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mrskurono · 4 years ago

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title: Baby Fever a/n: ok you know what I’ll admit it, all I’ve been thinking about lately is Geto. He’s on my mind constantly. Should I be working on something else, yes. Is Geto the first jjk character I really had a crush on, maybe. I just....fucking Geto ok this has taken me four times to right jfc word count: 1.7k tags: no sub/dom dynamics, romantic sex, established relationship, manga spoilers, fingering, multiple female orgasms (not overstim though) breeding kink, needy Geto, creampie, unprotected sex, pregnancy mention, body worship, really just soft sex ok, unedited character(s): Geto Suguru (jjk)

They had grown.

Both girls that was.

Into wonderful adolescences that brought a set of different challenges. Geto was ready for that be it blindly. And he loved every part of it times two. Each time he looked at either of the kids though he could vividly remembered rounder cheeks, rosier faces and goofier smiles. It left him reminiscing over that more and more now.

You noticed it in the most subtle ways. Geto wanting more. More of those days even though he wouldn’t outright ask.

A trace of his fingers along your collar bone drew you away from what was in your lap. For the most part you’d ignored him once he came to bed but it grew almost impossible when the sorcerer had his lips pressed to the conjunction of your head and neck while a light touch traced down your chest. Not irritated in the slightly, you still give a playful sigh as you put your book down.

“Can I help you?” You can’t even turn your head to see him. Geto’s face is pressed to you with a trail of peppered kisses following suit.

With a firm grip he slipped his fingers against your thigh to give it a playful squeeze. Geto pulled out of the crook of your neck enough to finally look at you with that off brand smirk of his, “Mayhaps.”

You grin just to lean down and catch his lips on yours. Instead though you pull away just as he was going to lean into you. Earning your own smirk to play on your lips, “Mayhaps if you ask nicely Mr. Suguru.”

The hand on your thigh tightened. Pulling you towards him in a meager attempt but for the most part you stayed rooted where you were. Only slightly letting your legs fall open as your smirk grew into a full blown smile. He was awfully soft for a man on the run orchestrating a death cult.

Geto slipped his fingers up along the crotch of your bottoms. Nudging his forehead against yours like he’d done every night this week. An eye roll that held no merit you grab his face and kiss him deeply. There isn’t a second in hesitation as you lean into him. Geto’s fingers moving up to help you wiggle out of your bottoms. A similar scene playing out just like the previous nights but you didn’t mind in the slightest with his attention fully on you.

“You’re so wet.” He commented against your lips the second his index finger dipped between your folds.

“And you’re already hard.” You toss back to him when your palm presses up against the stark hardness hidden under his robes, “Why don’t we help each other out?”

A nod and he didn’t stop to push back into the kiss. Geto hovering above you but it was your teeth nipping playfully at his bottom lip. Leaving the man to groan as his fingertips danced on either side of your clit. Your hips coming up to join in the motion of his fingers rubbing against you. Only for a few moments though because once they were soaked enough Geto couldn’t keep them from slipping inside you.

“Fuck...you’re so needy,” You moan against Geto’s lips as he curls his fingers in on you. He wouldn’t hesitate to make you cum like this before the main event even started.

Lips back to your neck, Geto hummed something but then nodded and mumbled against the softness of your ear, “I need you.”

Reaching down to grip his forearm as Geto’s fingering picked up in it’s urgency. You regretted the moan when his fingertips brushed over your g-spot. Within seconds he was back at it. Not leaving your sensitive spot alone as your cunt twitched and tightened around him with the impending orgasm. He was gonna get one from you with not much more than a snide remark on your part.

“F-Fuck...” Lip taut with tension as you bit down, fighting it wasn’t in your best interest, “S-Suguru- I- I’m gonna-”

“Cum-” His voice almost desperate, hot breath against your neck, fingers not letting up on their assault, “Please cum- Please I need you to cum- Please-”

The want in his voice too much. Just the way he wouldn’t stop after your orgasm tipped itself over. Fingers pulling a toe curling orgasm out of you as you clutched onto his robes and felt every fiber in your body tingle with hopelessness for him.

Fingers slowing, Geto simply wiggling them around in you and feeling the slickness covering his knuckles. It was when you snagged him for a long drawn out lazy kiss. Just to follow it by an order that he get undressed already, meant the man had no choice but to listen.

Rid of his clothes and between your legs before you knew it. You look down to see him swiping his cock up through the drool of your cunt. What wasn’t on his fingers previously now coated his cock with a beautiful glisten. Geto more than enthralled seeing his cock slip between your cunt lips. Each movement of his length grinding into your sensitive nub sent a shiver up your spine. Either he was too into watching or he was teasing you. A few more swipes and you demand he get on with the main course already.

One push and Geto’s cock slipped down to the hilt with ease. Stretched thoroughly from the nightly fucking all week. Today was no different. Juices squelching around his cock Geto pushed himself down to his base. Feeling his cock bottom out in you no problem. Leaving the man to hover over you. Caged in by both his arms on either side of you. And his hair tickling your face when you looked up at him.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re handsome.”

Geto stalled a moment. Savoring the way his hips felt snug in yours. The residual feeling of your walls twitching around him. Not a day would go by where he didn’t swear you were made for him.

“I love you.” His words clear and concise. You looked up at Geto once more.

What smirk you had early softened into a smile. Bringing his face down to yours for a kiss, “I love you t- fuck-” Before he let you finish Geto grinned against your lips and thrusted into you without warning. Just to watch you convulse and loose yourself on his cock. Just as beautiful as ever. He felt himself unable to control himself all over again.

Each snap of his hips into your core left you breathless. He wasn’t rough. Never was he rough. Geto’s cock curved in the right way that left you rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts. Even if it felt like he was going to split you in half, you still wanted more.

Orgasm or not Geto was bringing you right back to the edge. He always did. As you showered his face in breathless kisses. Some of those met with his own lips. Others spared on his neck and collar bone as you watched with a dazed look at where your bodies met. Geto buried inside you with each thrust. His hands hooked into your hips with your legs slightly elevated so he could defile your deepest parts. Every night this week he’d fuck you like this. In the drunken pleasurer of it all you might have thought he was trying to breed you.

“Please-” Geto’s voice peeled you away, “Please cum-”

Thinking he wanted you to cum on him again you half ass nod, “Yes- Fuck yes I’ll-”

“No-” He groaned more of a gasp. Geto putting his forehead against yours even with the dew accumulating on it, “Please- Please can I cum- Cum in you- I just-”

More than surprised. Of course he’d done so more than once before. Now he was asking you?

“Love why ask just-”

“I want another baby-” Geto broke your question up, his hips still a mind of their own. His breath ragged against your lips and sweat making his hair cling to him, “With you- Another one- Just one- Let me fill you up- Let me fuck a baby in you- Please- I- I love you so much and-”

“Yes.”

Geto’s turn to be surprised.

“Yes please, god fuck yes- Fuck a baby inside me-” You grab Geto’s face. Caring less if you cum at this point and more for the warmth of his release. Lips smashing onto his you don’t hesitate to moan into the fevered kiss.

Geto pulling you down on him with each thrust. Driving his cock in you as deep as he could. Quicker than before like he was desperate for it. Even while your legs twitched and curled, knowing he was breeding in you, something snapped in you.

The way you can on him. Scream only muffled by the fact Geto wouldn’t move his lips from yours. Each rippling twitch of your cunt around him was maddening. Hearing and feeling you craving him sent him into a tizzy until it was simply too late. With the way he snapped his hips into. A rumbling moan emanating up from his chest. It was far too obvious when the first gush of warmth overwhelmed you.

Full well past just what oozed out of you. The mixture of cum and juices soaked the two of you as Geto’s arms waivered a little. A moment of uncertainty if he was going to pull out and waste the gift he just gave you. Instead you yank him down on you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and loosely with your legs around his hips. Making it very obvious he was to stay in place on and in you.

Hand drawn down his back you ignore the sweat between his shoulder blades. Instead engrossed in the feeling of Geto’s cock still inside you and the heat of his chest against yours. Sighing softly to lay a kiss against his cheek you hug him a little tighter, “...you could have just said something you know.”

Exhausted and without a real witty reply. Geto had been saving this all week and now he was a little spent. Mumbling something but you didn’t hear.

The idea of being pregnant, with his child, making you smile more and more with each passing second. Even as cum dripped out of you. It was right away that you kissed the side of his head, “Looks like we gotta keep trying until you succeed huh.”

No question to it there was a twitch of excitement in all of his body. You knew neither of you would be happy now until Geto got what he asked for.

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roniscloud · 4 years ago

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psh - love affair

park sunghoon [f. 8516 words] love affair

so when i’m gonna know what to feel inside, baby?

maybe it’s just all in my head, so

don’t overthink, this is love

maybe it’s just a crush

baby, is this your love affair, your love affair?

synopsis: what happens when two childhood best friends make a deal to help each other’s reputations? an unforeseen circumstance prompts sunghoon to approach you, intriguing not just you but practically every other student at your college. you believe your reunion with him can only end in one of two ways: you resort back to being friends and go on with your lives, or you use each other and once you’re both done, you fall out and never talk again. how will you two navigate your companionship? is it just the nostalgia coming up? a revival of feelings? a new crush? could it possibly be actual love?

genre + tropes : fluff. comedy. the slightest angst. childhoodbestfriends!au. enemiestolovers!au. college!au. fakedating!au.

warnings: fem reader. a little swearing. slightly suggestive themes, sorta. a few cliches. mentions of underage drinking. the american collegiate school calendar. does them geeking out over fantasy/sci-fi sagas need a warning? unknown mutual pining. they’re so helplessly clueless of their feelings. also appearances of the rest of enha plus txt.

i. prologue

if someone told you that you would reconnect with your childhood best friend—let alone date him, you would’ve laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. park sunghoon is bad news. well, at least to you he is. one of the infamous campus playboys, you can spot him around the quad flirting with a different girl practically every day.

but to you, he couldn’t have been anymore unlike the sunghoon you grew up with. you grew up with the sunghoon who couldn’t stand being around others, mind always focused on his own interests. you knew him as the little shy boy who would hide behind his mom whenever new people came around. the first person he opened up to was you. you can blame your mom for that. you can vaguely remember her words, something along the lines of mrs. park and i have been friends for longer than you have been alive. when we found out we were both expecting, we knew you two were destined to be besties.

she was right. everyone thought you were two peas in a pod. wherever one of you went, the other followed. always stuck together, like true partners in crime. your close bond stuck for years. if anyone needed you, you’d most likely be found in the seats of sunghoon’s ice skating practices and competitions, cheering him on and being obnoxiously loud. likewise, he always attended your showcases, spending hours complimenting your artwork.

but then the villain of everyone’s lifetime eventually appeared. puberty.

alas, your friendship did what anyone could predict of a couple of preteens entering high school. the usual “no matter what we’re gonna stick together!” leading to “sorry for blowing you off, got really busy,” to the imminent “what happened to us? we used to be so close,” and eventually the end of it all. senior year, the two of you attempted to leave on a good note. by that, you mean your parents made both of you apply to the same colleges to have a chance at sticking together. well, it worked, you got into the same university. funny how the universe does things.

back to present day, you’re now in your second year at hybe university. let’s just say, sunghoon isn’t the only one who went through a personality change. sunghoon traded his late night practices on the ice to one-night stands at frat parties. you, on the other hand, traded your once outgoing and fun-loving persona for a more… cold grunge meets artsy introvert. overall, let’s just say you both have reputations for not being the most approachable people. well at least you still have one thing in common.

ii. the cafe

the busy campus cafe was roaring with study groups filling every table. the aroma of fresh coffee and tea being brewed filling the air, creating a warm atmosphere—contrast to the cold winter weather just outside the walls. the college students scattered around, just like their minds scattered as they prepare for finals. not immune to the dreaded time of year, a group of four boys enter, immediately grabbing the attention of those already nestled inside.

a quick roll call of the four known by the student body as en-4, a combination of the dance crew name enhypen and the notorious f4. lee heeseung—the campus heartthrob, captain of the dance crew, center of the basketball team, and an unknown hopeless romantic. park jongseong, although everyone calls him jay—the resident bad boy and party animal, but those close to him know that he’s actually the responsible one. sim jaeyun, otherwise referred to as jake—the friendly and flirty frat boy who you can catch playing soccer in the quad almost every day. finally, park sunghoon—the handsome heartbreaker. he doesn’t need more of an introduction.

the four of them make their way to the counter, placing their orders. of course jake doesn’t miss his chance to sound extra sweet and send a quick wink to the barista, getting elbowed by heeseung in the process. after getting their drinks, they look around to see almost no where to sit. not a single table to fit all of them was available.

in one of the tucked away areas, sunghoon spots an empty seat at a smaller table. the only catch was there was someone sitting across from it, hunched forward over her laptop. he can’t see much of her figure but he immediately recognizes her features. it’s you. well, a more mature and grown up you, but he couldn’t forget that face for the life of him.

sunghoon’s feet drag himself across the crowded room, catching the attention from the neighboring groups he passed but sneaking away quiet enough to not alarm his own friends. the three are too caught up arguing about what to do. sunghoon can hear the faint voice of jay suggesting going somewhere else while the other two shoot him down as he walks further away. he makes his way all the way up to your side. you look up, scanning him, confused but unamused. “this seat taken?” the first words he said in a year and half to you. still not not giving him any emotion, you hesitantly shake your head once, immediately bringing your focus back to your essay.

ignoring him only works for so long, his gaze not leaving the top of your head. you can feel his stare piercing into you, finally meeting his eyes. “what’s your deal?” the irritation and bluntness in your tone is all too evident.

he shrugs and answers nonchalantly, “nothing, just go along with it.” his answer is hushed, almost as if he’s a bit embarrassed.

“what are you trying to pull here, park?”

“can i not just sit here and peacefully drink my latte? am i that disturbing to you?”

“considering that the second you started walking in this direction, everyone had their eyes on us, then yes, you are that disturbing.”

“they’re not looking at us.” he pauses before continuing with his rant, “they’re looking at you.”

“and why the hell do you think that is?”

“they’re all trying to figure out what could possibly be so interesting about you that i would choose this seat.” he says it like it’s the most obvious answer.

you scoff and turn to see the lingering stares of the others in the cafe. “well, if it isn’t the god park sunghoon being as humble as ever, gracing me with his presence and having mercy on a peasant like me.” the sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom.

he smiles warmly at your animosity and chuckles. “i’ve always loved your sense of humor.”

“funny cause i’ve always despised yours. i’m gonna ask one more time. what do you want, park?”

he only shrugs. hesitating before responding again, “i like it here. i like talking to you. it’s familiar… comfortable.” he sees your expression change subtly. it’s only for a second before you regain the prior look. he tries to read you. he caught you off guard and his pride brings a smirk to his face.

by now, he finally tunes back into the situation around him and can feel his phone going off in his jean pocket. he pulls out the phone to see dozens of notifications, quickly stealing a glance back up at you to see that you’re already back to typing away on the previously forgotten assignment. he laughs as he sees the boys blowing up their group chat asking what he was doing. he looks up, finding the three sitting at a cramped booth with shock and confusion written all over them.

“enjoying the attention?” your turn to break the silence. when he turns back to you, you continue, “you’re no stranger to it but you’ve always loved it.” he gives you a slow nod, turning the question back to you. you answer him, “you know that it’s not my forte.”

“and why is that? scared people will get to know the real you?”

“oh please, like you aren’t afraid of me exposing all the dirt i have on you. imagine the buzz i could create with all of your old baby pics.”

he jolts up from his relaxed position, eyebrows raised, and completely on edge, “you wouldn’t dare.”

you lean forward in your seat, elbow resting on the table, cheek resting in your palm, and chuckle, “try me.” the words leaving your mouth quickly and a smile immediately replacing it.

“you’re finally smiling at me. good to know you still have emotions.” he gets you to laugh again. you spend the next 20 minutes catching up. looks like you two kept more in common than you thought. things run smoothly between the two of you, some of your old memories and inside jokes being brought up. “why didn’t this happen sooner?”

“what, us talking? i mean, you and i stopped running in the same crowd and school got the best of us. i will admit, though, freshman year sucked without you.”

he sighs when he hears your admission. “how about this? a proposition. i’m sure you’re aware that i don’t have the best reputation.”

you cut him off, “you can say that again.”

“haha, very funny,” he throws in another sarcastic comment. “you know you’re not exactly the most approachable either. hate to be the one to break it to you but you’re pretty intimidating.” he notices the expression on your face turned into one of annoyance at his last statement, “don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true.”

you dismiss the slight jab, telling him to continue. what you don’t expect is the next four words to come out of his mouth. “go out with me.” he sees your face drop, “oh come on, stop looking at me like that.”

“so i see, a little bit of time without me and you go insane.”

“look, i don’t mean actually date me, i mean… pretend to.”

again, you stare at him like he grew another head. “you want me to fake-date you? what are we, in a k-drama now? sorry hoon, you’re attractive but i would’ve preferred hwang in-youp or song kang.”

now he’s a bit annoyed, answering cockily, “i am so much better looking than them.”

“you wish.”

his jaw drops for a few seconds and then he chuckles. “i’m serious, think about it. we go out and spend time with each other like old times. i don’t look like i’m so incapable of being in a committed relationship and you don’t look like such a loner. no offense.”

“offense taken… but i see your point.”

“see, look at you using that smart brain of yours. this would be no strings attached. just two friends helping each other out while simultaneously deceiving everyone else. i know how much you love tricking others.”

you sit quietly, weighing the pros and cons in your head. “deal.”

iii. bro code

a few days later, sunghoon sits in his shared apartment with the boys, slumped on the couch as they eat dinner. “why are you guys so against it? i thought you wanted to see me in a relationship and now that i’m in one, you guys don’t approve. make it make sense. i should be free to date whoever i want.”

“yeah dude,” pausing to take a bite of his burger, “we get that.” jay answers, seeing how defensive his friend is getting.

jake interejects, “we respect your choices, but like… her? of all the girls that are falling at your feet, you chose her? the one that has no interest in you at all? i know you’re powerful but i don’t get how you managed to pull that off.”

“i feel like you could’ve consulted us about it first. bro code, man.” heeseung says as he shrugs his shoulders and sips on his soda.

“that’s kinda why i like her, because she isn’t all over me like the others. she’s cute and fun to hang out with. just give her a chance. honestly, what’s the worst that could happen? we go out and it doesn’t work. no harm in trying….”

that seems to do the trick as the boys lay off from the topic, going back to their own dinners and watching the latest episode of the penthouse.

later that night, sunghoon leaves their dorm to meet up with you. you agreed earlier that if you needed to meet up and talk that you’d go to the art department. perks of being an art major allows you a studio to spend your time in, secluded from the outside world. in this case, you and sunghoon don’t have to worry about nosy roommates.

when he arrives, he makes sure to take the back entrance like you mentioned. he makes his way through the deserted halls, glancing at each room he passes, and taking note of the various pieces framed along the corridor walls. he gets to the end of the building, finding a studio decorated with your name on the door. he silently enters. you don’t notice him at first with your back against the entrance and the music playing too loud through your airpods, focused on molding the clay on the pottery wheel. he grabs an empty stool, propping it beside you and taking a seat. he takes off one of your airpods, putting it in his own ear.

you finally turn your head towards him, “how long ago did you get here?”

“just now. how long were you waiting?”

you sit up, facing his direction. “i had a couple of classes today and came here to finish some stuff, been here for… what time is it?”

“um… almost 11.”

“then like four hours.”

“you’ve been working on that for four hours? what even is it, and when did you start doing pottery?” he points at the unfinished ceramic.

“not just that. i had some paintings that i needed to finish for my portfolio and those are in a separate room to dry. this,” you refer to the clay, “is just something i’m working on for fun. i got into it cause one of my profs suggested i try another medium.”

he nods along while you explain. “you can keep working on it while we talk.”

you hum in confirmation and turn back to the wheel, rewetting your wands. “so how do we make this believable? seems like people already know. word spreads quick when it comes to you.”

“we just need to act like a couple. so hanging out, going on dates, posting each other here and there, and being affectionate.”

“wow you finally found an excuse to kiss me,” you laugh as you joke with him, him following suit. “sounds reasonable, not much different from how we were as kids, just now we have to call them dates.”

“shouldn’t cause too many problems. just don’t fall in love with me, babe.”

you smile at the new nickname, “likewise, hoon.” you continue throwing the clay, molding it to your desired shape. you hyperfocus on the sculpture, tuning out the boy sitting next to you as he watches—he catches on that you still have the habit of pouting whenever you work on your art. you hunch forward, letting some of your hair fall in front of your face. too caught up, you don’t notice that sunghoon left his seat to stand behind you. he takes your locks and ties it into a messy ponytail. you snap out of your tunnel vision to ask, “why do you just have a hair tie handy?”

“i always had to carry some around for you because you always lost them. i never grew out of it, i guess.” he grins warmly, “do you remember how many times you had complained when you would get paint in your hair and i would have to clean it up for you?”

“how could i forget?” the night ends with more laughs and reminiscing on your childhood. time really does fly faster than you think.

iv. rated pg

the bell rings as you and sunghoon enter the convenience store. you two are discussing the movie you two just watched as you walk through the aisles.

you split up agreeing to meet back at the register. you make your way to the drinks in the back while sunghoon goes to get snacks. you grab an iced jasmine tea for yourself and an iced vanilla latte for hoon. sunghoon yells over the stands as he browses, “hey, what should i caption for my insta post?”

you respond loudly, “i don’t know, something related to movies.”

sunghoon looks at the picture on his phone: a photo of you two snuggled up in the theater, most of your face hidden in his hoodie. he types in quickly “rated pg for park’s girl <3”, hits post, and goes back to browsing. he goes to grab bento boxes, honey butter chips, candy jellies, and practically everything his eyes landed on.

when you make it to the cashier, you see sunghoon with his arms full. “you good there, park?”

a muffled “yup” is heard behind all the food.

you look around, walking away when you find what you needed. going closer to him, “why didn’t you just grab a basket?” you start to take some things from his arms, lightening his load.

“i… uh… didn’t think of it.” he pauses in between, an embarrassed expression adorning his face. you giggle as you take everything to be rung up, missing how his ears turned red. you catch the worker’s name on his tag, jungwon. before you can take out your wallet to pay, sunghoon’s already entering his card into the machine. you whip your head around, ready to tell him off. “nope, do not look at me like that.” you roll your eyes at him as you grab the bag with what you just bought.

“oh come on… you can’t seriously be mad at me.” no response from you. “really? the silent treatment?” he scoffs jokingly when you cross your arms against your chest. he comes closer to bend down and wrap his arms around your waist. “it’s snacks. it’s not that big of a deal.”

you release yourself from his grasp and walk out of the store, still faking being mad. you mumble, “whatever,” under your beath but still loud enough for him to hear.

he bids jungwon a quick “have a nice night”, not missing him calling the two of you a cute couple. sunghoon meets up with you outside, already sitting on the curb of the parking lot.

v. pretty boy

the start of a new semester. en-4 are sitting out on the grass of the quad. surrounding them are various groups of students, typical for the buzzing campus on a crisp spring day.

“you need to cook the noodles first. end of discussion.” jake says sternly. he and heeseung are in a heated argument over the proper order of cooking ramen.

heeseung defends himself, “you are so wrong. you make the broth first to build the flavor.”

jay brings his attention up from his phone, “neither of you should be allowed anywhere near a kitchen.”

out of nowhere, a loud car horn is heard, drawing the attention of every student in the area. sunghoon looks up to find you leaning against the passenger door of your car and yelling, “hey, pretty boy! get in.” he chuckles at both the label and how bossy you sound, turning to his friends to grab his things. the three of them are stunned at him.

jake breaks first, “wait, what?”

heeseung lets go of his argument with the australian, “dude, are you seriously leaving?”

sunghoon only nods as he walks away, not letting them ask any more questions. he notices all the watching eyes and decides why not put on a show? he shouts out to you, “thought i was picking you up later, babe.” he makes sure to emphasize the nickname as his infamous smirk tells you exactly what his intentions are.

“lecture ended early, love. prof had some emergency. thought why not surprise you…” you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he reaches you and let him lay a quick peck on your cheek. “now come on, i’m taking you out on a date so either hop in or lose your chance. your choice but i don’t have that much patience so hurry up.”

“yes, ma’am,” he leans in closer and guides his hands lower from your waist. “but i’m driving,” he says as he sneakily takes your keys from your back pocket,

“you sly fox.” he laughs at the new nickname as he opens the door, letting you sit down before closing it. he makes his way around the hood, noting that all attention is still on you two. he meets eyes with his friends again, the three looking much like the faces he saw in the cafe almost six weeks ago. as he buckles in and starts the car, you rest your hand on top of his on the gear shift. he raises his eyebrows and gives you a charming smile. “by the way, why’s your friend looking at me like that?”

he looks back up to face the boys, “which one?”

“jay. since we started doing this, he keeps looking at me weird—like weirder than the others.”

he tilts his head to the side when he realizes that jay is indeed looking in your direction, but his eyes are focused solely on you. “jay is… how should i put this? you know what i’ll tell you later. for now, tell me where to?”

vi. jukebox

the hazy red glow of the neon lights and checkered tiled floors welcomed you as you led sunghoon into the local diner. this place was a staple in your childhood, your go-to hangout spot with the aforementioned boy when you were still in your youth.

“i will say, this is a nice surprise.”

you look up to sunghoon as he sits across from you in the vinyl booth seat, “i knew you would love it.” you laugh with each other as you get situated, seeing a young but tall—why is he so tall? he looks like he’s only a teenager—server coming towards your table.

“hey, i’m niki and i’ll be taking care of you guys today,” the giant says cheerfully. “anything i can start you guys with?”

sunghoon looks up at the boy to take your order swiftly, “two strawberry milkshakes, please.” you watch as niki nods and walks back to the counter.

“well, well, well, park… you remembered?” you question teasingly with a cocked eyebrow.

“you’ve always had a sweet tooth. no wonder you loved me so much,” his turn to turn up the typical park sunghoon charm.

you scrunch your face in annoyance, “you should become a comedian.”

“i will never get tired of your sarcasm. it really just… keeps me going.” his way of joking back. “stay here. i’ll be right back,” he says quickly as he looks behind you and gets out of his seat.

you wait patiently for him, assuming he’s just going to the restroom. unbeknownst to you, sunghoon is making his way to the jukebox on the other side of the restaurant. he flips through the song list, finally finding the one he wants. he quickly puts in the coins and sets it in the queue. as he turns to go back to you, he sees an engraving on the side. he runs his fingers along it as he inspects the writing. property of sunghoon and y/n. he thinks back to your last day of eighth grade when you two etched the label onto the wood. he joyfully walks back to your table, ready to let you know about the memory. he sits next to you now, resting his arm behind you and around your back,

“what took you so long, park?”

right as he’s about to explain, niki comes to your table, “two strawberry milkshakes. anything else i can get you two?”

you turn your head quickly to the boy sitting next to you, seeing his eyes are already focused on yours. “um… no, i, uh, think we’re good.” you stumble and stutter a bit. you watch him as he nods his head and walks away. regaining your composure, you ask sunghoon again, “so what did take you so long?”

once again, he gets interrupted. the sound of “purpose” by justin bieber playing over the speakers makes him stop. he gives you a second to register the song, “that’s why.”

you tilt your head down and look at him quizzically, “really? this is why?” you reach to your drink, sipping on the straw as you wait for his answer.

he mirrors your movement, nodding his head in confirmation. he too drinks from the tall glass, contrary to your use of a straw, he opts to drink straight from the rim. he pulls the milkshake away, leaving some on his upper lip.

you burst into quiet laughter, turning your gaze away to not spit out your own shake.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “what’s so funny?”

you turn back to him, “you got a little something there, park.” you wipe away the liquid from his face with your thumb, popping into your own mouth to clean it up.”there, all good now.”

sunghoon freezes in his spot, trying to comprehend what just happened. it’s quick but he feels something. trying to shake off the foreign feeling, he turns to face forward again. he feels you lean into him, head resting on his chest. a small grin appears on his face, humming along to the justin bieber tune still playing.

“i missed hearing you sing.”

sunghoon looks down at the crown of your head, “really? you used to always tease me about it, though.”

you shake your head with a light laugh, “i never meant it. whenever you sang, it always calmed me. i used to think… if you didn’t pursue skating, you could’ve been a singer.”

“and then what? i would bring you around on tour everywhere and sneak you in backstage?”

“that could’ve been fun.” you now laugh louder than before, him along with you.

there it is again. sunghoon’s not sure what it is, trying to suppress the odd emotion. he sits there, cuddling up to you in the booth, finishing the strawberry milkshakes, just hoping you can’t hear the way his heart starts to beat faster.

sitting at the bar, snacking on fries, and trying to not be seen by you two are heeseung, jay, and jake. they ask themselves would they really be considered sunghoon’s friends if they didn’t follow them and stake out their date.

vii. nerds

sunghoon picked you up from the art department today. he showed up about ten minutes too early, and he got permission from your instructor to monitor your class from the back. he waited outside the door while you cleaned up, earning a few prying looks from your peers as they exited. as you drove back to his place, you agreed to have a movie marathon.

opening the door to his dorm, you say “we are watching star wars. luke, leia, and han solo are a way better trio than three child magicians.”

sunghoon defends his choice, “first of all, they’re wizards. second, i’m offended. harry, ron, and hermione use magic with their wands. all star wars has is weird weapons and robots.”

“they’re literally in space and excuse you, but does something called—oh, i don’t know—the force ring any bells? they’re jedis, duh.” you rolls your eyes, making your annoyance clear.

sunghoon stops in the hall, “harry potter has spells and potions.”

“star wars has chewbacca.” you stand next to him with your arms crossed.

definitively and matter-of-factly, sunghoon says, “quidditch.”

“you can’t seriously believe quidditch is praiseworthy?” you look at him crazily.

“you two are such nerds.”

you both freeze, turning to see the rest of en-4 sitting in the living room. in the midst of your argument, you both failed to notice the others were home. you realize that jay was the one to stop you two. you also realize it’s the dreaded time for the best friends to finally meet the “girlfriend”. sunghoon seems to realize it as well, reaching to intertwine your hands to both sell the act to his roomates and to calm you down.

he leads you into the living room, meeting eyes with the boys. “so… guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend.”

“it’s so nice to finally meet you! i’m jake. sunghoon here has been holding out on us. i mean, come on, it’s been like two months and he still hasn’t introduced you to us.” the australian continues on with his energetic and positive ramble, asking you questions about your relationship.

heeseung butts in to tell jake to slow down. “i’m heeseung. jake’s right though, you two started dating before winter break and we’re barely meeting you now. sunghoon is always hanging out with you and telling us everything about it. honestly, all i can tell you is to run while you still can.” the others all laugh at his antics.

sunghoon scoffs, “hey, i’m not that bad.”

you excuse yourself to get a drink from the kitchen. you can hear jake spitting out more questions like rapid fire to sunghoon as you walk away. you reach into the fridge, fishing out a water bottle.

behind you, jay enters quietly. “you two are cute together.”

you flinch at his voice, “geez, dude. almost gave me a heart attack.”

he chuckles under his breath and leans against the counter, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. i met sunghoon at freshman orientation and we immediately became friends, but i’ve never seen him like this.”

“really hoping you mean that in a good way.”

“don’t worry, it is. you know… he only has a soft spot for you. the three of us are his best friends but he only ever smiles like that with you.” he sways his head back and forth as he rambles, taking a pause between his words. “stay with him. it’ll be good for everyone.”

you smile at his approval, “you wanna know something? he actually said you would be the hardest to win over. he said something about you being super protective over your friends… yet, at the same time you trust their judgement. he told me that when he and i got together, he wasn’t scared to tell you but more worried as to if you would like me.”

he smiles with you now, “that all he said about me?” he asks while raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

“he also mentioned that you’re a good cook.”

viii. proud

a professor of yours is holding their annual spring showcase for contemporary art. every year, a handful of students are chosen to join and display their art amongst other renowned artists. you happen to be one of the few, a top contender chosen for your abilities.

you’ve invited your friends, including en-4 to come by the studio and see your work—albeit a bit nervous for their reactions. you stand on watch by your section, greeting the patrons and waiting for the boys to arrive.

thankfully, they show up within the first hour of the gallery opening. they each show up looking professional and chic, sporting all-black fits—most likely at the hands of jay. sunghoon immediately finding you and leading the way for the rest. you welcome them in, explaining your collection, the concentration being “vulnerability.” the works are a mix of several mediums, majority being oil paint, each displaying a closeup of various people. the paintings show their bare faces, imperfections and blemishes with nothing to hide.

the night continues with more and more passing by, complimenting your collection. by the time the exhibition ends, you and sunghoon are the only ones left in the studio. he’s stayed in the same spot, eyeing one piece incredibly closely. throughout the entire showcase, he had kept going back to the one canvas. you join his side, linking your arm with his. “this one is my favorite,” you hear him say.

you look up to meet his eyes, “why this one?”

“because… it’s you.” you takes your arm out and moves to stand behind you, now wrapping himself around you and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. he holds your hands in his, “i am so proud of you. times like this, i am proud to call you my best friend.” he turns his head, kissing you once on your jaw, and then pulling slightly back to kiss you again on the cheek.

you turn around, hugging him closer with your arms around his shoulders, “thank you.” you hold each other for a few minutes. when you pull away, you lock eyes. you feel your heart beating against your chest and your breathing getting faster. you snap back to reality when you feel sunghoon’s lips on yours. you’re not sure why you tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him back or why he grabs onto your waist while backing you into the wall. he continues placing pecks on the corner of you lips, creating a trail down to your neck. when you let out a sigh and say his name, he stops. there he stands, a few feet in front of you, awkward and unsure of what to do next.

he breaks the silence, “it’s late. i should drive you back home.” he watches as you slowly nod your head. the drive back to your apartment was dead silent. you tried to occupy yourself by looking out the window.

when he drops you off, he bids you a quick goodnight. “um… text me when you get back home.” sunghoon just looks forward, muttering “ok” before leaving.

in the elevator, you look at your reflection on the metal doors. you make your way inside your place and take a seat on your bed. your mind is too busy reliving the moments with sunghoon before. you try to comprehend what you should do but find yourself too tired, instead falling asleep and missing his text.

ix. spring break

it’s currently the middle of april and the boys have made you an honorary member of en-4. you and sunghoon have been pretending to be a couple and successfully tricking everyone for the last four months.

everyone has the week off for spring break. jay, being the generous guy he is, rented out a cabin in the mountains for the now five members of your friend group. you all rode in one car on the way up, and you totally didn’t fall asleep in the middle seat while cuddling into sunghoon’s side.

you all decide to settle into your rooms once you arrive. “so there are four rooms, two downstairs and two upstairs.” jay pauses, looking towards you and sunghoon, “i assume that you’ll be fine sharing one.”

you immediately answer, “yeah, for sure.” you look to see sunghoon avoiding your gaze, sensing knowing looks from the others. sunghoon and you already guessed that they would make the two of you share a room and truthfully, neither of you minded. growing up together meant a lot of sleepovers and sharing beds so this was no problem.

he continues on, “great, you guys can take the master bedroom on the second floor cause it has the most space. i’ll take the room next to you, heeseung and jake can take the two down here.”

everyone agrees and sets off to their assigned rooms. you and sunghoon drop your bags onto the mattress, starting to unpack. the interior is spacious, the tall glass sliding doors allow lots of natural light to come in. the room itself is cozy, king size bed with matching bedside tables, and a big fluffy area rug. you’re too distracted to notice that sunghoon has gone outside to the balcony. he leans against the railing, taking in the scenic views and the breeze, basking in the setting rust-colored sun. when you finally realize that he’s not next to you anymore, you silently make you way onto the balcony, wrapping your arms around sunghoon from behind.

he tenses up at the sudden contact, relaxing when he realizes it’s you. there it is again, his heart is acting up like at the diner. he’s noticed it more often—the way that whenever he sees you, his heart beats differently. this weird feeling in his chest, this warmth that only shows up around you. he gets lost in his thoughts, envisioning what could become of your situation.

“what’s got you so lost?”

your voice snaps him back to reality. he turns around to face you, “uh… nothing, just thinking.”

just when you want to question him further and talk about what happened at the showcase, a knock is heard on the door. sunghoon walks away, going to open the door. both of you can feel the awkward tension when he leaves his spot.

“hey, we’re kinda hungry so we’re gonna order some food and watch a movie downstairs,” jake informs you two when the door opens. “feel free to come down and join whenever.”

“yeah, we’ll be down in a bit,” sunghoon tells him as heeseung nods before leaving you two alone again. you both finish getting settled before heading downstairs. you gather around the couch as ponyo plays on the tv and you reach for a tray of sushi.

the night continues, the moon sitting high amongst the stars. after the movie, dinner, and some drinking games, everyone retires to their respective rooms. you plop yourself onto the bed, tired after the day’s activities. you hear sunghoon getting something from his bag along with the rustling of some plastic. you crane your head up to see him approaching you. he sits on the edge of the bed, now with fluffy headbands and face masks in hand.

you scoot back a bit, “nope. no way you are getting me to do that.”

he laughs lightly at your antics, “oh come on… let me take care of you, at least just for tonight. please.” he gives you a pleading look with pursed lips, dragging out the “please” to show how desperate he is.

that was the deciding point that led to a spa night. you both changed into comfier clothes, you borrowed one of his hoodies and sweatpants. sunghoon got settled in closer to you and you reached for his wrist to grab one of the elastic bands. you adjusted your position to sit on your knees, reaching up to tie his hair back. he, on the other hand, took one of the headbands to bring your hair back and away from your face.

by the time midnight rolled around, you two were snuggled under the comforter with face masks, surrounded by junk food, and on the fourth episode of some random netflix show. as the night continues, a wave of sleep starts to overtake both of you. you help each other take off the masks and clean up, getting distracted every few minutes because one of you would start messing around. the boys had stopped by to say goodnight, catching you two in the middle of a mild pillow fight. after sending them off, you fall asleep in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of your shared embrace. heeseung had snuck in at one point and stole a few quick pictures to tease you two with.

the dawn breaking through the sheer curtains causes you to stir in bed. you turn to see the alarm clock on the nightstand say 6:02. untangling yourself from sunghoon’s grasp, you sneak outside. you climb up to sit on the rooftop, feeling the cool chill of the dewy morning. the time alone gives you a sense of serenity.

meanwhile, sunghoon moves under the covers, confused why he can’t feel you. his eyes open and he doesn’t find a trace of you in the room. worried, he gets up and quietly searches the house, making sure to not wake the others. he goes into the backyard, seeing a shadow on the ground with an unusual shape. he looks up to find you perched on the roof, facing the opposite direction. he eventually climbs up to sit next to you. he hesitates before getting closer and putting his arm around you. you sigh as you lean into him. there you both stay, watching the sun come over the horizon in a comfortable silence.

x. disaster averted

the following week, you all return to campus. needless to say, the break was well used—the days at the cabin mostly being spent at the lake or around the campfire. another day spent hanging out at en-4’s dorm after classes. sunghoon went out to pick up food for everyone. you are in his room, trying to cram for an upcoming test and failing miserably because the other three are all playing fifa way too loud.

while the boys are playing, the doorbell rings. jay gets up to check who it is, seeing a young girl and immediately recognizing her. he lets in yeji, sunghoon’s little sister. she casually joins the boys around the tv, catching up on whatever has been happening in their lives. sunghoon arrives back home within twenty minutes.

“i’m back with the food,” he shouts out loud enough for everyone to hear including you behind his closed bedroom door. he places the plastic bags on the table, looking up to see another face. “yeji? what are you doing here?”

she gets up to greet her brother, giving him a hug, “it’s my spring break and i wanted to stop by.” sunghoon then realizes that his family doesn’t know about him becoming friends with you again or about your current situation. he drags her into the kitchen hurriedly, “ok so here’s the thing… you remember y/n?”

“of course! she’s like my big sister.”

his breath gets caught in his throat for a second, “yeah, don’t call her that. anyways, her and i are friends again,” he sees yeji’s eyes widen with excitement and continues with his explanation before she can cut him off, “and she’s my girlfriend.”

“what?!”

sunghoon panics and covers her mouth with his palm, “fake girlfriend!” he rushes out the whisper. “the guys don’t know that our relationship isn’t real and i’d like to keep it that way. they don’t even know that we were friends beforehand. yeji, i’m begging you to go along with it. please do this for me.” he clasps his hands together in front of him with a pleading expression.

the young girl crosses her arms in front of her and pretends to think about it, “hmm… fine.”

sunghoon blurts out a chant of “thank you’s” not knowing that his sister only agreed cause she always thought that you and sunghoon would’ve been a good couple. he tells her to help the others set the table while he goes to you. he quickly explains what’s happening and you’re just excited that you get to see yeji again. you both leave his room and you make your own way to the living room, spotting the other girl and exchanging glances.

yeji stops what she’s doing to turn and face you, “who’s this?”

you answer back casually, “y/n. i’m a friend of the boys, and you are?”

“yeji, sunghoon’s younger sister.” she says it proudly, bringing a grin to the aforementioned boy.

“oh, you’re yeji? hoon was right… you are pretty.”

she tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow, questioning you “why would he tell you about me?”

jake chimes in like it’s second nature, “i mean, why wouldn’t he tell his girlfriend about his sister?” he states like it’s so obvious. “they’ve been together since december.”

“girlfriend?” she takes a step back in false shock, “since december? why didn’t i know about this?”

“what? i don’t seem like your brother’s type?”

“it’s not that. i’m just surprised he managed to get and keep a girlfriend. you’re like, way out of his league and he’s a loser.” one thing to know about yeji is that as much as she loves him, she will never miss a chance to tease her brother.

with a scoff, you finally hear sunghoon join in beside you, “not gonna lie, that one hurt a little.”

“i’m so telling mom,” she says with a mischievous smirk.

you laugh at sunghoon’s shocked face and smile at the younger park, “i like you, i think we’ll get along just fine.”

“i like you, too.” she looks at sunghoon, “keep her.”

everyone laughs at the interaction as they settle in to eat. sunghoon sits to your right while yeji sits on your left, wondering how his two favorite girls learned to be such good actresses.

xi. returning the favor

fast forward another month, the end of the semester means the dreaded finals week again. sunghoon has been, for lack of a better word, slacking on some of his classes and is now juggling to prepare for exams and revisions. couple that with yeji telling his mom about your “relationship” and her nonstop questions, all of this stress has been piled on. this all amounting to him getting sick.

now, sunghoon being sunghoon means that he pushed everyone away and hasn’t told you about his condition. luckily for him, you’ve been cooped up in your studio trying to finish your portfolio and also prepare for your exams. unluckily for him, the boys have gotten worried and heeseung called you.

which brings us to the present, sunghoon stuck in bed with a fever, congestion, and neglected notes. a knock on his door does nothing to help his headache but seeing your face meekly peek in makes him relax. “what are you doing here?” he asks hoarsely.

“did you really think i wouldn’t find out?”

he avoids your glare, “i didn’t want you to worry.”

“honestly i’m not upset that you’re sick, but that i had to hear it from your roommates.” you come closer to him, clearing out the scattered papers and textbooks from atop his bed. you sit on the edge, taking out some medicine and cooling packs that you picked up from the convenience store.

“you really don’t have to do this,” he twiddles his fingers in embarrassment.

you tie back his hair and place one of the packs on his forehead, “you’ve always been the one taking care of me, so i might as well return the favor.”

you busy yourself with getting the cough medicine ready and sunghoon takes an actual look at you. he notices that you’re wearing his old skating jacket, the same one he gave you at your high school graduation. he makes more room under the covers, allowing you to come closer and lay next to him. he drapes one arm over you and holds onto the end of the jacket sleeve, “i can’t believe you kept this.”

“we stopped hanging out and we weren’t in each other’s lives for a year and a half after being together basically since birth,” you pause, a little saddened thinking back. “this was the last thing i ever got from you. it’s all i had left.”

he brings you closer, neither of you caring if you got sick. “well… now you have me again. for good.”

xii. the party

the end of the school year has finally arrived. some seniors from the txt frat are hosting a big party to celebrate. of course, en-4 was invited—mostly thanks to heeseung being close with them. although you have made more friends and now have a more active social life, parties are still not your thing.

yet, much to your dismay, being friends with designated party people means that you’re getting bombarded with pleas to go regardless. sunghoon took the lead on convincing you, “please, i promise that it’ll be fun.” the boys join in, their voices overlapping. sunghoon practically tackles you onto your couch while pouting and furrowing his eyebrows in desperation.

“stop looking at me like that. i can’t think properly when you do that.”

right on cue, the boys start to tease you. jay clears his throat and jake makes kissing noises, meanwhile heeseung starts singing y/n and sunghoon sitting in a tree… while you just glare at them.

“if i say i’ll go, will you all leave me alone?”

they all shout “yes” in unison. which is how you ended up at the crowded frat house. although they had begged you to come, they practically abandon you and sunghoon when you get there. jake had yelled back to you that his friend sunoo from his econ class called them over for beer pong.

you and sunghoon find a big bean bag in the corner and stay there for a bit. he offers to get you both some drinks and leaves to the kitchen. you’re not sure how long he’s gone but you eventually get uncomfortable. you start wandering the house for some space to get some air. you find an empty room and make your way into the connected bathroom to wash your face. you take some deep breaths, then realizing that you didn’t tell sunghoon. as you’re about to step out, he enters the room.

“i figured you would want some space.”

“how’d you know where i was?”

he comes up closer to you, “in the sea of people, in this mess, in this frenzy… i will always find you. no matter what happens or who comes into my life, i always find my way back to you.”

“what the hell is that even supposed to mean, park?”

“i mean…” he stops to compose himself, “oh for fucks sake, i’m tired of this being pretend. i’m tired of being allowed to call you my girlfriend in public but not treat you like it in private. when i kissed you at the showcase, i had wanted to do that for so long, and i’ve been wanting to do even more.”

“sunghoon, look-”

“wait, i’m not done. what i’m trying to say is that i want you to be my girlfriend, for real this time—not as a joke, not as a trick. i want us to be together as an actual couple because i like you, a lot more than you could believe-”

you cut him off this time, kissing him like he did all those weeks ago. you kissed him in the way that you weren’t sure what words to say other than, “i would love to be your girlfriend.”

sunghoon shines with the biggest smile, picking you up and spinning around. when he lets you down, he incessantly leaves pecks all over your face. he holds you close, “now, how about we go enjoy the party?”

you nod and lead him hand in hand towards the door. you turn the nob, only to have the three remaining members of your friend group fall at your feet. heeseung landing on top, shouting out, “i fucking knew it!”

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iridiscent-aesthetics · 3 years ago

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I just saw your headcanon of az being jealous of gwyn and eris, may I suggest the opposite? gwyn being jealous of az and eris talking.

Oh I LOVE this one! Might be a tad bit tricky but I'm soo very up for it! Thank you @aelingalathyniusrailme for SUCH a great idea!

Gwyn would've found this entertaining. IF it wasn't Azriel there. She was aware of their hatred. Aware that they were literally always at each others throats. But she couldn't help but fume with jealousy while watching them in the training ring take on each other. Blow to blow, matching at each stride. She was watching Eris and Az spar. It began with a heated argument leading to the Autumn court heir challenging the Shadowsinger to spar. And now here they were, since a straight of 15 minutes, sparring. Neither nowhere close to yielding. Gwyn was cursing the redheaded male with all she had for choosing sparring instead of dueling. The absence of the weapons as a bridge and the proximity of their sweaty bodies was too much, nor did it help that neither had a shirt on. The angst, the tension built between them; it seemed straight out of one of her smutty romance books. Gwyn wasn't liking this one bit. "Come on guys, We get it! You're strong and bold. You're Fearless males! There. fed your bloated male egos. Now stop. would you?!" She yelled, throwing her hands in the air frustrated. "Let them be Gwyn, this is far more entertaining than having to listen them arguing to the point of biting each others heads off." Cassian stood besides her crossing his arms and watching them with a hint of curiosity as to who would win. Gwyn bet her money on Az because she would have it no other way, but as much as she hated to admit, Eris was just as good. "Yeah Gwyn. Besides, two of the hottest males fighting, now that's a sight to sore eyes. Enjoy the show!" Nesta chimed in elbowing her, eyeing Cass as he put his hand to his heart and feigned a dramatic expression of pain. Nesta rolled her eyes. "Oh I'll give you a good show Ness." He said scooping her in his arms and took to the sky. Newly mated idiots, couldn't stay away for a minute. Gwyn looked back to the ring and groaned "Well at least take a break!" "Okay!" Yelled Az before delivering a good blow right to Eris's jaw. "Break." There. That should teach the male a lesson for getting all cocky and getting Az worked up. "Going easy on me Shadowsinger?" Eris said rubbing his jaw. Mother! this male's audacity was insufferable! "Wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of yours, your highness." Az smirked back. Gwyneth clenched her fist. Pretty face?! What in all of Prythian made Az think Eris was pretty! Did he find him attractive? Was he into males? Eris was beyond fine, he was VERY attractive. A strong jaw and sharp eyes with a strong intensity. The male was hot . quite literally. He would make a fit equal to Az. His lethal darkness and Eris's burning fire. She shook her head, No. She was over thinking, Az hated Eris; old bad blood. There was no way he'd fall for him. But she'd make sure of it. Az walked out of the training pit and straight to her, sweat dripping off him. Gwyn couldn't tear her eyes off him. "Enjoying the show Berdara?" Came a teasing Azriels' voice. "Mhmm." She didn't even want to deny it, let him know she was attracted to him. About time it got through that dense head of the Night Court's infamous Spymaster. "Hey Az..., what's your type?" She shot him the question looking everywhere but him. He shot his head to her. "What?" She finally met his gaze. "I'm asking you what kind of people you're attracted to Shadowsinger!" Gwyn was certain her face was as red as her hair now. He looked into her eyes for a hard moment before answering in a low voice. "Redheads. Stubborn ones with a fiery attitude at that. Bonus if they're competitive." He was still looking straight into her eyes, with a small smirk, tilting his head aside as if waiting for her expression, while his shadows were dancing around her in excitement. Gwyn's jaw almost dropped. Along with her heart as it fell to her shoe. She was right. Of course. Of course he was attracted to fucking Eris. Redhead, stubborn, fiery attitude AND competitive. Should've added fire d*ck to the list. "Right." She'd say nothing else. She looked away. "Gwyn?" Came his voice again. Her heart ached as she looked over

to Azriel's concerned face, trying to keep her sorrow reeled in within her. His shadows were frantically jumping around them. "Is everything alright, why'd you ask?" She gave him her best smile. "Yes of course." she waved it off. " just curious." He didn't seem convinced at the slightest but didn't push as he held up a water bottle and drank. Gwyn couldn't stop herself then, She was still his friend, He deserved to be happy, even if not with her. She'd help him pursue Eris. Even if the male would never deserve Az. "So I take it you're into males?" Az choked on the water he was drinking. "What?" He croaked out. Gwyn rose an eyebrow. "Males Shadowsinger, the ones that usually have a d*ck and insufferable egos but pea sized brains?" Azriel looked amused. "You forget that I'm a male too priestess." "Didn't." She muttered and leveled him with a bored stare. "Answer the question Spymaster." Az looked away, his gaze probably searching for Eris. "I've had male lovers in the past. But I've never felt a strong attraction, especially romantic attraction to them over five centuries. Pretty sure nothing's changed now." "Then Eris- how, He's an exception?" Azriel looked at her with a bewildered expression eyes widened. "Eris? What-why, what about him Gwyn?" Gwyn rolled her eyes, hands on her hips, looking down at him. "Quit the puppy eyes act Az. It fine admitting you're attracted to Eris, he's okayish. You'd look good together I guess. Enemies to Lovers arc, angsty slow burn romance,," she shrugged nonchalantly even though she was fuming inside. Az's shadows dropped. To say he was shocked was an understatement. Should he laugh, should he be hurt, or angry maybe? Eris? Of all people in Prythian, HIM? Gwyn though he was attracted to THAT male? "Gwyneth." He started in an emotionless tone face solemn, "What the actual fuck led you to THAT conclusion?" "Oh please. It was evident, for all that being Spymaster and stuff, you sure are obvious about your crushes. I mean for starts, you HATE him, or at least ACT like you do. That's always the first step to enemies to lovers. And then you guys are ALWAYS bantering! Score 2. And did you SEE that tension while you were sparring? AND Flirting with Eris? Its clear as day 'Mr. I show No Emotion'. And Redheads? Seriously Az, could you have even tried and been any more subtle? Az looked at her for a dead half a minute and then burst out laughing so hard that everyone in the training arena were now staring at them in pure shock to see the infamous Spymaster laughing his ass off. Az looked at her, trying to stop laughing, but one look at her angry face and he burst out in fits all over again. Gwyn kicked him good and hard in the knee. "Ouch!" He yelled, not stopped laughing as he held his knee. "Gwyn- I oh Cauldron. Wait." He heaved in and out. "Good shot Berdara." He said with a hint of pride, still chuckling. Gwyn kicked him again. "Nice try deflecting Spymaster." Az shook his head rapidly, still trying to catch his breath. He calmed down and looked at her. "Gwyneth Berdara. My darling. You thought I was attracted to Eris?" He started laughing again. Gwyn grew nervous, "You're not? But you said Redhead, Stubborn, Fiery attitude, Competitive. Eris is all that." "Well I'm not attracted to Eris. AT ALL. Please don't ever say or even think of that again. Please. For the sake of my sanity." Gwyn sighed in relief. "Sorry, I assumed Wrong." But then she tensed again. "But then, if not Eris, then..." She trailed off. If he wasn't attracted to Eris, then who else was it? Redheads? Lucien? Az stood up and held her arms. "Gwyn. Gwyn look at me." She looked up at him with weary eyes. "Can you think of a better Redhead? A stubborn, competitive, fierce one? She's fearless and strong." Gwyn scrunched her nose in thought. A she, was it Vassa? He flicked her nose. "She's a Valkyrie Gwyn." A Valkyrie? There weren't many new ones other than her, Emerie and Nesta, only about two or three. She looked around to see if there were any redheads in them. Az rubbed his hands on his face. "Mother's sake Gwyn,

its YOU." Her eyes shot to his in disbelief. He liked HER? "I- you, me?" She pointed a finger to herself. "You like me?" Azriel was furiously blushing red, he rubbed the back of his neck giving her a sided grin. "Yeah...that's what I'm saying..." Gwyn thought she was going to burst with all the emotions. "I-" Before she could say anything else Eris walked up to them. "Break over yet Shadowsinger?" He smirked. Gwyn growled, literally growled and stepped in front of Az. "Stay away from him Eris, find someone else to play fight. If I see you anywhere near him or talking to him, I swear to the mother, I will rip your throat out." Eris took a step back at her promised violence. "Hiding behind a female, Scared of losing Spymaster?" Gwyn took a step at him, she was certain she'd show Eris hell today. "Leave us alone Eris. I've scored my best win today." He said, looking at Gwyn fondly and putting a hand on her shoulder. Eris snorted and left muttering something to himself. "So..., are we going to talk about how adorable you are when you're jealous and angry? Especially over Eris?" Az teased her with a huge grin and happy eyes "I have no idea what you're talking about." Gwyn shrugged in charming irreverence. His gaze darkened as he looked into her ocean eyes, "You never finished what you were saying before asshole Eris butted in?" Gwyn gave him a soft smile before reaching up to his collar and pulling him down so she could kiss him. She pecked his lips once slightly before letting go and grinning at him while she walked away, leaving Az to process what happened and blush furiously like a teenager. He watched Gwyn walk away in victory. Mother, this female never failed to amaze him, And he was certain that this wouldn't be the last time. For the first time in five centuries, Az found hope. Found himself looking forward for the next day, and the rest of his life. Something sparked in his chest at the thought, A smile unconciously made way to his lips, like every time he thought of Gwyn; and this time, he didnt make to erase it. He'd let it for the world to see, the happiness Gwyneth Berdara brought to his life.

It's not about them talking exactly, but this seemed more fun to write😅

I tried! Not sure if it was good enough, but I've never really tried writing from Gwyn's POV.

Feedback, suggestions and other ideas always welcome!

#gwynriel #acotar #acosf #azriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel x gwyn #gwyn x azriel #gwyn #acosf headcannon #headcanon #eris vanserra

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mycrofts-gunbrella · 4 years ago

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George Weasley x Reader Smut- Where Did That Come From? (Part 2 of How Can You Tell?!)

Quick Note- Part One on my pinned masterlist

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't been spending the majority of your day counting down the hours until you could be in that damned storage cupboard with George tonight- Christ it was all you daydreamed about during your classes. Never have you ever been more thankful for your love for potions too; during Snape's class today he asked you a question but you didn't hear him, daydreaming about what you'd do to George later on, and only caught onto the question after Snape repeated it, threatening to read your mind and tell the class. Well done Y/N for reading up on the next few weeks worth of content or you would have been DOOMED.

After a long thought over how tonight's events would go you eventually decided to focus all of your attention on George this time, wanting to prove to him even more how in love you are with him to try and ease his insecurities, even if your body did scream to let George use you as he wanted. Your thoughts were cut short at your name being called out to you.

"Oi L/N!" Fred called out, beckoning you towards him and George who were waiting for you outside of potions. "What was all that about in there then? Fantasising about old Sevvy boy in his cloak eh? Or out of it?" Fred winked, pointing his thumb towards the classroom door.

"You're such a bloody idiot sometimes." You laughed, moving to kiss George 'hello' as after a double Snape lesson you hadn't really had the opportunity to talk.

"Snape snogging aside, I thought we'd start this year on a small but dangerous prank." Fred began, looking between you and George like some evil genius. "So, I was thinking that tonight we can sneak into the potions classroom and switch the labels on all the potions bottles. Our security is perfect. If old Snape looms in we can use Y/N as bait and get her to practice out that fantasy of hers while we escape." He joked at the end and you looked at George and smirked.

"Whilst that sounds fun Freddie I'm afraid that it's not Snape I was thinking about anyway. Besides, I'm on prefect duty again tonight and I can't ditch this early in the year. Maybe next time?" You spoke, squeezing his cheek when he pouted.

"No matter, George we can do it. We used to get by alone after all. So we cou-"

"Can't tonight, sorry. I'm busy uh.. doing.. homework. Yeah, homework." George cut him off. Smooth, perfect execution. Fred looked at you, then at George and then back at you again.

"You're shagging in the cupboard aren't you."

"FRED!" You and George shouted together.

"For Merlin's sake can't you keep your bloody hands off each other for two seconds? I hang around with a bunch of pervs; we're in Hogwarts not a sodding brothel."

"Maybe next time Fred ol' pal. You'll be in our thoughts tonight." George spoke and then slapped his face at his words. "You kno-"

"PERVERT." Fred shouted. "I love you but not like that you weirdo. God whatever would mum think? Georgie Porgie Puddin' and Pie Kissed His Twin and Made Mum Cry..”

"And when Y/N came out to play, George ran off because they didn't share DNA" You laughed, dancing around George with Fred.

"Bullies. Both of you." George pouted, looking around at the strange reactions your little song got from the other students.

"Aw you love us really." You grinned, pulling George towards you by his loose tie and kissing him quickly.

"Per-"

"Shut up Fred."

The next few hours passed far too slowly for your liking until your last class for the day ended. After dinner you went back to your dorms to grab your trainers to switch into before your duty through the corridors a little later on- you were damned if you we're going to walk through the corridors in your school shoes - o̶r̶ ̶s̶c̶u̶f̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶u̶p̶b̶o̶a̶r̶d̶'̶s̶ ̶f̶l̶o̶o̶r̶ . You left to spend the last hour before curfew with the boys and then set off down the darkened halls, sending a quick "see you at 10" and a wink to George on the way out, laughing at Fred's disgusted look.

You were outside the cupboard by half 9, clearly eager, and couldn't help but grin when you turned the corner and saw George already standing there.

"Eager are we?" You called out, watching him jump at the sound of your voice.

"You're one to talk, you're here too." He quipped back, walking towards you.

"I always thought it was considered rude for the man to come first." You teased, pulling him by the tie once more but this time towards the cupboard. His cheeks flushed as he tried to think of a remark but he remained silent. That's new.

"Yeah well uh- you uh- I could.. nah I've got nothing, nice one." He held up his hand for a high five and you couldnt help but put your head into his chest and laugh.

"George?"

"Yes Y/N?"

"Did.. Was you about to high five me before we had sex?" You regained your composure and stood straight.

"Maybe.."

"Nice." You slapped your hand with his and pulled him inside, only remembering while the door was shut just how small it really was in there.

"Well this is cosy, might have to ma-"

"Just kiss me already." You whispered, going on your tip toes and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"No need to tell me twice." And with that he connected his lips to yours and placed his hands on your waist, cheekily sliding one down every now and then to give your butt a squeeze. You felt his tongue drag across your bottom lip and moaned as he took it between his teeth. "You're going to have to be quieter than that princess or everyone will hear us." He spoke quietly with a chuckle, complying as you started to unbutton his shirt. He went to throw it over his shoulder but was just met with a loud bang. "Bollocks." He muttered as you could hear him rubbing his other hand over his skin.

"Aw did you hurt your hand? Do you want me to kiss it better?" You teased, your eyes adjusting to the dark and reaching to grab his slender fingers and bring them towards your mouth. You slowly and softly kissed his hand all over, pausing slightly as his hand rested on your cheek and his thumb lingered on your bottom lip. You looked and saw the lust in his eyes and parted your lips ever so slightly, giving him just enough space to press his thumb through. You stared into his eyes as you swirled your tongue around the tip before he forced it further into your mouth- his pupils dilating as your eyes began to water. You slowly moved until the digit was out of your mouth, placing a final kiss on the tip and feathering a few more kisses up his arm until you reached his mouth again. George swallowed deeply. "Better?" You whispered, moving your lips towards his neck and jawline. He nodded before lifting your shirt above your head. "You know I'd do anything for you don't you George? Only for you. I love you." You praised, running your hands up and down his bare back. You heard him take a sharp intake of breath before speaking.

"Uh.. In that case Freddie hit me in the crotch with his chair in Snape's and it's still hurting a bit." You stopped your movements to start laughing.

"Such a romantic. I'm pouring my heart out to you and that's the best you got?" You grinned, moving to unbutton his trousers anyway. You laughed again as he began to move his arms dramatically.

"How else do you ask someone to do that? My dearest, gorgeous Y/N whom I love with my entire heart, please go onto your knees in this dusty cupboard and suck me off?" You unzipped his trousers and yanked them down with his pants.

"That'll work." You sunk down onto your knees and immediately took his hard cock into your hand, rubbing him softly, teasingly as he sucked back air in shock at how quick you moved. You looked up in attempt to catch George's eye but his head was tilted up and his eyes were closed, lost in the pleasure. You moved your head forward and teasingly licked the tip, collecting the precum that had begun to leak from it before suddenly taking the whole of him in making him moan louder than you'd ever heard him before. "You're going to have to be quieter than that princess or everyone will hear us." You mocked him from earlier as you grabbed his hands to place on the back of your head.

"You're going to be the death of me." He breathed, tightening his fingers in your locks.

"Better make your last memory a goodun then Georgie." You muttered, taking his cock back in full into your mouth. You kept yourself at a steady pace, occasionally slowing to tease his head or moan around him, the vibrations from your voice making his legs turn to jelly. He soon became impatient with your speed and began to thrust his hips into your mouth as his own pace, picking up the speed immediately and fisting his hand so tight into your hair you thought he'd rip it out. This was a side of George you hadn't seen before but Merlin did you love it.

"Fffuck.. God Y/N you're so-ah amazing." He praised between thrusts. You moaned at his words and felt his hips jolt and his movements become erratic. "Y/N stop.. or I won't last." He panted, moving his hands off your head and placing them on she shelves behind you for leverage. You stopped briefly and looked up at him.

"I wanted this to be for you. You seem happy enough, don't worry about me." You breathed, a bit out of breath yourself.

"Y/N I swear to all that is holy if you aren’t naked with your legs wrapped round my waist in the next 10 seconds I might explode." He growled. You felt your legs tremble at the mere thought of him suddenly being so vocal and in charge and quickly stood up.

"Sir yes sir." You blinked, the air taken out of your lungs as he swiftly removed your remaining clothing and hoisted you on his hips and against the door in a matter of seconds. He looked at you, realising how quick he was moving and wanted to make sure you were still okay with it. Instead of answering him you shot your head forward and smashed your lips onto his, holding onto his shoulder and neck for leverage. You moaned deeply into his mouth as you felt him enter you, filling you completely before starting to move at an unrelenting speed. "Fuck George." You groaned, burying your face into his neck as he moved one of his hands holding you up to cup your breast. You never thought about how strong he really was until now and it turned you on even more, something you didn't think was possible. He squeezed at your chest, twisting your nipple between his thumb and forefinger before swapping and giving the other side equal treatment. You could already feel yourself reaching the edge but began to see stars as his hand dropped to rub circles on your clit.

"Fuck Y/N, I love you. You're so fucking perfect." George breathed, nibbling at your earlobe. Your fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck as you shoved your face even further into the crook of it.

"George.. You feel so... good..ah-shit" You panted as you could feel you both getting closer. "I love you. No one else could treat me like this... never want anyone else... I love you.. I'm yours, only yours." You whispered into his ear, remembering your main goal tonight was to make George feel the best he could. "Fuck me harder, please. Just use me."

"Say my name.. Please, just- just say my name." He begged, picking up the speed on your clit and sharpening his thrusts into you. You weren't even sure you could form words right now but managed to breathe out a quiet 'George'. "Louder. Prove you're mine." He groaned, his movements becoming sloppy.

"People could hear us."

"Good." His change in tune made you weak as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

"George.. G-George.. Oh fuck GEORGE." You practically screamed his name at his final thrusts, biting down hard into his shoulder as the two of you came together. Neither of you moved for a moment, basking in the pleasure comedown. Eventually you moved your head to look at him, frowning as you saw he looked a bit sheepish.

"Sorry. I-uh don't know where that came from." You kissed him again before hopping back down onto the floor.

"Don't apologise, that was bloody amazing." You picked up your discarded clothes and put them back on. "I think if you spoke to me like that all the time you wouldn't even need to touch me. I don't know where it came from but you better bring it back." You grinned, helping him button his shirt back up. "I meant what I said though, every word." You placed your hand on his cheek and rubbed your thumb along his cheekbone.

"What? 'Fuck me harder, please. Just use me'?" He smirked. You slapped his chest.

"No- well yes, that too. But I meant when I said I'd never want anybody else, you're the only person for me George, no matter who else comes along. I really hope I'm not the death of you because I don't think I could live without you.." You kissed him as he smiled. "I certainly couldn't handle Fred without you." You joked, fixing your hair and ready to go.

"M'lady." George opened the door and beckoned you out.

"Why thank you good sir." You took a step out and tripped over George's massive foot (oi oi), yanking him with you as you tumbled to the ground. George landed on top of you and you both started laughing.

"I really do love you, even if you have the mouth of a sailor sometimes."

"Idiot."

"Yeah but I'm your idiot." He leaned down and kissed you again before resting his forehead on yours.

"Wouldn't have it any other way.. But you should probably get back to your dorm, even I've got to be in bed in the next 10 minutes." He groaned and rolled off you, getting up and offering you his hand.

"Come back with me? I don't like sleeping on my own, I got used to you snoring in my ear. Fred and Lee wont care and Kenneth can keep his gob shut or he'll be sleeping with one eye open for the rest of the year." He asked, not wanting to let you go just yet.

"I don't sno-"

"Please?"

"Okay." You agreed, linking his arm with yours and heading towards the Gryffindor common room.

"Say, Y/N? What are you doing this time next week?"

"I'd like to think I have a meeting in that cupboard back there with the hottest beater there's ever been." You grinned, excited at the idea of this being a regular thing.

"That's a shame. I was going to ask if I could go in the cupboard with you. But if you'd prefer someone else.." He played dumb, loosening his grip on your arm and walking ahead. You ran behind him and jumped on his back, wrapping your arms and legs around him.

"You're lucky you're cute or you'd drive me mad George Weasley."

"Just keeping you on your toes love."

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mypersonmyg · 4 years ago

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The Misery Chick | MYG

thank you to my favorite @kimtaehyunq for the wonderful banner, ily you talented cutie <3

pairing: Yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, a lil tiny bit of angst, college au

wc: 5.2k (issa short one)

warnings: language

summary: maybe yoongi has a fat crush on you OR he notices, that’s all

a/n: happy birthday to the one and only min yoongi! i am so so fond of him and i couldn’t not write something for him, so I hope you enjoy :D and as always feel free to send in drabble requests for the fic and blah blah blah...

honorary tag: @gukssunshine

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To wonder about the quickened stride of the beating appendage in Yoongi’s chest, would be to question the routine catch of gaze to the lone figure at the far end of the classroom, dwarfed by cuddled fabric, consumed with the rapid turn of the lengthy page. His arm rests atop the desk’s surface, supporting the chin that minutely dips with your every flicker of expression, the parting of your lips in gasp mimed by his own. His eyes are glazed under bright light, lids threatening to blink, the passage of time too fast, but oh so slow.

Yoongi’s knowledge is second hand, rumblings of your demeanor spread through the vine of dialogue that floats coincidentally through his ears to connect with the edges of his brain, chewed and regurgitated without second thought. He holds his refusal to high regard, refusal to believe that you’re nothing more than a student, disgruntled by circumstance. It’s not simple attraction that guides his mind to the eye of logic, the region of reason, though it was the peak of initial interest.

He notices, and that’s all.

He notices the round of your puffed cheeks that follows a particularly surprising piece of narrative. He notices the seat left empty between you and the wall, open but not a forced invitation, and he notices the way your posture straightens when someone grazes a hair too close. He notices the deflation of your shoulders when you’re left without pair during lessons framed with the inopportunity of interaction forced to simulate the false reality of reality itself. He notices the things others are blind to in their half squint, though the picture is still blurred like the edges of a polaroid.

The numbness of his wrist, angled by the rest of his chin, draws him from captivation despite motivation to outlast the congregation huddle before you, their fronts focused toward him, his view obscured by obligation of association. His lips form the curvature of amiability necessary for pleasantry, neck craning to the defense of blue jeans offending his locked gaze.

“Can you stop staring so hard? She’s gonna eat you alive,” Hoseok’s finger nudges at the round of Yoongi’s jaw, urging his attention completely away from his person of interest.

“Fuck off, you don’t even know her.”

“Neither do you, despite your dedication to staring holes into her side every chance you get. They don’t call her ‘the misery chick’ for nothing, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile.” The jab rubs the wrong direction, Yoongi’s hand landing with a thud to the thick of Hoseok’s skull. “Come on, it’s a joke.”

“Maybe to you, and to everyone else, but she is a person. You guys just don’t look beyond what you wanna see because then she’s more than just a good laugh.” Every utterance of the moniker draws is lips to a downward twitch, fists balling in the pocket of his hoodie or scraping at the fabric of stressed jeans. It’s knowing that if he’s heard it you have ten fold, the thought harboring the wish that he could fold you inward, close to the beat of his chest to shield from the displeasure of words half baked with stupidity and the ignorance of hilarity.

“Well not everyone wants to see her between the sheets.”

Interruption of the education saves Hoseok from the verbal spar pending within the fire engulfing Yoongi’s pupils. A place of love harbors the words of war, he knows this, knows that Hoseok’s plan is to rile to the point of action, but he’s driven to the brink of insanity by twisted words of encouragement. The kindest person on the planet playing into the stereo of broken records hurled toward the edges of your delicate framing, .

Yoongi’s hands curl around his pen, ballpoint and already dancing the page, jotting words flown from one canal to the other and back to the atmospheric toxins of brains shorting caffeine. His sleeves are suddenly burning, neck itching with the heat of nerves crawling outward from within the confines of his collar. He glances toward Hoseok staring absently at Yoongi’s decorative scrawl, raising a brow to colliding gazes.

“Is it hot?” Yoongi puckers in mumble, swiping at the skin kissing the fringe sweeping his eyeline. Hoseok’s head careens in the negative, averting gaze to the front of the room, professor droning about the coming assignment, a project that Yoongi barely catches wind of.

The plague responsible for his discomfort of familiarity is comfort enough to stop the distant tremble of shoulders keen to the stare that meets his eyes from the room’s opposing side. He jolts, or rather the calm of his heart picks back to pace, when his eyes meet irises reflective of his own. They’re gone as soon as he finds them, but he’s confident that the cool of his neck is confirmation that sanity isn’t all lost.

“Dude, could you take your notes? I’m gonna need those later,” Hoseok nudges at his forearm, limp from distraction. Yoongi hurries to scribble missed lecture, patient for a lull in speech to make room for declaration.

“She was looking at me.”

“What?”

“Y/n, she was looking at me. I saw her...I felt her.”

“Maybe she was just staring off into space because this class is a snooze-fest.” Hoseok speaks through the timing of yawn, perfectly punctuating his point. “She probably doesn’t even know you exist. Though, I guess everyone knows you exist, so maybe she just doesn’t care.”

The words aren’t false, Yoongi’s following his beyond the definition of quaint, his celebrity following him from the rush of the court to the thrill of the keys. He’s hard pressed for a moment of peace, but he often finds it here, lost in you.

“I’m serious.”

Yoongi sighs an audible defeat, Hoseok’s dropped lids and the rest of his chin atop folded arms a clear sign that his mind is beyond the classroom and beyond Yoongi’s own romantic woes. The end of the lecture appears miles from the start, the wave of dismissal a spell releasing its hold on the shackles chaining the ghoulish appearance of sleepless students.

Yoongi has worked himself to the brink of decision by the end of the lecture, sure enough that his stride to your desk will prove a build in the shy tint of his cheeks when he musters a faint ‘hello’. The pan of his half thought out plan doesn’t sort as well as he hoped, the rush of legs scurrying for the door tripping him up in his rush to the chair where you patiently filed notebook to bag.

His vision is blurred by the passage of sweaters and hoodies, emblems emblazoned on sleeves and beanies sagging from the tips of bedhead. Hoseok follows after his stride in a confused wake from the desk that housed his sleepy head for the last seventy minutes, stumbling along with the drag of feet on tile.

When destination is met, your chair is neatly housed, your figure nowhere to be found, Yoongi paces back, his sizable sneaker just scuffing the metal recline of an adjacent chair.

“What are you doing?” Hoseok clutches the muscled fabric of Yoongi’s shoulder, stopping near disaster following the weighted displacement of the two.

“Nothing, let's get lunch.”

The passage of days are a haze in the midst of the craze of midterms and Yoongi’s attempt to find reason to believe your glance was more than a passing innocence. The press of his back to his mattress, sheets freshly laundered, linens, scented of the artificial makings of fresh lilac courtesy of Jeongguk, are used to his mid-day collapse for a pre-study snooze. He’s swallowed whole beneath the dense of his comforter, fingers curling into the soft material, lips emitting a sigh of satisfaction.

The buds in his ears are a dull hum, white noise to saturate the crevices of his brain still vibrating from the surge of knowledge consumed at the twice rapid pace of the semester’s schedule. His lids are aflutter, pupils rolling to the dark precipice, the unconscious already tugging at the bits of his subconscious manifested to snooze.

The muscles of his pillowy cheeks fight upward against the smush to the firm cushioning of his mattress, arms cuddled around the decorative cushion of deep blue. A pitched giggle echoes in the receptors of his brain, bouncing against the walls, a comforting sound. It’s foreign though, the melodic stutter, yet it engulfs his chest with the warmth of affection, his stomach turning with nerves of the giddy sort.

He teeters on the edge of more, features dancing between streams, a waterfall blur. Yoongi aches for the reach, his physical and metaphorical being extending from the depths of his full size bed, yearning for the exploration of the four walls and beyond. He can swear his fingers graze the soft of skin, the trace of lip curved in sensuality just visible through sleepy haze. The giggles grow in volume, almost as if guided toward his hasty reach.

“Jeongguk, shut up!” Yoongi falls forward, just catching onto the ledge of his dresser, quick reflexes doing wonders for his physical well being, but the skip in his mental and the stop of his heart are undeniable.

He's heard the voice a handful of times, an arm eagerly shooting to respond to a professor’s quarry, the hidden mumblings that he swears he’s the only one to pick up on, his smirk almost never enough to stop impending chuckle.

It’s you.

He knows, but can’t quite grasp that just beyond the barrier of belief, past the door sealed to keep from disturbance you’re somewhere laughing with Jeongguk. He listens for a moment, unmoving, to attempt a deciphering of your intentions, but laughter has turned to the inaudible mumblings from the room across the hall. He’s silent in his trek to the door, pulling it on rusted hinges, cringing with every scrape of copper and wood.

He slips down the hall on tiptoe, unsure if you’re attune to the other members of the house, but not ready to face you if Jeongguk’s door swings back to reveal the occupants of the small cubical. Yoongi makes way to the kitchen, surprised to find the rest of his roommates crowded into the sizable space, each occupied with their own endeavor of strewn textbooks and half frozen toaster strudel.

“Well well look who’s awake,” Jimin sneers playfully in Yoongi’s direction, drawing attention from the rest of the room.

“Bet I can guess why,” Taehyung snickers, glances exchanged with a conspiratorial air, the shift of Yoongi’s feet not unnoticed by his personal tormentors. “We told Jeongguk he might wanna keep it down, we know how you like your rest.”

“Jeongguk didn’t wake me,” Not the correct turn of phrase, realized just moments late, the flicker of pupils raising with the feigned ah ha! Yoongi side steps them all, settling on the sphere of orange grabbing his interest from the bowl on the table, plopping into the nearest chair.

“Oh he didn’t? Well what other reason could you possibly have to forgo your pre-study nap, hmmm?” Jin pokes at the slightly greened peel of Yoongi’s fruit, hand smacked away with haste. He withdraws to card through his hair, lengthening by the day, framing his face with more beauty than should be allowed by the ethereal senior.

“I was hungry, s’all.” He tosses scraps with each peel of fruitful flesh, eagerly sliding bits of tangerine past his puckered lips. Anything to keep his mind from the fresh dose of giggles eating at his brain like a love bitten parasite. “Who—umm, who does Jeongguk have over.”

“Oh, Kookie has a friend over? We had no idea,” Namjoon hums, glasses perched to the bridge of his nose, arms eaten by the sleeves of his hoodie.

“Maybe you recognize their voice? I mean, you’re the only one close enough to hear it.” Hoseok’s grin is shit eating, half hidden behind the length of his hand, fingers curling in position at the tip of his chin.

“Oh, oh! I think I recall him saying something about a...Y/—hmmm was it…” Taehyung fakes stumbles over the name, tips of his fingers tracing the glass of his crumbed plate.

“Y/n.” Yoongi speaks through teeth clenched, his cheeks rosy from snatched sleep and the scrutiny he’s placed himself under, the heat of a lamp concentrated in the five pairs of eyes trained on his every movement for their amusement.

“So you do know her, why don’t you go say hi?” Jin pats him with vigour, the sound of an echoed frame permeating the air of what Yoongi has affectionately titled, friendly toxicity. Those same muffled voices grow with the trek down the stairs, threatening to give way with each step. Yoongi lifts his eyes from his half eaten fruit for the first time since he sat down, daring them to say a word out of turn with a single look.

“It’s pretty quiet considering seven guys live here,” Your voice is audible from the front door, Yoongi’s grip tightening, juice spilling down the crevices of his hand, soiling his shirt sleeve, palms already sticky from the stress. “I have one roommate and, as you’ve seen, she can be loud enough for the both of us.”

“I’m just as surprised as you are actually. I know Yoongi is probably asleep,” Yoongi sinks into his chair, knowing glances threatening to drop him straight through the wooden surface. “The rest are probably out.”

“Yoongi?” Your voice strays a bit, Yoongi’s lip twitching, unsure what to think of the sudden strain in pitch.

“Yeah, do you know him?”

“Oh, um...kinda? Not really, we share a class together, but we’ve never talked. I’m pretty sure he’d think he’s too cool for me anyways. You know, ‘misery chick’ and all.” Yoongi levels a stare at Hoseok whose arms lift in readied defense, though his own face conjures frown at your words. Your attention clearly never spotting the longing with which he’s leveled you for the past few months.

“You’re not the ‘misery chick’,” Jeongguk’s voice holds firm reassurance, something Yoongi wishes he could give you, but he’s glued, too curious for the thought of impromptu interruption. “People are just jerks. Besides, Yoongi-hyung isn’t like that at all. He likes to pretend he doesn’t know how cool people think he is.”

“Guess I’ll just have to take your word for it. I have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow, Koo.”

The door closes, Jeongguk just as soon rounding into the kitchen, tracks dead when there are six pairs of eyes trained on his figure. “Wha—have you all been here the whole time?”

He only takes pause momentarily, his stride leading to the fridge, a juice box of all things pulled from metal confines. The naked eye would never guess the soft interior of Jeongguk, his features contrasting with the boots swallowing his feet and the tattoos eating his arm, tracing his digits. But he’s the walking embodiment of the careful youth painting each man posted in the room, a piece of him nursed by a piece of them with each day passing.

“Yeah, we’re just hangin’ around, Jeonggukie.” Hoseok shrugs, ruffling the base of Jeongguk’s wild curls.

“Well you’re doing it pretty quietly, Y/n thought it was weird.”

“Are you guys dating?” Jimin’s question is thrown with abandon, eyes trained on Jeongguk with absolute focus, Yoongi sending a glare toward the silver haired fiend.

“No.” Jeongguk pays little mind to the question, too busy squeezing every last drop from the box clutched in his fist, doe eyes glistening with concentration. “We met last semester in lit and she’s really cool so we started hanging out. You guys should meet her sometime, she doesn’t have a lot of friends because of this dumb rumor that she’s ‘the misery chick’ which is ridiculous because she’s one of the nicest people I’ve met here.”

“Yeah, you can bring her over any time.” Namjoon encourages, book lowered to the table, face scrunching in mental agony when he realizes the corner of his novel is soaked with the spill of orange juice.

“She said she knows you from class Yoongi, but she doesn’t think you’d like her. I think you would though! Maybe you should try to talk to her next class.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi readily agrees, new found vigor in his speech. “Maybe…”

Over the next several weeks, Yoongi is sure that coincidence isn’t what found his stare locked to yours, Jeongguk’s overheard conversation clearly leaving your interest peaked about Yoongi who was forced to make his own gazes less frequent for fear of being caught. His first sighting after he floated the walls of his home like a ghost in haunt was next lecture.

The nerves that ate at his skin the first instance of your curious scan was turned bearable by the itching of excitement to his every nerve, skin alight with the tango of possibility traversing his very being. His attention was wayward, standing at the head of the class, scooping the pages required for lecture from the overflowing desk, a minute ‘excuse me’ cutting through the thick of his cogged brain.

“Yes?” Was his response, regurgitated dumbly despite the forming line waiting for him to budge to his waiting seat.

“Uh...could I get by...papers.” He smiles, unintentional, but the effect is the duck of your head, refusal to meet his eyes under such a heated gaze. He’s left to stare a moment longer before the snag of his sleeve, Hoseok forcing him away, calming the mob of students too impatient to momentarily still for the fruition of his romantic interest.

Lately, your exit from class seems somehow quicker than usual, the practiced haste too much for him to master, another obstacle to his formal introduction. Though it seems your professor can read the tension that hovers the expanse of the classroom, a thread itching to be linked by two lovers, one unknowing of the delicate pull she has on her soul suitor.

“Okay!” The professor stands at the front of the room, barely holding the attention of the class, barely holding Yoongi’s attention until he speaks once more. “Instead of a formal midterm, I want you all to complete a joint essay, yes you heard me correctly! I want you to pair up and write an essay on the topic of your choosing—as long as that topic is related to the course.”

Yoongi perks up, ignoring the telltale that Hoseok hopes to grab him as soon as the class is dismissed because Yoongi has a plan of his own.

“Of course I won’t force you to choose a partner, I know some of you prefer to work alone. But no more than two people to a group. Now I can see that you’re all on the edge of your seats, but I’m feeling generous today, so you’re dismissed, but your pages are due on my desk beginning of class Monday!” The final words of the professor send the class into frenzy, those who were paying attention quick to grab hold of their half and those who weren’t suddenly catching up and scrambling for someone who’ll make do.

“Hey, we’re partners, right?” Hoseok looks at Yoongi hopeful, but Yoongi already has his sights set on you, watching everyone link up, resigned to working solo.

“Nah, I’ve got another partner in mind if that’s okay with you.” Hoseok catches the drift rather quickly, wide smile forgoing slight disappointment at his loss of the sure A on his midterm.

“Go for it,” Hoseok gives a light shove forward, much appreciated by Yoongi whose heart threatens to burst from his chest, sure that the nerves are painted on his face like a slice of Van Gogh. He’s just in time, your hands shoved into your pockets, ready to leave the suffocation of a space smothered in unwelcome.

“Hey.” Yoongi can see the uncertainty, your eyes glancing to either side to ensure that he is certainly addressing you.

“Hey…”

“So, this midterm thing is kinda weird, right?” He can already see the snicker on Hoseok’s face, though his friend is posted at the door opposite him. Your own lips quirk, his only thought of coherency aimed at how cute the action is. You rock on your heels, he notes your style isn’t far off from the bones of Jeongguk, hoodie black and heavy boots ready to stomp through endless waves of the nauseating sea of university.

“Yeah...I guess it’s a little unconventional. But great for people who get test anxiety,” You humor him, hands withdrawing from jeaned confines to gesture wildly to the room void of anyone but the three remaining vessels, two of which are engaged in unlikely exchange. “Did you need something?”

“Huh?”

“Sorry! I don’t mean to be rude, but I have a class to get to and I have a thing about being late. I figure there’s a reason you’re talking to me seeing as we’ve never actually talked before…” You catch yourself in ramble, tripping over phrases whilst Yoongi watches without missing a beat.

He’s incredibly taken with the way the words flow without pretense, a nice change to the closed off demeanor people falsely associate with you. He would listen for a lifetime to the things you have to say, hopefully with the clasp of finger and longing glances. Your intent is nonsense, nerves eating away at the buds of your tongue. To him it’s a poetry specially curated, a tickle to his throat bringing forth the soft laughter that halts your speech.

“I’m sorry, you go ahead I’m just...nervous.”

“No no, don’t apologize, I like listening to you,” He coos when you smile, quick to recover before your eyes, wide and attentive find his own once more, now notably softer, safer. “I love your smile too…”

“You’re not so bad yourself…” Soft spoken and not altogether sure is the way you speak, your class long forgotten, a blip in rear view shadowed by the shining beacon before you. “So…?”

“Right, right...I was just wondering if you’d maybe wanna work together?” Despite compliments and hinted flirtation you’re taken aback by the offer, your eyes skirting Yoongi completely, raising question to the figure station by the exit. Hoseok offers you a smile you can’t help but return his thumbs raising in the affirmative.

“He’s all yours,” Hoseok assures, taking his leave prematurely, Yoongi still waiting for confirmation.

“No pressure, just thought I’d ask. I think we’d work well together,” And I wanna know you, he withholds for fear of frightening you more so than the sudden acknowledgement already has.

“Well I don’t know about that, but yeah I’d love to if you’re sure.”

“I’m positive. Wanna meet at my place after school?”

“Sounds good.” You pull your phone swiping at the screen before passing it over. “Just text me when you’re free.”

“I’ll text the address,” He knows it’s unnecessary, just taking precautions to shield from the admission of his eavesdrop the last time you occupied the residence. You wait until you’re once again clutching the spherical confines of your devices, checking and double checking that all digits are present, not unfamiliar with the harsh reality of falsehood buried beneath genuine interest.

“Oh, I actually know where you live. My friend Jeongguk is one of your roommates, so I know my way.”

“Well I’m sorry we’ve missed each other, that it took me so long to say hello.” Yoongi’s legs lead him half a step closer, an accidentally purposeful close of the gap between, your eyes avoid the bottom half of his face, focusing instead on the bill of his cap and the dark hair tickling the edges.

“Guess you’ll just have to make up for it somehow.”

“Guess I will.”

Your visits to Yoongi are routine over the next week, the laughter filling the hectic halls caused by him rather than his roommates. He’s seen more of you in a week than he could’ve hoped in a lifetime, even more confused about the way you’ve been outcast by a majority of your major. He’s awed by your lack of reaction to the judgement of peers, often citing it as a joke, sarcasm lacing the words.

It’s the day before assignment is due, you’re perched at Yoongi’s desk, he’s laying on his bed, tossing his basketball in mock free throw simultaneously with his toss of ideas while your fingers type vigorously in final draft.

This particular evening leaves you alone with Yoongi, the other members of the house trying and failing to convince you to join for their weekly outing to the nearest bar where they would no doubt drink their weight to poorly prepare for the week to come. Yoongi was swift to opt out, much preferring your company to the stench of stale beer and jokes poorly executed by Jin after he downs his fifth shot.

You were insistent that he let you handle the rest of the paper, just pages standing between you and your final product, but he’s too fond of the way your post-its decorate the shelf over his desk, different colored notes for every paragraph, the ink of your pens highlighting each point in magenta saturation. He’s obsessed with the way you hunch to close to the pages of your textbook while scolding him for getting too close to the screen of his laptop in the next breath.

He can’t help the thought of what could be, close calls and a hair’s breadth stepping between you all week. It’s the price of seven roommates and a lock loosened with the jiggle of a handle. The hesitancy that still fills your pupils despite the easy way his words lace with genuine interest.

Yoongi remembered what it was like to notice, deciding that it’s much better to experience you. The moment is delicate, your soft suggestions and argumentative replies tossed with a hint of tease lacing the bite of your tone. He doesn’t try to hide the smile that breaks the mold of his face, lips dampened by the press of gums prominent from healthy reach.

“Can I ask you a question?” He raises, your fingers slowing against the keyboard, chair swiveling to offer full attention. “Does it bother you...the whole ‘misery chick’ thing?”

He’s not sure what possesses it, but he is sure that knowing will make things easier, break a barrier that to him doesn’t exist. He knows your breath is baited, knows you’ve been waiting for the pull of the rug, so he offers a tug, a comforting teasing sort of thing to ease your mind and close the gap of misunderstanding that he could never blame you for.

“Can I ask you a question? Do you believe the whole ‘misery chick’ thing?” You counter, scooting along hardwood until your knees are pressed to his mattress, sinking into the cushioned flesh as far as it allows. Your stare is careful, not expectant of the negative or offended by the positive. “It’s okay if you do, just don’t lie about it.”

There's a sadness in your delivery and Yoongi notes it immediately. Your attempt to hide the twitch of your lip and the anxious fold of your hands in your lap don’t escape him. Your tone is even, your eyes much the same and he wonders how anyone could ever believe it, he’s grateful that he never did.

“Not for a second.” He responds almost immediately, waiting for any lingering doubt on your end. It never comes.

“Good.” Is your reply, just as even as the question itself. Your shoulders relax, posture not as stiff as before. “It does bother me, not as much as it used to, but it does. It bothers me that they don’t like that I’m not like them. I don’t mean that in the whole ‘I’m not like other girls’ way, but I’m just not Cathy college, you know? I don’t get excited about parties and drinking, I don’t need to go out all the time to have fun, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you if you do, but I don’t and because I’m not like everyone else I have to be ‘the misery chick’.

He’s sure you don’t realize it, but Yoongi see’s the build of tears in your eyes, unshed but there and it breaks him. Breaks him that something so trivial could be the defining factor of someone’s experience, that you can hide it so well at the cost of your own happiness.

“I mean, it’s college, you’d think that people have better things to do than come up with reasons to ridicule someone, but I guess I have too much faith.” You finish, glancing up to find Yoongi all ears, lips etched in frown. “Sorry, you didn’t ask for all of that.”

“People suck.” Is all he says, hand extending toward you, inviting you to join him on his island, silent but sure. You crawl the length of the mattress, your back pressing the headboard, fingers laced with his own, warm and sweaty from nerves, yours or his neither of you are sure.

“People do suck.”

“I know what’ll make you feel better.” He offers, thumb running along the jagged edges of your knuckle, skin kissing skin. You lift your head, half leaning on his shoulder so your eyes meet, a reflection of picture perfect, a record in perfect sync.

“Yeah?”

“You should go out with me.” Yoongi doesn’t expect a snort, but the response is exactly what he receives your head averting to conceal your laughter, hands shielding your face from the expanse of an ego deflated by the graze of your accidental needle. “Why are you laughing?”

“No I’m not—I just—you’ve been looking at me like I’m completely insane all semester! I didn’t think you liked me, I thought you were looking right through me...I kinda thought you were just coming to class high every day.”

“I don’t even smoke, those were not the eyes of a stoner, they were the eyes of a man who’s very fond of you.” Yoongi defends his position, his usually dormant stare now bugged to exaggeration, unavailable for serious consideration.

“My mistake, though I don’t know whether to be weirded out or completely flattered.”

“You better be so flattered that I can see hearts in your eyes because you were pretty quick to agree to be my partner for this project!” Yoongi keeps the charade, glad to lighten the tension and draw from the heaviness of the previous conversation. It’s not a chapter that’s closed, but the beginning is the build and he’s planning an entire novel with you, so he figures his time isn’t limited by the tick of a clock nearing the midnight hour.

“I heard I’ve got a sure ‘A’ and I’d be an idiot to pass that up.”

“You could get a passing grade in your sleep, you can’t fool me. But you can go on a date with me.”

“So you, cool guy Min Yoongi, want to go on a date with me, ‘the misery chick’?” You gasp, hand clutched to your chest, Yoongi’s hand catching hold and bringing it to his own, to the beat of his heart, the bass begging for a melody that only you can satisfy.

“More than anything.”

“Well when you put it that way I have no choice but to say yes, but to be clear, I’ve definitely seen you looking at Hoseok with that same look in your eyes so you might wanna sort some stuff out first—”

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A Summer Secret Part 2 - F.W

Masterlist, Writing Prompt Masterlist, Requesting Rules

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Part 2 of my 'A Summers Secret' mini-series, please read Part 1, want to be tagged? let me know!

Warnings: 18+, Penetrative and unprotective sex, fingering, loss of virginity, swearing, mention of food and eating.

"I could ask you the same thing," you replied shyly.

Now dressed and less red in the face, Fred sat down on the sofa, he sighed "well, my house flooded and the muggle plumber is useless."

You smirked, finding it strange that a grown wizard couldn't fix a plumbing problem, you laughed and sat beside him on the sofa, feeling your eyes land on the veins in his hands, making you want them around your neck.

You quickly plunged yourself back into reality and stared into his deep brown eyes, the hope they gave you just by looking into them...

"My parents arranged a marriage for me, I didn't want to do it, they wouldn't take no for an answer so I left."

Fred stayed quiet for a moment, the idea of you being married so young made him feel sick, he wanted to shield and protect you from the world, from your parents who saw you as an object - not as a living being.

"Gideon and Fabian told me I could crash here if things went wrong, I just didn't know you would be here." You pushed the stray hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"I won't tell George and Angelina you're here if you don't tell them about..." Fred went red again, the sight of his naked body flashing in your head again.

You smirked, licking your lips and pursing them.

Stop. Y/N stop.

You know you can't do this! He's your best friends uncle!

"I promise I won't tell," you replied shyly.

"I promise I won't either" Fred smirked.

At first, things were awkward, dodging one another down the hall, running to your room with the towel wrapped around you after a shower - but as the weeks progressed, and the heat outside increased, you and Fred got closer and closer.

You didn't avoid each other - instead, the two of you danced to music, helped one another cook when you weren't throwing flour on one another or chasing each other around the kitchen, you went for walks in the garden, and you even kept up on reading and criticising the daily prophet.

One morning, you and Fred were criticising the newspaper over breakfast, the two of you burst out in laughter, Fred's hand brushed against yours and the two of you stopped laughing at once, your eyes hovering over his soft brush, red flushing your cheeks.

His eyes gave you hope at first, but now when you stared into them, you found yourself falling head over heels for him.

Fred wanted to take you under his wing, to protect you and take care of you - he didn't know why at first, the feelings that danced and shook inside of him he couldn't quite understand, until you were back in the kitchen, dancing to the same playlist, in the same pyjama shorts and vest, when one of the songs skipped to the one you had never danced to before.

Slow.

You were now slow dancing with your best friends uncle.

Fred took your hand in his, the other resting on your waist, your eyes swimming in each other's, your steps slow and gentle mirroring his. You had never been this close to another person before, your bodies pressing up against one another, his nose lightly grazing against yours, you could feel his hot breath tickle your face, making your heart skip beats.

You can't.

Don't.

You know this isn't right.

But Fabian and Gideon already know that you like him, especially when you spent your Christmas holidays and half-terms drooling over him.

"You fancy our uncle Fred! Don't you, Y/N?" Gideon smirked, sitting on the bed next to Fabian.

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up and go red "No! Oh, don't be silly!"

Fabian chuckled and raised an eyebrow "Come on now Y/N, there's no need to lie, we won't tell anyone - will we, Gideon?"

"No, not a soul!"

Fred's lips slowly brush against yours, ready for the kiss, you embrace him, but he pulls away with a slightly panicked expression on his face.

"Y/N, we- we really shouldn't be doing this."

You frown, but don't push your luck.

"Did I do something wrong?" you ask.

Fred shakes his head "No, it's just - you're too young for me."

You felt as if you had been kicked in the gut. How could you be too young? You're an adult for fuck sake!

Instead of protesting, you stay silent, avoiding his angelic eyes, staring at the floor.

Fred ponders his thoughts for a moment, telling himself that he cannot and must not act on his feelings, but the other side of him pulled the strings, winning him over.

"Oh fuck it!" Fred whispers.

He pressed his lips against yours, you kiss back and your hands tug at the bottom of his shirt, desperate to pull it off and feel his skin against yours.

Fred's shirt falls to the floor, he unbuttons your blouse gently and he admires your ample breasts, his hands cupping them, his thumbs brushing over your nipples making them go hard. You let out a soft moan, something no one other than you has heard before, and you eagerly fumble with his shorts, pulling them down, his semi getting caught in the fabric.

His shorts and his boxers slide down his legs, and his erection slaps against his lower tummy and you feel yourself getting nervous yet excited - slowly realising that this would be the first time - Fred Weasley, the uncle of your best friends would be taking your virginity.

Although this felt wrong, nothing else had ever felt so right in your life, even running away from your parents.

Fred lifted you up into his arms and set you down on the kitchen counter, one hand holding your waist, the other pulling down your high waisted pyjama shorts and your thong, sliding them both down your smooth legs. Whilst undressing you, his lips pepper kisses along the side of your neck, sucking at your sweet spot, a light moan spilling from your lips.

Fred's free hand gravitated to your entrance, his long digits brushing against your clit teasingly before his index finger circles around your entrance hole.

Tell him, tell him you've never done this before.

No, don't, prove to him that you are more than anything he could ever imagine.

You didn't tell him and you started to tense up, feeling nervous but eager to the new feeling of him inside of you as his index finger coated in his saliva slowly pushed inside of you. At first, you didn't know what to think - but you knew you liked it, and as you got used to it, the more you stopped tensing and started to relax, opening your legs wider, moaning more, and even encouraging him to add another finger so he could stretch you out.

Once two fingers were inside, pumping in and out, the thought of his cock being there instead got you riled up and almost giddy - you could see your juices glistening on his fingers, and you only got wetter with each movement of his fingers.

"I'm going to fuck you now, love" Fred breathed out, spitting on his fingers and spreading his saliva across and around his cock and your entrance.

Your heart skipped a beat, this was it, you were about to give yourself to this man forever, there's no going back, no chance for a re-do ever again after this.

"Okay Fred," you blushed, biting your lip.

You placed your legs around Fred's shoulders and leaned backwards, your legs spread wide, waiting for him to take you.

But he doesn't have a condom on, this is irresponsible!

Well, at least this isn't my first time with Scorpius!

Fred pushed himself inside of you slowly, your walls instantly tightening around him, swallowing him whole. Your jaw dropped, your mouth hanging open at his large length stretching you out, sending shockwaves and sparks of pleasure through your body.

Fred's eyebrows knitted together, his face hardening as he focused on fucking you - picking up the pace and pushing himself in deeper once you gave him the all-clear, his low grunts and deep groans made you feel special - loved - even. You were making him feel good, even if you weren't moving at all.

Your moans and Freds, along with the sound of the kitchen cabinets shaking bounced off the walls around you, the once cool kitchen marble worktop now the same temperature as your body. Your hair messy, your neck marked by Fred - him claiming you as his own - even if it didn't mean anything romantically.

"You're so tight, Y/N" Fred sighed in exhaustion, feeling himself getting close, "I want to cum."

So you're going to cum and then that's it?

Do I need to pretend to cum? I don't know what I'm-

Fred's cock throbbed inside of you as he got closer and closer to orgasm, pulling out before you told him to, he quickly wanked himself off, his sperm shooting onto your stomach as he panted on top of you, slowly backing away and letting your stiff legs go down from his shoulders.

The two of you didn't say much to each other as you got yourselves and the kitchen cleaned up, nothing needed to be said - you lived in the moment and you loved it - perhaps this was the start of something new, a beautiful budding romance with the man of your dreams.

Fred hesitated for a moment, not wanting to spoil the moment. He looked into your eyes and swallowed hard, debating whether or not to say what he needed to get off his chest for reassurance - he went for it anyway.

"This is just a summer fling, nothing more, okay?" Fred said, wiping his sperm off your stomach with a tissue.

Your heart cracked down the middle, little chips forming across it and spreading outward.

"Of-of course," you replied, taking the tissue from him, cleaning yourself up quickly so you could go and cry in the shower.

"This doesn't mean a thing, and when all this is over, we must never speak of this again." He sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow, picking up your top and shorts, passing them to you before he put on his vest and boxers.

"I won't tell a soul," you replied sadly, knowing now that what just happened had meant everything to you - and nothing to him.

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xwing-baby · 4 years ago

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Pull Over (Frankie Morales x gn!Reader)

Warnings: Fluff!! description of a dead bird, swearing, not edited

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: On a cross country road trip with your boyfriend Frankie, you wake to a beautiful sight...

A/n: I’ve pining for Frankie all week, add this gorgeous prompt photo and this is the result

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You woke up slowly to the sound of Frankie mumbling along to the radio, as he had been when you fell asleep. Blue sky was all you could see out the window as you slumped in your seat, it wasn’t until you sat up properly that you saw the majesty of your surroundings. You gasped at the sigh of the expansive red dirt, sun dancing on the endless road ahead in mirages. The last time your eyes were open you were driving through concrete suburbs, a far cry from the desolate and beautiful desert you drove in now.

“Holy shit, Frankie!” You exclaimed, choking up in emotion at the sight through the windshield. Frankie startled at your sudden proclamation, “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” Tears streamed down your cheeks, happy tears, shocked and amazed tears. You wiped them quickly from your eyes hoping your fiancé wouldn’t see.

“Are you crying?” Frankie laughed, turning his head for a moment to look at you properly. He didn’t miss the tightness in your voice.

“Shut up,” You sniffed, wiping your eyes, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I didn’t know you’d react like that!” Frankie continued to laugh at you, “And besides you looked cute!”

“That is not an excuse!” You exclaimed, cheeks heating up at his compliment, “Oh Babe, it's so beautiful,” You sighed happily. You pulled your phone from your jeans and took pictures through the truck window. They’d come out blurry and scratched, Frankie knew that. Then he had an idea.

“Do you want to pull over to take a proper photo?” He asked. Your mom had recently given you her old polaroid camera, the one she used when you and your siblings were younger. Having been there as a stop on the road trip already, it was sat in your bag waiting to be used. Here would be the best location to start, he thought.

“Really? What about your schedule?” Ever the military man, Frankie liked to have a plan and stuck to it religiously. You’d been on the road for two weeks, he had planned every moment down the minute. He’d refused to stop at rest stops, despite if he himself needed to pee, all in the name of the schedule. You were surprised he was allowing the break.

“Baby I can allow five minutes for a photo I’m not a complete hard ass,” He chuckled, “there's a stop point up ahead, I’ll pull over there and you can take some,”

You cheered and began to root around the stuffed backpack in the footwell to find out the camera. Frankie pulled the truck up ahead a few meters, parked and you jumped out eagerly.

“Fuck me it’s hot,” Outside of the cool AC in the vehicle, the air was dry but scorching hot. You could practically feel the soles of your shoes melting to the tar as you stood on the road.

“It is a desert,” Frankie said, looking around at the expansive nothingness.

“Really? Would never have guessed!” You stuck your tongue out at him, he copied and you quickly snapped a photo. Frankie pouted and reached for the paper as it printed but you were fast and slipped the photograph in your pocket before he could get it and ruin it.

Frankie wandered around the truck, you walked a few paces in the opposite direction enjoying stretching your legs. You’d been driving for eight hours, even if you had been asleep for the last two hours, your legs were cramped up. You stretched them out as you walked through the red dirt, watching your sneakers slowly become red stained too. You snapped a photo of Frankie leant against the truck staring off into the distance, a photo cliffs in the distance and then...

“Ah gross there's a skeleton!” You exclaimed. A half rotted carcass lay on the side of the road, bones pale under the beating sun it had been there for a while. It used to be a bird, though its feathers were gone. You stepped closer to it to get a better look.

“Don’t go closer to it!” Frankie said, walking over to you to look at it too.

“What? It’s already dead, it’s cool!” You peered at it, gagging as the smell of rotting flesh hit you. You retreated back to him and wrapped your arms around his waist as you took in the expansive desert surrounding you.

“I do worry about you sometimes,” He teased you.

“As you should, baby,” You grinned and kissed him quickly. “Take a picture of me, I’ve got loads of you,”

“Watch for cars,” Frankie warned as you stepped into the middle of the road.

“Somehow I think I might see them,” You joked, it was clear from miles around you. You stood in the road and posed for the photo, waiting for a moment before calling back, ”Did you take it?”

“If you stop moving!”

“I’m posing!” You laughed, Frankie raised a brow. “Fine I’ll hold still for you, slow poke,”

“Got one,” He said after another couple seconds. You sighed and jogged back over and took the developing photo from his fingers. You smiled, it was a really nice photo actually.

“That’s cute! You are a surprisingly good photographer,”

“What can I say, I’m a man of many talents,” He smiled proudly.

“That you are,” You pressed up on your toes and kissed him on the lips again, “I’m going to take a couple more and then I will be back in the car and we can get to Vegas!” You sang, doing an excited dance at the thought of finally getting to your destination. Frankie cheered too and laughed heartily before giving you ass a little tap and letting you go.

He watched you wander about in the wilderness ahead, ever the adventurer. Unlike him, you didn’t really know the harshness of the world. You knew the things he had done, the things he’d seen, but only through stories. You weren’t hardened to the world like he was, like he used to be. Pope always teased him that you’d turned him soft but Frankie couldn’t find fault in that if it meant he could have moments like this. Usually a small reminder in his head would tell him to watch the back mirror, to watch for people hidden on the side of the road. Now, he didn’t think about any of that and instead watched you stride fearlessly into the unknown, smiling at the wildness taking photos as if you belonged among the rocks that surrounded you.

Your smile was his favourite thing in the world. He would rather die than never wake up to see it again. You brought so much joy into his life, even when things were tough to hope that you would stick around long enough to smile again helped him through. Through fights, through low moments for the both of you the smile always sat as the prize for getting through the dark. It was what he dreamt of stuck in the Andes, it was what drove him home when he wanted to run away from everything. You.

The question had been his head the entire trip. He wanted to ask at a good time, a romantic spot meant something to the two of you. One memorable and meaningful. His plan was to take you out to California, where you’d met, and propose on the same beach. But each day with you in the truck was making him impatient. He nearly slipped it out when you had sex in the horrible motel you’d stayed at the night before. He was desperate, couldn’t wait another day to ask you to be his for forever. Now, watching you and your reaction to seeing it waking up from your nap. Maybe he didn’t need California, and past memories. Maybe he could make new ones here in the middle of the desert.

He watched you walk back to the truck, slipping the last polaroid into your back pocket. You opened the door and smiled at him. That smile. The decision was made. He had to ask now.

“What?” You asked, with an awkward laugh. You could tell he wanted to say something. He didn’t so you began to pack up your camera, putting it and the polaroid photos you’d taken away safely.

“What would you say if I asked you to marry me?” He asked, you stopped fiddling with your backpack and looked back up at him. Your heart fluttered in your chest.

“What?” You were surprised. You had spoken about marriage with him, from the beginning of your relationship you had joked about being grumpy grandparents on a porch swing together. You just didn’t think Frankie was the type to just ask like this. You sat up and looked at your boyfriend. He was staring directly at you, he cleared his throat and readjusted his shirt.

“Marry me? Tonight. In Vegas,” He said with more confidence, “Our friends are already there, I don’t have ring but we can go get one when we get there and I-,” He stopped, catching himself rambling, getting excited at the idea, “I would like to marry you,” He admitted, with a hopeful smile.

“You’re serious?” You asked, shocked at his words in the best way. Francisco didn’t speak, looking back at you with hopeful eyes. He needed an answer, “Yes of course I’ll marry you! Yes!”

“Thank fuck,” He gasped as you leaned over the console and kissed him hard. You’d kissed him a million times, but this was special, a new spark.

“I have one condition,” You said as you pulled away.

“Anything,” He smiled, eyes starry looking at you, so full of love.

“I want an Elvis impersonator to officiate” You tried to remain serious but couldn’t fight the grin on your lips. Frankie laughed and shook his head, “And you need to call my dad,” You said seriously, “I know it takes away from the spontaneity but he’d be-,”

“Already asked him, two weeks ago,” He interrupted you. Your jaw dropped, shocked.

“We were at their- Oh my god that’s why Dad had that stupid grin on his face when we left, isn’t it?” You gasped, hitting his arm playfully.

“Maybe,” He smirked, proud of himself now his plan had fully worked out. You gaped at him,

“So you really planned to propose next to a decaying bird?” You looked at the skeleton again, curling your lip at it.

“The bird wasn’t in the plan,” He chuckled, turning your attention back to him with his hands on your cheeks. You smiled and leant into his touch, affectionately.

“I love you Frankie Morales,” you whispered.

“I love you too sweetheart,”

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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You Came Back (2/3)

Juice Ortiz x Reader

Request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera: Juice has a special place in my heart, so I'm denying his ending on the show😭 I want to foccus on the nurturing,fluffy and romantic side that he deserves😍 maybe something about Opie and Jax childhood friend who comes back to charming( Gemma always thought of her as her own kid) and she's really closed of emotionaly, bit our boy is smitten from the second he has his eyes on her. so romantic Juice overdrive, and she starts to see this side of life that's worth, by his side

Warnings: language, cuties dancing around their feelings

Word Count: 2.6k

Chapter Index: Part 1 , Part 3

A/N: I’m a sucker for build-ups before relationships, which seemed to work well with this prompt. Hope y’all enjoy!

You fell into a routine at the shop quicker than you thought you were going to. Most of the time you were working with Gemma, helping her manage orders and appointments for all the repairs. Occasionally you were sent out on a pickup with one of the guys, usually Juice or the prospect. It wasn’t a strenuous work day for you, and you couldn’t deny the fact that you felt extremely comfortable at T-M, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

You were finishing up filing some things away when you heard Jax’s voice fill the small office, “Hey, Y/N.”

You turned to him with a smile, “What’s up?”

“You heading right home tonight? Or you got time to stick around?”

You shrugged, “Got no pressing plans, why?”

A smirk passed over his face, “You should stick around, then. Party at the clubhouse tonight.”

You sighed but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Even before you had never been one to go to the clubhouse parties. The only people you really wanted to hang out with then were Jax and Opie. In a way, that hadn’t really changed all that much, but you felt a little more of an obligation to go. You were more entwined with everything now whether you liked it or not.

“Fine. But the second someone says some weird shit to me or tries to touch me or something, I’m out.”

He chuckled, nodding, “Alright. But hey, you’ll have me and Ope. No one is gonna try and mess with you.”

“For your sake and theirs, you better hope not,” you tried to keep a straight face but you ended up breaking out in laughter.

As much as you hated to admit it, you were having fun at the party. You kept yourself close to Jax and Opie, knowing that they would provide you with a type of security blanket. You were perched on the arm of the couch, Opie’s hand resting on your knee to provide you with a little bit of extra comfort. You took in the controlled chaos happening around you and it was hard to imagine that your best friends had grown up in this, that this is just what life was like for them.

“I’m gonna grab another beer,” you patted Opie’s hand, “You want one?”

He nodded, “Yea, if you don’t mind.”

You shot him a wink as you stood up from the couch, “I gotchu.”

You leaned against the bar as you waited for Kipp to bring you a couple beers. You felt someone come and stand next to you, and when you looked over you had to smile at the eagerness that seemed permanent in Juice’s eyes.

He smiled at you, “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

You laughed, “Me either. Jax extended a personal invite, so I figured I should show up to at least one party before swearing them off altogether.”

“Wanna step out for a smoke?”

You smiled, “I gotta bring this to Opie.”

Juice shook his head before flagging down the prospect, “Yo, Half-Sack,” he nodded towards the beer bottle, “bring that to Opie. Grab one for Jax, too,” he turned back to you with a smile, gesturing towards the door of the clubhouse, “After you.”

You laughed and shook your head as you walked, “And they say chivalry is dead.”

The two of you sat down across from each other at a table outside the clubhouse. It was nice to be out of the haze of body heat, smoke, and alcohol. Juice handed you a cigarette from his pack and lit it for you, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth the whole time. You shared a few moments of quiet, the only noise being the music drifting out from inside the clubhouse.

“So,” you looked over at him, “I gotta ask, how does a boy from Queens end up in a motorcycle club in fucking Charming?”

He laughed and shook his head, “A long string of questionable decisions,” he paused and took a drag from his cigarette and shrugged, “Was looking for some place to belong, and this fit the bill.”

You chuckled, “One of these days you’ll have to give me all the fun details of that. I missed out on a lot around here, apparently.”

“Apparently,” he smiled, “Where’d you run off to, anyway?”

You scoffed, shaking your head, “Doesn’t really matter, does it? Still ended up right back here.”

“How’d that happen?” he seemed genuinely interested.

You searched his face, trying to figure out how much you were willing to divulge. There were a lot of things that you weren’t ready to face yet, “I don’t think that anyone ever really gets out of Charming once they’re here,” you took a drag, praying for a shift in conversation.

He felt the coldness that was appearing to show in your tone. He let it drop, for now. He waited for you to meet his eyes and he smiled, “Well, if that’s the case, and you won’t be leaving any time soon, does that mean you’d be free for a drink sometime?”

The question stopped the downward spiral your brain was beginning to take you on. You looked over at him, trying to gauge just how serious he was with his inquiry. You weren’t in the mood to be anyone’s play-thing. You were more than just something to help pass the time.

“Maybe.”

He smiled, leaning his elbows onto the table, “Tomorrow?”

You laughed, “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

He shrugged, “Why wait?”

You sighed, feeling the persistence emanating from him. You let a small smile cross your face, “I’d be more than willing to get a drink with a friend tomorrow,” you looked at him, “I’m in no mood to get jerked around, Juice.”

You wondered if that grin was permanently etched into his features, “A drink with a friend sounds good.”

You drummed your fingers on the surface of the table, “I get off work at 5:30 tomorrow.”

“I know.”

You laughed, nodding, “Yea, that’s true.”

“Can I ask for your number? As a friend?”

Something about his smile was contagious, “Yea, as a friend,” you held your hand out for him to give you his phone, which he did gladly. You handed it back when you were done, “I don’t want to be getting any late-night bail calls, okay?”

Before he could respond, Jax appeared behind you, resting his hand on your shoulder, “Thought you bailed without saying goodbye,” he laughed.

You looked up at him with a smile, “Nah, just getting some fresh air,” you stood up with a sigh, “Now that you mention it though I think I’m gonna head out,” you hugged him, “Tell Ope I said goodbye?”

He nodded, “Sure thing. See you at home.”

You walked around and rested your hand on Juice’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze, “See you tomorrow.”

Jax looked at Juice expectantly as he watched you walk away. He chuckled, lighting his own cigarette, “She’s gonna see you tomorrow?”

“Yea,” Juice shrugged, trying to contain his grin, “we all work together, right?”

“Right,” there was a hint of amusement in Jax’s voice, “Just be careful, Juicy Pants.”

If you had asked Juice, the next day seemed to drag on endlessly. Each time he’d walk across the compound he’d catch a glance of you in the office, and he instantly got the jitters. Five-thirty felt like it was forever away. A couple different times he caught a smack to the back of the head from one of the guys, telling him to focus or he wouldn’t be going anywhere with anyone anytime soon. You pretended not to notice the way that he’d linger for a few extra moments when he came to drop off paperwork for Gemma.

At five-thirty-one Juice came striding into the office, already changed out of his T-M shirt and into a regular t-shirt along with his kutte. You couldn’t help but to laugh as he leaned onto the desk, eyes alight with excitement.

“Come here often?” he said with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the laugh that was creeping up inside you, “Well, considering I work here? Yes.”

“Still up for a drink?”

You nodded, “Yea, sure. Just gotta finish filing a few things.”

You were expecting him to leave to wait, but he sat back in his chair contentedly. You chuckled to yourself as you wrapped up the last few things that you had to do for the day. When you started to gather up your purse and keys, Juice shot up out of his chair.

“You ready?”

You laughed, nodding, “Yea, are you?”

When the two of you walked out of the office, you turned to walk to the clubhouse, assuming that that’s where you were going to be grabbing your drink. But Juice reached out and lightly put his hand on your arm to stop you. You looked at him, a confused expression on your face.

He nodded towards his bike, “You up for a ride?”

You chuckled, nodding, “Sure. Where to?”

He shrugged, “Nowhere fancy,” he handed you his helmet, “Remember how this goes?”

You laughed, “Just worry about driving, Juice.”

You hopped on the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. It had been a while since you rode on a bike, but it felt like home. You missed it. You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. He peeled out of the lot and you laughed as he sped down the street. Your heart was racing inside your chest, and for a few minutes you felt like a teenager again. You felt light as you wrapped your arms tighter around Juice’s middle.

He slowed down and pulled up against the sidewalk. You looked around, trying to figure out where exactly he was taking you. You had expected him to pull up to a bar, but there were none in sight. You let him help you off the bike and onto the sidewalk, looking around for a few more seconds before finally caving and asking where you were going.

“I thought we were going out for a drink?”

He smiled, “Yea, but we never specified what kind of drink,” he motioned for you to follow him and as you continued down the block you couldn’t help but to laugh. He proudly gestured towards the ice cream shop, “Best milkshakes in Charming!”

“Is the dairy competition fierce here?” you laughed as he held the door open for you and let you walk through first.

The two of you ordered at the counter and Juice told you to go grab a booth while he waited for your drinks. You had to admit that the entire outing caught you by surprise. It was a nice change of pace, and you could tell that Juice was incredibly proud of himself for thinking of it. He stuck out in the small shop because of his kutte and tattoos, but that almost made you love it more.

He sat down across from you and slid your drink over to you. You couldn’t help but to laugh as you took a sip through the straw, “I gotta admit, this is not what I was expecting.”

He smiled as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, “Good. I know being at the clubhouse can feel like…a lot.”

You smirked, “I didn’t expect to hear that from someone who’s actually in the club.”

He laughed, “I’m half the reason it can be a lot,” he paused, his expression getting a little more serious as he toyed with the straw in his drink, “But I could tell even last night that it was a bit much for you.”

“Oh could you?” you were trying to casually play it off but you did feel oddly seen as you sat across from him.

“Just had a feeling,” he said with a slight shrug.

You could see it in his eyes that he had a million questions that he wanted to ask you. You saw it, and you were ready to try and maneuver around each one if necessary. But, despite all of your preparation for conversational gymnastics, Juice actually asked you very few questions about you and your life. Your body was tense as you waited for them to come, but they didn’t. Instead, he told you stories of what had been happening with the guys and with Charming in the past few years. It was interesting, and comical for sure.

Juice knew exactly what he was doing. Despite the fact that he had so many questions to ask you, so many things that he wanted to know about you, he stopped himself. He saw the way you clammed up the night before and he knew that bombarding you with questions wasn’t going to make you want to let him in. So, he did what he considered to be the only alternative, and that was to let you in. He hoped that if he was open and honest with you that someday down the road you would be comfortable enough to return the favor. The longer he sat across from you and looked at you, the more he realized that he would tell you just about anything if you asked.

You lost track of how long the two of you had been sitting there. Your cups had been empty for a while and neither of you seemed to care, too wrapped up in conversation to notice. You only realized it when you caught the street lamps outside turning on. You turned and looked out the main windows, chuckling as you saw how it was now dark out.

“Sorry I took up your whole evening,” you said as you toyed with the cup in your hands.

“Don’t be sorry,” his response was quick, “This was…really nice. Thank you for coming with me.”

“Thanks for the milkshake,” you laughed.

On the ride back to T-M you felt like you were melting into Juice. He was fighting to stay focused on the road, but the warmth that was seeping from your body into his was hard to ignore. Your arms rested around his waist and all Juice could think about was that he never wanted you to let go. The ride back to the shop wasn’t nearly long enough.

You hopped off his bike once he stopped in the lot, handing him back his helmet with a smile, “Thanks for the ride.”

He smiled, “Any time.”

“You’re alright, Juan Carlos.”

He laughed, trying to hide the fact that hearing you say his name like that made his heart skip a few beats, “Thanks for the thrilling endorsement,” he paused, wanting to choose his words carefully, “If you ever want to do this again, lemme know.”

You smiled and nodded, “I will,” you stepped in and gave him a quick hug before heading to your car. Juice couldn’t help but to stare at you as you sauntered away.

You walked into the house and were met with silence. You let out a sigh as you toed off your shoes and headed back towards your temporary room. Just before you crossed the threshold, you heard Jax’s voice call out to you from down the hall.

You poked your head into his room to see him sprawled on his bed with the TV on, “What’s up?”

“How was your date with Juice?” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, “Wasn’t a date.”

“How was your platonic outing with Juice?”

You smiled, “It was fine. He seems nice. Had an awful lot to say about you boys and your antics.”

“Did he mention that he was the leader of nearly all of those antics?”

You chuckled, “It might’ve come up, yea.”

“Nice to see you makin’ friends, Y/N,” he looked over at you, “Maybe it’ll give you an extra reason to stick around this time.”

You shook your head, choosing not to respond to the comment, “Goodnight, Jackson.”

He laughed, “Goodnight.”

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moonlit-jeno · 5 years ago

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birthday sex + jeno

It��s 10:06pm when you check your phone for the tenth time in the past minute. Jaemin promised he would bring Jeno to the roof at 9:45. Not only is he late, but he’s also not answer his phone. You frown and eye the cake, wondering if he would mind if you had a bite before he got there.

10:12 is when Jaemin pushes a distressed Jeno onto the roof, hands clasped tightly over your boyfriend’s eyes. Jeno’s yelling something about being kidnapped, about how he can’t believe his best friend would betray him, and Jaemin makes a face that has you biting onto your lip to supress your laughter.

“I’m not fighting you up here, Jaemin! Not on my birthday! Especially not before I have my birthday sex, asshole!” Jeno yells. You snicker and make your way over to the two boys, leaning forward to press your lips against Jeno’s. He freezes, momentarily halting his attacks on Jaemin.

You pull back to be met with the wide eyes of your boyfriend and you smile at his surprised expression. “Happy birthday, babe!”

Jeno tears his gaze away from you to find the blanket you’d laid out, the mini decorations you’d set up. He laughs, seemingly at a loss for words.

“You did this?” He asks, taking both of your hands in his. You nod, smiling brightly. “Fuck, you’re amazing. Come here.” Jeno pulls you into a long kiss before wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck and squeezing you tight. You open your eyes to mouth a ‘thank you’ at Jaemin and he smiles brightly, throwing a condom in your direction and going back down the stairwell.

“I know, that’s why you’re dating me.” You grin, leaning in for one more kiss because you can’t help yourself. “Come on, let’s eat.”

Loud laughter and soft music mix together to fill the air, carrying out into the night sky. You and Jeno goof around and snuggle on the blanket, feeding each other bites of food and smiling like fools in love. Jeno covers his ears and pretends to scrunch his face in pain when you sing Happy Birthday to him. You pretend to strangle him.

It’s later, after you’ve eaten the majority of the food and slow danced under the night sky, that you lay out on the blankets and look at the stars. Jeno points out a constellation that he thinks looks like a dick. You’re pretty sure at least three of the stars he pointed at were satellites.

You snuggle closer into his side and let your eyes close in content, feeling full with love and cake and happiness. Jeno’s staring at you when you open them and he brings his thumb up to brush over your cheek.

“Thank you for doing this. It means the world to me.” Jeno says, open and honest. “You mean the world to me.”

“Of course, babe. You deserve the world, it’s the least I could do.” You smile, pressing into his touch.

Jeno surprises you by rolling on top of you. “No, you deserve the world. You kind, generous, wonderful human being.”

You whine and manage to roll you both over until you’re straddling his waist, hands on his chest to keep you balanced. “No, it’s your birthday, let me compliment you!”

There’s a pout on your face that goes away once he nods. “Lee Jeno, you actual angel. You’re the nicest, funniest guy I’ve ever met. You’re adorable and hard working and take care of your friends when they forget to take care of themselves. Sometimes you play too many video games and drive up the electrical bill, but you always look so darn cute that I can’t stay mad at you.”

You dip down for another kiss. “Lee Jeno, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I swear I fall in love with you more everyday.”

Jeno’s blushing in the moonlight when you finish talking and you smile at the way you’ve reduced him to an embarrassed puddle. He looks up at you with stars in his eyes and slides his hands over your waist to your back, pausing at your cheeks and holding you delicately. “Y/n, I am so in love with you.”

It’s sweet, and it would be perfect when he pulls you down for a kiss, but he moans a little too excitedly and you can feel something hard poking it your core.

“Are you- I just got done giving you such a romantic speech and you’re hard?” You narrow your eyes, looking Jeno up and down.

He smiles innocently at you. “Babe, my dick may be hard but my heart is soft.” You don’t react and he moves your hand to the side, letting you feel his heartbeat under your palm. “See? I-” he times his words with his pulse, a cheesy smile on his face. “Love. You.”

You try to look upset but you can’t stop yourself from smiling. “That is the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me. I can’t believe it.”

“Aww come on, say it back.” Jeno laughs, poking at your cheek. You huff dramatically.

“Fine. I-” You lean in for a kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. The last kiss is longer than the others, Jeno not letting you pull away. He’s smiling against your lips and it’s addictive, your face nearly split in half from how hard you’re smiling. You finally pull away and rest your forehead against his, trying to catch your breath.

“You know,” Jeno starts, taking both your hands in his, looking at you with a serious expression. “My heart may be soft, but my dick is still hard.”

He cackles when you make a disgusted noise and roll off to the side, an enraged “Lee Jeno!” leaving you. “You ruined the moment!” Jeno’s laughing too hard to respond and you glare at him for a second before softening your expression, pouting at him. “Now come here so I can suck your dick.”

A noise leaves him, the smile dropping off his face at your command. His eyes widen. “Really?” You nod. He’s never moved so fast in his life, scrambling over to your side.

You find that he wasn’t exaggerating about how hard his dick is when you slide his pants down just enough to pull his cock out, stroking him slowly. He hisses and his cock twitches in your hand, his head falling back against the cement.

“Eager?” You tease, moving to rest between his thighs. He watches you with bated breath, tongue coming out to wet his lips, but still having the piece of mind to raise his eyebrows at you.

“You have my dick in your hand and you’re asking if I’m eager?” The sentence starts out in disbelief, turning more choked as you part your lips to let your saliva drip out, slicking the slide of your palm. His hips shift and his eyelids flutter closed.

That won’t do. His entire body jolts when you give him a harsh squeeze, and he opens his eyes to find you pouting at him, mouth hovering above his cock. “I want you to watch me.”

Jeno swallows thickly and nods. “I’m watching.”

“Good.” You smile. Then you sink your mouth down on his cock, taking him in as deep as you can before you choke. Jeno’s chest rumbles with his moan and his hands come down to grip at your hair. His hips buck up and you let them, stroking your hands over his hips bones and up to his chest.

He pants harshly, soft moans leaving him as you suck his cock like you need it to live. And at this point, it’s fair to think that you do. But all you want is to make your baby feel good on his birthday, wanna give him the suck of his life because it’s what he deserves. Your throat will be screaming at you tomorrow but that’s the least of your concerns right now.

No, your main concern isn’t how wrecked you’ll feel tomorrow. It’s how good Jeno sounds as he moans your name like it’s his life line, it’s the pleasure that runs through your body when he tugs a little too hard at your hair. It’s the way his cock stretches your lips so wide that they burn, and the way your throat aches as you take him as deep as possible.

It’s the way you struggle for oxygen when you pull off, gasping for air against his thigh and letting your hand take over for your mouth, jerking him off quickly. Slick sounds fill the air and it has you squirming in need, wanting to take his cock into your pussy instead of back into your mouth. That’ll happen later, though, not now. Jeno’s always been one to come more than once, his sex drive running both of you into the ground.

For now, you’re content to press open-mouthed kisses up the side of his cock, dipping lower to mouth at his balls. He groans when you do, a choked sound that has you looking up at him on a combination of amusement and lust.

“Shit, you’re amazing.” Jeno pants out, sounding every bit as fucked out as he looks. He huffs a laugh. “Can’t believe I’m getting my dick sucked on the roof.”

You giggle too, because you’d known you were on the roof but you hadn’t put too much thought into how desperate it might feel, two civilized adults who were too horny to make it back to their apartment. “You love it though, don’t you?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” Jeno pants out, guiding your head back to his cock. You go easily, moaning at the weight him on your tongue. “Love everything involving you.”

His eyes roll to the back of his head when you give him one last harsh suck, pulling of to mouth at his abs. “Right answer.” You dig your thumb into the slit of his cock and blink up at him through your lashes. “Gonna come for me now?”

“Yes, shit, oh my God.” Jeno whines out, face scrunching up in pleasure as you double your effort to pleasure him. His fingers tighten in your hair, unoccupied hand moving up to tease at his nipples as he shakes apart under your touch. Your movements are quick, sloppy, and you pull out every trick that you know in an effort to get Jeno to come as soon as possible. There are tears running down your cheeks and spit dripping out of the corners of your mouth but you love it, love the wet noises that happen when you take him into the hilt, love the dizziness that fills your head as you choke on his cock. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna- gonna fucking come. Shit yes baby, oh-

Jeno keeps you in place as he fucks into your throat one last time, spilling into your open mouth. You take it all with a hum, swallowing with a dazed smile and taking care to make a big deal out of the way you lick your lips to clean them. He gives you a fucked out smile, stroking your cheeks and smoothing down your hair. You kiss him and he melts into it, hand grabbing at your ass to pull you against him for more.

A confused whine leaves him when you pull away, standing up before he can grab you. You giggle. “Come on, you’re not fucking me on the roof.”

He looks hurt. “I’m not?”

“Nope.” You turn to pack up the cake you’d brought up. “But if you help me carry everything back, I’ll let you fuck me against the window.”

Jeno honest to God whimpers and nearly trips trying to fold the blanket up.

#jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #lee jeno smut #dream smut #kpop smut #jeno scenarios #HAPPY JENO DAY #HAPPY BDAY TO THE BEST BOY EVER #I HOPE UR GETTING YOUR DICK SUCKED WHEREVER U ARE #lmao can you tell that im whipped

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myblueeyedbuggers · 4 years ago

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My Boys

Chapter 13

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 14

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader (Best Friend) Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2063

Warnings: Swearing, bit of violence if you looking very closely

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Ey up my Loves, so we’re back and kicking ass! Quite literally in this Chapter, I’ve been going back over my previous chapters and I’m considering rewriting them to fit my new style. Let me know what you all think, do you prefer them as they are or would you want them to match my new style ? Anyways without further ado here's chapter 13, enjoy everyone! <3

3rd person POV

Years have passed since that moment, time brought changes to the trio, what was once a childhood crush developed into a fierce love that neither of the pair wanted to acknowledge or admit in fear of loosing the other.

As you can imagine both Steve and Becca were ready to rip the heads off of their dumbass siblings.

6 years is a verrrry long time to put up with long looks of pining and repressed feelings, but unfortunately for the Brooklyn natives, y/n and bucky were about as stubborn as each other and refused to listen to the reasonable, sometimes frustrated, rants of their best friends. So much to the utter frustration of Steve and Becca, the two young lovebirds lived in a state of denial and attempted (the keyword being ATTEMPTED) to move on with their lives.

Naturally, someone as charming and handsome as James Barnes seemed to have a never-ending line of girls begging to be his, it had become a common occurrence for him to have a new girl on his arm each week, not that Steve or Y/n approved of his behaviour but hey Bucky can be a real big dumbass when he wants to be. Y/n did try to hide how much it bothered her, thankfully not only was Bucky a dumbass he was also completely unaware of her feelings and simply chalked it down to her being the unapproving sister, but to Steve it was a clear as day. He could see it in her face every time Bucky left to take the new girl dancing, or when she’d finish work early only to see Buck and his new girl on a romantic date in the Café opposite the dinner she worked at. The bright light behind her eyes always dimmed a little and she wouldn’t talk for hours, which for anyone that didn’t know her was enough to ring an ambulance and arrange a mental evaluation.

Now that’s not to say that Bucky was any better, the look of absolute utter rage that covered his face when another man called for Y/n was enough to make Steve and Becca completely loose it and simply laugh at his misery, neither of them felt bad because they’d been telling him for YEARS to man up and confess his feelings. Occasionally the pair did feel a slight twinge of guilt towards their brother, like the time the trio went to Y/n’s house to surprise her after work, only to see her kissing the cheek of a guy they’d never seen before, just like his other half Bucky did try to hide it, but the flash of pain that crossed his face was impossible to miss.

It’d gotten to the point where Steve wanted to lock em both in a closet til they finally admitted their feelings and put themselves out of their misery, though the fact that he had all the physical stats of a toothpick quickly nipped that idea in the bud.

Cut to today, for once it looked like it’d be a fairly normal day for everyone, boys were off doing god knows what, knowing those two it’d involve a punch up started by a small blonde idiot and finished by an even bigger idiot of a brunette. Though the same couldn’t be said about their girl, ever the more responsible one of them all Y/n had agreed to work overtime in the local dinner over on main street, meaning that she’d be the one closing the place down at 9pm.

Y/n didn’t even wanna think about what her two idiots would get up without proper adult supervision, though over the years she’d learned to expect that it would more than likely be something illegal.

Thankfully, it wasn’t something she had to worry about for the next couple of hours, though 9 times out of ten she’d be the one cleaning up the cuts and bruises only for them to come back the next day fresh wounds. As much as it did on occasion piss her off to no ends, Y/n wouldn’t want it any other way, they were and always will be her boys.

Y/N’s POV

Well, that was an absolute shit show of a day.

I mean you’d of thought that I was common knowledge not to put ya hands up a waitresses skirt, but nay some men didn’t seem to have got that memo, ever the public servant I made it my job to enlighten then with a hot cup of coffee to the crotch. How I’ve not received employee of the month is beyond me, what’s not to love ? I’m a fucking delight!

Thank god it’s home time, if I’da stayed in that place any longer something would of happened, knowing my crazy ass it’d of been something violent but in my defence….okay I don’t have a defence, but men can seriously suck ass when they wanna. All I wanna do is have a peaceful walk home, ignore the homeless guys that like to gawp at my ass and run a big old bubble bath whilst relaxing with a decent book.

Naturally, that didn’t happen.

Now, If ya spend as much time around a bunch of over aggressive monkeys that love jumping into fights as much as I do, you’ll probably get real good at recognising the sounds of a fight. And I’ve got a pretty good idea who the two dipshits are that started this pissing contest.

The sounds of shoes scuffling across the pavement were pretty much impossible to miss now, that along with the grunts and groans of a bunch of guys smacking the absolute shit outta each other tipped me off to what was happening around the corner. Everything in me screamed to carry on my merry way and let these morons sort out whatever beef they had in peace and believe me I was so close to ignoring it and walking past em, but it’s kinda hard to do that when ya hear ya best mate scream “come at me motherfuckers!”.

I couldn’t help the frustrated sigh that came outta my mouth but come on guys! This is the 5th one this week!

Very reluctantly I doubled back and went to help my idiotic boys out of whatever trouble they managed to get em selves into, and boy I’m glad that I did cause they were losing. Badly. It would seem that Steve’s request was met for them to “come at” him, cause one of em had him by the arms and was pummelling the life out of his small body, and Bucky wasn’t having any better luck either. Buck was in the same situation, but he had the pleasure of two guys restraining his arms whilst another two took turns in kicking him in the stomach, I mean I was already pissed off at what was happening to Steve but now, I’m beyond pissed and IF I’d of taken the time to calm down for a few seconds I’da thought of a better plan than this.

“Man…I really liked these shoes”.

In my defence, I didn’t mean to throw them as hard as I did, I was hoping to distract them for a couple of seconds so I could get the jump on the guy beating the crap outta Steve, instead I hit him square in the back his head and knocked him the fuck out. Any other time I’da been wetting myself laughing, but instead it seemed like time slowed down as the assholes holding Steve up froze and made eye contact with me, even the guys on Bucky stopped to see what had happened, all four of em had a look of complete and utter disbelief when they finally saw me. Not that I really cared, all I wanted was for em to get the fuck off of my boys.

Nobody seemed to wanna say anything for the next couple of seconds, the assholes beating up Bucky and Steve were still trying to wrap their heads around what just happened, and my idiots were looking back and forth between the guy on the floor and me, not even taking the time to try escape their holds. How the hell they manage to survive all these years without me is beyond my understanding.

“Sup my dudes, my names Y/n and I’ll be kicking ya ass today”.

I think it’s safe to say that I snapped everyone out of their shocked states, cause the guys holding both Steve and Bucky dropped their asses to the ground and instead focus on me, which is pretty fair considering I did just knock their mate out with a 2-inch healed shoe.

“Do ya know what we do to girls that don’t know their place round here? Cause ya about to find out girly” why is it always the ugliest motherfuckers that try to act tough, I mean look at this guy! he’s got more stains on his shirt than he does teeth, and about as much hair as a furless cat, I’ve been more intimidated by a group of 12-year-old girls in the dinner than I have him!...teenagers are fucking scary don’t judge me.

Right back to this absolute shitshow of a ‘fight’.

Mr ‘I’m only 30 years old and I already need dentures’ swung his arm out towards me in a pathetic attempt at a punch, which massively backfired on him cause I threw that dumbass over my shoulder and ‘accidently’ knocked his last 4 teeth out. That left me with the rest of the hounds, two of em were rushing at me the second I let go of their newly toothless friend, the one on my right missed me completely and fell over a fence, dumbass. The dude on my left though, well he didn’t miss I’ll put it that way, he fully rugby tackled me into the car behind me, knocking the wind outta me and leaving me dazed for a few seconds.

But just like the first guy, his ‘punches’ were about effective as a marshmallow. Pretty embarrassing for him really, I mean you hate to see it.

“Okay no, give me your hand I’m gonna teach you how to punch cause this is just embarrassing for you dude, first don’t put your thumb at the bottom cause ya gonna break it, second don’t just throw ya arm forward and hope it hurts, use your body weight cause ya got a lot of it and throw it into the punch.”

At that point I’d pushed him off me and the car, his form was absolutely terrible so I went ahead and corrected it for him, found out his name was Eric, which was pretty interesting, gave him a few practise shots and then let him hit me for real, and I must be a fucking amazing teacher cause that one hurt!

“Really Doll?”

Let me tell you, I’d never seen Bucky so unimpressed in my life, his face was completely deadpanned with only his eyebrows raised, Steve wasn’t too impressed either, his infamous mum glare was in full force as I sheepishly backed away from my new best friend.

“In my defence, you left me unsupervised, and Eric’s form was absolutely atrocious, wasn’t it Eric my lad ?”

“….She’s a pretty good teacher to be fair”.

“See? I’m a good teacher! Suck it Barnes!”

Bucky Knocked Eric the fuck out in response. I think you can all understand how heartbroken I was.

“What the hell Barnes?! If it weren’t for me you and Steve would be dead!” I’m pretty sure I looked as insane as I was acting, Steve was full on laughing his ass off behind Buck, I mean if I weren’t so annoyed by them both right now I’d be on the floor with him just dying of laughter. But nay, I had a bone to pick with the both of them, which I think they both realised considering they both went pale before turning around and bucking it to my house. What you need to remember is that these are fully gown men, running around a Brooklyn neighbourhood screaming bloody murder, with a much smaller y/h/c lass running right behind them brandishing a pair of heels, fully intending to murder them both.

How we’ve gone all these years without being arrested or locked in a mental asylum astounds me.

So hopefully you all enjoyed this, let me know what you all think, we’ve got about 2 more chapters left of my boys then we move onto Captain America the First Avenger!!

lots of love

Rose xx

#winter soldier x reader #winter soldier #captain america x reader #captain america #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #mcu #fanfic #reader #reader insert #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

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toukenramblings · 4 years ago

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NSFW Headcanons: Buzen Gou, Matsui Gou, Samidare Gou

A continuation of these headcanons I made, but nsfw, fufufufu (^ω~)

Warnings: NSFW, ALL OF DAT SHIT IS NSFW

Buzen Gou

Remember when i said that Buzen’s legs are nice? OH dude this man is BUILT. He has slightly above average build (not like Tonborkiri for example) but it’s obvious he has muscle on him. And he adores showing it off to you and you alone!!! Can and will take off his shirt in the middle of a run/walk with you just to make you flush and stare.

His legs are so fucking nice man, thick from running all of the time and muscly but not too much. But you know what you could do with those thicc thighs? Mark them up with hickies. Will show them off on his runs if it’s hot outside. Sure Buzen will flush for a moment before smiling, “Yeah, I think they’re nice.” He would say, proud of them.

He also has a nice ass, change my MIND. Gets super embarrassed if you slap his ass, or he is straddling your lap and you use his ass to pull his closer hehehehehe.

Buzen is kinda loud in bed, not UBER loud but enough to hear it within the confines of the room and have it bounce off of the walls. He does love it when you are loud though!

Oh dude Buzen is not above teasing in public, most often happening on your runs together. Will suddenly claim it’s hot and then take off his shirt with a wink, “Like what you see, love?” and sure he’ll put it back on in the citadel but he kNOWS. Also going back to his nice ass, can and will wear pants to show it off. He is confident about his form for sure.

He can’t handle it if you tease him back though, he tries, he swear he’s tougher than this. But the minute you try to tease him back, he has to retrain himself and remind himself he’s in public before trying to fuck you into some kinda surface.

Buzen by default is a switch who is comfortable with either role. Bottom? Top? As long as he and you are connected by this sexual intimacy, he is happy! His favorite places to kiss are your lips and your thighs though, marking yours up just like how you do his! A taste of your own medicine!!! Can and will be found between your legs all day if he must.

There are times when he chuckles or laughs during sex, going back to the ticklishness of him. He can’t help it! Sometimes it’s during a serious heated moment but sometimes he let out a small giggle, amazed at the fact you two are doing this – the more likely you two are to be found out that you two are doing the do, the more giggles will come.

BuBu’s sex drive is rather spontaneous and in a way, it’s obvious to tell whenever he wants to do the do. His eyes will wander over your form yes but it’s his touches that give him away. A sideways hug is found with his fingers ghosting over your form, kisses turn more passionate, and if he’s feeling bold enough he’ll press a kiss to the side of your neck in public.

Body worship is oh so prevalent here, even more so if you can worship the body that BuBu has. Run your tongue into the hip of his hips, kiss his scars, trace his veins, massage his muscles, oh man he’ll melt under your touch. Buzen is the same to you, equal body worship here!

Buzen’s weak points are his inner thighs, yes, but also the nip of his neck behind his ear. He loves it when you whisper naughty things into his ears and you may hear the slightest of growls back, “Do not test me love, I wonder how long you can handle it until we get back to our room, hm?”

Buzen adores it when he can hold your hips when you are riding him, the view is almost enough to make him cum.

He won’t lie that he hasn’t thought about shower sex, but will only try it with you if you want. Besides, he loves lil intimate showers with you, sexual or not!

Massages always turn out to be sexy fun times anyway, knowing him. One minute he’s rubbing your shoulders and the next they’re gliding down and WHOOPS THERE GOES THE CLOTHES.

Aftercare means there’s always a bottle of water present and clean up is mandatory. After that he becomes the big spoon of your dreams, murmuring praises into your ears and rocking you to sleep.

Matsui Gou

It takes a long time before Matsui is ready for sexual intimacy. He already has trouble within the confines of your relationship, thinking of whether or not he’s good enough for you. The first time you have sex together is slow and awkward and clumsy. Yes you two have talked about this many times but Matsui is a very slow and cautious person. His fingers against your skin are oh so gentle, kisses pressed up and down your form. No matter who is on top or who is on the bottom, Matsui wants to ensure that you are feeling good.

There are times when he will stop and question it, “Are you feeling good?” “Does this hurt? Please let me know.” And he shows nothing but concern for you! God forbid him from hurting you.

Matsui has a pretty low sex drive, feeling much more comfy with romantic intimacy than sexual intimacy more than anything. That isn’t to say he isn’t willing to have sex with you! He does, it just takes him a while to get enough confidence.

And then there’s the body worship. Oh Matsui will want nothing more than to show you how much he loves you. His hand will always be in yours, and if it isn’t damn right he’s going to search for it. Hand kisses are mandatory between you during sex, and maybe sucking each other’s fingers. Oh Matsui will almost die from a nosebleed.

·Matsui does frequent this one sex shop to find suitable lingerie for the two of you. Sometimes it may be matching or sometimes it’s a bit of a surprise. He tends to bring extra tissues with him though in case his nose begins to bleed. He prefers picking out things that have nice material that is comfortable, and suits your body/skin tone. If he does wear something scandalous under his clothing it’s something to compliment himself or you! Gods help him if he catches even a glimpse of something naughty under your clothing; he’s found dead on the floor.

When Matsui wants to be sexually intimate, he’ll come up to you with a shy smile and a flushed face, and tell you straight up that he wants to be intimate with you. Of course it’s in private when it tells it to you.

Matsui doesn’t mind marking you but always seems to treat you like glass. His kisses are gentle and will hesitant to do anything to make you bleed. Gods forbid that! If he worries about himself biting you, he will ask for you to lead and thus will practically gag himself. He adores it when you mark him though, and sure he may try to hide it under his clothing but everyone knows with his red face and how he’s constantly adjusting his clothing in a mirror.

Oh sweet Matsui has such a big ol praise kink. He is doing nothing but murmuring the sweetest of words against your skin. “You look so beautiful right now, I wish you could see the way I see you.” “It is alright, my love, I have you. Come here, let me touch you a little more, yes?” “P-Please…will you mark me more? Let the others know that I am yours?”

Ain’t nothing more sexy than consent as he asks for permission to remove items or touch certain parts of your body. If you do the same to him, he’ll be happy.

What gets him riled up the most is pulling him by his collar to kiss him, depending on who is sitting on who’s lap at the time. His hands on your hips, rubbing soothing circles into them.

Matsui is rarely ever rough. The only time he is rough is when your hips snap together during sex, his hands gripping your hips and careful to never break skin.

Despite how soft Matsui is, there are times that if you push his buttons enough, Matsui turns out to be rather intense. This normally involves casually showing off hints of lingerie under your clothing, have your hands glide over his body when no one is looking, whispering sweet nothings into his ears and sometimes full on trapping him against a surface, straddling his hips. A switch will almost be flipped within his mind and soon he flips you two over with a smirk dancing on his lips. “Are you sure you want to play this game with me?”

Matsui is a bottom leaning switch, but again it doesn’t matter much to him who is on top and who is on the bottom. He’s just happy being connected with you like this. That being said, don’t be surprised if he suddenly wants to switch things around outta nowhere. He is also rather quiet in bed.

Toys are a maybe? It’ll be further on down the line of your relationship.

After care consists of Matsui rubbing your sore body, with whispers of, “Are you alright? I didn’t harm you right?” “Did I hurt you? I apologize.” Half of it are apologies and other times it’s just him telling you how good you did, or if he did good. He just wants to be praised, okay????

Samidare Gou

Marking. Oh this man is very much into marking his territory. Of course he’ll be giving you hickies everywhere he can! No stopping him here! Why would he stop when he wants to show the world that you belong to him???? Can and will show off his own marks if he must. He will be proud of them after all!

Samidare is probably one of the more feral of his brothers, next to Murakumo. There will be growls and groans when he is having sex, loud and proud, and you have to keep him quiet, gags or mouth or fingers. Take your pick.

Samidare is a service top. He won’t mind who is what role and he’s pretty fluid and ready to adjust to whatever role you will assign to him, but Samidare on top is something else. His fingers will leave marks on your skin, and will not hesitate to make you scream his name.

It’s rather easy to see if Samidare is in the mood. He becomes more protective and possessive of you around the other TouDan, growling at anyone and hugging you from behind. His hands ghosting over your form, and his favorite neck and shoulder kisses linger for far more longer than they normally do. In fact, they might start trailing upward to your ear to whisper something into them, or downwards to make a map of stars upon the expanse of your back.

It’s not that Samidare has a high sex drive or anything, it ebbs and flows with the wind. There are times when he’s happy just to kiss you and then there are times when he wants to fuck you into the nearest surface and make you beg.

Speaking of begging, he is very much into that. Flip the roles, make him beg for your touch. It’s delicious I swear.

Oh Samidare lives for praise. Praising him makes his cock twitch in longing and him to lean into your touches, soft whimpers whenever you tell him how much of a good boy he is. Because he is in fact, a good boi.

Samidare has a pretty good nose, and knows your scent very well. So uh, don’t be surprised if he steals an article of clothing from you and you find him jerking it off to your scent.

Also loves it when he goes down on you and you pull on his hair. There is this guttural growl that leaves his throat and his eyes will glance upwards almost begging you to do it again.

Don’t tease Samidare in public unless you want to play with fire. How dare you press up against him like this, playing at his own game. Be careful dear, you might find yourself on top of your desk, clothes ripped to shreds and Samidare overstimulating you to no end.

Yes he’s also into overstim and orgasm denial, will abuse these as he sees fit.

Breeding kink? Maybe?

Oh dude this man has a bit of a thing for your hands. Pet him, force him to suck on your fingers and call him a good boy. He’ll love it.

Does he have a fave position? Doggy style? Maybe. MIssionary? Maybe. You riding on top of him? Y ES

Aftercare is nothing but cuddles, he wants to hold you close man. Sure you two will clean up but Samidare is ready to knock tf oUT.

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blossom-hwa · 4 years ago

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warnings: cursing

[ rain or shine ] “I didn’t know you were this much of a sap,” you yell, watching Jangjun prance around in the falling rain. “It’s not romantic, you’re just going to get sick.”

He beams at you, soaked to the bone, yet still looking like the sun personified. “It’s fun!” he says, running up to where you’re still hidden under the apartment awning. “Come on, dance with me.”

You poke his forehead. “Jangjun, I can’t afford to get sick tomorrow, not when I have a presentation to do where none of my groupmates did their part.”

“I’ll let you have the shower first,” he says earnestly. “Promise.”

“Then you’ll get sick.”

“I’m built different.” Jangjun flexes his arm. It somehow still looks impressive, even under his soaked shirt. “Come on, Y/N. Live a little. Just for a few minutes!”

You gaze into shining eyes that not even a rainstorm could dim, a smile beginning to form on your lips. “Fine.”

Jangjun beams, then takes your hand, wet fingers sliding between yours, and pulls you into the rain.

“Oh my God – it’s so cold!” you yell, half-laughing, half-shivering. “Jangjun – hey, get back here, don’t run away from me when you’re the one who brought me out in the first place –”

Rain soaks your body, your clothes, slides down your face in rivulets that mix with your tears of laughter as Jangjun spins you around under the downpour, feet splashing in puddles on the street. In the back of your mind, you know you’re going to have to wash all your clothes and shoes and that it’ll be a pain, but then Jangjun laughs again and your mind latches onto the sound, an unexpected warmth that feels like the sun even on such a cold, rainy day.

Jangjun is warm, still warm, always warm even when the surface of his skin is cold and wet with dripping rain. You love him for it, love the glow of his smile brings out your own, love his crinkling eyes when he starts shouting again, whirling you around in the splashing puddles. Vaguely, you register heads poking out of windows, searching for the source of noise, but you’re laughing too hard to care as you drag him, this time, into the middle of the empty street, spinning in a fleeting dance that only you two will ever know.

It ends in the middle of the street, arms wrapped around each other as you rest your head against Jangjun’s still-warm body. The laughter from before has died away but memories linger in the slow curve of your lips as you close your eyes, pressing a soft kiss to Jangjun’s neck. Even he doesn’t say anything, just lets out a small sigh as he settles more firmly into your hold, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“We should go inside,” you finally mumble, voice barely audible above the pouring rain. “It’s getting colder. We’ll both get sick.”

“Mm, I’m built different.” You can feel his smile spreading against your skin. “Just a little longer?”

“I have a presentation,” you remind him.

“Right. Ugh.” He blows a little raspberry into your shoulder, making you yelp.

“Hey!”

“All right, all right, don’t hit me!” Jangjun pulls away, eyes crinkled with laughter again. “Kiss me once before we go?”

Jangjun’s lips are cold, but the longer you stay pressed to them, the warmer they feel, the glow of his heart flooding his rain-soaked body and seeping into yours. You pull him closer, closer as the rain continues to pour, knowing that as long as Jangjun is near, you’ll never feel cold.

(“If you get sick tomorrow, I called it,” you say after Jangjun has gotten out of the shower.

“If you don’t get sick tomorrow, it’s because your loving boyfriend let you take the shower first,” he snips back, toweling his hair.

You turn around. “Oh my God – Jangjun, put on a shirt, you’re going to get sick I swear –”

“I’m just recreating what happened when we first met! You’re supposed to say you love my hot body now –”

“That hot body’s about to be cold if you don’t put on a fucking shirt!”

“Honestly, I thought you were going to say something like I’ll cut you open and let you bleed out until your body’s cold.”

“Do you want me to try it?”)

Reblog to hit Jangjun and then give him a kiss because he’s a shit

I’ll love you, darling >> rain or shine >> forever, and always

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bobathirstaccount · 4 years ago

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Hard to Find Someone Like You

Boba x fem!reader, slow burn to smut, some romance, fair amount of plot, Post-Mando 2 Boba

You are a merc serving under Fennec at Fett’s Palace. It’s business as usual until a certain helmet starts tilting in your direction...

Translations (Mando’a)

Linibar - need [for purposes of this story, “needy”]

Mesh’la - beautiful

Translations (Twi’lek)

Seela - dancer

TW: unprotected sex

— 1 chapter left —

***

CHAPTER EIGHT

A new batch of girls had come to the Palace to work. The third floor club was expanding. You decided to go check out the new section one night. You met Ayy there. She was now a house manger for the seelas. She took you to the best booth and snuggled into it with you. She gossiped about the new girls and how the expansion was going to you. You relaxed into the conversation and took in the new room.

A murmur ran through the club. You looked towards the entrance. Boba stood there, looking fierce in his armor. Ayy gasped and jumped up. Before anyone else could get the gumption to approach him, Ayy met him. She led him over to your table and he settled in next to you. You were now sandwiched between Boba and Ayy. You were happy.

 A group of dancers had formed on the nearest stage. They were dancing, but also exchanging glances between themselves while curiously peering at Boba. One of them broke off from the shy group and slunk towards your table sexily. You could not deny she was amazingly beautiful. She bowed in front of the table, then crawled around the booth to Boba. “Let me make you feel good, baby.”

She ran her hands over his cuirass. Ayy tensed. Boba sat unconcerned, effectively ignoring her for the time being. She was playing with a time bomb. She ran a finger down his visor, then leaned in and licked the side of his helmet. She moved closer still and boldly ground her ass against his groin. He didn’t move. “Baby, maybe sometime I can make you feel even better...” she continued to grind, turning to face him. At this Boba tilted his helmet in your direction, “At her pleasure only.” You dagger eyed the girl. Her lekku twitched nervously and she took off. Boba laughed. “Remember you can’t kill the dancers.”

“Thought never crossed my mind.”  ”If looks could kill, mesh’la. I might be dead too.”

You smiled nastily at him, and ran a hand over his crotch, “How much you like that anyway?” You raised your eyebrows.  ”Not at all, as you can tell,” he said laughingly.

You smiled at this, secretly pleased. Ayy cleared her throat. “Maybe I should get back to work.”

Boba turned his helmet towards her, “What about her, cyar’ika?” He lifted you onto his lap and wrapped his arms loosely around you. Ayy’s eyes grew wide, and she looked from him to you a couple times. You smiled, “He’s just joking. Get outta here before he really starts teasing you.” She took off hastily.

You turned to him. “She’s my best friend, don’t scare her like that.”

He shrugged, “I was only half kidding.”

You eyed him, “Cut it out.”

 He laughed, “You know you are the only one for me.” This admission made you blush, and you leaned forward to kiss... his helmet. He squeezed you. “I wish that was my lips.” You ground down into him, “Soon.” He moaned softly and you felt his erection against you. You smiled, satisfied and putting the dancer fully out of your mind. Boba ran a hand down your thigh, tickling you slightly. You laughed, twitching. He reversed the motion and ran his fingers up to the v of your legs. You mmmmd and licking your lips, spread your legs wider. You turned your upper body towards him, leaning the side of your face against his helmet. He played with you under the table. You sighed, fidgeting at his ministrations.

“Want to take this somewhere else?” His question startled you out of your lust-struck daze. “Mmm, yes,” you whispered. You slid off his lap and grabbed his hand. You led him out of the club, the crowd watching the two of you exit together.

You drug him down the corridors towards your suites. “What’s the rush?” He teasingly said. You felt your pussy throbbing. “I wanna fuck, that’s why,” you retorted, turning your head to look at him impatiently.

“We have all night,” he continued to resist you, walking at an ambling pace.

You tugged on his arm like a child having a tantrum. “Babe I swear... Come on.” He laughed softly, but remained unmoved. Your eyes darted around for something, anything.... they landed on a hallway that led to the old slaves’ quarters. No one lived there now. You redirected your course and pulled him into the hallway. You leaned your back against the wall and pulled him to yourself.

“Here?” He seemed surprised.

 “You’re being so difficult right now,” you huffed. He grabbed your neck, letting his thumb brush over your collar bone. He slowly drug his thumb up your throat to your lips. “Linibar, mesh’la,” he murmured.

You bit his thumb. He hmmmed at you. You started to pull your dress up your body. He took a step back to watch, moving his hand from your face to the wall next to your head. You pulled your dress up to your waist, exposing your pussy. You lifted one leg to wrap around his hip. He grunted and grabbed your other leg, pulling it around his other hip. You ground your bare pussy against his pants, enjoying the sensation of the rough fabric as well as the bulge of his cock. He groaned and interceded to undo his pants, pulling himself out. He drug himself through your wet folds, poking your entrance. You moaned loudly, squeezing your legs. He resisted you again, still teasing. You made a frustrated noise and grabbed his hips with your hands, pulling him to you. He circled around your entrance, making you quietly squeal. He pushed slightly into you and pulled out, circling again. Your arousal seeped out of your pussy. He coated the head of his cock with it, “Good girl.” You squirmed, pleased with the praise but increasingly needy for his cock.

“Baby please, fuck me,” you moaned breathlessly, feeling like you were about to explode with desire. He finally relented and dipped the head of his cock into you. You moaned and squeezed your legs again. He let you push him inside of you. “Oh, Maker, yes, baby,” you whispered, feeling him inside of you. He pulled out and pushed back in, slowly fucking you. You squirmed and wheedled.

“You want more, mesh’la?” You nodded your head, eyes hooded with desire. “Ask for it,” he stilled deep inside you. “Mmm baby, please baby I want you to fuck me hard against this wall,” you purred. He made a pleased noise and started to pump into you, making you yelp. You spread your legs and wrapped your arms around his neck, closing your eyes. He pounded into your pussy, stretching you deliciously. You felt your orgasm building, heat pooling in your pussy. “Baby let me cum on you, please,” you whimpered. He grunted and gripped your ass cheeks tightly, railing into you. “Cum for me, mesh’la,” he panted. You moaned and squirmed against him, your orgasm rolling through your pussy, making your limbs go limp and your heart race. You clamped down on his cock as he continued to fuck you. “I, ah —“ he tried to speak.  ”Cum in me baby, please cum in me while I’m cumming on you,” your pussy was still spasming around his cock. He moaned and leaned forward, his helmet smacking against the wall. He jerked up into you sharply several times, grunting obscenely. You moaned and started to cum again, little aftershocks. Finally he stilled in you, moaning into your ear from behind his helmet.

You loosely held yourself to him, exhausted and trembling slightly. He held you both up against the wall, panting. After a minute you dropped your feet shakily to the ground. He leaned back, adjusting himself. You smoothed your dress, your inhales heavy and sharp. “What was the rush?” He ask innocently. You playfully slapped his shoulder, smirking as you did, “When I say I want to fuck, I want to fuck.” He laughed raspily and scooped you up into his arms.

***

“Ayy, what does riduur mean?” You asked casually. It was one of her days off and she was helping you clean and organize your ship.

She shook her head, “Not sure. I think it means partner or something. Ask Numa, she knows more Mando’a than I do. Why, he call you that?”

You nodded. She considered, “Maybe it means romantic partner or something. Like, girlfriend?” You smiled at that. Maybe.

***

Weeks turned to months. Din and his Mandalorian loyalists had temporarily moved in until they could retake Mandalore. You had slowly gotten to know and trust Din. You could see why Boba had gone to help him. One day you found him on a walk. You sidled up to him. “Company okay?” He turned slightly to look at you, “Of course, Y/N. How are you?” You walked together in a comfortable silence after exchanging small pleasantries. You remembered the Mando’a word. “Din, can I ask you to translate something for me?”

“Sure.”

“Riduur.”

“What?” His stride hitched. You thought you had misremembered the pronunciation and squinted, trying to figure it out. He finally said, “It means... spouse. So, if it were said to you, wife.”

Your skin tingled. “Really?” You asked stupidly.

He tilted his visor at you, “It is my mother tongue.”

“Sorry. I mean...”

He waved his hand, “You don’t have to explain. I know you and Boba have a very... special relationship.”

You flushed and thought about Boba. You still stood at his left hand side while he was on the throne, but something had changed since the dog fight. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Others seemed to notice the change too. They increased their deference to you. Some didn’t dare to make eye contact with you. Ayy told you the dancers had learned some were afraid to accidentally touch you. Somehow the word was out: you were the Great Fett’s one and only partner.

“He.. we.. I love him,” you confessed, shocked at yourself.

Din paused in his walking and turned to fully face you. “Good. He deserves that.” Then he turned and you continued your walk.

“So, when will you try to retake Mandalore?”

He seemed surprised, “Soon. I’m surprised Boba didn’t mention it to you. I guess he doesn’t want you to worry.”

“Is he going with you?” There was a slight pause, “Yes.”

“Then so am I.”

“He’ll never allow it.”

“He doesn’t control me.”

“He’ll still never allow it. He’ll chain you to the wall here before he lets you come.”

You smirked at that. He was probably right.

“I deserve to come. I’ve proven myself,” you countered.

He shook his head, “I know him and I can tell how he feels about you. It’ll never happen.”

You sighed. You’d take this argument up with Boba. You didn’t need to convince Din. The two of you continued in silence.

***

You came out of your hiding place after Slave 1 had gone into jump space. Arguing with Boba had proven pointless, though it had led to some great sex. There was no way you were letting Boba go into battle without you. The thought was absurd.

Fennec saw you first. Her facial expression was one of respect mixed with horror. Din saw you second. He straightened and looked towards the cockpit. You nodded and walked towards it, towards what you knew was going to be a blow-out fight.

You entered the cockpit quietly, but you knew Boba sensed someone was there. “I’m... here.” There was no point in putting it off or trying to be clever. He put the ship in auto pilot and stood up, facing you. He wordlessly closed the gap between the two of you.

“You disobeyed me,” he said, voice low.

“Don’t talk like that. I’m your riduur, remember,” you countered, remembering your conversation with Din. He froze. “I guess you got that translated,” he said dryly.

You put your hands on his chest and stared up into his helmet. “Let me be your riduur. Let me stand beside you.” He was breathing hard. “You do. Just also slightly behind me... when it’s dangerous.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped your hands to your sides. “What happened the last time you got in a scrap?” Boba asked pointedly. You paused for a moment, remembering your painful recuperation in the Daesha.

“You will take one of our smaller ships and return with Fennec. You’ve also left my throne unmanned.” He said testily. You gulped guiltily. You had thought about that... momentarily.

“Just send Fennec.” Was all you said.

“Absolutely not.” He grabbed your wrists lightly, pulling you to him. You looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking. He dropped your wrists. They had extra weight on them - he had slipped binders on to you. You looked at him, stunned.

“Don’t look surprised. What else can I do?” You stomped your foot.

“Boba this is not fair —“

“You are not on the same level as Fennec, Din and I. The others I don’t care about. Just you.” He fixed your hair as you glared at him. Din entered the cockpit.

“What’s the new plan?”

“Fennec is returning to Tattooine with Y/N. To make sure she goes,” he added. Din shook his head, “Y/N is handy in a dog fight.”

You both could tell by Boba’s posture that Din was in trouble. He tried to back pedal, “Well I mean that was one time so I can’t possibly...“ He trailed off. Boba gripped the back of a seat sharply. The leather made squeaking noises as he continued to squeeze the life out of it with one powerful hand.

“So looks like them returning is the best plan,” Din finally said, looking from Boba’s hand to his helmet.

“Glad you agree but it really didn’t matter,” Boba grabbed you and slipped past Din. He presented you to Fennec in binders. “Take her and return to the Palace. Stay. There.” She looked from him to you. “Sure.”

***  ”Lover’s quarrel?” Fennec asked on the way back.

You sighed angrily, “I wanted to be there to fight with Boba. Instead he sends me away like a child.”

She looked at you, “You know you’re the only person he would argue with about such a thing.”

“Yes.”

“And he trusts you to sit on the throne in his stead.”

“Yes,” your annoyance grew, but you couldn’t ask her to stop talking.  ”Can’t you be happy with what he can give you? He is not perfect but he loves you fiercely.”

You swallowed hard, guilty.

“Why do you want to be there so badly? Pride?”

You considered. “Partially. But I also want to be there to have his back.”

She smiled. “That’s admirable and romantic, but Boba has plenty of back up.” She paused for a moment, “Which honestly he doesn’t need.”

You sighed. She was right. Were you being stupid? The two of you slipped into silence.

“So I’m just supposed to sit at home then?” You broke the silence.

“If by that you mean sit on his throne, then yeah, I guess.”

***

You and Fennec returned to the hanger without incident. She offered to take the throne room, so you wandered around the palace, thinking. You decided you had been a bit of a brat, and resolved to talk it over with Boba when he returned. You wandered outside. It was getting dark. You watched the suns set, waiting to hear from Boba and the others. The stars popped out of the night sky. Dusk was over. You stared up at the stars, wondering what was happening on Mandalore.

A droid appeared. “Madam, Ms. Shand summons you to the throne room urgently. “ You turned to it, “Why?” “She did not say, madam.” You thanked the droid and took off at a moderate speed. You arrived at the throne room to find Fennec pacing. “What’s wrong?” You had never seen her like this before. Worried.

“Oh Y/N, there you are. We got a communication from Din and some of the others. Boba and about half of Din’s loyalists have been captured.”

You stood there, unable to fully comprehend what you’d been told. Finally it sunk it. You turned to her, furious. “How did this happen?”

“He... sacrificed himself and Slave 1 to ensure Din’s escape. Din faces certain death right now on Mandalore; Boba is a political prisoner.”

“That makes me feel better.” You glared daggers at her, your fury still increasing. He had done this to himself? “I’m leaving now.”

“No; our instructions are —“

“Your instructions can be whatever you want. I’m tired of listening to people tell me to wait or stay. I’m going.” You turned on your heel, ignoring Fennec’s pleas.

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imaginesmai · 5 years ago

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Tom Holland - Our fairytale

Is this another disney-Tom fic? Yes it it. I’m masking my inactivity with another piece of fluff in Disney World. If you like this one, make sure to check Lost kid and True love kiss.

Plot: that story where two characters of a movie fall in love, or in this case two actors portraying those characters fall in love, even if they don’t belong to the same fairy tale

Tom is prince Eric and you’re Belle, and he’s just a jealous bean.

“Mommy, mommy! It’s prince Eric!”

A little red haired girl, that was probably wearing a wig not that well put, pulled her mother’s hand behind her and gripped harder the drawings’ book she has been carrying around all day. Her objective had been clear since she had woken up that morning; to meet all the characters that appeared in her drawings and make them sign the pictures. She had too a purple princess dress with small seashells and a small purse that was all decoration.

Tom kneeled down just as the girl reached him. Her eyes looked as if they could burst out of their pockets, jumping up and down in the spot of excitement. The mother, a middle age woman that looked done with the whole park, gave Tom a side glance to check he was no depredator and took her phone with her free hand.

“Hi!” she screeched, loud even above all the noise of the park that day. “I’m Marleen!”

“Oh, what a beautiful name!” Tom said in a high-pitched voice. “And what a beautiful girl!”

“Thanks” she giggled and twisted her body around the mother’s hand. “This is not my real hair, my mommy bought it for me”

“Well, it’s really pretty” Tom smiled warmly. “Are you enjoying your day in the park?”

The question led to a monologue from the little girl about all the characters she had met so far, and a thoughtful look through her drawings. Her smile was easily contagious, and Tom didn’t mind staying 20 long minutes under the sun, crutched in front of that cute girl. He commented every drawing and even made up some stories about the characters in them. The mother kept herself to the phone, not listening to the conversation, and Tom felt himself traveling to a different world.

Every time a kid asked for him, he left the rest of his life aside and became Eric, the prince of the little mermaid that had a charming smile and lived with Ariel in a big palace. Tom had been working as that character for almost five months, and he never got tired. There were too many good things that came with it; the smiles, the excitement and the fantasy he got to live meanwhile.

He was in the middle of a story about Ursula when Marleen seemed to see something behind him, and before he got time to turn around, she had already recovered and emitted another loud screech.

“Belle!!”

Tom was suddenly pushed aside when Marleen rushed past him and attached herself to another person’s legs. He didn’t have to look up to know it was you who had stolen the attention of the girl, but he wasn’t at all afraid. Once more, the mother looked poorly interested in the situation, and went back to her previous business after checked who was her daughter talking to.

Again, Marleen presented herself and explained who she was dressed as. You looked as interested as Tom in the story, though Tom ignored it in favour of staring at you. You were wearing a beautiful pale yellow dress that fell down your legs, barely touching the ground. There was a flashy necklace on your chest and a pearly ring on your finger. You weren’t the princess that used more make-up, yet Tom thought the soft red lipstick and the barely there Rimmel was perfect.

“Can you sign my drawing too?” Marleen asked, already opening her book. She shoved it in front of you and turned to look at Tom. “My friends are going to be so envious! I’m gonna tell them I met Belle and prince Eric!”

“If you are quick, you can meet Cinderella in the main square” you said as you scribbled on the page. “I heard she has brought some special friends with her”

“Mommy did you hear that?!?”

Tom barely noticed her arms circling around his legs before she took off running again, her mother screaming behind her. He chuckled as the pair disappeared in the sea of the people. It was only mid-day, and if they were thinking about staying until close-up time, he doubted the mother would be able to keep up.

A soft hand made its way to his, sneaking as if it was a secret. And in part, it was; because prince Eric was supposed to be with Ariel, and you had strict orders about sticking to the characters until the end of the day. You rubbed your face against his blue jacket, half wishing you would be alone at the moment.

Finally, Tom intertwined your hands together and gave yours a small squeeze. Your break was close, and if you were lucky you could still find some spot in the shadow to hide from the torturous sun.

“I was watching you way before she noticed me, you know” you mumbled, pressing yourself even closer to him. “You’re so good with them, and you look so cute”

“I’m not cute, I’m carrying a sword and I’m a prince” Tom chuckled, not moving from his spot. “You’re amazing, too. And beautiful – god, I swear they might want to remake the film and change the ending, because I can’t take my eyes off you with that dress”

“Aren’t you a gentleman, my prince. Do you say that to every princess here?”

“Only you. And Cinderella, of course”

You smacked his arm playfully, and in return, you were met with his lips on you. If someone saw you, you would probably have a lot of problems with your boss. He was very, very strict on the no-dating policy, or at least not kissing in the park.

Instead of pushed him away, you put your other hand across his chest and started playing with the black buttons of the vest he was wearing. Both of you were sweaty and spending time of your break, that was already short. Yet Tom didn’t push you away either, just angled his head so that the kiss wasn’t that awkward. He resisted the urge to stretch himself on the tip toes because you were taller than him, wearing just a small heel.

You pulled back when oxygen became short, and Tom just leaned again to peck your lips, swallowing your giggled.

“What’s got you so clingy?” you managed to say between quick kisses. “Someone’s gonna see us”

“And they won’t care, they’ve have seen us before” Tom pressed his lips against you once more.

“No, really” you pushed him a little bit. “Everything good?”

“Yeah, everything good. Just missed you, darling”

“Since this morning?” you raised an eyebrow when you got the idea why Tom was that clingy. “Or since you learned that I have a show today?”

Tom scoffed for an answer and you knew you were right. You both had talked about it – that you had to kiss other people for the job, and even act romantic about them. While in a normal day you didn’t have to do much with your partner, every week a Disney movie would get a show in the main castle of the park, and that week was Beauty and the Beast. Dancing, singing, wearing costumes – and following the original story, that said that Belle and Beast kissed at the end of the show.

He wasn’t really angry, he never was. And neither was you when he had to swoop Ariel off her feet and kiss her while fireworks ran behind them. But you had your days where it was hard, and Tom had a hard time saying he was jealous of a man who wore the Beast costume.

“You can always fight him with that sword of yours” you smiled at the blush on his cheeks. “But it might turn out bad, since it’s made of plastic”

“Shut up” Tom croaked out, confidence gone. “I have every right to be jealous, you’re kissing him almost every day! And – he get to slow dance with you, and kiss you, and –“

“And you’re the one who goes back home with me when the show is over” you interrupted him before he got carried away. “We can slow dance in the living room, and we kiss all the time even if we can get in trouble for it. You don’t have to be jealous”

Tom didn’t say anything else, just looked away. He knew you were right, that he didn’t have any right to be jealous and that he was pushing it by kissing you in the park. But at the same time, his brain was having a hard time walking past the need of hugging you close and flipping it off in the distance to the guy who played the Beast.

“If you want to, after the show we can go out for dinner. Tomorrow is our free day” you wrapped yourself around Tom, noses touching again.

“As long as I get to pick you up from the dressing room”

“As long as you don’t glare too much at Michael and don’t flip him off again” you half joked, thinking about how in your last show Tom had been giving your partner the puppy, angry eyes the whole time.

“Then we’re getting pizza and we’re watching a movie” Tom finished, kissing you once more, quick, time. “And I’m choosing everything”

“You’re lucky I love you”

If Marleen, the little girl that had been talking to Tom, saw Belle and prince Eric kissing and holding hands, she didn’t say anything. She just watched with an excited smile how them both leaned for a kiss once more, truly believing that she was a princess and would find his own prince.

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