fic is just a reminder that sub!Spencer lives rent free in my head at all times. Also, if anyone would like to be on a taglist for one shots like these, let me know! I’m going to work on getting one started.

Pairing: sub!Spencer/femdom! reader

Content Warnings: honestly way too much swearing, sexual harassment, slapping, hands free orgasm, oral sex (male and female receiving), hand job, orgasm denial, edging, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, degradation, femdom 

Word Count: 8.2k

           I have absolutely no idea what I’ve done to make Spencer Reid hate me.

           Usually, when someone despises a person to the point of complete and total avoidance, there’s a reason. No one just wakes up and decides to resent another person for the hell of it – right? Wrong.

           Because Spencer Reid positively loathes me – and I have no idea why.

           It all started on my first day at the BAU. I had somehow landed the highly coveted job of media liaison after the previous one had decided to complete the training to be a profiler. For reasons unbeknownst to me, they thought a twenty-four-year-old fresh out of college with no prior job experience was the best fit for the position. I didn’t understand it, but I also wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

           To say that I had been terrified the first time I set foot into the bullpen would be the understatement of the century. After a very formal and very intimidating orientation with the unit chief, my predecessor, a beautiful blonde named Jennifer, offered herself up to be my personal tour guide. Jennifer introduced me to the other members of the team, and with every smiling face I came in contact with, my fears of being the odd man out were assuaged. I could tell that Penelope Garcia, tech analyst extraordinaire, would most likely be my biggest ally – and it was abundantly clear that Derek Morgan and I would probably get into a fair amount of mischief together. Elle Greenaway seemed like the obvious choice for a future drinking buddy, and Jason Gideon – well, he merely grunted at me in acknowledgment before retreating back to his office. I figured three out of four wasn’t so bad.

           I didn’t meet Doctor Spencer Reid until after lunch. Jennifer mentioned something about him guest lecturing at a local university, which surprised me considering she mentioned him being a year younger than me. Apparently, the kid was an actual genius, which was more than a little bit intimidating, but Jennifer assured me that Spencer was a sweetheart.

           “He’s a little quirky, but I’m sure you’ll love him. Just don’t be surprised if he tries to talk your ear off,” Jennifer laughs. “Last week I asked him about the weather and he went off on a tangent about climate change that lasted nearly an hour.”

           By the time Spencer strolled into the bullpen at exactly one in the evening, I was sitting perched atop Jennifer’s desk, thoroughly engrossed as she told me about their latest case. When she stops talking midsentence in favor of smiling at someone behind me, I half expect that Morgan is attempting to sneak up on me, when:

           “Hey, look who’s back,” Jennifer greets, prompting me to turn around excitedly. I was eager to put a face to the man I’d heard so much about.

           And when I turn, my eyes land on the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.

           Sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jawline are framed by shaggy brown hair, complete with beautiful brown eyes and soft, pillowy lips. As if his good looks weren’t enough, he’s dressed in the most adorably nerdy sweater vest and a pair of thin framed glasses. He’s absolutely precious – a fact that Jennifer had conveniently left out.

           “How was the lecture?” Jennifer asks him as he places his satchel on the desk adjacent to hers. Spencer perks up at this, smiling excitedly from across the divider.

           “I think it went really good, actually. I incorporated this really cool joke that I heard about quantum physics. Do you want to-”

           He stops abruptly when he realizes Jennifer isn’t his only spectator, and those lovely brown eyes go almost comically wide when they settle on me.

           “Spencer, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She’s the new media liaison. Y/N, this is Doctor Spencer Reid.”

           I give him my best smile, tacking on a small wave for good measure.

           “It’s nice to meet you, Doctor Reid. Jennifer’s told me a lot about you.”

           “Uh, y-yeah. It’s n-nice to meet you, too,” Spencer stutters. He looks positively stricken and I’m fairly sure he hasn’t blinked in over a minute. I cast a glance at Jennifer, who seems just as confused as I am.

           Well, she had mentioned that he was a tad strange.

           “I’d like to hear the joke,” I offer, only to immediately regret it when I see him tense up.

           “N-No, that’s o-okay,” he chokes out as he struggles to gather the files on his desk. “It’s n-not that good, anyways.”

           And just as quickly as he came, Spencer leaves in a flurry of crumpled papers, leaving Jennifer and I wondering what the fuck just happened.

--

           Things didn’t get better with time. In fact, they got much worse.

           In the six months that I had been working for the BAU, I could count my interactions with Spencer Reid on one hand. It wasn’t for lack of trying on my part – in my desperation to figure out what I’d done to make him avoid me, I sought out the young genius every chance I got. But every time I got within ten feet of him, it’s like an alarm would sound in his head and he’d make up some excuse to leave the room.

           The others had noticed his strange behavior, too. It seemed they all had made a sort of game out of it – calling Spencer into rooms that I was in just to see him panic, or asking me to personally deliver files to his desk. At first, I played into it, hoping that their teasing would help to diffuse some of the tension.

           After a month of being on the receiving end of Spencer’s cold shoulder, I started avoiding him, too.

           I tried to act indifferent – like it didn’t hurt me as badly as it did. I no longer sought him out, and by month two, we had a sort of understanding. I didn’t go near him, and he didn’t go near me, and that’s how it went on for four miserable months.

           Until today.

           “Reid, Y/L/N, you’re in 202.”

           I damn near drop my bag on the floor. This was bound to happen at some point or another, but I hadn’t planned on that day being today, and I was not prepared. After nine hours of running around the local police department, my body was weighed down from fatigue and I was downright grumpy. Not to mention I had picked the worst possible day to try and break in a new pair of heels, and my feet were throbbing.

           Needless to say, I was in no mood to deal with Spencer Reid’s bullshit.

           “Uh, Hotch? Could I maybe room with Elle?” I ask, sending a glare in Morgan’s direction when he snorts out a laugh. Hotch raises an eyebrow at me.

           “Why? Is there a problem?”

           Yes, sir, there certainly is. And your guess is as good as mine as to what that problem is.

           “No, but I just think that-”

           “Good. Then you should be fine to share a room with him.”

           Right.

           I spare a brief glance at Spencer, who, in the last thirty seconds, has turned the color of a tomato. I pray that he’ll speak up and voice his discomfort, but just like always, he stays silent.

           Hotch doles out the room keys and I begin the trek down the hallway, my poor aching feet groaning in protest with every step. I’m vaguely aware of the sound of footsteps behind me, and it’s not until I swipe the key into the key card that Spencer speaks.

           But not to me – no, never to me.

           “Derek, please, I’m begging you. Just switch with me this one time, and – and I’ll do your reports for a month!”

           After six months of dealing with Spencer’s aversion to me, his words should come as no surprise. And really, I’d expected as much - but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

           “Not happening, kid. This is the perfect opportunity for you to get over whatever problem you have with Y/N. I bet you’ll even end up liking her. She’s not going to be rude to you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

           “… T-That’s not what I’m worried abo-”

           I don’t wait around to hear the rest of his sentence. I push open the door to the room, not bothering to wait for Spencer before closing it. I kick off my heels as soon as the door clicks shut, letting out a half relieved, half frustrated  groan.

           After claiming the bed nearest the air conditioner as my own, I pluck my pajamas and toiletry bag out from my suitcase and shuffle over to the bathroom. The way I see it, the quicker I get a shower and can go to sleep, the faster the night will pass. Before I know it, this unfortunate situation will be a thing of the past.

           After drawing out the shower for as long as I possibly could, I exit the bathroom clad in a tank top and a pair of shorts, hair dripping wet and skin freshly scrubbed clean. Spencer’s sitting on his bed, book in hand and tie loosened. He doesn’t look up at me when I walk by - not that I’d expected him to. A thick silence hangs in the air as I pull a bottle of lotion out from my suitcase, and I debate turning on the TV just to make things slightly less awkward. In the end I decide against it, because I doubt even that could make this situation better.

           I prop a leg up on the bed and begin to lather my legs in cherry scented lotion, paying special care to my aching feet before moving on. It’s not until both of my legs have been thoroughly massaged and coated in lotion that I look up.

           Spencer’s eyes are locked on me, mouth hanging open and chest heaving up and down. His knuckles are white from how hard they’re clutching the book in his hands, but despite that I can still see the way they’re trembling. When he realizes I've caught him staring, he closes his mouth and gulps hard.

           I straighten up and raise an eyebrow in a silent question, and that’s enough for Spencer to snap his book shut and scramble off of the bed. He’s clumsy as he moves to his suitcase, dropping his bottle of travel shampoo twice before he reaches the bathroom. If I wasn’t so off put by whatever the hell had just happened, I might have thought it cute.

--

           As if the universe thought my current predicament wasn’t enough to deal with, the next morning I was dealt another shitty hand. This time, my distress came in the form of a young cop who couldn’t pick up on social cues to save his life. After an entire morning of dodging sleazy advances, I finally managed to shake him when his superior sent him out to go and actually do his fucking job.

           Or so I thought.

           I’m standing in the breakroom, pouring my fourth (or is it my fifth?) cup of coffee when I hear the sound of footsteps in the hall. I don’t know if I’ve developed a sixth sense about these things, or if I’m just particularly on edge today, but I know it’s the young officer before he can even cross the threshold.

           And when he does, and he sees that he has me cornered, a saccharine smile stretches across his lips.

           “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he drawls in an accent that could probably be attractive if he wasn’t so damn skeevy.

           “Might wanna get your eyes checked,” I mutter, refusing to look in his direction as I stir my coffee.

           “Pretty and feisty. Just how I like my women.”

           “I am not your anything,” I seethe, and instead of backing off like any respectful human being would, he just chuckles and begins to saunter towards me.

           “C’mon baby, you don’t have to be that way. You don’t have to act all professional with me.”

           “Don’t call me that.” I look at him now, and the smug, self-righteous smile on his face makes my blood boil.

           “You don’t like baby? That’s fine – I’m sure I can think of lots of other things to call you,” he murmurs. He’s closer now, so close that I can practically feel his breath against my neck.

           “I’m going to tell you to stop one more time, and it would be in your best interest to listen,” I growl.

           “Or what?” he taunts. “I’d like to see you try to stop me.”

           I jolt forward when a hand comes down hard on my ass, squeezing me harshly through the material of my skirt.

           Oh, fuck no.

           I’m whirling around faster than I ever thought possible, and then a harsh crack sounds throughout the room as my hand comes in contact with his face.

           My hand stings from the contact, but the pain is welcome because he flies backwards, stumbling and grasping as his already reddening cheek.

           “What the fuck?” he roars, eyes flashing with unbridled fury. I take several steps towards him, and to my utmost delight he nearly trips over himself in his hurry to put distance between us. I stop when his back hits the wall and I lean in until our faces are only inches apart.

           “Listen here, you limp dick fuck,” I snarl. “I’m getting real sick and fucking tired of pathetic pieces of shit like you thinking they can put their hands on women. What’s your problem? Are you so fucking tactless that you can’t get anyone to fuck you?” I punctuate my question by jabbing my pointer finger into his chest and cocking my head to the side. “Are you so unappealing that the only way you can get your hands on a woman is to wait until she’s alone and try to corner her?

           Or is it a power thing? You’ve got the gun and the badge so you think you’re entitled to just take what you want, don’t you? You think no one can stop you because you’re in a position of power. Well, I have some news for you – I outrank you, and you just assaulted a federal agent. I will not stop until I ruin your fucking career, and if you even think of trying to lie your way out of this, I’ll do a helluva lot fucking worse. After the week I’m having, I am just looking for an excuse to kick your fucking dick into the dirt. Do you understand?”

           By the time I finish speaking, my chest is heaving up and down and my eyes are narrowed into slits. The officer is so angry that he’s shaking, hands balled up to fists at his sides. For a moment, I think he’ll try to hit me, but then his hard-exterior cracks and the anger gives way to fear.

           “You – You can’t tell anyone about this,” he says, trying his best to sound menacing. But his voice wavers, and I can tell he’s losing his grip. “It’ll r-ruin my career.”

           I raise my hand up to his cheek, placing my palm over the red imprint I had left on his skin. And then I flash him the sweetest goddamn smile that ever there was.

           “I’d like to see you try to stop me.”

           I give him a pat on the cheek before turning around and heading for the door, only to stop halfway when I see that I have an audience of one.

           Spencer stands in the doorway, a coffee mug gripped tightly in one hand, mouth agape and eyes wide. He’s standing stock still, eyes darting in between the police officer and me. I let out an exasperated sigh because of-fucking-course it would be Spencer that would happen to walk in on whatever that just was.

           “Close your mouth, Reid. That’s how you catch flies,” I deadpan, prompting Spencer to snap his mouth shut.

           Without another word, I brush past him and leave the break room.

--

           I suppose the universe had decided to finally give me a break, because that afternoon we were able to apprehend the unsub. But my good fortune only went so far, because Hotch announced that we would be leaving first thing in the morning – which meant another night alone with Spencer Reid.

           He didn’t mention what he walked in on when the two of us arrived back at our room, and I didn’t expect him to. The two of us went about the motions of unwinding from the day in complete and utter silence, and by the time I emerge from the shower I decide that I’ve had enough.

           “I’m gonna go stay with Elle and Derek,” I murmur as I zip up my suitcase and slip on my shoes.

           “Oh. O-Okay.”

           And that was that.

           It’s about an hour later when my phone is on four percent that I realize I hadn’t remembered to bring my charger with me. I contemplate just letting it die, but the idea of sitting through a seven-hour jet ride tomorrow without it sounds excruciating. Then again, so does the idea of having to suffer through an interaction with Spencer.

           The phone wins out in the end, and with Derek and Elle still snoring softly in their respective beds, I slip out of the room and into the hallway. With any luck, Spencer will be in a similar state and I’ll be able to sneak in and out without him waking up.

           I think thank my lucky stars when I slowly crack open the door to Spencer’s room and see that the lights are off. I take special care to close the door as quietly as possible before tiptoeing across the carpeted floors, feeling my way around in the dark so that I don’t trip over anything.

I make it halfway across the room when I hear it – it’s quiet, and if the air conditioner had been on, I wouldn’t have even heard it at all. It’s faint, so faint that I wonder if I’d imagined it, but then that same sound breaks through the silence and I know it’s not a product of my imagination.

I hear the covers rustle, and then a low moan followed by the distinct sound of skin on skin. My blood runs cold as the moans grow louder and more frequent, rolling off Spencer’s lips in rapid succession. There’s heavy breathing and whimpering and holy fuck I just walked in on Spencer Reid masturbating.

Spencer cries out a particularly load moan, one that sounds so pornographic that it shoots straight to my core. It’s sexy and dirty and he sounds absolutely wrecked, and the part of my brain that is still capable of logical thinking is screaming get out! Get out, now!

I begin to slowly backtrack, moving at one tenth of the speed that I had coming in because the possibility of being caught is absolutely not an option. If Spencer hates me now, he’d really hate me if he found out I snuck into his room at night and heard… that.

I’m about five feet away from the door when:

“O-Oh my God, yes! Y/N, please - fuck!”

I think then that I certainly have to be dreaming, because there’s no way I’d just heard him correctly. There’s no way that Spencer – the same Spencer that scurried out of the room when I walked in – was moaning my name while he touched himself. Absolutely not.

But then it happens again and again and again – my name falling from his lips incessantly like some kind of debauched chant.

It feels like my skin is on fire – my mind a befuddled mess – and before my brain can tell me what a terrible idea it is, my feet are carrying me back into the room and I’m coming to a stop at the foot of Spencer’s bed.

Bathed in the glow of the moonlight shining through the window, Spencer looks ethereal. There’s a thin line of sweat beading on his forehead, and his usually meticulously slicked back hair is fanned out on the pillow like some sort of halo. His teeth are nestled into his bottom lip now, and all that can be heard are tiny whimpers as his hand slides up and down underneath the bed sheets. Spencer’s always beautiful, almost painfully so. But the way he looks now, shadows dancing across his face as he works himself to orgasm, is infinitely more breathtaking than words can express.

It doesn’t take long for Spencer to release his lip from beneath his teeth, and when he does my name is flying out of his mouth once more.

I take that as my invitation to speak.

“I don’t think I’ve heard you say my name before.”

Spencer’s entire body stills and his eyes fly open to reveal two dark pools full of sheer panic.

“I-I can explain,” he stammers, moving to clutch the comforter to his chest in an attempt to cover himself.

I let out a hum and sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Please do. I’m very interested in hearing about just what you were picturing me doing.”

Spencer sucks in a harsh breath. I can practically see the wheels in his brain turning -desperately trying to concoct some kind of reasonable explanation.

“I-I… I don’t… I’m s-sorry,” he stutters, and it’s so adorable how he’s squirming underneath my gaze that I decide to help him out.

“Was I sucking you off? Or were you fucking me?” I wonder aloud. He tries to hide it, thinking the covers will mask the way that his hips buck up, but I definitely see it.

“I-I…”

“Which was it, Spencer? Was I taking you down my throat or were you fucking my pussy? Or maybe I was coming undone on your face – was that it?”

Spencer lets out a low groan, and if my patience hadn’t been running so fucking thin, I probably would’ve left it at that. But after the hell he’d put me through for the last six months, I feel like he deserved to squirm a little.

“Fucking answer me.”

“Y-You were, um… r-riding me. And you s-slapped m-me.”

Oh.

This just got a lot more interesting.

I raise an eyebrow at him and I can see the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he gulps.

“So, you liked what you saw today, did you?”

Spencer nods so fervently that I have to bite down on my tongue to suppress a laugh.

“Words, baby. Use them.”

“I-I liked it. A lot.”

“Apparently so, seeing as you were moaning for it like a desperate little slut,” I breeze, my tone cool and indifferent. “Have you done this before, Doctor? Touched yourself to the thought of me, that is.”

“… Y-Yes. I’m s-sorry. I didn’t m-mean to. It just kind of happened one night, and once I started, I couldn’t s-stop.”

I reach out a hand and brush away the hair that had fallen into his face, tucking it back behind his ear before continuing.

“Why the cold shoulder, then? And here I thought you hated me,” I muse, before pausing and cocking my head to the side. “Do you hate me, Doctor?” I ask, and just when I thought he couldn’t look more guilty, he proves me wrong.

“No! I just… couldn’t be around you. I felt so b-bad. You were so nice, and I was using you to g-get off,” Spencer explains. “I couldn’t look you in the eye. Not after picturing you… like that.”

I let out a sigh. Knowing that Spencer didn’t actually hate me for the last six months was a relief. Knowing that Spencer was secretly rubbing one out to me was something else entirely. Whatever was I to do with this information?

“So, you want to fuck me, then?” I reiterate. “Why not tell me this sooner?”

“The probability of you responding positively to me telling you that I, uh, m-masturbate to you was very l-low. And after what I saw today, I think I was wise for keeping that from you,” Spencer says, the last part coming out in a rush. I can’t help but let out a low laugh.

“Yes, but the guy that was coming on to me today wasn’t someone I find attractive. He was pompous and crass and pushy - and you, Doctor Reid, are none of those things.”

“R-Really? You think I’m attractive?”

I hum.

“Very much so, Doctor. But I’m afraid you may have waited too long, and now I don’t feel as inclined to be nice,” I murmur, allowing my hand to trail down from his shoulder to his collar bones before lightly grazing his nipple with my thumb.

“O-Oh my… God,” Spencer whimpers, eyes fluttering shut as my fingers continue to dance across his skin.

“But then again, I don’t think you really want me to be nice to you. I think you want me to treat you like my little play thing.” I stop my hand just below his navel and I thumb across the light layer of hair that makes up his happy trail. “You want to be my dirty boy - don’t you, Doctor Reid?”

“P-Please,” Spencer chokes out, hips jerking up when I allow my thumb to graze a little lower.

“Please what?”

Spencer lets out a frustrated groan.

“Please, I-I want you to u-use me. However you want, just as l-long as you just do-don’t stop touching me,” he rambles. He’s shuddering underneath me, his breaths coming out in harsh pants as my hand wanders lower and lower until I abruptly pull away. “W-Why did you stop?”

“Because I don’t think you deserve to be touched just yet. You’ve got six months to make up to me, after all. I think I want you on your knees for me first,” I say, and from the way his eyes seem to dilate even further, I don’t think he has any objections. “Are you familiar with the color system?”

Spencer nods.

“Green for good, yellow means slow down, and red means stop now.”

“Do you have a safe word?”

“I… I’ve never really, uh. Done t-this.”

Oh. Oh.

I withdraw my hand from its place on his leg and Spencer lets out a distressed whine. “No, please! Don’t go. I’m not a complete virgin, I promise. I got a h-hand job once,” he argues. “And I think I’ve done enough, uh, research, and I really want to try to make you cum. I want to be good for you. Please let me try.”

Spencer looks like he’s about two seconds away from crying, and I can feel my argument dying before it even leaves my mouth.

“Oh, baby, I know you’d be so good,” I coo, and just like that Spencer’s leaning towards me, desperate to have the contact. I indulge him, placing my hand on his cheek, and he relaxes into the touch. “Are you sure you want to do this with me? I’m not what anyone would call vanilla, and I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.”

“I trust you. I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else,” Spencer whispers, and he sounds so damn sincere that I feel my resolve crumbling.

“You’ll let me know if at any point you want to stop?”

“Yes. Absolutely!”

Enthusiastic little shit.

“Safe word?”

“Um… Tolstoy?”

I let out a snort.

“Alright, smarty pants. We’re going to start now, okay?”

“Yes, Miss,” Spencer pants out.

Fuck me running. He clearly has been doing his research.

“Get on your knees for me, baby. I wanna see just how eager to please you are,” I instruct as I stand up and shimmy out of my shorts. I discard my shirt, too, absentmindedly throwing it somewhere across the room. Spencer lets out a startled squeak when he sees that I’m now completely naked, aside from my underwear.

“Y-You’re so pretty,” Spencer breathes out. “Even better than I imagined.”

The sentiment tugs at my heart, really, it does, but I specifically requested that he get on his knees and he seems a lot more content to just sit and stare.

“On your knees,” I command, and Spencer jumps up almost comically fast.

“S-Sorry, Miss,” he apologizes as he lowers himself down. I seat myself on the edge of the bed and spread my legs for him.

“Don’t apologize, just do as I ask of you, okay baby?”

Spencer nods.

“C-Can I kiss you? Like on the lips first?” Spencer asks as he looks up at me with big doe eyes. It’s a beautiful thing, the image of Spencer Reid sitting in between my legs, cheeks flushed and chest rapidly rising and falling. I give Spencer a sweet smile and lean forward, and the excitement radiating off of him is practically palpable. He leans forward, too eager to wait for me to close the gap, and the action makes my chest swell in adoration.

Just as our lips are about to meet, I pause, and Spencer barely has the time to look confused before my palm connects with the side of his face. The moan it draws out of him is obscene and his hips jolt forward, desperate for some kind of friction. His dick rests painfully hard between his legs, flushed red with precum beading at the tip.

I waste no time in taking his chin in my hand and tilting his head upwards.

“Did I say you could kiss me?” I ask him, voice sugary sweet, contrasting starkly with my actions.

“N-No, Miss. I’m sorry,” Spencer pants out. His hand twitches at his side and I can see how desperately he wants to touch himself, but his desire to please keeps him still.  

“Then the answer is no. Maybe if you can prove to me that you aren’t completely incompetent at eating pussy, I’ll consider it,” I allow a moment for my words to sink in. “Color?”

“Green. So fucking green,” Spencer whines.

“Good boy,” I praise him, and the effects of my words are instantaneous. Spencer rests his cheek against the skin of my thigh and then he’s nuzzling his face against me in a silent plea for permission. After a moment, his pleas become a lot less silent.

“Wanna be your good boy - please let me,” Spencer begs as his nose brushes against my skin. “I want to make you feel good. S’all I ever think about, since the first time I saw you.”

His words send a jolt of pleasure to my core and I reward his brazen honesty with a tender smile and a nod.

“Go ahead, baby. Let me see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.”

The words barely have time to leave my mouth before Spencer is reaching out and hooking a finger underneath the waistband of my panties. I raise up off the bed just enough for him to slide them down my legs, and before I even manage to settle back down onto the bed, Spencer literally dives in. He starts with one long lick, and by the time he reaches my clit he’s crying out lewd moans against me. The feel of the vibrations mixed with the feel of his mouth on me is maddening in the best possible way, and my eyelids threaten to flutter closed under the weight of my pleasure.

“Fuck, baby – you’re doing so good,” I sigh as I lift my hand up and card my fingers through his hair. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”

Spencer’s movements stutter when he feels my hand tangle itself into his hair, and I let out a light chuckle. I grab hold of the roots and give an experimental tug. My actions cause his hips to jolt forward violently.

“O-Oh my…” Spencer keens, raising his glossy, lust filled eyes to mine. “H-Harder, please.”

I oblige, and Spencer lets out a particularly filthy groan before lapping at my pussy like a man possessed. His hands come to wrap around my thighs and he pulls me closer to him, causing me to let out a gasp when his nose nudges against my clit. The sound only spurs him on further – Spencer begins assaulting my clit, alternating between short, kitten licks and light sucking. The control I had so adamantly been asserting over him began to slip from my fingertips the longer he worked his mouth against me, and quiet, breathy moans started falling from my lips.

“Such a good boy, Spence,” I moan as I scratch my fingernails against his scalp. “You’re making me feel so good, baby. Love that dirty little mouth of yours.”

Spencer thrives on the praise – that much is made obvious by the way he whimpers and tightens his grip on my thighs. He’s completely submitted himself to the act of getting me off, only stopping long enough to cry out when my hands give a particularly harsh tug on his hair.

“Add a finger, baby,” I tell him, allowing my hand to drift down the side of his face, caressing the sharp angles of his cheekbones.

Spencer releases my thigh from his hold and tentatively raises a hand to my entrance, eyes raising to meet mine.

“You’ll tell me if I do something wrong?” he asks, and his concern is so endearing that I tilt his chin upwards and lean forward until my lips meet his.

Spencer gasps into the kiss, shocked, but it doesn’t take him long before his lips are moving against mine fervently. His lips are slick with my arousal, and I dart my tongue out just long enough to swipe it across his bottom lip.

           “D’you like how I taste, baby?” I murmur against his lips, pulling back slightly when Spencer tries to bring his lips down against mine.

           “S-So much,” he whispers, before letting out a frustrated groan when I tease him with the slightest brush of my lips before pulling away again. “P-Please, kiss me again.”

           I bump my nose against his before I reach down and grab his hand in mine.

           “Don’t be a greedy boy, Spencer. Greedy boys don’t get to cum,” I chastise him as I raise his hand up to my mouth. I trace my bottom lip with his pointer finger as Spencer watches on in rapt fascination, before taking the digit into my mouth and sucking. Spencer chokes out a pathetic cry and his hips hopelessly buck into the air as I swirl my tongue around the pad of his finger, taking special care to coat it with spit before releasing it from my mouth.

           I guide his hand back down to my pussy, gasping when the tip of his finger brushes across my entrance.

           “Just take it slow, baby. Start with one and move up to two once you get the hang of it.”

           Spencer nods, eyes alternating between my face and my entrance as he slowly slides his finger in me.

           “You’re so warm, oh my God,” Spencer breathes out, tentatively pulling out his finger before inserting it back in. I hum appreciatively as he begins to move faster, eyelids fluttering shut when he lowers his head and begins languidly licking my clit.

           “Feels so nice, Spence. I fucking love your fingers. Knew that they’d feel like this. I can only imagine how good your cock will feel,” I ramble, one hand fisted in the sheets and the other tugging on his honey brown hair.

           I groan as he inserts a second finger, reveling in the way he’s stretching me out.

           “Curl your fingers when you – fuck! Just like that, baby. Gonna make me cum if you keep doing t-that.”

Spencer speeds up both the onslaught of his fingers and his mouth at my admission, tongue working figure eights on my clit while his fingers brush up against my g-spot. A familiar warmth starts to spread in my lower belly, and with every swipe of Spencer’s tongue against my clit, the coil in my stomach winds tighter and tighter until, finally:

“O-Oh, fuck, Spence!”

The coil snaps, sending jolts of pleasure straight through my core. I can feel the way my walls tighten around Spencer’s fingers as my orgasm rips through me, never stopping their ministrations in an attempt to help me ride out my high. Vibrations ripple across my clit when Spencer lets out a cry of his own before his movements halt completely as shudders wrack his body.

I know he didn’t just…

           I allow myself a moment to recover before I lean forward and drag my eyes down Spencer’s slender frame – and sure enough, his tummy is covered in white ropes of cum and his now softening cock is hanging limply between his legs.

           Spencer’s eyes reluctantly open when his shudders cease, and one look at my pissy expression is enough to send him into a fit.

           “I-I didn’t mean to cum! I’m so sorry, Miss. It’s j-just that you looked so pretty when you came, and you taste so good! And you were pulling my hair, and you called me a good boy and I just couldn’t do it anymo-”

           “Shut up,” I seethe, voice cold and laced with annoyance. Spencer’s mouth snaps shut and he gulps. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t remember saying that you were allowed to come. Am I mistaken?”            “N-No, Miss.”

           “Mm, that’s what I thought,” I hum. “Stand up.”

           “B-But I want to make you cum again! Can I plea-”

           “Shut the fuck up and stand up, Spencer.”

           Spencer rushes to his feet, stumbling a bit when his legs begin to shake. He corrects himself, standing perfectly still in front of me with a shameful look on his face. I scoot back on the bed and fix him with a stony look.

           “I want you to lay on your stomach across my lap. Can you do that, Doctor Reid, or are you too stupid to follow simple directions?”

           Spencer adamantly shakes his head, scrambling to splay out across my bare thighs. Once he’s comfortable, I raise a palm to his bare ass cheek and smooth my hand across the skin.

           “Color?”

           “G-Green,” Spencer stutters out.

           “Wonderful. Since you’ve decided to be a greedy little slut and cum before I gave you permission, I’m going to punish you. Do you remember your safe word, baby?”

           “Tolstoy.”

           “Good boy. I’m going to give you ten, and I want you to count them out for me. One for every month you held out on me, and four because you’re an insolent little whore who can’t do as he’s told. Does that sound fair to you?”

           “Y-Yes, Miss. P-Please.”

           A harsh smack sounds throughout the room, and Spencer lets out a whorish moan that’s bound to wake the people in the neighboring rooms. The pale skin of his ass transforms to red, and I rub my palm across it soothingly.

           “O-One,” Spencer says through gritted teeth as he rocks his hips against my legs.

           “You okay, baby?”

           “Y-Yes, Miss. Please don’t stop. I deserve it. P-Punish me, please.”

           My palm comes down across his ass four more times, and with each strike I watch Spencer fall apart right before my eyes. Tears are gliding down his flushed cheeks, and his cock is now painfully hard against my legs.

           “Five more to go, baby. Keep counting for me, my pretty boy.”

           By the time my hand comes down against his flesh for the final time, Spencer has devolved into a mess of pathetic whimpers. His cock is smearing precum across my thighs as he rocks against me, and his ass is covered in a litany of bright red marks. Incomprehensible pleas are falling from his lips, and his hands are tightly fisted in the sheets.

           I lean forward and place a gentle kiss to each of his battered cheeks.

           “T-Thank you, Miss. Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

           “You’re welcome, baby. Can you go lay in the center of the bed for me?”

           Spencer gives a feeble nod and crawls to the center of the bed, carefully laying himself down and letting out a low hiss when his ass came in contact with the mattress.

           I let him rest against the sheets before I roll over and settle in between his legs.

           Spencer’s cock, painfully hard and leaking precum, sits against his belly. Spencer watches as I trace lithe fingers up his thigh, his chest rising and falling quickly as I get closer to where he demands my attention.

           A garbled groan rips from his throat when my hand grasps his cock, and I have to place my other hand on his hip and force him back down onto the bed when he tries to buck up.

           “Stay still, baby,” I tut as I drag my fist up and down at an agonizingly slow pace.

           “S-Sorry, M-Miss,” Spencer stutters. His brows are drawn together and his eyes are heavy lidded. “Need m-more, please.”

           “Mm, I don’t think you need more. You just want more. Dumb little greedy baby,” I tease as my thumb swipes across his head.

           “Oh… G-God, please!” Spencer mewls.

           “Is what I’m giving you not good enough?”

           “N-No, it’s just-”

           I raise an eyebrow at him and halt my movements.

           “No, it isn’t good enough?”

           Spencer lets out a frustrated groan and his fists clench the sheets.

           “P-Please, Miss! I’ll be your good boy, I promise. Just let me cum, please, I want it so bad!”

           Thoroughly pleased by his shameless begging, I start moving my hand again.

           “Let me know when you’re about to cum, baby.”

           That moment comes when, not thirty seconds later, the muscles in Spencer’s abdomen start to spasm – telltale signs of an impending orgasm. Spencer is so lost in the way my hand is moving against his cock that he makes no move to warn me, and just as I see his eyes start to flutter shut, I withdraw my hand.

           “W-Why did yo-”

           “You didn’t tell me you were about to cum. I thought you said you were going to be a good boy, Spencer? You sure aren’t acting like someone who wants to cum.”

           “S-Sorry, please, just… fuck!”

           Spencer’s whole-body folds in on itself when my mouth wraps around the head of his cock. I swirl my tongue around the tip, lapping up the precum that had gathered before I pull away.

           “You’ve got such a pretty cock, baby. Can’t believe nobody’s had you in their mouth yet,” I murmur, pausing to drag my tongue along the veiny underside of his erection. “Let me hear you, baby. Wanna know how much you like when I use my mouth on you.”

           “Love it so much, oh God… Feels so warm and wet. Thank you so much, Miss. God, it feels perfect,” Spencer keens as I take him into my mouth again. Mumbled praises fall from his lips as I take him deeper, and the second my nose hits the soft skin of his belly, Spencer’s hand comes up and begins to tap incessantly on my shoulder.

           “S-Stop! I-I’m close – Jesus Christ, I’m so fucking close and I really want to cum inside you, i-if that’s okay with you,” Spencer babbles, eyes wide and pleading. I smile up at him.

           “Do you think you deserve to cum in my pussy?”

           “H-Honestly, no, but I’m hoping you’ll let me anyways,” Spencer says, shooting me an adorably shy smile that has my heart doing somersaults in my chest. I let out a light laugh and shake my head, moving to straddle his lap.

           “Are you sure you want to do this, Spence?” I murmur as I caress the side of his face with my hands. “This can stop right here, if you want it to.”

           “Please, Miss. I want this. I want you,” Spencer reiterates, eyes shining and filled to the brim with adoration.

           “Want you, too, baby. You can call me my name now, if you want,” I say as I place a gentle kiss on his lips. I move to pull away, but Spencer’s hand is quick to grasp the back of my neck and pull me back in.

           While our lips move together, frenzied and desperate, I sneak a hand in between our bodies and grab Spencer’s cock. He gasps into my mouth as I drag his head in between my folds.

           “I-I won’t last long,” Spencer chokes out, eyes trained on where I’m rubbing him against me. “I’ll try my b-best, but I’m sorry if I c-cum too fast.”

           I sink down just enough that his head is the only thing inside me, watching as his face contorts beautifully as a result.

           “Don’t worry about me, baby. Tonight’s all about you.”

           With one last, chaste kiss to his lips, I slowly begin to lower myself down onto his length. The sound of our moans fill the room as Spencer clings desperately to me, hands finally finding purchase on my hips.

           “Y/N, fuck, you feel so good,” Spencer whimpers as I begin to slowly rock against him. “I-I knew it would feel good, but oh my God. I-I can’t… I’m gonna cum, soon. M’so sorry.”

           His admission prompts me to move faster, raising my hips until he’s almost completely out of me before I’m slamming back down.

           “Spence, you feel so good. Such a good boy – my good boy.”

           “Yes, yes, I’m all yours! Only yours, please!” Spencer whines. I lean forward, and the change of angle is enough for both of us to cry out.

           “Are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me, Spence?” I murmur into his ear, biting lightly against his earlobe. “I want you to cum in me, baby. Don’t you want to be my good boy?” I punctuate my words by lightly wrapping my hand around this throat and squeezing, and that’s all it takes for Spencer to completely fall apart underneath me. 

           “Y/N - fuck!”

           Spencer’s grip on my hips tightens as he bucks up into me, painting the inside of my pussy with his cum as he yells out strangled exclamations of my name. He presses his face into my shoulder as I ride him through his orgasm, whispering quiet thank yous and pressing open mouthed kisses to my skin as the euphoria floods through his body.

             I place a kiss to his forehead before I crawl off of him, having every intention of getting up and procuring a wet washrag. But Spencer reaches out to grip my arm, and his eyes look so sad that I stop in my tracks.

           “C-Can you stay? Please?”

           The insecurity in his voice tugs at my heart.

           “Of course, I’m staying. Was just gonna get a wet washrag for us. M’not gonna leave you, Spence,” I murmur. Spencer visibly untenses, but his grip on my arm doesn’t lessen.

           “Could you just stay here a little bit longer?”

           “Sure thing, baby,” I say, prompting Spencer’s lips to pull up into a pleased smile. I crawl back into the bed and lay on my back, and Spencer instantly plasters himself to my side. He hums contentedly as he wraps his arms around me, and I let out a light laugh when I catch him stealing glances at me.

           “What is it, baby?”

           A rosy blush spreads across his cheeks.

           “Can I kiss you?”

           After everything we just did, he still feels the need to ask permission to kiss me. What a sweet boy.

           My answer comes in the form of me pressing my lips to his, and that’s how we stay until he pulls away.

           “I have another question,” he says shyly.

           “Lay it on me, baby.”

           The blush on his cheeks gets significantly more pronounced.

           “It’s just that, uh, you didn’t get to cum again. And I really want you to, because you took such good care of me,” Spencer pauses, and his fingertips lightly graze the inside of my thigh. “C-Could I please eat you out again?” Another pause, and he retracts his hand. “I-It’s okay if not. I understand if you just wanted this to be… a one-time thing. I guess I was just kind of hoping that it w-wouldn’t be. But that’s silly – you were just doing me a favor. I’m sorry I asked.”

           Spencer cringes as he finishes speaking, not even giving me a chance to reply before he’s trying to pull away. I tighten my grip on his arm, and Spencer gives me a weary look.

           “First of all, I don’t think I would ever say no to being eaten out – especially if you’re the one offering. Second, this is definitely not a one off. I have lots of plans for you, pretty boy,” I explain, and the relief that radiates off of Spencer is almost palpable.

           “Thank God,” he sighs, and then he’s scooting down the bed and settling in between my legs.

--

           And if the rest of the team notices the way Spencer starts following me around like a lost puppy - well, they’re all kind enough not to point it out.

[writing-in-april]

Guest Lecturer

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader gets Spencer riled up during class while he’s guest lecturing.

A/N: This is my 6th fic for my 750 follower celebration! This one kind of got away from me and I’ve been second guessing what I wrote all day lmao- I also imagine this as like season 9/10 Spencer. Thank you again to @spencers-dria who listens to all my rants about my writing AND gave me this idea. She’s amazing, everyone should go check out her fics.

Warnings: 18+, Established FWB relationship, Teasing in public, Spencer gets an untimely boner, Oral sex (M receiving), Unprotected sex, Degradation, Creampie

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.6k

“One of the earliest modern theories about criminology stated that criminals couldn’t help it—they were simply born that way. Cesare Lombroso came up with the theory, which he called “The Criminal Man,” in the late 19th century. Lombroso’s theory helped to unify criminal traits and identification (while also perhaps not paying enough attention to upbringing and environment as criminal factors).”

Whenever I invited Spencer to guest lecture in the criminology course I taught I got even more excited to do my job. The way he delivered every lecture sucked me in immediately, my full attention completely on him.

Today however, was different. The lecture I had invited him to do on the early history of the subject was material I had heard millions of times before as an educator. My mind was wandering more than usual and it had specifically wandered to observing how good Dr. Reid looked today. The two of us weren’t officially together, but all the late nights we both spent at each other’s apartments were not just to ‘hang out’.

I decided to tease him a little, to put my distracted mind to good use, after all he did something similar last week. I was sitting in the back of the relatively small lecture hall, but I knew of ways I could get Spencer’s eyes on me within an instant.

He was rambling on about the flaws in early criminology theories when I started to unbutton and shuck off my blazer. It was an innocent act that any wandering eyes of my students would not question, but the way I purposefully slightly traced over the edges of my bra was sure to get Spencer’s attention.

“S-sorrry class, I lost my train of thought.” I smirked as he stumbled over his words, he was so easy. He picked the lecture back up swiftly after that, though perhaps he was rambling a bit faster than before.

I was unsatisfied, so I continued on in my pursuit to make Spencer blush. I made a show of how I started to unbutton my blouse, but only the first two, I wasn’t trying to get fired here. The top two buttons, however small, served their purpose. When unbuttoned, they showed just enough of my chest that Spencer again started stuttering. My students were rather used to his stuttering, he’d often get talking so fast that he’d trip over his words and have to start the sentence over again. Knowing that in this case, his stuttering was for a different reason made my panties start to dampen.

My final tease towards the end of the lecture was to show him how turned on I was just from teasing him. I looked to make sure none of my students were just as distracted as I was and had wandering eyes before enacting the final stage of my revenge. I shifted to the side in my seat so my legs were facing halfway into the aisle, then uncrossing them which gave Spencer a good look at my panties. Maybe he would also be able to see the wet spot that had already begun to form, I was so glad I wore a skirt today.

His cheeks were starting to flush a deep red as he tried to casually shuffle behind the podium on the other side of the small stage where he finished the last bit of his lecture. I had no doubt he moved there in an attempt to hide his tightening slacks. I smirked again, mission accomplished.

After the end of his lecture I made my way up to the stage and dispersed my students. Once they had all asked their lingering questions to me and Spencer I turned to him and asked coyly, “Could we go talk in my office, Spencer?”

—-

“Sit down.” I commanded and motioned to my desk chair at the other side of the office. Spencer immediately followed my command, sitting down obediently on the chair with his hands laced together in front of him. “Why were you so distracted today Spencer?”

The flush that had been present earlier returned to his cheeks at my words before he started to stutter out, “You were t-teasing me during the lecture, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Well- you teased me last week did you not? After all, who was the poet that said- All is fair in love and war?” I asked while making my way to stand tall over where he was sitting in my chair.

“John Lyly.” He did not stutter this time when he answered my question, but the end of it rose in pitch when I started to get down on my knees. I may have been the one getting down on my knees, but there was no doubt who was the one in charge, me.

“You alright with me being a little rougher with my words today Spencer?” We had talked about rougher degradation before, he had even used harsh words on me before, though I still wanted to make sure that he was ok with it. Once he gave me the go ahead I only had one more thing to say to him before. Got started, “And, make sure to be quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear how loud you are for me, would we?”

He nodded fast at my command, already so desperate for me to get started. I pulled his belt out of the loops then swiftly pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard length to me. I kissed my way up his length, following the already throbbing vein that ran up the side before taking him into my mouth. His hands pulled into fists as I started to bob my head vigorously, also making sure to hollow my cheeks. I then batted his hand away when it involuntarily came to rest on my hand, then grabbed both of his hands to hold them down on the seat of the chair. Then, while holding him down partially I took him as far down my throat as possible, slightly gagging on him. His hips squirmed a little and when I looked up through my lashes I could see him biting down hard on his bottom lip to contain his moans. My own wetness was making me just as desperate as him, I pulled off of him so I could have us both indulge. His hips jerked desperately towards my mouth searching out his release he so desperately wanted. At least he was silently complaining and didn’t break my no noises rule. I spoke with a bite in my tone as I stripped out of my own clothes, “Don’t complain, despite being a desperate little thing you have been good so far, I was going to let you cum inside.” I hovered my dripping pussy over his length, I needed an apology from him before I was to indulge myself.

“I’m sorry…” He whimpered. “Please, let me have you?”

“Since you seem so sorry I’ll let it slide.” I scoffed a little before allowing myself to sink down onto his length. I had to bite my own lip hard as I felt all the ridges of his cock while I slowly sunk down on him, he always filled me so perfectly. As I started to move on top of him slowly I reveled in the way he tried to move underneath me, but the way I sat above him in the desk chair had his hips pinned firmly down.

“What do you think everyone would say if they saw you underneath me? What would they say when they found out that their guest lecturer is such a little whore for their professor?” He mewled loudly at my degrading words, so loudly that I had to clamp your hand over his mouth. “I told you to be quiet, I guess since you’re incapable of following my directions all the way through, I’ll just have to keep my hand here.”

He mewled underneath my hand, not stopping himself from holding back his noises now that my hand was muffling them. I could tell he was getting close, so I sped up the rolling of my hips and increased how harshly I bounced on top of him.

“Cum with me.” I ordered just as I could feel my orgasm beginning to overtake me. Spencer happily took my orders, it only took two more thrusts for him to come apart. He greedily grabbed my hips and slammed me down all the way down onto his length, spilling himself as deep inside me as he could. I would’ve normally chastised him for his greediness, but I was too distracted by the devastating orgasm I was riding out to really care.

After we both rode out our highs I let Spencer bask in the warmth of me for a few minutes before I got up to dole out the aftercare. Aftercare was arguably my favorite part of being with Spencer. I enjoyed my post coital conversations with him immensely and he was also the best at cuddling.

“Do you think your students suspected anything?” The worry in his voice was evident as I cleaned up the evidence of our excursion.

“No I don't think so, and even if they did they wouldn’t say anything, we didn’t do anything that would get me fired.” I hummed and sat down on Spencer’s lap, enveloping him in my warmth. I ran my fingers through his hair loving the way his curls felt through my fingers, I was so glad I didn’t have any more classes I had to teach today. I spoke again, with a little more affection in my tone compared to our normal post coital bliss conversations,“You are my favorite guest lecturer.”

“I’m your favorite guest lecturer?”

I snickered a little bit before answering,“Did I never tell you? You’re actually my only one.”

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I’d like to request “There was never an us.” for Moxiety, because I never see betrayal-type angst with that ship

hell’s kitchen

“after a good dinner one can forgive anybody.”—oscar wilde, a woman of no importance

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warnings: food mentions, spice mentions, bickering-type arguing, mostly fluff but please let me know if i’ve missed any!

pairings: moxiety, not mentioned logince

words: 1,437

notes: ohhhhh my god. oHHHH my god. okay look when you say “betrayal-type angst” my brain just went NOPE and as such uhhhh here’s this. takes place after “cohabit” in the wyliwf verse. thank to @teacupfulofstarshine for the “funny names will not save you” line, and also the title!

one of the best parts of living with virgil—other than falling asleep in his arms every night or pressing himself up against virgil’s back, or waking up snuggling him just about every morning, or, like, cuddling on the couch during movie nights, or, like, everything, everything about it—is the fact that he gets to eat virgil-made food all the time.

it. is. fantastic.

he has, of course, offered to help in the ways he can, and pointed out that virgil doesn’t have to cook all the time but virgil always waves him off, pointing out that it’s something he loves to do, and cooking for logan and patton means that he gets to branch out from the usual menu at his diner, which means that patton gets to eat a lot of things he’s basically never heard of before but is now an ardent fan of, like scaccia for dinner and ossetian khachapuri for breakfast.

and if he doesn’t feel like it, it means that patton can sub in with his (admittedly much more basic) cooking, like spaghetti or pizza. sometimes, logan cooks, mostly in preparation for college and eventually living on his own, and that’s always fun to watch virgil guide logan through some basic recipes, and if none of them are up to cooking, they’ll order out (usually from al’s pancake world or anywhere but virgil’s, since virgil admits he’s kind of sick of eating his own diner food.)

doing more dishes in exchange for really good food is a more-than-fair trade, in patton’s mind. there are sometimes misses, like when virgil makes ema datshi and the three of them go red in the face from the sheer amount of spice, drinking nearly a gallon of milk between all of them in an effort to kill the fire in their mouths, but those are few and far between. 

so when he comes downstairs to virgil dishing up a bowl of mac and cheese for dinner one night, saying that he’s trying out a new recipe, it’s not suspicious, necessarily, but it is a little tame. patton guesses he’s left the middle-eastern food kick he’s been on for the past couple weeks and wanted to do something relatively low-effort; he has kind of been doing a food world tour for quite a while.

but patton smiles up at him, and kisses him on the cheek, and thanks him for dinner, and then goes to call logan down for dinner, because he’s locked himself up in his room to do intensive research for a story for the franklin. 

by the time logan’s come down, virgil’s setting out bowls of some kind of salad, which like, fine, patton guesses, because one of the other drawbacks (or benefits, his doctor and virgil would probably say benefits) meant that virgil got to serve them a lot more healthy side dishes or main courses than he would have had to in the diner, since they aren’t ordering and paying for their dinner.

“hey, kid,” virgil says. “research going okay?”

logan takes a deep breath, which makes patton tamp down his grin. oh, that means they’re in for a lecture.

(logan is a fantastic journalist, and he’s going to do great things out there in the world, but patton thinks that maybe, after he wins fifty thousand pulitzers and maybe a nobel prize, logan would make a great teacher. or at least, in the midst of winning fifty thousand pulitzers, patton hopes that he’ll do some guest lectures at a university, or something, telling all the future bright-eyed journalists about his own adventures and how to best chase a story.)

so logan speaks about the various rabbit holes his research has led him down between bites of mac and cheese and salad and sips of water, fielding questions from virgil and patton, at one point getting up and grabbing a notepad to jot down some kind of idea that patton’s question sparked in his head.

logan talks about his day, too, even if it is mostly in the realm of talking about what happened in his franklin class, and virgil talks about his day too (”taylor,” he growls, “is up to something” which makes logan’s ears perk up and jot it down on the notepad, because the pair of them are… well, he would say menaces, if taylor wasn’t so taylor, not that he’d ever say that out loud.) and so does patton, even if his day was mostly dull—really, the most exciting thing was an update on pau-pau, one of michel’s precious dogs.

but it’s a good family dinner. it’s a nice family dinner, the three of them talking and laughing occasionally. it’s good company, good food, and patton is happy.

at the end of dinner, logan goes back to his room basically as soon as he can, frowning down at his notepad and jotting down more notes even as he’s going up the stairs, and patton laughs a little after him, shaking his head.

“workaholic,” patton says affectionately. 

“well, he didn’t actively start researching during dinner, that’s an improvement over last week,” virgil suggests, and patton snorts, shaking his head, before he retreats back into the kitchen and goes to gather up the bowls.

“dinner was really good,” patton says brightly. “the mac and cheese tasted different, but that’s probably ‘cause it’s not kraft.”

“oh, good,” virgil says, and hands over the cup that patton’s reaching for, before patton even asks. “it’s a new recipe, i was hoping you two would like it.”

patton tilts the empty bowls so that virgil can see, before he moves to start rinsing out dishes to stick them in the dishwasher. “well, it was a big hit.”

“good,” virgil repeats. “i’m glad—um, i used milk, salt and pepper, yellow onion—”

patton hums, to show off interest; virgil likes to talk what goes into each recipe, if patton’s not in the room while he’s cooking. mostly because virgil likes to know what’s in everything he’s eating, but hey, it’s interesting enough to patton too, because virgil’s passionate about cooking.

“—vegetable broth—”

“vegetable broth?” patton repeats, because he thinks that the water rushing over the dishes is distorting his hearing.

“uh-huh,” virgil says. “um, gruyere, parsley on top, zoodlesandbutternutsquash—”

patton shuts off the water and turns to face him.

“what was that last part?”

virgil looks abruptly sheepish.

“…zucchini noodles and butternut squash,” he says.

patton gapes at him.

“i mean, you liked it,” virgil points out, fumbling over his words. “so now whenever i serve it, i know you can’t use the excuse of not having liked it—”

“you,” patton says, “snuck me a healthy dinner. in mac and cheese.”

“you liked it!” virgil says defensively.

“you betrayed me. in my own house!” patton declares, mostly joking but also a little affronted.

“our own house,” virgil says, and patton’s lips twitch up, because virgil’s using his sentimentality against him, that jerk who cares deeply for patton’s health!!!!

“there was never an us,” patton says dramatically. 

“they’re zoodles!”

“a funny name won’t save you now,” patton says, haughty. “this settles it.”

“settles what?” virgil says.

“i will accept,” patton says, “ice cream from lucy’s as a gesture of apology.”

virgil throws back his head, laughing, and patton traces the long column of his throat with his eyes. virgil reaches over to swat patton with a dish towel. “i thought you were actually mad!”

“not mad,” patton says. “annoyed, maybe, and just a little. it’s mac and cheese, virgil, you already had a side salad!”

“eating healthy isn’t gonna kill you,” virgil says. “the opposite, really.”

“you’re impossible,” patton says, which would probably be more convincing if he wasn’t smiling.

virgil grins back, leaning down to press a kiss to patton’s upturned lips. “i love you very much.”

“impossible,” patton sighs up at him. “how am i supposed to be annoyed at you for being thoughtful about my vitamin intake and taking an active concern in my health because you generally care for my welfare, and you’re so cute at the same time?”

“it’s a talent,” virgil says smugly, and patton snorts a little, before thwacking him with the same dish towel.

“go,” he says, a laugh still around the edges of his voice. “i have chores to do.”

“if you say so,” virgil says, disappearing around the corner, and patton hesitates before he turns, just a little.

“i wasn’t kidding about the lucy’s!” patton calls after him, still smiling despite himself, and turns back to the dishes.

even if the dish itself was full of betrayal—and he won’t admit this—the mac and cheese was pretty good.

[jiminniethemarshmallow]

Moonlight (M)

Pairing: Werewolf!Jimin x reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, maybe a lil angst idk

Summary: It’s Halloween and also the first full moon you’ve experienced since you were bitten. 

Warnings: dom!Jimin, sub!Reader, dirty talk, use of the word “bitch”, knotting, slight impreg kink

Word count: 12,360

A/N: It’s still Halloween where I live so technically it’s not late 🤷🏽‍♀️🎃 

Prompt #51: “The full moon is out tonight. You know what that means.”

You rest your chin in the palm of your hand, pouting up at your friend Jiwoo as she stands at the head of the large table.

“Okay everyone, let’s go over the plans for next week,” She announces, uncapping her pen excitedly. She stands in front of a dry erase board with everyone’s names written on it, beginning her presentation immediately. “This has to be the biggest and greatest party ever thrown, you hear me? And greatness takes time, that’s why we have to start getting ready for it now, so I need everyone to listen.”

“We’ve only been preparing for a whole month and a half.” Jooheon mumbles sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. Jiwoo catches this and addresses him.

“I like to plan ahead,” She replies in a sweet voice. “Not everyone is an unorganized, lazy procrastinator like you, sweetheart.” 

He scoffs as she continues, starting to list off names and what job everyone is assigned to. Food, drinks, decoration, costume ideas, theme management (whatever that was), getting approval from neighbors, music, etc. You’re only half listening when she calls your name, assigning you to the role of the hype person. You were responsible for handing out fliers and invitations to as many people as possible and making sure everyone knew how great this party was. After all, Halloween is not only spooky season, but also party season and you were sure to be competing with various groups of people for party guests. Your best friend Halin was also assigned to this job and she easily accepts.

“I’ll be in charge of the social media advertising, (Y/n) can handle fliers and invitations.” She announces, tweeting a photo of one of the fliers before handing the stack to you.

“I don’t know why you want me to be the publicist, I know the least amount of people out of all of us.” You huff. It was true, you’ve always kept a small friend group that you kept close to you, never really straying too far from those people, especially since you met Jimin and his pack. 

You’ve been with Jimin for a while now. You first met him a little over a year ago, found out he and his friends were werewolves 9 months ago, started dating him 6 months ago, and moved in with him 4 months ago. Oh, and did I mention that sometime within the last month he bit you accidentally on purpose, turning you into a werewolf as well? In all fairness, you asked for it. When you first started dating, you begged him to change you because you “wanted to be like them”. You hated being the boring human living in a house of wolves who lived a completely different lifestyle than you. It’s not like your human self was anything special in the first place. You explained to him that you’ve thought about it long and hard and that you wanted it, but he still refused, claiming that he didn’t want to change your normal way of life irreversibly; to which you responded that your life hasn’t been “normal” since you met him and got involved with his pack. For months you pleaded with him, until one night he finally changed his mind, biting you when you least expected it while in the consuming depths of pleasure. “That way it wouldn’t hurt so bad,” Jimin explained afterward, licking at the bleeding wound. The transformation was a slow learning experience for you and the pack, none of you knew what would happen when a human was bitten, but it’s been a month and you’re just now starting to see the effects.

For one thing, you’re a lot more aware of your surroundings. You hear and see a thousand times better than you did before, although still not as well as your wolf friends, are a lot stronger and faster than before, and on occasion you really crave rare cooked steak. Physically, you haven’t changed much, except for the shift in color of your irises, turning an even more vibrant shade of the color they were before. Of course you claimed to your friends that they were contacts when they first noticed, immediately going out to buy actual contacts to bring them back to their original color. Jimin said that you may feel more impulsive or aggressive now, but so far the worst that’s happened is that you’ve lashed out on an annoying stranger on the street one day. Oh, and the whole first week after you were bitten when you couldn’t keep your hands off of Jimin. Your sexual desire was so strong that he kept you in the manor until he was sure you wouldn’t rip off your clothes and jump him in public. He entertained your lust a few times, but for the most part he maintained his self control, watching you intently as you pranced around the house naked, trying to entice him with your body whenever you were alone and getting super possessive whenever anyone went near him, male or female. But you were over it now. For the most part.

“You don’t need to know a lot of people to hand out fliers.” Jiwoo states flatly. “All you have to do is walk around and tell people about the party. Find people our age, look for groups, that type of thing.” She says with a shrug. “I believe in you.”

Hesitating, you grab the fliers and lean back in your seat, zoning out again. It’s hard not to be nervous to bring up the party to Namjoon, your pack’s Alpha male. Although he has a heart of gold, he’s still very strict and isn’t afraid to put any members of the pack back in their place. And now that you’re officially a member, his power over you is indisputable. Anything he says goes.

You remember when you first told him Jimin bit you, although you got the feeling he could sense it right when you walked into the room. Both of you sat as he stood over you, assuming his dominant position above you as unnecessary apologies escaped your lips. He just smiled his beautiful dimply smile and reassured you that everything was okay and that the pack would gladly accept you as its newest member, especially since you were already living with them and were so close to everyone. You remember him lecturing you on how important it was for you to be more reserved now that you were also a werewolf and will start experiencing various changes. 

“Of course you can still go out in public, hang out with people, just make sure to keep yourself unnoticeable. You might need to buy some contacts,” He states, taking note of your eye color. “But as long as you keep your canines away, everything should be fine.” Were those supposed to come in? You had yet to find out. 

When he told you that you had to keep a smaller group of friends, you sunk in your seat. Not only did that mean that you couldn’t expand and befriend new people, but it also implied that you might even have to drop some friends and become more distant from the ones you were close to.

Seeing you deflate a bit, Namjoon hurries to lift your spirit. “I’m not saying you have to go into hiding, just be cautious. You don’t have to drop all of your friends, it’s just that the less people there are around you, the less chance there is for people to find out about us.” His logic made sense, of course it did, that’s one of the reasons he was the alpha. You know he’ll think about every situation thoroughly and have the clearest judgement, but that’s also why you were scared to bring up the party.

“Hey, what’s on your mind?” Halin asks, scooting her chair closer to yours while the meeting continues in the background. 

“Huh?” You snap out of your thoughts at the sound of your best friend’s voice, eyes focusing on her face. She raises her eyebrow and it prompts you finally to respond. “Oh, it’s just, uh,” How do you say this out loud? “I’m just worried Namjoon won’t let me go to the party because of...” Tilting your head, her eyes drop to the faint bite imprint that has healed nicely, the scar 100% Jimin’s non-replicable mark on you that claims you as his mate.

“Really? He’s pretty chill, I’m sure he’ll let you go.” As the only person who knows about werewolves and your current situation, Halin is the only person you can confide in with your concerns and really anything personal. She found out about Jimin’s pack the same time you did, both of you witnessing their transformations accidentally and sharing the horrifying moment when you thought your lives were about to end. But somehow you were spared by their kind leader and trusted with the heavy knowledge of their supernatural existence. 

Even though Halin is a part of the in-group with you and the wolves, she’s not nearly as connected to them as you are. She doesn’t spend as much time with them, doesn’t date any of them, and refused to live in their manor with you when offered the chance. She just had too much that she would be leaving behind in the outside world, too many people who would start asking questions; unlike you who had few connections and uncaring parents who rarely asked about your whereabouts. So she let you immerse yourself in their life style and promised to keep you connected to the human world. She was your cover when you or the boys start acting strange around everyone, without her, they would have been discovered long ago. 

“I don’t know... something makes me think Joon won’t want me out at night around a lot of people. He’s really protective of me, especially now.” You fiddle with the hem of your jacket nervously as you think of the possible rejection.

“C’mon, it’s not like you’ll be alone. You’ll be in an enclosed space, around a bunch of people, under the cover of darkness and costumes so no one will think you’re being weird or anything, I’ll be there, it’s a perfectly safe environment. What could go wrong?” Halin leans back in her seat in silent confidence and you let go of the subject to focus on the rest of the meeting again.

“Absolutely not. I’m sorry but that’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard.” Namjoon says, nearly laughing in disbelief. You sink in your place, shoulders moving from their tensed, anxious position to slump forward in disappointment. “So let me get this straight: you want to attend a party in an enclosed building with limited and few exits and private spaces, filled to the brim with people in costumes who will probably be drinking more than they can handle, on one of the most hectic nights of the year for our kind?”

“Well, when you put it that way it doesn’t seem as fun.” You mumble, refusing to lift your eyes up to the alpha.

“Not to mention the loud music, flashing lights, and claustrophobia. What happens if you get overwhelmed? We don’t even know to what extent you’ve changed and how that’ll have an effect on you, especially in public. I’m sorry, (Y/n), but every worst case scenario is running through my head right now and I can’t be responsible for letting you go to that party. God forbid, you hurt yourself or someone else.” He stares at you as you let his words sink in, and although his tone was gentle, you couldn’t help but feel intimidated. Namjoon has explained his case— quite clearly at that— and it was obvious that you would not be going to the party.

“I-I know, I’m sorry for asking.” You’re not going to argue with him, there’s no way you could. You don’t even know what your limits are and a situation like that is not the best time to test them. Your face heats up in embarrassment, you knew this would be his response, but you let Halin convince you otherwise and now you’ve just made a fool of yourself. A part of you wishes Jimin were here to comfort you, his presence is always calming, but you didn’t want him to know you were planning on going out without him because he would have probably said the same thing as Namjoon. 

“But,” The leader’s voice sounds, an exasperated sigh of compromise following the word. “If it’s your friends’ party and they’re all expecting you to help out, I wouldn’t say no to letting you go early to help set up.” 

“Really?” You perk up immediately, eyes bright with hope. 

“Yes, but I want you back here before it starts.” With your cooperation, Namjoon let’s you go and you leave his office with a giddy hop, skipping through the empty halls of the mansion and almost bumping into Jungkook, the youngest of the pack.

He stops you abruptly with his hands on your arms when you nearly knock him over— well, knock yourself over on his sturdy form— and you pause to look up at him, then resume bouncing in place excitedly. 

“Woah, what’s going on?” The young one asks, your excitement contagiously latching onto him. 

“Can you keep a secret?” You whisper, leaning in close. Jungkook was like your best friend out of all of the other wolves and his childlike innocence drew you in, almost like a cute little puppy. He nods at your question. “There’s this Halloween party next week and Namjoon just gave me the okay to go!”

“He did? He’s never let any of us go to parties before.” He pouts, a bit skeptical.

“Well, he didn’t exactly say I could go, but he said I’m allowed to help set up before the party.” Jungkook laughs at your reply and ruffles your hair a bit, continuing his path and silently urging you to follow, which you do.

“That’s not the same thing.” He grins, glancing down at you.

“Yeah, but I haven’t been out in so long. I just really don’t want to be stuck here on Halloween this year.” 

“Why, what’s wrong with spending time with your new pack?” He asks with wide puppy eyes, a fake look of hurt on his face.

“What do you guys usually do on Halloween?”

“Binge watch scary movies and laugh at how terrible they are.” He shrugs nonchalantly and you crinkle your nose. That was definitely not how you wanted to spend your spooky day, especially since there was a perfectly good party you could be attending, even if it was only for a little while. 

You and Jungkook continue to walk through the long winding halls of your home, decorated with redwood flooring and dark painted walls. Despite its old age, the mansion somehow keeps an updated look, the antiques blending in perfectly with the more modern furniture and artwork hung around the many large rooms. The enormity of the building can be a bit overwhelming at times, it’s high ceilings and tall door frames making everything look so much bigger and more complex than it actually is. When you first started hanging out here, you would get lost all the time and rarely left Jimin’s side in fear that you would never find your way out on your own, but eventually you became comfortable with the space. The other two females of the pack, mysterious women who were traded by a rival pack in exchange for peace, welcomed you warmly when you moved in. They showed you the layout of the place and shortcuts to help you get around, even giving you some hints on how to find the other members when you were feeling lonely— tricks that you could only use once you were bitten due to your enhanced senses. Jimin and Jungkook helped you adjust a lot too. Setting up labels and maps in commonly traveled areas until you finally learned most or all of the house you would be living in. But you still stayed with Jimin every chance you got, the two of you were practically inseparable.

When you and the young wolf reach the common area, you hear the front doors open followed by the sound of heavy bodies padding through the entrance, which you easily identify as Jimin and Hoseok before you can even see them. Your senses sharpen at your mate’s arrival and you jog ahead to meet him, turning the corner to be met with a gorgeous wolf with shining eyes, his gray-brown fur looking fluffy yet sleek on his muscled figure. The tail at his rear flicks quickly before the wolf transforms into an even more beautiful man, already fully clothed, but dirty from the forest that was just ventured. 

You never were able to wrap your head around how they managed to stay clothed. One night, Jimin tried to explain it to you while you were cuddling in bed. Apparently it had something to do with the magic that his kind possessed, preserving his human during transformations, but you could never fully understand. It was just one of the mysteries of the supernatural and you were fine with settling on the answer ‘it’s magic’ and a kiss on the forehead from your loving boyfriend. 

“Honey, we’re home!” Hobi happily announces to the house, heard by everyone in the building but still largely ignored.

“Hey, jagiya.” Jimin greets, a huge grin playing on his lips as he wipes away sweat from his forehead. 

“Wipe your feet, you dirty heathens.” You hear Yoongi shout from his spot on the couch in the next room just as his pack-mates were about to step off the long foot mat with their muddy feet.

“Okay, grandpa.” They both roll their eyes and you catch Yoongi’s satisfied hum as he listens to them drag their feet along the the surface until they’re clean enough to walk on the hardwood. 

“How was your run?” You wrap your arms around Jimin’s neck and look up at him lovingly, and smiling brightly when he does the same. 

“Refreshing.” He answers simply with an equally toothy grin. “We hunted a little, checked our borders, nothing special, but it felt so good to shift after so long.”

He takes you in his arms, lifting you up just high enough so your feet were off the ground and he could walk the two of you deeper into his home. Plopping onto one of the couches in the living room, you drop onto his lap, legs to one side of him and arms still circled around his neck. 

“Why don’t you ever take me out with you?” You whine, pouting cutely. 

“You know I don’t feel comfortable with you being exposed like that. It’s very dangerous outside, especially at night with other packs so close to us. I can protect you, but I don’t want to put you in danger in the first place, if I can help it.” He tells you this gently, though its direct, an outplayed topic that you already knew the answer to but still liked to ask just in case he ever changed his mind. He changed his mind about biting you and that turned out alright. Looking you over, his gaze lands on your bold eye color, the flecks of gold in them making you look ethereal. “Maybe eventually, when we know more about your new self.” You know he’s talking about you gaining control over your newfound power. You’re still not even sure if you’re fully transformed yet or if you even have a wolf— nothing about werewolves is a slow process, so everyone is still surprised and perplexed about how long it’s taking for everything to come in. You don’t even have canines yet, a distinct feature of a werewolf that you should have by now. Namjoon has been doing some research, but there’s still a lot to learn.

“Okay,” You accept, his answer expected. “I just missed you a lot.” Cuddling into his chest, you allow him to wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your neck. 

“I missed you first.” He whispers. “You left me alone all day.” Something you learned pretty quickly about Jimin is that he is very protective of you. He doesn’t like when you go places without him for extended periods of time, and this feeling only got stronger after he bit you. When you’re uncomfortable, he’s uncomfortable, so he tries to shelter you as much as possible, which the timid and introverted part of you is fine with. But the defiant side of you does not appreciate it so much, hating how it feels like you’re always being kept on a tight leash by him. 

“I was with Halin, I have other friends outside of this pack.” You laugh, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“I know.” He says, his plump bottom lip jutting out and you lean up to kiss his pout away. 

PDA wasn’t something you liked before you and Jimin started dating. You didn’t feel comfortable with people seeing you be overly affectionate in public, and you guess  it was because of your shy nature, but ever since you’ve become a part of his pack, you’re completely fine with being all over Jimin in public. Part of it could be because werewolves don’t find it odd to be loving with their mate in front of others, so they never frowned upon it when Jimin would decide to make out with you in the middle of everyone. But you and Jimin are nowhere near as open as the couple sitting on the loveseat across from you, Yoongi and his mate Yebin, one of the females from the rival pack who had captured the heart of the beta. It seems like they’re always on the brink of ripping each other’s clothes off, just like they’re practically connected right now. It doesn’t help that Yoongi is already shameless as is. Werewolves are even accepting of the natural process of sex, specifically when one of them is in heat— once you were cooking with Jin and he brought you along to drop off the meals to the members that were still in their rooms, including bringing a whole tray full of meat and water bottles to Taehyung’s room where he and his mate, the other rival female, were fucking recklessly during his heat, paying no attention to the male who walked in casually and sat down the tray at a far end of the room, being sure to keep his distance as not to aggravate Taehyung. Everyone involved seemed unbothered while you stood with a reddened face and dropped jaw in the hallway. Of course, that was before you were also a wolf and went on a sex crazed spree for a week. 

“Come here, I wanna show you something.” Jimin pulls away suddenly and you raise your eyebrow at him, curious. His arms drop from your waist, prompting you to move from his lap so he can stand and he grabs your hand and laces your fingers, pulling you out of the room and through the manor, winding through the halls, climbing stairs, entering unused doors, until you’re lost again and have no idea where you are. This is certainly a place you’ve never been before.

“Where are we going?” Your curiosity gets the best of you and you break the silence, only to receive an even more confusing smirk from him. Eventually, you reach a ladder and he lets go of your hand to ascend, opening a hatch on the ceiling and gesturing down to you for you to follow. He offers his hand, pulling you up the rest of the way until you’re both standing on a random section of the roof. His fingers twine with yours again and he holds on tightly as he walks gingerly on the shingles until he reaches a spot that he’s satisfied with and he sits down, pulling you along with him. 

“Have you ever been on the roof before?” He places your tangled fingers on his lap as you look around in awe.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been on the roof of anything.” You state, taking in your surroundings. You can see far and wide, far past your boarders of the forest and even all the way into the small town from which you originate, it’s lights looking like dim fallen stars. But the actual stars in the sky take your breath away. You’ve never seen the night sky look so clear, not a cloud in sight and the stars shining almost as brightly as the moon. The cool autumn breeze blows by and rustles the leaves around you, but Jimin can only notice the way your hair blows around your face, the red apples of your cheeks seeming to glow in the moonlight, and his hand reaches up to move away the stray stands before he can stop himself. When you turn to look at him again, he smiles endearingly.

“Well now you have.” You both giggle. “I used to come up here all the time when we first met. I would just sit here and stare at the lights over there,” You follow his finger with your eyes back to the town in the distance. “Wondering where you were, what you were doing, if you were safe. If you were thinking about me. I thought it wasn’t fair that I was always thinking about you, but I didn’t know if you thought about me the same way. And when you found out about what I am... I was terrified. I was afraid of what might happen to you and Halin because you aren’t supposed to know about my kind, Namjoon could have easily killed you. And when he didn’t, I worried even more about what you would think about me and if you would be scared whenever you saw me. That was my worst fear.”

You stare at him in awe at his confession. Something flickers in his eyes when he pauses, then Jimin pulls you in front of him between his legs to lean against his firm chest so he can wrap his arms around you tightly. He holds you as if you would fall off the roof if the wind blew too hard, protecting you from the world that you observed from above. Jimin is a beta wolf, he’s strong and has the qualities to succeed Namjoon as the alpha one day. He only bows down to their leader and is very dominant in every way, showing few emotions on his handsome face, but you seem to be his only weakness, the only one to make his cold exterior melt into the warm, passionate, and loving boyfriend that you’ve come to know him to be. 

“But you accepted us and stayed, wanted to be a part of our world even though you knew it was dangerous. You loved me for who I was and didn’t run when I told you I wanted you to be my mate...” His rambling trails off and there are a few moments of silence. But it’s not the awkward silence that consumes the air and makes it thick, suffocating. It’s light and comfy, both of your minds swimming with thoughts. Jimin soon breaks it, though. “Do you trust me?”

There’s a moment of shock from you as you feel him tense slightly behind you, breath almost still in his chest.

“Would I have let you mark me if I didn’t?” You retort with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood slightly to get him to relax. It works, to an extent.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” He’s still a bit tense and you can feel the weight of his thoughts in the tight hold of his arms. Turning, you cup his face in your hands and force him to look at you.

“Yes Jimin, I trust you.” With your heart and your life. 

“I’m sorry for coddling you, I know I seem a bit overprotective at times and I don’t mean to make you feel like a baby.” He apologizes gently, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “It’s just... I can feel when you’re uncomfortable. When you’re anxious. And it makes me want to protect you from everything, even if it’s not a threat. Our emotions are more connected now that you’re officially my mate, and my instincts go wild when you’re feeling anything remotely negative. I’m trying my hardest to get this under control, so please be patient with me, it’s a learning process for me too.”

“I understand,” You say, sweetly kissing the dent between his brows. “I’ve been stepping out of my comfort zone a lot and I guess I should apologize for that. I didn’t know how it made you feel.”

“I’ll try not to worry so much, you’re your own person and you should be able to do whatever you want without needing my permission.” He looks at you with soft eyes and you debate whether or not you should tell him about the party. You aren’t going, of course, you’ll just be there to help set up, but he still might want to know about it. But then you think of how he’ll probably want to go with you to keep watch over you for nonexistent threats, and you decide against it. He just said you don’t need his permission, so this shouldn’t be a big deal. Having nothing to say, you instead reply with a smile and a kiss, cuddling with him in silence, watching the landscape until it gets a little too cold and you both retire to bed.

The following week goes by fast, you go out everyday to hand out fliers to strangers and to hang out with Halin around town during her lunch breaks. She talks your ear off with rants about how Jiwoo keeps stressing over the party and how her job won’t give her the day off on the Friday of Halloween, but you listen intently to everything she says and even find it relaxing to hear about her struggles. A few times she asks about if Namjoon has changed his mind, either about letting you help set up or about you not being allowed to stay for the party, and each time you say no. Honestly, you haven’t asked. He was reasonable and most likely right about what you could handle, so you wanted to respect his advice and warnings and not stress yourself out too much. But the more Halin talked about how cute her costume is, who was going to be there, how much fun it was going to be and how much she’ll miss you the whole night, the more you thought about disobeying the alpha and staying for the party, even if just for a little while. You told her that Jimin didn’t even know about it and that you didn’t intend on telling him the details, but that Jungkook was aware of it and had even snuck a flier from you, so if anything were to happen, he was the safety net. 

Halloween approached faster than expected and before you knew it, you were gathered in the living room with the pack, receiving a lecture from Namjoon.

“Alright, lets get this over with.” The alpha sighs, looking at each of your faces. “Just like every year, I’m not going to stop anyone from going out tonight if that’s what you want. But please note that there will be a lot more people on the streets, especially children, so please be cautious and aware of your actions if you do choose to leave our borders. Aside from that, we’ll be having our annual movie marathon, this time it’s Hoseok’s turn to pick the movies.” There’s a collective groan that sounds around the room and Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, I have good taste.” His lips form a cute shape that only he can produce and you just want to squish his puffy cheeks. 

“You always pick lame movies. There’s so many good ones out there and you have yet to choose one of them.” Taehyung frowns, giving the older wolf a strong side eye of irritation. 

Taehyung, Jimin, and Yoongi are the Betas of the pack, strong-minded and often a bit rough around the edges when interacting with the others, yet most of the time it’s all in good fun and they never truly intend to be mean. Being the Omegas, Jin, Jungkook, and Hobi are most often picked on, but they’re known for their playful, childlike qualities. In your opinion, Jungkook doesn’t really have an Omega personality aside from his innocence and tendency to joke around with Jin a lot, but his aggression, physical athleticism, and quick reflexes probably will earn him the status of Beta one day if he keeps up the good work. Yebin and Insook, the two other females of the pack are of different rankings; Yebin (Yoongi’s mate) being an Omega, and Insook (Taehyung’s mate) a Beta. They hold everyone together, talk sense into the males when they’re being irrational, do majority of the hunting, and protect the manor when the males go away to check borders. They’re both very sweet, but you find that Yebin is more quiet and submissive than Insook, which you guess in in her nature. Insook has been known as the pack’s mother in a way since she is always disciplining the Omegas and taking up responsibilities. But for some reason, they respect you far more than you expected, Insook even asking for your approval on various occasions since you’ve been bitten, and you wonder if your wolf will be a Beta in the pack, or even a sort of Alpha female, at least amongst the other females if that was possible. You try not to think about it too much.

“Well, you guys always pick ones that are too scary for me. Then me and Jin don’t enjoy ourselves and you tease us about it.” Hobi whines, folding his arms.

“Taehyung, you got to choose last time, give him a chance.” Insook glances at him from her spot beside him and He mumbles under his breath for being scolded, but he doesn’t move his arm from around her shoulders. 

“I’ll make the snacks! I just bought some really cute Halloween themed baking decorations and I can’t wait to use them.” Jin obsesses, thinking about all the pastries and snacks he could make. 

“Okay, I want everyone back home before the moon rises, preferably before dark. The full moon is out tonight. You know what that means.” He doesn’t have to explain what happens during full moons, everyone already knows, and they nod in acknowledgement of his request. You nod, but there’s a small voice in the back of your head convincing you that this doesn’t apply to you. You’re not a full werewolf yet, so there’s no need to worry, right? Only full wolves feel the effects of a full moon. At least that’s what you tell yourself. “I can’t stress this enough, please be safe.” Namjoon closes with this and dismisses everyone, it’s about noon so they all go their separate ways, including Jimin, who promised to go to the store with Hobi to get some last minute movie night things.

“I’ll be back later, just call me if you need anything.” He says to you on his way out of the door, offering you a small peck on the lips as he exits. 

“You still going out tonight?” Jungkook approaches you with a grin, showing off his sharpened canines that have already started to grow.

“Shhhhhh!” You hold a finger over his mouth and look around anxiously, listening for Jimin to exit the house and waiting until he is out of earshot. “Be quieter.”

“You haven’t told him yet? He’s gonna worry if you don’t tell him where you’re going.” Jungkook pushes your hand out of the way, but gives you his soft, wide-eyed look.

“I know, but he hasn’t asked me. I told him I was hanging out with Halin today and he barely questioned it. I think it’s because he feels like he’s coddling me a bit and is trying to back off, so I won’t tell him if he doesn’t want to know. I know he’ll probably just ask to tag along anyway.” You didn’t mean for it to sound like you didn’t want Jimin with you. Of course you did. But you also wanted a little independence, freedom. You rarely go out without him, it was almost as if he was your personal bodyguard or something, but sometimes you just need to do things on your own. And Jimin respects that, so that’s why he won’t intervene in your plans tonight, as long as you’re safe. “Plus, you know where I’m going so if anything goes wrong, I’ll just call you.”

“Okay, I guess.” Despite the uneasy feeling Jungkook gets from the situation, he agrees. It seems like you’ve got it all figured out and he’ll also respect your capability in protecting yourself. At least someone knows. 

“(Y/n),” Namjoon comes up behind you and you both turn to look at the leader. “I need talk with you for a moment.” He motions for you to follow him out of the room and you trail him quickly, glancing back at your friend as he looks on. Hopefully you won’t get your privileges revoked at the last minute. 

“Is there something wrong?” You ask nervously, hands clasped together in silent prayer. 

“No, but I want you to know the risks of going out tonight. I completely trust you and I don’t find it necessary to keep you locked up here if you don’t want to be. I just want you to make sure that you understand why you need to be cautious.” With a nod of affirmation from you, he proceeds. “You’re different now, you won’t perceive things the same way and sometimes that can be scary. Be aware of your surroundings and try to stick to your comfort zone as much as possible. Full moons are times when our senses enhance by 10 times, so we usually stay here, or at least within our borders to prevent anything unexpected from happening. We don’t know how you’ll be affected by it, but I read up on some old books and they say that you might experience added aggression, irritability, high anxiety, sensitivity to outside stimuli, as well as intense alertness and even paranoia.”

“Wow, you sound like a commercial for heart medication.” You mumble, both of you chuckling slightly at the comment before Namjoon straightens up again. 

“I’m serious. Just... be careful. Don’t put yourself in stressful situations if you don’t have to and make sure you’re back before the moon comes out. It’s usually not up fully until an hour after sunset, plan accordingly.”

“Okay, I will.” You nod again, receiving a long stare from him as he searches your eyes, before he finally nods back and allows you to go. 

You spend the rest of the time before the party getting your costume ready and doing your makeup. You weren’t going to actually be at the party, but you still wanted to dress up and get in the spirit. Halin told you that she would meet you at the edge of the woods at your usual spot to pick you up in about a half hour, and you rush to finish everything before you have to leave. Even though Jimin didn’t ask for you to do this, you still ask Jungkook to escort you out of the woods, a job that your boyfriend is usually glad to do, because you know that it is what he wants. You could make it through on your own, you’ve travelled the path more times than you could count, but it was just safer and easier to have someone with you. When it’s time to leave, the young wolf shifts and let’s you ride on his back until you reach the border of the trees where he drops you off and tells you to give him a call when you’re ready to come back. 

“You look so good!” You tell your best friend again as you help decorate the building. 

“Do I look as sexy as I feel?” She asks, jutting out her hip.

“Sexiest fairy I’ve ever seen.” You wink at her, smiling when she does a twirl, showing off all the glitter and sparkles adorning her skin and fake translucent wings. Her skimpy outfit shows off a generous amount of skin and you’re a little jealous of how confident she is to be able to go out in something like that. Your costume is a little more modest (just slightly): you’re dressed as a werewolf of sorts, complete with a plaid crop top and bright blue high waisted shorts, topped off with ripped fishnets, boots with a heel, clip on ears and matching furry cufflinks for effect. Your makeup outlines your face sharply and gives the impression of a snout, your painted dog nose seeming to pop out. You didn’t know what else to dress up as, so naturally this was your go to idea. Jungkook laughed at your outfit at first, saying that he couldn’t even tell what you were supposed to be, but you quickly set him straight by telling him that it wasn’t supposed to be an accurate representation. Initially you bought a matching tail, but he advised you that it was too much so you scrapped it. 

“You both look so cute!” Jiwoo comes up beside the two of you and sets down a plate of freshly made snacks in the shape of skulls and witch’s cauldrons. “I especially love the eye color, (Y/n).” 

Your smile falters for a second when you remember your forgotten contacts, but you play it off since it goes with the theme. You thank her and resume working, arranging cups and plates, hanging things from the ceiling, and covering light bulbs with colored tissue paper to make everything that much more spooky. Proud of your work, you go over to your other friends to see if there was anything you could help with.

“Uh, yeah, we need to move a few of these sofas into that room over there, this is going to be the dance floor.” Jooheon directs as he focuses on hooking up the speakers and DJ booth. 

Complying, you walk over and grab one of the arms of the large couch, pulling it with ease across the floor, then lifting it when you find that it was leaving marks on the tile. You repeat the process with the other sofa and return to find Jooheon and two others looking at you with confused and shocked faces. 

“Did you just lift those by yourself?” One of them asks, bringing your attention to the strength you were supposed to be hiding. Your eyes widen and you freeze, momentarily stunned. 

Seeing this, Halin jumps into action and comes out of the room behind you, coming to stand next to you while stretching her back.

“Pfft, no, Halin helped me move them.” You recover quickly glancing over at your best friend who nods in response.

“Oh.” They all seem to dismiss the event with your excuse and you let out a sigh of relief, looking to your savior with thankful eyes as you walk away to find something else to do. 

“Watch it, you strong motherfucker.” She laughs, elbowing you playfully in your side. 

“I forgot!” Usually you don’t even have to use your strength in public, this just came naturally. 

Within hours the entire house was transformed into the perfect Halloween venue, seating areas designated, dance floor and music set up, food set out, decorations hanging from every surface, now all that was left to do was to wait for the guests. You suppose this is about when you were supposed to leave. Set up was complete and the party would begin shortly, it’s best to get out before it becomes crowded, but things were just getting started and you really wanted to see all of the planning come into fruition. The alpha’s words echo in your head, but the rebellious side of you wasn’t listening, which might have had something to do with the full moon that was due to appear soon, seeing as the sun was already starting to set. Well, you still had an hour so why not have some fun? It didn’t take long to get home.

As people started showing up, you were assigned door duty, checking people’s invitations and making sure they weren’t carrying any contraband like alcohol, etc. (there was a bar there if anyone wanted drinks). The position gave you a view of the sky and you checked occasionally to see the sunset’s progress, and when the last sliver of light disappeared behind the warm colored leaves in the distance, you abandoned your post to enter the party with Halin. 

“There’s a lot of people here.” You state in awe, looking around at the already crowded rooms. Sure, you were the one that let all of these people in, but you didn’t really get a true sense of how many there are until you get the chance to see them all in one place. Unconsciously, you shuffle closer to your friend. 

“Hell yeah, I’m excited! Stick close to me we’re going in.” You latch onto her arm as she pulls you ahead into the crowd, pushing past people until you’re in the center of the floor. She immediately starts dancing to the music, jumping into the sway of the party easily while you stick out like a sore thumb, suddenly and inexplicably nauseous. 

In hindsight, Namjoon was completely right. As you look around, you notice that you don’t know anyone, which wouldn’t have been an issue if you weren’t so riled up already. The loud music pulses through the building and it’s almost deafening, to the point where your head hurts so much that your eyes feel like they’re about to pop out. Someone bumps into you from the back and you jump in surprise, your yelp drowned out by the noises around you. Even the scent of food and alcohol 3 rooms away wafts into your nose and practically makes you dry heave. Halin seems to notice your discomfort and moves to grab your hands, swinging your arms back and forth to the beat, and you can feel every point of contact you have with other beings, the people rubbing against you, the heat coming off of their bodies, the brush of their costumes and your own against your skin, and it’s all too much. You pull away from her abruptly and make a break for the exit, walking blindly through the people until you find yourself in an equally crowded seating room. Holding yourself, you search for a place to sit, but find that all of the seats are take, so you end up standing awkwardly as people pour in and out of the small room. 

Jimin frowns deeply. The sun went down 15 minutes ago and you’re not back home yet, nor have you contacted him. He’s parked on one of the couches surrounding the flat screen tv that is currently playing the beginning of some ridiculous horror comedy movie that Hoseok picked out, snacks splayed all around him as his pack mates talk and eat, unaware of his unease. He shifts in his spot, used to wrapping his arms around you, and he wonders where you are. There’s this feeling in his gut, an unsettling one that rests in the pit of his stomach and makes it tighten into knots. His hair stands on edge, but for some reason he doesn’t think it’s because of the full moon slowly climbing up the night sky. A few minutes pass before he allows the worry to consume him and spring him into action. Nudging Jungkook with his foot, Jimin catches the attention of the younger wolf and leans in to whisper. 

“Do you know where (Y/n) is?” There’s a hesitation from Jungkook and this does not go unnoticed, so Jimin asks again, this time louder. 

“Shhhh, go somewhere else, we’re trying to watch a movie.” Jin hisses, hand stuffed in the popcorn bowl that’s already half empty. Jimin rolls his eyes and stands, grabbing the other male’s arm to guide him out of the room to continue their conversation.

“Do you know where she went?” He tries a third time, trying to contain his rising temper. The added anxiety on his already irritated conscience makes him a little bit more aggressive than he intends. But Jungkook doesn’t seem too affected.

“Well, I know she went out to a party...” He starts cautiously. Would you want Jimin to know where exactly you were? He wasn’t quite sure if he should tell him. 

“Where is the party? I can feel how uncomfortable she is right now, I need to find her.” There’s worry clouding Jimin’s bright eyes and he taps his foot impatiently.

“I don’t know where it is,” The younger one shrugs and thinks back to where you said it would take place. “But she’s with Halin, I’m sure she’s fine.”

As much as Jimin wants to believe this, he can feel his skin almost start to tingle, his instincts telling him that you were unbelievably stressed and overwhelmed, and nothing Halin could do would be able to help that. Only your mate would be able to console your fears.

“No,” The word is almost growled and he fights to contain his wolf that threatens to come out. Right now Jungkook was impeding him from reaching you and if he hadn’t been the only one who knew where you were, Jimin would have long removed him from his path. “I need to get to her right now.” The desperation in his eyes betrays his aggressive words and Jungkook sympathizes. You must actually be in trouble.

“There’s a flier with the party info in my room-“ Before Jungkook can even finish his sentence, Jimin is dashing up the stairs and searching his desk for the bright orange piece of paper that reveals your location. Then he’s out of the door without even saying anything to anyone else.

“Hey!” Namjoon shouts, but he’s long gone. “Where the hell is he going, the moon’s almost out!” 

“He’s going to find (Y/n), he can sense something going on.” At Jungkook’s words, the alpha already knows what’s happened. You’re overwhelmed, which means you didn’t heed his warnings and were still at the party. He trusts that Jimin will be able to save you from your distress and relaxes back into his seat with a shake of his head, ignoring the questioning stares of the others. 

Taking a few deep breaths, you try to calm yourself down, but the hot air around you only makes it feel like you’re suffocating. Never in your life have you felt so... trapped. You bring your eyes to the ceiling, trying to think past the haze of your headache and figure out a way to bring yourself back from this panic. The full moon was probably all the way out by now, how long have you been in here? Calling Jungkook to come get you was probably the next logical step, but your hands fumble in your pockets and they shake so hard that you can’t see the screen on your tiny device. Distantly, you register your name being called, and look up to see Halin squeezing her way through patrons to get to you.

“(Y/n), I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Are you okay?” Her eyes are wide when she sees your shaken state, the frantic shifting of your eyes barely able to focus on her form in front of you. “Y-your fangs!”

Fangs? Without thinking, you lift a hand to your mouth and are met with the sting of the sharp point of your canine cutting into the pad of your thumb. Looking down at the digit, you observe a drop of blood form and stare at it in shock. Halin turns on the front camera of her phone and holds it in front of you so you can see yourself, shiny new teeth sticking from your mouth similar to how Jungkook’s were before you left the house today. 

“I have fangs?” On any other day, you would have been excited by the change, more evidence of your transformation signifying that you’re closer to being a full werewolf. But now it only brings you more fear, looking around at the people who don’t seem to notice. You try to cover them with your lips, but they still are noticeably hanging in front of your bottom lip, along with your eyes that seem to glow in the dark now. Suddenly you’re frozen with fear, unsure of what to do. You’ve long forgotten that this is a costume party and no one thinks your appearance is strange, you’re only focused on the fact that you should have listened to the leader and left before the party started. Regret sets into your throat and threatens to choke you with the weight of it; you’re stuck in a party full of unfamiliar faces, loud noises, bright lights, strange smells, and you can’t even think straight enough to find the exit. Your heart beats too fast and you almost think you’ll pass out from how heavy you’re breathing.

Halin is saying something to you, but her words are muted and all you can hear is the thumping of your heart and the various noises created by the other humans surrounding you all too closely. So you just stand there, thoughts running in a million directions before focusing in on one. A scent. One that triggers something in you that melts your body enough to allow you to look around. That smell, the smell of comfort, protection. Jimin. He locks eyes with you and shoves people out of his way until he’s right next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“I-It’s too much, Jimin.” You whisper into his chest and all he does is shush you quietly. 

The first thing he notices is that you’re hyperventilating, panting against his chest in big gasps, but after only seconds of being in his presence your breathing begins to even out. He’s a bit disheveled as well, but now that he’s found you he can relax. Everything around you becomes silent and all you can sense is your mate, his arms wrapped tightly around your shaking frame, his heart synchronizing with yours and calming it, the puffs of air that blow gently on the crown of your head, the hand that runs soothingly through your hair. There’s nothing else but him and you feel your body move away from the ledge it was hanging onto. 

“Are you okay?” He murmurs, only loud enough for your sensitive ears to hear. You nod weakly and then he’s pulling you out of the building by the hand, leaving Halin standing there in confusion and guilt. She lets you go, there’s nothing she can do for you anyway. 

Once you step outside the cold air rushes into your lungs, allowing you to take your first breaths of clean air. Jimin walks a distance away from the party until you’re out of sight, and then turns to inspect you. 

“Are you hurt? Did anyone touch you?” His hands roam you to make sure you’re unharmed as you shake your head, still unable to form words. When you find your voice, you look up at him.

“H-how did you find me?” You’re glad he did, but you half expected Jungkook to go on the search for you first since he knew your curfew and where you were.

“Why didn’t you come home before sunset?” He deflects your question with his own, eyebrows knit in what you perceive as concern. 

“I didn’t- it wasn’t-“ You fumble for words, unsure how to answer him. “I’m not sure.” Defeated, you sigh and slump, knowing full well that you had the chance to leave at any time and chose not to. 

“(Y/n),” For the first time, Jimin takes in your appearance. He notices your eyes and teeth, leaning in to touch your mouth and make sure they weren’t prosthetics that you added as a part of your costume. When he confirms they are real, he looks up at the sky and sees the moon peeking above the tree line. “Come on, we need to get home.” 

You walk to the edge of the trees and enter the forest, looking both ways for bystanders before Jimin shifts and you hop onto his back, holding onto his ash brown fur until you’re in front of the manor again. You both enter the house and head straight into your bedroom, not even giving the rest of the pack a passing glance as all of their ears and heads turn toward you silently, the entire room already half transformed but still completely engrossed in the movie and snacks. Jungkook and Namjoon stare at your back a little longer than the others, but they don’t say anything and return their attention to the screen. 

Neither of you know why you’ve ended up in the bedroom, that’s just where Jimin’s instincts led him, but now you were standing face to face in the locked room, staring at each other in silence. Looking into your boyfriend’s eyes, you see a swirl of emotions, something that you thought was anger that was really something more like lust. His pupils were blown, the slim irises reflecting a golden color that glows in the lighting of the room. He approaches you a step closer, looking over your costume and makeup with curiosity. 

“So, you went to a party?” He asks lowly, but it comes out as less of a question and more of a statement.

“Yes, Jiwoo planned it.” You respond with a gulp, unsure where the conversation was going.

“And you didn’t invite me? Didn’t even tell me where you were going?” His eyebrow arches as his hand raises to play with a strand of your hair that falls in front of your face.

“You didn’t ask, I thought you didn’t want to know.” Your voice is quiet and shaky, but for a different reason this time. 

“At first I didn’t, but I realized that I’m a mess without you. I couldn’t even sit comfortably on the couch when you weren’t next to me, I didn’t know what to do with myself.” His palm caresses your cheek and you lean into his touch, something sparking up inside of you when he stares into your eyes deeply. “I want you by my side. Like I said, I can feel your emotions, I can’t help but want to be there to protect you.” 

His hands trail down your skin until they land on your hip, fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts. You shiver at the prospect of what’s to come, a raging sensation burning inside of you that yearns for your mate, who is standing so close now that you’re nearly occupying the same space. 

“I’m sorry,” You don’t really know what you’re apologizing for at this point with your mind so scrambled like this. “For not telling you about the party.”

“And?” He whispers, mouth so close to yours.

“For staying out past dark... on a full moon.” Your voice has also dropped to a whisper, your arms moving on their own to wrap around his torso. 

“Why did you tell Jungkook and not me? I’m hurt.” Jimin breathes into the crook of your neck, right above his mark and you can feel the ghost of his lips there. “You seem to have a problem with authority, disobeying our alpha and keeping things from me.” He tuts at you while pulling away, fingers now at the front of your top, and with nimble fingers he pulls the knot between your breasts so that it unravels and your shirt falls open, pushed off your shoulders until it pools at the ground. “Did you forget who you are, princess?”

Your exposure sets off the untamed desire within you and before you can help it you’re launching forward and locking lips with him, moaning at the sensation of his hands pinching at your nipples. The kiss is a bit awkward with both of your canines out fully now, but you don’t mind, somehow managing to avoid getting cut by the sharp fangs. 

His fingers glide down smoothly into your shorts, putting in little effort and minimal force to rip them from your legs, leaving you in nothing but your fishnets and heel boots. You try to remove his shirt through the sloppy kiss, hands intending to pull the material over his head, but instead it tears off his body in the same way your shorts did, giving as much resistance as a wet tissue. There’s no time to marvel at your strength, though, because the beast inside you is urging you both forward until you land on the shared king sized bed in the middle of the floor and Jimin is flipping you onto your stomach. You crawl onto your knees in front of him to present yourself in just the way he likes, weight resting on your elbows and back arched to accent the roundness of your ass. Jimin sucks in a breath of air and slaps the flesh with a flick of his wrist, palming at the globes roughly as a primal growl rumbles in his throat.

“Look at you, dripping down your thighs and waiting for me to fuck you.” He coos, observing the glistening liquid that coats your legs. “Are you gonna be good for me, baby?” You hear the sound of tearing and feel a breeze between your legs, coming to the realization that he’s torn the center of your leggings and was now face to face with your heat, peppering your skin with kisses. Pressing your eyes shut, you try to stay still as he takes his time studying you, hands spreading your cheeks and thumbs opening your lips so he can get a clear view of his treasure. 

“Yes, I’ll be good for you Jimin.” You whine when you feel his tongue glide up your weeping slit, lapping up your juices.

“Do you remember who you are?” His words are spoken into your core, lips traveling down to capture your clit between them and you nearly squeal.

“Yes! I’m your bitch, Jimin! I’m your horny little bitch!” A growl of approval sounds from him when he runs his fingers up your slick inner thighs and your legs are shaking around him with the struggle of holding you up. The copious amount of fluid pouring from you signifies that you’re more than ready to take him inside you and you fight your inner instincts that tell you to beg for him and submit. But in reality, you’ve already fully submitted to him anyway and he knows it. Jimin pulls away to dispose of his pants and underwear, releasing his furious cock that strains and throbs against his hard abdomen. You peek between your legs to catch a glimpse of it, your mouth going dry and your heart jumping to your throat at the sight. You want him so badly, want to feel him deep inside you as soon as possible, and your hole tingles and aches in impatient anticipation.

“You ready for me, baby girl?” He asks, rubbing the tip between your lips to slick it in all of your wetness. “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back tonight.” 

“Please just fuck me,” You whisper, already out of breath just from the thought of what’s to come. “I need you.”

Jimin groans your name as his final effort of resistance against his primal instincts finally break. When he starts pushing inside of your warmth, you notice a difference. He’s slightly bigger than normal, his intrusive girth stretching you farther than before, and you almost double over in shock, but after a couple of seconds your body accepts him and opens up. His hands grip your waist with bruising force and you feel him shake as his cock continues to penetrate your entrance slowly, inch by solid inch. By the time he bottoms out, you’re both panting and trembling slightly, sweat dripping down his hot skin as if he’s been consumed by a sudden fever. Your patience is short and you push back into him, whimpering and swiveling your hips to entice him into action. There’s a moment where he adjusts himself before he’s slamming roughly into you rapidly.

Your jaw falls slack as he fucks into you, his steel grip on you making sure you can’t move an inch away from him. Silver moonlight floods into the room, casting beautiful shadows on your bodies and seemingly adding to his strength and speed. You arch your back so that he can reach deeper into you, head tilting and eyes rolling to the back of your head at the depth he gets. 

“Oh my god,” Getting comfortable with the pace, Jimin goes a bit harder, making you claw at the sheets to the point where you’re surprised they haven’t ripped yet. “hngh- oh shit.” 

“You like that, baby? You’re taking me so well.” Your lover smirks at your inability to speak, taking in the details of your contorted face and flushed cheeks. Both of you are glistening, the room feeling a thousand degrees hotter now, and even starting to fog up the windows on the far wall of it. 

His hands creep up your back and to your shoulder, pushing you down so your face and chest are pressed into the sheets beneath you. At the new angle, Jimin can thrust so much deeper and you feel the engorged tip of his cock grazing your cervix in the most delicious way, more unintelligible moans and noises falling from your lips when he kneels on one knee and snaps his hips impossibly harder. The smell of sex wafts through the air and there’s no doubt in your mind that it’s strong enough for your pack mates to smell even from their position downstairs. Sounds of moans, sticky skin, and the headboard ramming into the abused wall fill the room along with your pants, and it’s so loud, your ears picking up every creak the box springs make under your weight, every inhale and exhale, every ticklish slap of his loaded balls against your labia, every grunt from him and whimper and whine from you. But none of those things compares to the overwhelming sensation of Jimin inside you, his cock filling you so completely that you don’t even have space to think.

“Jimin, more,” You’re able to pant out among the slew of continuous moans.

“You’re a greedy bitch, aren’t you?” He remarks with a dark chuckle. A hand slithers around your midsection, hovering above your clit tantalizingly, and you whine loudly.

“Please!” You cry out, on the verge of ecstasy already and only needing a small push to get you there. You’ve slid up the bed so much that you’re nearly laying flat on your stomach now, but your ass is still propped up for his use. Jimin leans over your frame and cranes his neck down to nibble on your ear, tongue dancing random patterns on your skin that make your head lull to the side. 

“Cumming already?” You nod frantically to his question, hips bucking against him in search of anything that will throw you over the edge. “Good. I want you to cum all over this cock like a good little bitch. Show me how much you want me to fill your tight little pussy with my seed.”

Finally, his fingers dip down to rub harsh circles into your clit, tingles of pleasure shooting up your body and making you scream into the sheets. God, it all just feels too good. Jimin finds it in himself to go just a bit faster, the ridges of his length brushing against you in the perfect way, and soon you’re hit with the blinding relief of orgasm. You shake uncontrollably, sound coming from you in broken intervals as you struggle to catch a breath, head thrown back onto his strong shoulder as he keeps with his pace, riding you out until your body sinks back down to earth. He moans with you the entire time you convulse around him, using your tightness to get him closer to his peak, but he slows down a bit when you come back to your senses. 

Placing gentle pecks on your neck and jaw, he rolls softly into you, ignoring the roaring monster inside of him that tells him to keep going. The gentleness doesn’t last long, however, because as soon as you’re okay to continue, he drops to his elbows and pistons into you relentlessly, dire to release the pressure that has been building at his base the entire night. 

“You did so fucking well, princess,” He rasps, voice a gravelly mumble against the shell of your ear. “I’m gonna fill you up so much, just like you deserve. Until you’re womb is swimming with my babies. Would you like that?” He asks, body moving faster and faster as the words pour out of his mouth. 

“Mmhmp, fuck, I want it so bad!” You groan, body as limp as a noodle by this point.

He makes a sound behind you, almost as if he were in pain, and only gets in a few more pumps before he’s stilling inside you, pressed all the way until he’s kissing your cervix. You feel him tense as he swells inside your walls, his tip inflating steadily and stretching you uncomfortably so. You’re no stranger to his knot, having experienced it on multiple occasions, but that doesn’t mean your body doesn’t protest it every time. Naturally, panic starts to set in when your walls are pushed to their limits and beyond. You try to move away, wiggling to escape the pain, but Jimin has you locked to his body, arms wrapped around you and molding you to his front so you can’t go anywhere while he’s still anchored deeply inside you. Soon, he starts shaking and breathing even heavier, moaning your name as the first waves of his orgasm crash down on him, his face buried in your neck as he’s overcome.

“(Y/n),” He chokes out when you continue to squirm. “Don’t move... please.” He sounds strained, grunts and deep rumbles caught in his chest as his cock spurts copious amounts of semen into your womb. You try your hardest to remain still, but fuck, it hurts. You will yourself to relax, your shaky body slowly calming under him when he leaves kisses on your skin, his hot breath soothing you under his trembling figure. 

It takes a few minutes before his knot starts to deflate, his breath returning to normal and your hearts synchronizing as he lays on top of you, holding his weight on his elbows. You can feel the load of cum start to leak out of you as soon as he pulls out, your overfilled pussy feeling worn and aching. He moves to cup your heat and you jump at his touch, surprised and unprepared for the contact.

“Don’t waste a drop.” He speaks, knowing that you’re on birth control and won’t be having his pups any time soon, but the animal in him can’t help it. Your cheeks flame at this, thinking back on the intense night you’ve had and the intensity of your connection to him, and Jimin notices your sudden shyness. “What is it?” 

“Nothing.” You roll over and he lays beside you, pulling you closer so you can cuddle up into his chest. “I just love you... a lot.” At this he grins. 

“I’m so happy you’re my mate. I’m so glad I marked you.” He stares at your scar for a moment, the teeth imprint a forever reminder that you are his. “Listen, I don’t think I can ever not be protective of you. I want you to have your space, but I can’t stand to be without you. I feel like half a person when you’re not around.”

“I don’t want space, Jimin. I want you. I think I learned that very valuable lesson today.” You laugh, looking into his eyes lovingly. “Along with the lesson to never listen to Halin again. She’s the one that convinced me to go to the stupid party in the first place.”

A hearty laugh sounds from him and you smile at the brightness in his face. “She meant well.” There’s a long pause where the both of you just look at each other, not saying anything. But then he speaks again. “You look good with fangs.”

His comment reminds you of your new appearance, as well as your costume for the night, which has now been ripped to shreds, and your makeup that has smudged all over your face. 

“Do you think they’re here to stay? Like yours?” Jimin shrugs at this, thinking of what might happen. Maybe the full moon triggered something within you and let out your wolf. Maybe it will only last for tonight. Who knows, all he knows is that he’ll love you either way.

“I guess we’ll have to see, but for now, let’s get some rest. You’re gonna need it for round 2.”

“Round 2?” You raise an eyebrow in question, but he says nothing else. “The night is still young, who says we’re stopping at two?”

“You horny little devil.” He giggles, poking your nose. “I guess you’ll have to wait and find out about that too.”

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Sugar Rush: Part One

A/N: So I’ve kind of been dying to write any kind of Sub!Sebastian story for ages. Just because I’m obsessed with reading Stucky stories(porn) and more often then not he’s a bottom and I live for that shit. So I thought I’d try my hand at writing some real kinky shit. Also if you guys haven’t read Suga Mama by Emotchalla, please fucking do. Her story along with the massive amount of Sugar baby Stucky fics are why this idea has seeded itself into my brain and wont go away.

Also- I don’t have time to be writing another 25 chapter story lol. So this fic is going to be paced kind of fast, and at some points be one shots that are barley connected. Kind of just a way to get out my fantasies- no novels here.

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: As with all of my stories there’s a permanent warning of cursing. I have a mouth like a sailor and express myself through the word fuck.

Summary: Bucky is a College student in his early twenties who seems to be drowning in the struggle of adulthood. When he meets Y/N, a well off Magazine CEO and gets the proposition of a lifetime, he takes on a title he never even could have imagined. Sugar Baby.

Bucky Barnes was no stranger to hard work. To the struggles of life.

He, along with his little sister Rebecca, had been in and out of the system up until he was nine; group homes and foster care were things that he was familiarized with at a young age. But so were heroine needles and that look that junkies get in there eye when the were high- he’d take sleeping in a clean bed in orphanage over listening to his mother tweak in the next room any day. He’d been adopted by George and Winifred Barnes two months shy of his tenth birthday, and they were the best people he’d ever met. Kind, and loving. He truly believes that they were heaven sent(if you tasted Winnie Barnes’ country fried steak, you’d think the same) but it’s not as though his life was suddenly a cake walk. He grew up the eldest of five- four younger sisters.

Yeah, if that sounds a little hellish, that’s because it was. He loved those little brats with all his heart, but damn, had they forced him into the “mature older brother” role.

He’d done well in High School- both athletically and academically. Played Varsity baseball and stayed on the honor roll all four years. Was it hard? Balancing the two along with his flourishing social life(because everyone love Bucky, that’s just how it went)? Yeah, maybe. But he did it.

…The hardest, most unexpected endeavor that he’d ever have to face came when he was eighteen- the car accident. The one that had left him mangled and broken. So fucked up- no one ever knew if he’d be able to recover-

But guess what? He had.

He liked to think his best personality trait was resilience. Throw anything at him. Any-fucking-thing. And he’d endure it, and bounce back.

But being a college student, living in New York City? Now this was some rough shit. If he wasn’t working at one of his two jobs, the ones that barley covered his rent, phone bill and tuition payments- he was in school. Studying his ass off, desperately attempting to get his degree. He barley had money for food most of the time. Thank fuck that he and his roomates had a “grocery jar” that they all contributed too- or else he surely would have starved. His diet consisted mostly of frozen foods and PBJ’s

He was living that early twenties struggle. The one that he knew everyone had to go through- to build character and all that. But fuck, was it killing him.

He was running on fumes, which wasn’t out of the norm, but still was starting to take it’s toll as he shook a bag of Cheddar Ruffles into his mouth. Breakfast of champions. He was listening to his roomates as he clambered around the kitchen, only having five or so minutes to spare before he had to go catch the subway and get to school.

It was a discussion they’d been stressing over heavily as of late.

Steve had moved out a month prior, finally taking the next step with his long time boyfriend, Sam- and Bucky was happy for him.

“Finally, punk” He’d grinned and slapped the back of his friends head. would he miss him? Yeah, he would. Bucky had a lot of friends- but Steve was his best friend. His first friend. But times changed, and they were getting older and Steve still lived in Brooklyn, so there really wasn’t nothing to spill tears over.

Except for the fact that now, they had to figure out how to cover that missing gap of rent.

There was still him, Scott and Clint- and now he had his own room(which he’d won fair and square in an arm wrestle, thank you very fuckin’ much) but making the nearly two thousand dollar rent payment every month was going to be harder. And it had them all on edge.

“I’ll pick up some more shifts at the café” Bucky deducts, chugging down the rest of his coffee.

“And how are you gonna’ do that? And go to school? What are you gonna’ do? Astral Project?” Clint gave him a dead pan look and Bucky shrugged. He’d do what he had to.

“How fucking cool would that be though? If you could really, you know, like astral project…why are you guys looking at me like that?” Scott ended his sentence defensively as both Bucky and Clint stared at him pointedly. Bucky with a hint of amusement, and Clint with his arms folded across his chest.

Scott was most definitely the child of the group. The one that you found passed out in the bushes at parties…which was why when they’d found out his ex girlfriend was pregnant a few years ago- they’d all, to be frankly honest, had been fucking terrified for him. He was actually a pretty decent father though. His daughter spent one weekend a month with them, and Bucky thought she was just about the cutest thing ever.

“Can you take this seriously for a second, man” Clint stressed and Bucky just sighed and grabbed his back pack. He really couldn’t handle anymore stress at the moment and he was kind of happy he had to be at his 9 o'clock lecture. At least he could escape this conversation.

“It’ll be fine, okay guys? We’ll figure it out. Don’t stress it so bad” He soothes as he walks past them, giving them each a pat on the shoulder.

“We’re going to have to become strippers! You do realize that, right?” Clint calls to him as he’s half way out of the door and he chuckles.

“Well I do have the ass for it” is Bucky’s parting statement.

The trek across the city, to NYU was as it always was. He spent it on the subway, his head phones blaring in his ears as he went over his homework and got a little more studying in, even though his eyes kept crossing from exhaustion.

He really was considering Clint’s suggestion- stripping didn’t sound so bad right now. If not for his scarred up arm, he probably would have done it ages ago. Because Bucky wasn’t a judgmental prick, and he considered strippers and sex workers as just that- workers. People trying to get by. He didn’t really care how people got their money.

He rushed across campus and managed to make it to his Poly Sci class not only on time, but early. He knew it’d earn him some brownie points with Professor Xavier. He was unpacking his laptop- which was horribly outdated, and his text books when you walked in. He’d been looking up at someone passing by his desk when he’d first laid eyes on you. It wasn’t the way you looked, although he cant deny, you looked damn good. With your sleek black pant suit that clings to your curves(and you’re nothing but curves) and bag hanging on your arm. Your makeup done impeccably and your hair shiny- you looked expensive. Well manicured. You looked like money.

No; it was more the way you carried yourself. The confidence in your strut. The way that you held your chin high, and not in a douche arrogant way…but more in an elegant self assured way. He cant help but watch you, the way that you smile brightly and give Professor X a warm hand shake, squeezing his with both of yours. When you’re introduced to the class as the guest speaker the professor had invited, Bucky grins.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N, a former pupil of mine. Former writer for the New York Post and current Editor and Chief of S.H.I.E.L.D Magazine”

Ahh, so you didn’t just look like money. You were made of it.

S.H.I.E.L.D was a global Magazine- a household name. One that covered most everything; entertainment. Fashion. Politics. He found himself flipping through one almost every day at work.

Listening to your speech was almost hypnotic. You were humble, and yet commanded the room. He learned that at the ripe age of 32, you were the magazines youngest ever Editor and that you’d worked tooth and nail to get there. You talked about the importance of public relations, and knowing what was going on in the world- no matter what subject one might go into. Covered the best ways to get into any business-

“Persistence!” You’d encouraged with a smile “I mean excuse my French, but annoy the shit out of them! Make yourselves memorable. Don’t be afraid to break away from the norm, because the most special parts of you- the ones that will get you places- are buried under your insecurities”

It was honestly one of the most interesting, engaging classes Bucky had ever sat in. You gave real tips, talked about real life in a way that was so blunt; it was refreshing. At the end, right before you were set to end your discussion, you took questions.

You were answering a girl who sat next to his question about you’re travels while writing when you catch him staring at you.

It’s a hot gaze. A heavy one. His gunpowder eyes seem to…look deep into you. Set you alight from the inside out. When you meet the gaze, boldly meeting his eyes its like…

Fuck.

It’s like nothing Bucky has ever experienced. He wants to crawl out of his skin, wants to crawl to you. Wants to taste what that gaze promises. It feels like it lasts an eternity, but really its only a few fleeting moments, before you break the stare. He feels like something inside of him breaks too, as you look away. As he packs his things back up into his book bag. As the bell chimes singling the end of the period and he leaves the classroom room.

He knows he’ll probably never see you again and that thought alone upsets him way more then it should. He hadn’t even said a word to you. Why was he such a fucking idiot? He should have asked a question- or something. As he goes on with the rest of the day, he finds himself unable to keep you out of his mind. You keep popping up. You’re pearly smile. You’re E/C eyes, and those lush lashes that framed them. He’s drifting into the thought of you as he works; making coffee for teachers and students alike.

He works at one of the many campus cafes’ part time, and today he’s behind the coffee bar. He doesn’t mind it, he actually likes barista-ing. The business of it makes time go by faster. Because everyone needs their caffeine fix, there’s never really a slow moment. He’s always busy. Which is why he doesn’t notice you when you walk in. Doesn’t even realize you’re there until you’re right in front of him, next in line.

He almost chokes on his fucking tongue.

“Um- Hey. Hi” Smooth, Bucky- he hisses at himself in his mind.

Your lips widen, grinning in recognition and his stomach flip flops.

“Hello again” You greet him, trying to reel in your own shock. What kind of fucking serendipity was this? After the entire day of giving your guest speech to class after class- you couldn’t get the stormy eyes out of your head. And now here he was. About to make your coffee. “Fancy meeting you here-” your eyes peel for his name tag.

“Bucky” He inturupts with a nervous little smile.

“Bucky? Hmm” You roll his name over in your mouth. Tasting it. He watches his name slip from between your lips and he can feel a twitch in his black work slacks.

“I like it” you decide and he chuckles and thanks you, telling you he was pretty fond of it himself.

“Well, what can I get you?”

“A large, iced skinny white chocolate mocha with extra whip, please- And what’s good to snack on here?” your eyes scan the large, clear display box full of goodies an Bucky’s more then happy to help you. Anything- to keep talking to you. You end up on a ham and cheddar bagel- he says he can testify to their delicacy. He ate two every day-

“You’re in pretty good shape for treating bagels like their own food group” You teased, but only party. He was gorgeously built- not “body builder bulky” but tall and broad shouldered, his biceps prominent under the long sleeves he wore. You wanted to bite them.

“I work at a gym part time” He chuckles back as he runs your platinum card “Gotta at least try to look the part”

He obviously misses your ogling as you give a relaxed hum in response, taking your purchases and shooting him one last heart stopping smile and goodbye as you retreat. Everything inside of him screams in fear, and its so confusing. Because he had just met you, had maybe said a dozen words to you, and yet he’s terrified of you walking out of the door and him never seeing you again. It’s that same alarm going off on his head as earlier after class. He’s relieved when you choose, instead of leaving, to take a table in the back corner of the café.

“Okay, who the fuck is that? And why did she make you react like a twelve year old boy?” Darcy, one of his co-workers, asks. Her thin, dark brow raised and her pouty lips pulled into a shit eating grin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”- he almost face palms at that. At how childish and unbelievable he sounds.

“Um H-H-Hey. Hi. Hello” She snarks, teasing on the way that he had greeted you and he bumps his shoulder to hers lightly, telling her to fuck off under his breath as he goes onto another costumer. Happy for the distraction.

You sit in that little café for far too long. Sipping on your iced coffee until it’s nothing but ice. Nibbling on the ham and cheese bagel- he was right it’s delicious. You pull out your tablet and get some work done- making sure that everything’s going smoothly. Checking in with your assistant. You sit there for almost an hour before you’re forced to leave and you cant help but feel a little huffy. Why hadn’t he come up to you? You can feel that intense stare of his on you. You don’t have the time to wait for him- and yet the idea of never seeing his handsome face is not something you’re willing to face. So you reach into your bag, and pull out one of your business cards and a pen.

Bucky cant seen to take his eyes off you for more then a few minutes at a time- its like you’re magnetic. The way your hair falls around your face, the way you cross your thick thighs. He adverts his eyes every time he feels like he’s about to get caught though. Darcy’s right. He’s being a twelve year old boy.

When you walk over to him, your red bottomed heels clicking, his head snaps up.

“Thanks for the bagel. It was delicious” You grin as you slide a bill and a card across the counter to him. His eyebrows pull together.

“What’s this?”

“A tip” You shrug…“It was really nice to meet you, Bucky” You purr, looking at him pointedly before you’re walking out of the door. He’s glued to the sight of your wide ass in those tailored pants for a moment- before he’s looking down at the paper in his hands.

His eyes widen, to an almost comical degree as he takes in the cash. You’d left him a two hundred dollar tip! Two fucking hundred dollar pills, crisp and neat sit under your business card. Which has your name and number printed on it in elegant scroll. He flips it over and is surprised to see there’s more.

-I know how hard tuition can get and working two jobs cant be easy.

I’d love to help, handsome. Give me a call sometime- xoxo, Y/N-

He cant believe what he’s looking at, he cant seem to draw air into his lungs to clear his head as he stares at your loopy, cursive hand writing. We’re you insinuating what he thought you were?

“Oh my god, you lucky bitch” Darcy’s voice comes from over his shoulder as she also stares down at what he’d been left “If you don’t call her, give me her number so I can!”

The first person Bucky actually does call, once he’s home and in the sanctuary of his room is Steve. Because Steve is his best friend, and Steve will know what to do with this information.

Of course, the asshole laughs at him for the first five minutes of the conversation. Until Bucky is huffing and threatening to hang up.

“I’m sorry, Buck. It just reminds me of when Mrs. Levinstien used to only pay you to mow her lawn. That dirty old lady had the hots for you so bad” Steve chuckles in defensive and Bucky grimaces at the memory.

“She’s not like that, though, Steve. She’s- she’s fucking beautiful, and successful and sexy. You should have seen her man” Bucky trails a hand through his hair as he thinks back at his interactions with you, and the mark your presence had left on him.

“Then what’s the problem?” That’s Sam who replies and Bucky rolls his eyes. Of course Steve would have him on speaker phone. Him and same we’re like connected by the tip of their dicks, so he was used to it.

“The problem with him pimping himself out?” Steve’s voice came out incredulous over the receiver.

“I mean, he already seems to like this girl. So he get to be with her and be paid for it? That doesn’t sound like a bad deal to me” Sam argues and they’re just making Bucky’s tired head ache.

“All I’m saying is that working those two jobs obviously aint cutting for you man. Call her. What’s the worst that could happen? You get to see a girl who you obviously have the hots for again? If you’re not into it, just leave. Its that simple” And when Sam say’s it like that, it really does click into place. It really does seem that simple. Even with Steve insisting that she could be a serial killer.

Bucky takes the night to sleep on it. He dreams of your lips, dreams of fucking that pretty mouth that seemed to spew nothing but charm of intelligence. Dreams of you sucking and sucking until he’s screaming. He hasn’t come so hard in his pants since he ACTUALLY was twelve. He wakes up to stickiness in his boxers and his cock pulsating and he knows he has to call you.

Why he’s so nervous? He doesn’t know…he keeps making excuses. Maybe you’d changed your mind over night? Maybe you we’re too busy to take his call…he finally musters up the balls after he’s getting off of his job at the gym a few days later, the sun setting on the city. It only rings twice before you pick up and he’s greeted with your bell chim like voice.

“Hello, this is Y/N speaking”

“Hey” His voice is too deep, gravely, but he cant help it. He’s nervous “This is Bucky- from school. I mean from the university- that you lectured at the other day-”

Why? Why does all cognitive thought leave him when he attempts to talk to you?

“Bucky, huh? I was starting to think you we’re going to call me” You tease him, but he can hear the smile in your voice.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’ve been really busy” He lies- he’d just been a chicken shit.

“Mmhm” You don’t sound amused by that “We’re all busy people, and time is of the essence. I knew I should have gotten your number”

He chuckles at your directness “Now you have it”

“So I do. What should I do with it, hmm?”

“I don’t know… You tell me” He feels a little idiotic saying it, but he’s truly curious to what happens next.

“Why don’t you let me take you to dinner?” You’re nearly purring again and Bucky has to bite his lip to keep himself at bay. You were so straight forward, so unlike any of the girls he’d ever come into contact with in the past.

“Really?” He’s never let any one take him out to dinner. He was always the one to ask, to lead. But he had all of twenty dollars in his bank account(that two hundred you’d given him had gone to his part of the utility bill) and honestly, he wasn’t sure how he was going to stretch it til’ his next paycheck. Even if he wanted to be the one to take you out, to wine and dine you, he couldn’t.

“Mmhmm, really. Are you free Friday- at eight?”

“Um yeah, that could work” He was supposed to be working at the café that night, but he’d have someone cover him.

“Alright. Do you like Cajun food, there’s a new restaurant that opened in SOHO that I’ve been meaning to check out”

He liked any food that didn’t come out of his freezer, and so he agrees eagerly. You tell him to send you his address so that you can send for him, and he only faintly tries to protest, you reassure him that it would really be no problem.

“‘Kay then, it’s a date. I’ll see you then”

“I can’t wait” He’s overly eager, he can hear it in his own tone but the giggle you let out is warm and seeps into his bones instead of embarrassing him.

“Me neither. Have a good rest of your day, Bucky” and then you click end and he stands in the middle of the busy side walk, his phone still pressed against his ear. He feels hot all, the butterflies ricocheting in his stomach. He swallows it, pushes it down, feeling ridiculous and “unmanly” for the affect you have on him as he pushes on down the street.

Yeah, Bucky’s struggled.

But things seem like they may just be looking up.

@buchonians @papi-chulo-bucky @geekyweed @4theluvofall @peacefulwriter88 @missrobyn81 @prettybubblesintheair @lostinthoughtsandfeelings @papi-chulo-seb @shayla-markele @thatawkwardtinyperson @docharleythegeekqueen 

Okay ya’ll let me warn you now this one is going to be KINKY as a motherfucker. Prepare yourselves. And let me know if you’d like to be tagged for this little series!

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Plots I want. This is so fucking long i am so sorry. If youre interested, read my rules then message me. Do not just like this please.

Archer would love two siblings, or even two boys who love each other, but are both submissive bottoms, and Archer is the perfect dominant for them. Maybe its a point when Archer is between submissives ( or only has one in his home ) and is in need of some new boys in his home. So he ends up being the third in your relationship, given that you follow his rules. So no touching without permission, but you two can go on dates and shit like that, but no fun times without permission from your Master. I would be down for playing the other sub if you need!

for Enrico I want a cute little thread where Enrico is retired, and hes living the high life as a retired actor, maybe hes giving help to a local high schools drama club, and they have two little rugrats, and a dog or two, a house with a white fence, and Enrico the very rich ex-actor is cutting the lawn like a regular husband. I want something domestic bliss for him.

Ricky could always use an alpha to rescue him from his dad. Or you can give me smth like Ricky gets pregnant after being taken advantage of by an alpha, and your muse has been talking to Ricky, and wants to date Ricky, and when Ricky finds out hes pregnant, your msue is all "ill raise the baby, he will be mine. come move in with me, i have the space." and someone please come be Rickys knight in shining armor please.

A plot for Tye that I would appreciate would be something along the lines of maybe your muse is so ready to settle down, and has a set schedule, and goes to Dunkin at 7:15 every morning to get to work at 7:45, just enough time to get to his desk by 8. I want a muse very set in his ways, and ready for the last step in life; get married. Then Tye crashes into his life, maybe something like they meet at the coffee place, or on the daily commute, and Tye has to adjust to your muses schedule, and he learns how to be a good partner, and he learns how to listen to others, and to put others first, but to speak about what he wants, because your muse needs to know, no one can really read Tye like jeez.

The plot I really crave for Nate, is some student sees Nate talking in a guest lecture about his bdsm lifestyle, and comes up to Nate and says he can give Nate waht he wants. So Nate takes the kid home, and is stunned after a scene or two, and the kid is still thanking Nate for every smack on his face, or spank to his ass. He begs Nate for more after Nate fucks his face. Nate begs the student to stay with him, and lavishes the boy in gifts and trips, because no one has been able to withstand all of Nate's kinks and still want more.

Okay, for Fenrir I want smth like after he takes over the pack, he needs a strong mate with ties to the pack, to get the loyalty from the pack So he forces your muse, the late Alpha's son, to mate with him. At first, you are very reluctant, then as you realize that you can become the manipulative alphas mate, you love it. You give Fenrir ideas for how to deal with people rebelling against him, and what to do to gain more territory, you have a heavy hand in all of his decisions, and you two are an incredible power couple.

Todd needs himself a sweet little wolf with an alpha complex to fuck him like the bitch he is, but call him sweet romantic words, and despite the fact the bed creaks under them, the floor cracks, the sex is rough, they are so in love, its making love for them. Todd gets good at not changing in front of his coworkers since he has bruises on his hips from the sex, and they are so in love. At parties people coo about how in love they are, and they are. Despite how incredibly rough their sex is, they are head over heels.

Nicholas just wants another single dad to bond with okay. Or even a dad who lost a kid, either by death or by law, and bonds with Nick's son, and its so fucking cute. Or a fellow older folk going back to school, and they bond over how tired they are by 8 o’clock, and they meet up in the morning and have coffee and study together, and go to the movies together with young Alex :D

Cori would KILL SOMEONE for a familiar, or another witch trying to poach his. Or gimme another witch who wants to teach Cori all about what they know. Or Cori showing off his familiar to another witch, and the other witch is all "youre so cool, what else can you do?" and its so pure and sweet.

Luca would love a wolf who uses Luca for his ties to witches, as the pack is having issues with witches, or maybe a vampire that loves to taste blood with magic, and Luca is strong enough to take the feedings, and loyal to the core.

Ben and Andy want a boy who likes it rough, who likes to party, but when hes not hyped up on rave music and alcohol, is sweet and fluffy. Or maybe someone with a high stress job that blows off steam at clubs, where he meets Ben. Ben takes him home, and in the morning meets Andy, who is so fucking sweet, and would def be good arm candy at all the company parties, so he starts dating both boys, and they are all so perf together.