#Like how he takes responsibility from his past but also decides to move on and reclaims his identity as something separate

[hhoneylemon]

“try to keep up!”

mark grayson x gn!reader

summary: reader helps mark train after he decides that he’s an unsatisfactory hero. you move from mentor to love interest pretty easy.

genre: fluff, wc: 3.8k+ A/N: reader is a superhero, they can fly and have telekinetic powers. this is the longest fic i’ve ever written

“you can fly faster than that.”

mark grunts as he lands in a grassy field of illinois. he rubs at the muscles of his thighs, glaring and grumbling at you.

“i can’t, actually. that was my top speed.”

you raise a brow, a small frown forming on your lips. you rub the bridge of your nose and let out a soft sigh.

“how are you gonna be a superhero when you peak at 75 miles per hour?”

mark’s cheeks flush red under his mask. he raises a hand and points at you, poking at your chest, an annoyed frown pulling at his lips.

“i’m trying.” he says, eyebrows furrowed. “it’s not easy going fast when i’ve only had my powers for a few months.”

you smirk at him, your own feet lifting on the ground. you tilt your head and beckon him to follow you. he hesitates for a moment before lifting off as well, following after you. the two of you graze through the clouds for a moment before you spin midair and turn your body to face him.

“try to keep up!”

you then dart off into the sky. you can almost imagine the face mark makes as he scrambles to keep up, eyes wide as his mouth forms that little pout of his. you almost sigh dreamily as you dip downwards, zooming towards the waters that surround chicago.

the two of you fly around for maybe half an hour. you watch the clouds shift overhead and the sun begin setting, smiling at the peacefulness of it all. you carefully land on the rooftop of a burger mart on the outskirts of the city, brushing a hand through your hair to fix it while waiting patiently for mark.

when he lands, you have to hold back a smile. the light being cast by the sunset illuminates him in all of the best way, catching on all the ridges and curves of his body and face. his hair is windswept and he has to spend a moment to catch his breath. he runs a hand through his hair and grins at you, looking similar to a puppy who’s been offered to play fetch.

“not holding back on me? i thought you were supposed to.”

you shrug in response, a grin hinting at your lips. your eyes flit between him and the sunset behind him, the light almost hurting your eyes.

“no, i’m supposed to be pushing you past your limits. in a good way. do you feel like i did that?”

as if sensing your discomfort just by the way you squint, mark moves until he’s blocking the sun for you. you smile in gratitude, and he’s quick to smile back.

“yeah. i think i hit 80.” his tone is teasing, the grin on his face knowing and sweet. as you begin to say something, you receive a phone call. a small huff, you apologize and check the caller id. you grin at mark and wave him off. “my mom. go home, mark. see you at school.”

mark’s lips purse for a moment. he’s almost childish in the way he wanted to spent more time with you. he wanted to spend more time goofing off with you, training and having friendly banter. he sighs anyways, nodding reluctantly.

“see you, then.”

his feet lift off the ground and he begins the journey home. it’ll only take a few minutes, but it’ll give him time to think. maybe he should drop a request for your next training session? he knows he needs to fly faster, but he’d like to continue training his actual fighting skills. he needs to be hit more, the fact made obvious by how often he’s beaten in a fight. he also needs help making smarter decisions. he’ll bring it up with you soon.

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maybe mark has mistaken you. while you train together the next week, he can feel himself growing frustrated. it’s just you dropping heavy objects from a high distance and then making him catch it before it hits the ground. this is just speed training; he needs more. more strength training, more endurance training.

he flies back up beside you after catching a dumpster, arms crossed over his chest. his expression is unamused. you laugh, hand finding his forearm.

“i’m sorry! i promise i’ll never use a dumpster again, it was probably disgusting.”

a smile hints at mark’s lips. he just sighs and shakes his head, rolling his eyes behind his goggles.

“well, yes. but i wanted to talk to you.” he drops his arms, instead clasping his hands in front of him. he looks polite. “i want to change some things with our training.”

you raise an eyebrow in response, watching as he bites the inside of his cheek and fidgets with his thumbs.

“well, it depends on what you’re asking me to change.”

mark nods his head, humming in agreement. he seems eager at the chance to have a say. it’s cute. you smile to yourself as you watch him try to think of how to word his request.

“well, i wanted to work on my ability to take hits. maybe you could throw stuff at me? stuff like trucks, other heavy things.”

you hum in amusement, though he has a point. just two months ago, he’d gotten beaten in a fight because the bad guy threw a car and caught mark off guard. the bad guy had gotten away, and mark came to your house and whined on your bed until you agreed to start helping him become a better hero.

and honestly, who were you to say no? spending some extra time with a friend is always fun. not to mention a friend who’s pretty cute. maybe you only said yes so that you’d get closer to him and and he’d magically fall for you and ask you out. it’s good to train anyways, since mark’s been rather vincible recently.

“we can try. c’mon.”

you drop, angling yourself to fly comfortably towards chicago. you almost laugh to yourself. you could hear his ‘hey!’ as you got the head start, easily beating him back to the city.

you land on the outskirts of the city, taking note of the cars on the street. it was unfair that you were using some random persons car, sure, but maybe cecil would be willing to pay for it if it means that his heroes are getting stronger and more capable of defending the world. 

your eyes lock on a minivan across the street as mark prepares to land. as you concentrate, it lifts off the ground and flies at mark. you can barely see his expression turn to shock as he’s taken down with it.

if you hadn’t known he was invulnerable, you’d have been worried. instead, you laugh and wait for him to get back up. he throws his hands above his head the moment he’s stood and balanced, walking towards you.

“what the heck! you couldn’t have waited ‘til i was ready?” he scoffs, stopping when he’s in front of you. you grin at him, inspecting him to make sure that you didn’t do too much damage. you think you see his body relax and his face soften, but you’re not sure. 

“the villains won’t wait until you’re ready. you should always be ready, anyways.”

mark sighs and rolls his eyes beneath his goggles, though he nods anyways.

“you’re right. just… geez.”

you laugh again, knocking his shoulder with your own as you walk around him. you crack your knuckles surveying the rest of the cars on the street before looking over your shoulder at him. he’s standing, watching you with a small smile on his face. you remember him making that exact expression at a kitten he saved from a tree once. you squint at him. what an odd comparison.

it doesn’t even take an hour before the cars on the street are wrecked and mark stands with a bloody nose and a grin wider than you’ve ever seen before. he practically floats over to you, grabbing your shoulders when he can tell you’re a little dizzy from using your powers for so long.

“look at this, dude! if we do this more often, we’re both training our powers. it’s beneficial to us both.”

you can’t seem to do anything but nod in response, pressing your fingers to your temples to try and soothe the dizziness. a soft groan escapes you. his giddy expression drops immediately, concern etching across his features. his grip on your shoulders tighten.

“i can fly you home, if you want. you look a little out of it.” he waves his hand in front of your face to back up his statement. you playfully roll your eyes, though you nod slowly anyways.

“sounds good.”

mark squats, placing an arm under your knees, the other hooking around your shoulders. once he has you securely in against him, he begins flying you home. he goes slowly, not wanting your head to pound with an intense migraine just because he decided to get you there a little faster.

you lean into him during the flight, his warm body a nice contrast to the cold breeze passing the two of you. you feel his hold on you tighten just a tad.

what you don’t see is the way his lips form a soft smile and the way his ears tinge red just at the prospect of holding you.

when arriving in your neighborhood, mark flies you up to the window of your room, holding you securely as you slide the glass open. he helps you in, hanging by the windowsill as you walk to your bed and flop face-down into the comfort of your mattress.

he smiles fondly at the sight, watching as you weakly roll over to face him moments later.

“hey. you’ll be okay if i leave?”

you almost roll your eyes at him, though his concern has butterflies taking a grand tour through your stomach.

“i’m a little woozy, i’m not bleeding out. i’ll be fine.”

mark’s expression turns into something between a pout and a smile. he then sighs, a little disappointed that he has to leave. he backs away for a moment, eyebrows furrowing.

“okay… call me if you need me. and don’t strain yourself more than you already have.”

you groan, standing from your bed and walking to the window. you lean down to its level and raise your eyebrows at mark, pursing your lips.

“‘kay, promise i will. now go home, pretty sure we have homework in chem.”

mark cringes at the reminder, a whispered curse escaping his lips and entering the breeze that ruffles his hair. he sheepishly smiles, offering a small wave.

“see you at school tomorrow, bye!”

he zooms off before you have a chance to reply. you huff, closing your window and locking it. you decide that he needs to take a chill pill as you head to the bathroom, ready to shower off the grime from the day. 

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“save me.”

you groan, grasping william’s arm. mark’s talking about the newest seance dog issue, excitedly pushing past a few kids so he could get to his locker. william smirks at you, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.

you know that william knows about your crush on mark. you weren’t sure how; maybe you rambled a little too much about him one day? maybe you looked at him all lovesick while he talked about something nerdy? you don’t know, but that’s not the important part. william kept giving mark these subtle pushes to ask you out. how did they go?

terribly, since mark hasn’t asked you out yet. there’s the terrifying possibility that you’re just a friend, just a mentor. you cringe at the thought.

of course that’s the moment mark finally pays attention to you and william; you, looking like you just heard a metal pipe hit the floor. william, judging him in several different ways.

“mark, remind me the last time you went on a date.”

in response, mark splutters and his eyebrows furrow. he glances at you and then back to his best friend.

“uncalled for, dude.”

william just snickers, turning his attention to you.

“i’ll see you guys. not after school, though, i’m going to a birthday party. have fun.”

he almost smirks at you as he walks off. you want to him him with a hammer.

mark turns to you and laughs, walking with you to chemistry. he starts some new rant about the seance dog issue, and you find yourself heavily judgmental.

sure, mark is a superhero who’s got a big heart and is pretty silly. he’s also a huge dork and almost cringy for a high schooler. a comic fan, specifically for a dog who talks to ghosts. do you really like this guy?

yes, you do, you decide as he gives you the seat closest to the window.

you zone out while the teacher talks, get your work done as fast as possible, and then sit and contemplate. once mark finishes his work, he looks up and grins at you.

“what do you have planned for tonight?”

you blink as you remember you have training with him. you bite your lip as you think.

“i’m not sure, didn’t think too much about it. we can fly around the country and i’ll make you guess which state we’re in.”

his face falls and you have to hold back a smile. a small shake of his head as he groans.

“noo, c’mon. i could try lifting a building.”

“you’re funny.”

he pouts at you before shaking his head again. he toys with his pencil for a moment.

“well, uh… maybe instead of training tonight, we can do something else.”

you raise an eyebrow, leaning slightly towards him. your eyes narrow.

“like what?”

mark’s expression grows nervous as he smiles at you, tapping the eraser of the pencil against his desk.

“like, we could go out. catch a movie, get dinner, go shopping somewhere, maybe we could just walk around or something, or—“

“sure.”

you grin as you watch his eyes light up and his posture straighten a tad. he nods, hands splaying on his desk.

“okay, great. what should we do?”

you almost roll your eyes. he was acting as though you were the coolest thing in the world.

“dinner is fine, mark. we could do one of the ‘fancier’ burger joints in town.”

he grins at your air quotations. it falls into something softer, more like a sheepish smile as he rubs the back of his neck.

“i’d like that.”

the bell rings. you stand, gathering your things. he walks with you out the front doors, stopping once the two of you get to the sidewalks that’ll lead you home.

“i’ll see you later tonight. gotta have suspense.”

you almost roll your eyes. you groan instead.

“god, you’re corny.”

he grins, eyes lighting up. it wasn’t a compliment. 

“of course. see you!”

he walks off. you know he’ll fly once he’s walked far enough. you run a hand down your face before walking the rest of the way home. you’d dress a little nicer later for sure, grab one of your fancier scents. you logically knew you couldn’t mess this up, he already knew you so well. you still worry. what if this is where he decides you aren’t worth his time? you climb up the front steps to your home, groaning and scurrying to your room. you need to plan this perfectly.

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whatever your plan was, it works.

the date goes well, yours and mark’s conversations never coming to an awkward pause or having to do the trick of pulling out your phone to find something to talk about.

maybe people think the two of you are crazy when you laugh together over the stupid joke he cracks, or when some story of yours makes him gasp and drop his fork, which clatters against his plate a little too loudly. you almost never want it to end.

after he pays—he said he could never let you, that he’s a gentleman and it would be terribly rude of him if he made you pay—the two of you exit, wandering through the streets of chicago. he even knows the sidewalk rule. he’d throw himself in front of a car for you anyways. good thing you practiced that, huh?

when the two of you round a street corner and begin walking through a more secluded street, mark glances at you with a curious smile.

“wanna go flying?”

you glance at him, raising a brow. he was serious, eyes twinkling under the light from the sunset. you consider for a moment before nodding.

“sure.”

you’d be lying if you said flying wasn’t one of your favorite activities. the wind rustling through your hair and stinging your eyes. the view of below—though sometimes it is scary. the feel of the clouds, the bliss of truly being alone up there. 

now, you don’t mind not being alone if it’s because you’re with mark. he flies off to your side, doing little loops with you and weaving himself through the few clouds that litter the sky. you begin a game of who can dive faster, who can land the cleanest after a dive, who can do the better loops.

you feel giddy. he looks giddy. when the both of you land, it’s outside of his house. you said that it was your turn to drop him off anyways, since it’s always the other way around. he turns and looks at you, his brown eyes warm and soothing. they’re like hershey’s kisses that were glued to his face.

you feel your cheeks heat up as he’s thanking you for tonight. the words fly in through one ear and out of the other. you nod anyways.

now would be a good time to kiss him, you realize. you think he notices how you’re looking at him, because his cheeks heat up as well. he pauses and you snap back to life.

you rush out a goodbye and lift off the ground, flying back home. embarrassing. looking at him like your favorite meal, that was way too fast, especially after a first date. you never want to show your face near him again.

you text the full details to william when you get home. well, minus the flying part. he makes fun of you for how it ended, though he gives good advice. tell mark you had a good night and apologize for being weird and freaking him out. easy.

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william’s advice worked. maybe a little too well.

you’ve finished your fourth date, weeks having gone by, mark’s hand clasped in yours. he’s complaining about an assignment he received in calculus when the both of you stop in your tracks, collective groans escaping you.

tether tyrant and magmaniac robbing a bank. you glance at mark. he glances at you. you both shake your heads, stripping from your civilian clothes and into your hero suits.

the two of you make quick work of jumping into a fight with them, mark throwing punches at magmaniac while you throw cars at tether tyrant with your powers. the only problem is that he can throw them back.

after several close calls of almost getting hit, you start getting a little frustrated. he’s just catching the cars and tossing them back at you. you decide against your better judgment and fly at him, tackling him to the ground.

you land a punch to his jaw before he’s grabbing your feet with his tethers and flinging you. you hit a solid wall. your breath is knocked out of you as the faint taste of copper floats through your mouth. you cough, slumping forward a bit. you forget you don’t have certain powers sometimes.

as tether tyrant throws another car, you stop it midair and let it fall to the ground. you grumble and float back up, trying to make a game plan. maybe you can—

mark moves faster than you can think. suddenly tether tyrant’s halfway across the street. you think you hear a crunch of a bone. mark’s quickly at your side, hands cupping your face.

“are you okay?”

his eyebrows are furrowed, entire face screaming with concern. you try not to grin.

“yeah, i’m fine.”

“you sure? i got a little scared when you hit the wall.”

“i’m sure.”

he relaxes a bit, though he still worries. without leaving room for argument, he scoops you into his arms and flies off. you sigh, leaning against him and almost smiling. it was cute how concerned he was over something so small.

you open your window as he holds you outside of your house, helping you climb in once it’s opened. he climbs in behind you, hands gently guiding you to your bed. he puts his hands on his hips once you’re sat.

“where does it hurt?”

you can’t hold back your laughter. his shoulders slightly fall and he frowns.

“i’m just trying to help.”

you rub at your eye, letting out a soft chuckle before looking up at him. his demeanor softens and he shifts between his feet. he needs a verdict.

“sorry. didn’t know my boyfriend was a doctor.”

mark pauses. he throws off his mask as quickly as he can, letting you see just how wide his eyes are. his hands shoot out and grab your shoulders.

“boyfriend?”

“well, we’ve been on multiple dates, we hang out all the time, we talk on the phone a lot. i think—“

he lets go of you and starts floating. he sighs dreamily and spins into an upside down position.

“gosh, i guess we are dating, huh?”

you roll your eyes and beckon him closer. he carefully flies towards you, still hanging upside down. his movements are wobbly. he physically stutters when your hands find his face and pull him into a kiss. his own hands find the sides of your head, angling you just so, letting him relax against your lips.

when you pull away, he plops himself right beside you. a sheepish grin spreads on his face, his knee knocking against yours.

“so. couples, like, kiss and make out and stuff, right?”

his expression is not slick. his grin turns from sheepish to sly, eyes sparkling mischievously. you roll your eyes before laughing, arms wrapping around his neck as you lean in.

“yeah, so?”

“so, i think we should try fitting in. totally.”

your breath fans across his face. he shudders and wraps his arms around your waist, twisting his body to get closer to you. your noses press together.

“sounds good to me.”

he leans in, lips pressing to yours. it’s delicate, like he’s not sure how to handle you yet. he begins leaning back onto the mattress, bringing you with him to half lean on top of him.

needless to say, mark goes home that night with kiss swollen lips and pupils shaped like hearts.

masterlist

[callsign-datura]

retired!simon who you get to know after his last deployment. he doesn't tell you about his past, he doesn't tell you about what his career was. all he tells you is that he's a troubled man. retired!simon who you fall in love with, despite his many struggles and closed-off behavior. retired!simon who skips the dating period. automatically claims you as his spouse once you both agree to be together. he's an older man-- in his words, "too old 'ta date". retired!simon who cooks, does laundry, keeps things straightened up on top of managing to remember every date that is important to you. birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, etc. retired!simon who never had his birthday celebrated as a child and doesn't let you celebrate it, but also never happened to tell you why. you just assumed birthdays weren't his thing. retired!simon who comes through the front door and calls out to you. "m'home, love,"

he pauses when he hears you giggling. you come down the hall with a cupcake and card in hand, and you immediately go to greet him. "welcome home, si," you say quietly, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "i know you don't like celebrating your birthday, buuut i just wanted you to feel special for once since you've been working so hard recently." your expression softens when his eyes twitch and he looks away. "i made cupcakes, and dinner's done..."

you trail off as he shrugs off his jacket with a pensive expression. "si? is something wrong?" you ask, reaching up to touch his shoulder. he grunts in response, but he's shaking. he's shaking because he forgot about his birthday, but now... now he remembers being scolded. he remembers having a beer bottle thrown at his head during a fight with his father, on his birthday. he remembers limping back to the safehouse, bleeding out, wondering if his birthday would also be his death day. he remembers tommy nearly overdosing on his birthday. he remembers everything.

he looks at you, his pupils dilated. your eyebrows quirk in worry, and you murmur his name as you reach for his face. he tenses once again but ultimately leans into your touch, his lips quivering and his hands shaking at his sides. retired!simon who decides it's time to tell you. sits down with you, and explains why he doesn't like birthdays. he tells you about his mother, his father and his brother. he's vague about it, but you listen nonetheless.

you listen so closely, and you even begin to cry. he's surprised that you feel so much empathy for him that you cry over his story-- and he's slightly moved by your compassion. he expects you to be angry that he never told you, but... "oh, simon," you whisper, your tone thick with emotion as you look up at him with tears in your eyes. "I'm sorry. i didn't know. that's awful..." and you embrace him so tightly his breath hitches. he leans into the embrace and tucks his face into your hair. "m'sorry, love. shoulda told you a long time ago."

you shake your head back and forth. "no, don't apologize. it's not your fault. i understand why you would feel as if you have to hide this from me," you begin. "but you can trust me. i'd never judge you. i love you and i want to help." again, he's moved by your compassion. he's silent for a moment before he utters, "okay." "take your time. you don't have to spill your heart out to me now. i want you to do it at your own pace..." his chest tightens. you're being so accepting, so understanding, and he doesn't understand why. he doesn't understand how, but he appreciates it. your warmth thaws his heart and his mind, once frozen by his trauma and his history. he wonders if you're really willing to stick around. he knows it's not easy to deal with him. he expects you to leave after he tells you everything, but you don't...

retired!simon who decides to celebrate his birthday with you from now on.

[sttoru]

‘toji doesn’t know how to properly give aftercare — nor did he care to do so before. but, meeting you changed his ways of thinking.’

☀︎｜toji fushiguro x female reader. suggestive; fluff, comfort, angst. established relationship. hint of an age gap between toji and reader. mention of virgin!reader. mention of toji’s previous / past wife. grumpy sad dilf toji who learns how to love again t_t. reader gets called ‘doll, little girl’. self indulgent? yessir.

toji grunts and his exhausted body collapses to the side, careful not to crush you underneath his burly figure. he drapes one arm over his eyes with the other resting near his side. his eyelids felt heavy — clearly needing some rest after hours of continuous bodily satisfaction.

he had gone a bit overboard this once. even toji himself was feeling the aftermath since his muscles were aching and his brain was telling him to go to sleep. the assassin was about to, however his ears picked up on a little muffled whimper sounding from beside him.

“mmph,” you sniff. your face was still buried in the pillow below you — your tears and drool staining the material. your limbs were trembling and you were completely and utterly spent. you couldn’t even turn around to lay on your back; it was all just too much.

toji watches you with an unchanging expression for a second. normally for him this would be the part where he’d get the money, dress himself back up and leave through the front door with a small ‘thanks for your time’ comment.

but, that was his past. that was after the death of his wife and before he had met you — that was a dark time where he sought money in any kind of way to ease the hidden guilt and pain in his body. he’d sleep with women for a pay check. and maybe also to simply forget about his miserable life.

toji thought that he wouldn’t ever love himself nor another person again after his life went downhill. though, that thought was proven wrong by you.

you were a girl whom he had met on numerous occasions by accident to the point you decided to exchange phone numbers. you had also eventually started to help toji with his son - megumi - during tough times.

a sweet young woman: that’s what you were and still are in his eyes. maybe you were the change toji needed. the miracle to heal from his past and get himself together.

“hey,” the dark-haired man speaks up in a gruff tone after taking in your weak state. he felt a faint twinge of guilt deep within him since he was the reason you ended up like that. perhaps he took it too far.

you looked up at toji through half-closed and watery eyes. all you could do was tiredly hum in response, “mhm?”

silence follows. it’s not really awkward, but there was a barely noticeable sense of insecurity radiating from the assassin. for the first time in a good while.

toji’s eyes dart around the room in hopes of finding or seeing something that would remind him of what to do in such a situation. aftercare; he knew how important that is after sex, but had forgotten how to properly execute it. he hadn’t done so in a good few years.

that could also be an excuse. maybe he was simply afraid to show any kind of affection to someone again. maybe.

despite all of it — despite all those complex thoughts and feelings — his body moved on its own command. toji shifted closer to your side, rough hand slowly reaching out to give you some head pats. that’s the best he could do for now.

“heh.” you chuckle, yet felt extremely happy that toji had shown any type of affection toward you in such a vulnerable moment. his fingers massaging your scalp gently, over and over, was enough of a sign for you. a sign that he cares.

you knew all about his hard life; past and present. you accepted toji for who he was and what he has done and does. one of the only people who’d stay by his side throughout it all.

“thanks, toji.” the words that left your lips made the older man silently nod. his touch grew a bit more confident after your positive reaction. his hand traveled down to the nape of your neck and over to your shoulder, turning you around so you could lay comfortably on your back.

toji couldn’t help but let his eyes wander across your gorgeous skin. even if it was sweaty and covered in other bodily fluids, it still was one of the most beautiful sights he had seen in his entire life.

“you okay?” he asks to which you give a weary nod. she’s far from okay judging by the looks of it, toji thought to himself.

he hesitantly leans his head down to plant a quick kiss on your shoulder. that did feel a bit awkward, though it turned loving the more you positively reinforced him with your verbal reactions.

toji sighs as he tries his best to keep you as comfortable as possible around him. his hands grab you by your sides and he hoists you up onto his lap, gently pushing your head against his chest; “c’mere my little girl.”

you happily accept the affection toji gives you. it wasn’t often that he’d do this after sex and you understand why. it takes a lot to heal from his previous wounds and you were there to support him throughout that journey. the fact that he was trying was enough.

“you’re nice ‘n warm,” you murmur, eyes droopy as you snuggle against toji’s bare chest. the older man chuckles at your comment and his big hands come to rest on your back to hold you in place — to give you a sense of security.

you didn’t have any regrets about tonight nor about any other night spent in bed with him. toji was the only man whom you were content with showing your body to. he’d never judge nor hurt you in any way, unlike the other more immature men in your indirect environment.

plus, you remember how unexpectedly gentle the big and scary looking man was with you during your first time a few days back. he was the perfect man for you in your eyes—in his own way.

“y’r real pretty. like a doll.”

the sudden compliment forces you awake. you blink thrice, trying to make sense of what you had heard. was it your imagination? no, it definitely sounded like toji. that deep and now almost groggy voice.

you lift your head up and lock eyes with the assassin. he was looking right back at you whilst the pad of his thumb delicately wipes some drool off your right cheek. you quietly stared at him for a good while which makes toji raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“pfft.” you let out a short laugh. you were both embarrassed and amused at the loving words that the older man had told you out of the blue. it made you feel tingly all over in a good way.

“what? did i say somethin’ weird?” toji questions as his hands slowly roam all over your body like they usually would, squeezing and rubbing longer in some spots, “i jus’ said what i observed.”

there was no hiding that lopsided grin on toji’s lips. the soft sound of your laughter was enough to make his entire body relax and give in to the warmth of the moment and the love that radiates between you two. you really were meant to be with him.

“no, no.” you shake your head after giggling. your lips find a spot on his chest to place a kiss upon in response, “it was cute.”

toji huffs at being called cute. no one had ever called him that. it didn’t really hurt his pride or ego — you could call him anything you wanted to and he wouldn’t mind. his rough hand does however give you a light smack on the ass after that.

“y’re lucky i love you, doll.” he grumbles and nuzzles his nose into your hair. the words left his lips before his brain had processed them. it was probably said subconsciously since toji doesn’t realise that he uttered the three words. the three words he usually hesitates on saying now flowing off the tongue so naturally.

you weren’t going to ruin the moment by teasing him about it. you were just happy that toji didn’t think twice before telling you that he loved you this time. it was a huge step forward in your relationship.

you simply giggle some more before placing a kiss on his lips that he instantly reciprocates.

“i love you too, toji.”

[imrafayels]

• 18 + caleb x you • you disrobe in front of caleb and your intent turns into a plot twist

Caleb swallows. Audibly.

He thinks he might actually be dreaming, because how can it be possible that you’re right there, undressing before him. He watches entranced as you pull your bathrobe down your shoulders, almost letting a whimper escape when the robe reveals skin past your bosom and down your midriff.

He desperately wants to touch you, but he’s frozen on the spot. The robe finally falls down to your feet, and you see how his entire face has become flushed red. His hands are clenched in a fist, sweat droplets running down his neck.

A hard bulge has formed under his pants.

It aches, and Caleb doesn’t know whether to reach down to relieve himself at the sight of you naked, or to go over and kiss you until you both run out of breath.

But before he can even decide, you walk over and take his hand. You gently place it on your breast, and guide his fingers to your cold-erect nipple. Then you close in to press your lower body against him, and grind to create friction for his cock.

Caleb moans, almost pained, and squeezes your tit in response to your movement. You take his other hand and place it on your ass, and, acknowledging this as a green light, Caleb begins to rub his hard-on in earnest against your front.

You feel yourself getting wet at the sounds escaping his lips— the moans, the desperate sighs, and the needy groans as he keeps grinding against you, and the hand that has already made itself acquainted with every sensitive part of your breast.

“Caleb, down here it’s warmer… and slippier..”

Caleb looks up at you, after having his eyes glued all this time to your tits, belly-button, and especially at the way his cock touches you right above where your pussy resides. His purple eyes are dazed in lust and wonder, heavy-lidded over the pleasure when they open wide at your words. He looks down again, at your exposed pelvis and, almost as if bewitched, he kneels down.

His fingers begin to spread your folds, lazily picking the wetness on their tips before guiding it to his tongue. You gasp, the sudden plot twist taking you by surprise. Caleb closes his eyes in delight, before reaching again to touch you— rubbing your pussy and leaning in to smell you on the skin right above your clit. You sob, nervous but also in anticipation.

“Pip-squeak… Can I eat you out? Please?” he asks, voice hoarse yet needy, almost like a whine.

You nod, stroking your hand over his hair-strands. Caleb sighs and sticks out his tongue to take a tentative lick at your swollen clit. His hand has already pulled his pants down, and has begun to fap his shaft in slow, yet deliberate motions. And then, he opens his mouth and takes your clit between his lips. He begins to suck, fast and with force, and you almost fall over. His free hand roams around your folds, smearing your wetness all over and making its way into your entrance. He twirls his finger around the hole, teasing and playful before inserting one digit inside. He begins to fuck your pussy gently, before pressing in another finger and increasing the speed.

You’re a mess of moans and cries as you feel doubly stimulated from inside and outside. His tongue laps at the sensitive nub of nerves, and his three fingers ram your weak spot.

All while his other hand keeps working up and down his cock, precum smearing the carpet underneath him. His groans send shivers up your spine, and you can practically feel the tremors all over your body. He keeps jerking off, squeezing the head of his dick before sliding down to his balls and then moving up again while applying pressure for better friction.

You both cum at the same time.

It takes both of you a few minutes to recover. Your upper body has fallen onto Caleb, as he still sits on his knees on the floor. You feel his lips kiss your stomach, and then the hollow of your chest before sucking on your nipple. You cry, holding his head closer and griping his hair in between your fingers.

Caleb sighs, kissing your tits all over. He slides his hands at your sides, caressing your ribs and hips.

“Please, let me fuck you,” he says, eyes pleading— almost in the brink of crying. “I might actually die if you say no.”

•••

To be continued?

[sunshineyuyu]

chained, part 2 (c. jh)

★ summary: after finally confessing to each other, you and jongho enjoy the morning in bed together, until you’re rudely interrupted by his roommate. ★ pairing: jongho x f!reader ★ genre: fluff, smut (mdni!), college ★ word count: 2k ★ tags/warnings: vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), piv sex (with a condom!), reader calls jongho sir, jongho calls reader babygirl/baby, slight dom/sub undertones?, roommate!san ★ notes: i originally had a small epilogue scene written and scrapped it, but since i got some amazing feedback for part 1, i decided to rework it into a this small part 2 as a thank you to everyone!! hope you enjoy :3 ★ masterlist | read on ao3 | part 1

the next morning when you wake up, you’re cuddled into jongho’s side, wearing his old high school football shirt, in his bed. you nose the underside of his jaw. he groans a little and pushes you away from him.

“hey!” you say, a little disoriented by how he shoves you aside like a blanket and not a body.

“my arm is asleep,” he moans in response, massaging his bicep with his other hand. his voice is gruff and low, dripping with sleep, and you feel your pulse drop lower at the velvety sound.

“are you calling me fat?” you say, rolling over to bracket his hips with your knees, your hands pressed into his chest. your hair falls over one shoulder like a curtain.

“nah,” jongho says, smirking a little as his hands fall lower to palm your ass. “but your ass is kinda thick, though.”

you wrinkle your nose. “you don’t talk like that.”

jongho laughs, a deep rumble that’s even sexier with his morning voice.

“so are we doing this?” he says, fondly.

“doing what?” you say, as if you aren’t subtly grinding against his crotch.

his right hand stays on your ass, nudging it slightly to keep going, while the other one slides up your front until he settles it against your jaw, his thumb rubbing at your cheek.

“this,” he murmurs, bucking up suddenly against you. you bounce and shriek, losing your balance and falling forward enough so that he can meet your lips with his. it’s close-mouthed, all lips, probably for the sake of your respective morning breaths, but it’s intimate and sends shivers down your spine.

“i like you,” he mumbles, kissing the corner of your mouth, and then your cheek, your jaw, your neck.

“i like you, too,” you breathe back.

“just making sure last night wasn’t a dream,” jongho says, mouthing at your pulse point.

“no, it wasn’t,” you assure him.

“let’s eat breakfast,” jongho says, pulling back and meeting your gaze with his soft one.

“i thought we were about to have sweet sweet morning sex,” you say, pouting.

he hums. “who says you aren’t breakfast?”

you gape at him, just as he grabs your hips harshly and flips you both over. you thump against the mattress while giggling.

“i like you a lot,” you laugh while he nuzzles your neck.

“good.”

that one syllable word that plagued you for the past week sounds so sweet now when it’s being whispered into your skin.

jongho pushes your shirt up above your chest so that your breasts are exposed. your nipples pebble easily under his hooded gaze, and you arch your back when he fits his mouth around one of them. they’re still tender from last night, and jongho seems to know this, because he’s gentle as he nips and laps at the bud before moving over to the other one.

by the time jongho pulls back, you’re nearly panting with arousal. he sits on his hind legs to admire his handiwork. he’d wrecked you so thoroughly last night that you hadn’t washed off your makeup before falling asleep, so you assume you’re a debauched mess. but the way jongho looks down at you so reverently makes you feel beautiful.

hoping to move things along, you start to take off your—his—shirt, but then jongho growls, “no, keep it on.”

“oh?” you say.

“i’ve seen you wear san’s shirts long enough,” he says. “you’re only allowed to wear mine, now.” he’s being possessive, and you like it, but you can also hear the slight pout in his voice.

“yes, sir,” you say, and you mean it in a joking way, but then you see something flash in jongho’s eyes.

you grin. “you like that? sir?”

“yeah,” he says quietly. “yeah, i like that a lot, baby.”

“yeah? then—would you please hurry up, sir?” this time, you practically purr the word to him, fluttering your eyelashes and trailing your fingers along his forearms.

“fuck,” he breathes. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

he does hurry up, pushing you up the bed while he moves down it. you’d forgone underwear while sleeping since they’d been ruined, and jongho groans when he’s face to face with your cunt.

“so fucking pretty,” he mutters, mostly to himself.

he starts slow, lapping gently at your clit which is still a little sensitive. by the time he properly fits his mouth over you and fucks his tongue into your cunt, you’re a whining, squirming mess. soon, he trades his tongue for two fingers, and he moves back to your clit. while he sucks on it, he finger fucks you, curling them just right to hit the spot that makes you keen.

“nng—! fuck, feels so good, jongho!” you moan.

he pulls back abruptly, and you whimper.

“jongho?” he questions, low and slightly menacing.

you gasp as you remember. “—sir!” you correct.

“mmm.” he smiles as he hums against your pussy. “good girl.”

“pl- please, sir!” you beg as he returns to his ministrations, but all slow like how he started. you moan in frustration because you know that he’s doing it on purpose to tease you. “please, i was so close!”

“i know, babygirl, i know,” jongho coos at you, still working his fingers leisurely in and out of you. his thumb grazes your clit just barely, but it’s enough to make you jolt and whine. “just a little longer—okay? then i’ll make you cum.”

but jongho can’t actually make good on the promise, because you’re unceremoniously interrupted by a knock on the door from san. the sound you make in surprise must be loud, because the knocks pause, and then you hear,

“jongho? was that you?”

you and jongho make eye contact at the same time, both silently panicking. 

“what do we say?” you hiss.

“i don’t know!” jongho returns, curling his fingers in you unintentionally, and you let out a squeak as he brushes against that spot again. jongho claps a hand over your mouth.

“oh! are you—?”

“one second!” jongho calls, finally extracting his fingers from inside you. you scramble under the covers, pulling jongho’s comforter up above your head despite how hot you feel from having an impending orgasm ripped away from you and from the embarrassment of your best friend discovering you in bed with his roommate.

jongho opens the door, and you hear him say: “hey.” you stifle a laugh at his poor attempt at a casual tone.

“morning,” san says, drawing out the o. “you don’t- you don’t usually keep them around for the morning.” he whispers this, but the room is so silent you can hear him.

“shut up,” jongho says, and you hear the door close. you peek up above the covers and see that jongho must’ve stepped outside to continue the conversation. against your better judgement, you push aside the sheets and squat down next to the door so that you can eavesdrop.

you hear dull thud like jongho might’ve punched san in the arm.

“ow,” san says. “am i wrong? you usually always shoo them out at night.”

“this isn’t- this isn’t like those times,” jongho says sheepishly.

“what does that mean?” san says. “is this- is this someone you’re serious about? who is it? don’t you- um- don’t you have a thing for y/n?”

“i- it—” jongho’s at a loss for words. “it is y/n,” jongho finally sighs.

“it’s—!” there’s a pregnant pause, and then you hear loud slaps as san claps jongho on the back. “you motherfucker,” san says, a little amused and a little exasperated. “so that’s why we couldn’t find either of you last night!”

“yeah,” jongho mutters.

“y/n? omygosh–y/n, come out!” san calls. after slipping into a random pair of jongho’s sweats, you oblige by springing out of his room with a grin.

“fucking finally,” san says, as you bound up to hug him.

“right?” you say, laughing.

“why are you two celebrating?” jongho grumbles, but when you turn to look at him, you can tell he’s fighting a smile.

san claps his hands together. “okay! well then, i’m gonna pop down and get us some bagels!” he pulls out his phone to check the time and hums. “i will be back in approximately 30 minutes! that should be enough time for you two to finish, right?” 

“jesus christ,” jongho moans, dragging a hand over his face.

“thanks, san!” you sing, grabbing jongho’s wrist and pulling him towards his bedroom.

“he’s gonna be a menace to us, isn’t he?” jongho asks, as you lay back on the bed and drag him down with you.

“to you, yeah!” you say cheerfully, wiggling out of the sweats. “now, i think i’m owed an orgasm, and we only have 30 minutes!”

“oh, don’t worry, baby,” jongho smiles, his qualms with san forgotten as you spread your legs for him. he crouches down to resume his position between your thighs, hands massaging the meat there and hot breath fanning across your cunt. “that’s plenty of time.”

after that, he makes you cum in record time (“we still have 25 minutes,” he says coyly, making a show of checking the little clock on his nightstand while grabbing a condom). then, he flips you over, presses gently between your shoulder blades so that you arch perfectly for him, and finally finally slips his cock into you.

it’s the perfect size for you—a nice stretch without being painful—and hits all the right spots inside. his thick thighs come in use for maintaining deep and consistent strokes that have you whining and fisting the sheets. you’re glad that san has fully vacated the apartment, because there is nothing quiet about how jongho is fucking you.

“god, you’re perfect,” he says, each syllable punctuated with a toe-curling thrust. 

all you can do is whimper in reply.

“yeah? feel good, babygirl?”

“yes!” you gasp.

he smirks. “yes, what?”

“yes, sir,” you moan.

“good girl.”

eventually, jongho pulls out to turn you onto your back. you’re all limp limbs at this point, deliriously on the brink of another orgasm and so malleable to his touch. he rests your calves against his perfect, broad shoulders and leans down to give you a kiss. his silver chain falls forward with him, and you giggle when it catches in between your lips.

“oh, shit, sorry,” he says, but you chase after the thing with your teeth.

his breath hitches when he sees you grin up at him, still biting onto the chain. “dreamt about this,” you hum.

“oh, yeah?”

and then he pushes back into you. the chain falls out of your mouth as you moan, but it dangles deliciously above you as he finally brings you both to orgasm.

“fuck,” he grunts as he spills into the condom.

“i can’t feel my legs,” you say, chest heaving and body positively buzzing. in the past twelve hours, every orgasm with jongho has been nothing short of phenomenal, and the sheer quantity of them is catching up to you. “i don’t think i can move.”

meanwhile jongho is already standing up and moving around the room to dispose of the condom and clean up. he laughs. “you’re gonna give me an ego.”

“you deserve it,” you say. “sir,” you tack on. 

“oh my god,” jongho says. “don’t act like you’re not into it, too!”

he descends on your sides, poking and prodding you until you both fall into breathless giggles. you love how easy it is with jongho. how you can move from intense sex to joking around to murmuring softly with each other.

it makes everything it took to get to this point feel worth it.

“we should go on a proper date, later,” jongho says, as he helps you into a new clean set of his clothes. 

“okay,” you agree. “where would we go?”

“mm, maybe sushi?” he suggests.

you hear the jangle of keys at the front door, signaling san’s return.

“i’m home!” he calls out, entirely too loud. “i have returned! with food!”

jongho rolls his eyes and you laugh, as the two of you join san in the kitchen for breakfast.

[heartsforjh]

Reactions To You Falling

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Includes: Sidney Crosby, Quinn Hughes, Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Cole Caufield, Kirby Dach, Juraj Slafkovsky, Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith, William Eklund, Matt Rempe, Dylan Strome, Ryan Leonard, Clayton Keller, Jake Oettinger, and Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen (it’s a LOT, i know 😭)

Sidney Crosby: The two of you would be walking downtown for date night when you get a sudden burst of energy and just have to run. You’ve got no destination but that’s no problem considering you end up flat on the concrete. Sid just sighs from behind you, watching as you sit yourself up. “Are you okay?” he’d ask. Once he’s sure you’re gonna be alright he’s going on and on about how he doesn’t know why you’d think that was a good idea, and how you need to be more careful as if it wasn’t just a regular, harmless fall. 

Quinn Hughes: You’re making a recipe that you discovered online, and when you turn from the island to the counter you lose your footing, falling straight to the ground. Quinn… who is sitting at the table on his laptop sees the entire thing, but when he also sees that you’re getting up he quickly focuses his attention back on the computer in front of him. Honestly, you tripping over nothing was embarrassing, but of course, he didn’t want you to feel that way. When you dust yourself off and see that he’s still minding his own business, you get right back to yours–glad nobody saw. Once your recipe is done, you excitedly bring it to him to try. He does his best to indirectly ask how you are after the fall, greeting you with a smile and a, “How you doing, baby?” 

Jack Hughes: You and Jack are about to be late to an event you have after his practice. Naturally, you guys decide to run out to the car. Jack is holding your hand in his–practically dragging you along. You take one wrong step and immediately go down, which he finds hilarious. He’s doubling down laughing at you as you just sit there blank faced, “Are you done, yet? Cause we really have to go, yaknow?” When he finally collects himself enough he makes his way over to you, trying to help you up. He’s still laughing at your expense–just being slightly more helpful in the process. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I actually am. I’m not trying to laugh, I swear.” He gets you back on your feet, presses a kiss to your cheek, and goes right back to trying to rush you out of the doors. 

Luke Hughes: Luke would be just like Quinn–except ten times more awkward. The two of you are probably walking through a big room, deep in conversation when your foot catches on something and you drop. You sit there for a second in silence before looking up at him. and he’s just straight staring into your soul. “Uh…  you good?” he’d ask, not exactly sure what the next move is. “Need help?” You just smile and shake your head, politely declining, “Nah, that’s okay,” is what you conjure up in response, not doing any better than him at helping the somehow mutually embarrassing situation. And though you initially declined, Luke still gives you a hand in getting back up, suddenly remembering how to be a gentleman. 

Cole Caufield: Cole does a much better job at achieving what Quinn and Luke were going for. When you fall whilst literally just walking outside with him, he does laugh at you. However, it’s because he’s constantly telling you to laugh at yourself and to not take anything too seriously. So after he’s helped you back up, you don’t really care that much and you’re able to move past it with his encouragement–just like that! 

Kirby Dach: You and Kirby are skating on an outdoor rink when you lose your balance and absolutely eat snow. “Babe… are you alright? That was nasty!” he says, stopping and helping you up with a chuckle. He’s very clearly trying to hold back from laughing even more as he helps you up, but he’s also wrapping you in a hug for comfort so it’s the thought that counts. “Let’s call it a day on the ice, yeah? We can go eat or something,” he says, guiding you in front of him to step off, trying his very best to hide his snickers as he replays the fall in his head. 

Juraj Slafkovsky: You and Slaf really quickly decide to run into the corner store for some snacks—planning on a movie date back at the apartment. While he’s searching around—picking out your favorites, you glance out the window and see that it’s started to pour. “Oh no… Juraj, look,” you tap him to get his attention. “Ooh. That’s not good,” he says, staring out at the rain, deep in thought. “We can just run!” Your shoulders slump when that’s the best solution he could come up with, but you know you couldn’t do much better. “I don’t think running will keep the rain from getting on us, honey.” He nods, kissing your cheek, and making his way towards the counter. “I know, but we will be out there for a shorter time.” Good enough. Once the snacks are paid for you go to the door and Juraj takes his jacket off, hovering it over your head. “Here, you can have this as an umbrella.” You frown. “What about you?” He smiles and shakes his head. “I’m okay. I like rain. So, we can just keep you dry!” His thoughtfulness absolutely warms your heart. If it weren’t for the task at hand, you’d be all over him. He counts down from three and the two of you take off. But of course, just your luck… when you step off of the curb, your foot slips and suddenly, you’re soaked. “Oh! Sweetheart, you okay?” he asks, frantically grabbing you to pick you up. He hugs your waist tight once you’re up. “I feel so bad. Are you feeling hurt?” his voice is full of sadness. “I’m okay, babe. Don’t worry. But, I guess you can have the jacket back. It’s not gonna do much for me anymore,” you reply, the both of you laughing it off before walking back to the car. 

Macklin Celebrini: Someway, somehow, you and Mack have ended up in your living room, his hands resting gently on your waist—your own around his neck. “You gotta really feel the music, babe,” he says with a nod. “Mack, its slow dancing. You don’t have to feel anything but like… romance,” you frown. “Okay… well, is this romantic?” he asks, going to spin you, but you’re unaware so you don’t lift your arm with his—getting hit in the face and falling onto your butt instead. Macklin’s whole face turns white and he’s instantly crouching down and grabbing you, trying to help. “I’m so sorry! That was an accident. Are you okay?” He feels extremely guilty, but when you just laugh it off he lets out a sigh of relief. “That was not romantic, no.” 

Will Smith: You and Will pull up to your apartment building and park. He goes around to your side of the car and opens the door for you. You shoot him a small smile, gathering your things and stepping out. Only, your foot never lands. Instead, it just swoops through the air causing you to fall straight to the ground with a loud splat. It’s probably the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done in your life, and when you look up to see Will just staring at you with his jaw dropped it does not help. The poor guy is dumbfounded, like he doesn’t know how to even begin comprehending what just happened. “Are you okay, sweet girl? You fell,” he finally manages to get out. “Yes, Will. I noticed,” you reply, looking back at him, completely unamused. He just stands there deep in thought for a good minute, sighs, then helps you back up. “That was crazy. Please don’t do that again.” 

William Eklund: You’re sat down looking at yourself in the phone camera, doing a get ready with me tik tok for funsies that you’ll likely never post. William is laying down on the bed, watching with the cutest little smile on his face. That same smile instantly drops when you do as well, accidentally slipping on something that was left out on the floor. “Ow!” you yelp when you scrape your knees on the carpet. “Oh no!” he exclaims, jumping up and coming to your aid. “You okay, love? You hurt?” You just shake your head and flash him a reassuring smile. “I’m okay! Just scared me a little is all.” He nods, letting you go back to doing your thing. 

Matt Rempe: You’re sitting on a stool at your kitchen island, fully zoned out while chilling with Matt. But, you’re quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you lean a little bit too far and topple over. All you hear is a gasp from Matt, before the loud thud. He rushes around the island, picking you right up. “Sweetheart, are you alright?! Oh my…gosh,” he asks, his face showing every ounce of worry that he’s feeling. “I’m okay. I hit my head. It kinda hurt,” you tell him. He can’t help but laugh, pulling you into a hug, cradling you close to him like a fragile doll. “Uhhh… yeah! I bet! I heard it!” 

Dylan Strome: You hear Dylan laughing as you play with your dogs. He’s recording as you run around, back, forth, up, and down the backyard. Unfortunately, he is silenced when your dog breaks your ankles, causing you to slip. You just let out a surprised shock and look up to see him making his way to where you’re lying. “You all good?” he asks, standing over you with his brows raised. You can only laugh at yourself at this point. “I don’t know about good, Dyl. But, I think I’ll survive.” He laughs and gives you a hand. “You think?!” 

Ryan Leonard: You and Ryan are giggling away as the two of you have pillows in hand, taking hits at each other. “Ry, that was weak!” you chirp him. “Okay then. Just wait,” he responds, drawing his pillow back and bam—you’re falling straight off the bed. “Oh! Babe, no!” he freaks out, peering over the edge to see you rubbing your head. He reaches down and strokes your cheek, feeling incredibly bad. “I’m so sorry, y/n. For real. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard! Are you alright?” The poor boy looks worried sick. “I’m  alright. No worries. I know it was accident,” you reassure, getting back up and onto the bed, smirking a little. “But… now it’s my turn to hit you!” 

Clayton Keller: You and Clay are at a team cookout. There’s children running around and people talking—everyone is just having a great time. You’re in the middle of telling Clayton a funny story when you feel a force push against you, knocking you right over.  You look up to see him with his hands on a kid, steadying the little guy so he doesn’t fall as well. “Ohhh! Hey, careful buddy! Gotta watch out for people, kay?” he tells the boy, gently. He then turns to you. “You good? Not hurt or anything?” You shake your head no as he pulls you back up using both of your hands, keeping one interlocked once he knows you’re okay. “Those kids are crazy, aren’t they?” He remarks while attentively rubbing your back, probably trying to draw attention from the actual fall itself so you don’t feel too awkward. 

Jake Oettinger: You and Jake are on an arcade date at Dave & Busters, and you’re absolutely sucking down the drinks as they’re your all-time favorite. After you and Jake have eaten you get up from the booth to go play the games, but instead… slip right out of it and onto your stomach. “Oh! Babe!” He wastes no time grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. “Are you okay, honey?! That was bad!” You laugh nervously, completely embarrassed. “Yeah, I-I’m just fine.” You don’t even want to look around to see if anybody saw. Why torture yourself like that? And of course, he catches on. “Babe, maybe let’s just… start with the games far away and work our way back, yeah?” he suggests, already ushering you away from the table. 

Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen: You and your boyfriend Upi are taking a walk through your local park. There’s all kinds of things happening. That’s his favorite part—how action packed it is. The two of you are busy people watching, a group of kids trying to get a ball out of a tree, more specifically. So, that means that neither of you see the stray dog getting closer and closer. It only hits you how close it is when… it really hits you. You’re falling back onto your bottom after the friendly guy jumps on you to say hi. “Uh oh! Um… hi puppy!” Ukko says as he leans down to help you back up. “Be gentle,” he instructs the dog as it wags its tail, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You okay, darling?” he asks you, sympathetically. You just nod your head and begin to pet the pup. “Don’t worry, I’m fine! What about the dog? Can we keep him?!”

Um… heyyy! It is painfully clear that I have not been the most post-y as of lately, and I’m seriously so sorry about that. Life has been crazy with all of my health stuff, plus my motivation and confidence is at an all time low right now. I’ve been trying my best to get it back and this all came to me in a dream (my friends). This is for funsies so pls don’t take too seriously. What better way to come back than with a little whimsy? Also, I know there’s like 80 ppl in this. If you feel robbed because you read for a certain player and it’s only a chunk of text, literally just send me a req of that player and I’ll write something for you, it’s not a big deal. Lastly, if you think the theme to this is atrocious… I will most likely be changing it at some point anyways so PLEASE just bare with me for now 😭 Hope y’all enjoyed!

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[ashwhowrites]

Hello hello my wonderful friend!

I’m not sure if you’ve done one of this trope before, you’ve written so many so it wouldn’t surprise me! But this may be a little different? I’d like to request sex pollen trope with Eddie and then some miscommunication and angst with a happy ending. ❤️❤️

I was thinking maybe they’re in the upside down and some weird plant/mist/etc down there does it? Or honestly it doesn’t have to be so literal. Whatever way to get the sex pollen effect you like best. But basically the whole older group is affected, whatever happens with the others is off-screen. Reader and Eddie have both been in love with each other forever but she doesn’t think Eddie likes her back and Eddie thinks she’s way beyond his league and wouldn’t ever want him. The sex pollen happens and then after when the group is embarrassed and getting ready to move past it a few comments are made by the others like “I’d never have done that in my right mind” or like joking comments about “let’s forget this ever happened”, “my eyes - I need bleach!” Basically trying to make light of it and move past it. And Eddie makes some kind of joking comment as well, sure that reader is mortified to have done that with her best friend. Reader is devastated because she hoped that it might have meant something and that he’d meant what he’d said to her during as much as she had meant what she said to him. She distances herself from Eddie which upsets him but he understands (thinks it’s because of the pollen stuff, not his comment). He’s talking to Steve about it one day, unsure what to do to fix it and Steve is confused. Apparently the others (minus Jonathon and Nancy or whoever you prefer to ship as an established couple) all just touched themselves with the exception of the established couple. The pollen didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, it just made you crazy horny and more uninhibited. It also didn’t make anyone else say things, or compel them to say things. They were in control completely. Cue realization. Eddie goes to reader, confronts her (“did you mean what you said?”), she’s like please don’t do this, you said yourself *insert joking comment*. He reveals what he learned from Steve. Reader is embarrassed and blushing but realizes Eddie said some things during too. Actual confessions happen, happy ending, tears and kisses.

I feel like I did an awful job of explaining but don’t feel like you have to stick exactly to that mess above. I just wasn’t sure how else to describe the idea I’m going for? I’m just wanting the Ash spin on sex pollen trope that has your signature delicious miscommunication angst and then happy ending. Full creative control is yours obviously and I’ll be happy with it because you wrote it and you’re my fave 🥰

My first take on sex pollen trope so 🤞🏻 I hope I do it justice. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting ❤️

Mysterious plant

⚠️smut

It was summer break, Y/N, Robin and Eddie just graduated, Nancy and Steve needed a break from the work life, so they all decided to take a camping trip. They packed all their stuff into Eddie's van and hit the road before sundown.

The trip was everything they needed. Time in the sun, time away from responsibilities, and a whole lot of drugs and alcohol. They only spent a few nights there, before they headed back. None knowing they were bringing something back with them.

"Yo, is this poisonous?" Eddie asked as he reached forward to touch a strange looking plant.

"Don't touch it!" Y/N warned him, slapping his hand away. She looked down at the plant, truly having no idea what it was.

"Nothing I've seen before. But we are in the woods so we probably shouldn't touch it," Nancy said as she looked down at it.

They all surrounded it as they looked at it. A gust of wind came and ripped the roots right out of the ground. The dirt flew up and made them cough as it filled their nose.

"Welp, at least it's dead now," Robin said as she coughed. The strange plant caused them to cough for a good few minutes as they packed everything up.

As Eddie drove them back, he felt a little funky. His body was getting really warm and he could feel himself sweating.

"Is anyone else hot?" Y/N asked from the passenger seat. She cranked up the AC.

"Yes," Steve groaned as he uncomfortably shifted in his spot in the back. Nancy and Robin groaned in agreement.

Eddie couldn't help but speed as the air continued to get thick and hot.

~

"Finally!" Eddie groaned as he walked into his trailer. He quickly tore off his shirt, throwing it in the bathroom as he walked to his room.

Y/N ran a towel under the sink, putting it on her forehead as she tried to soak in the cold water. She closed her eyes as she took deep breaths. She heard Eddie walking around and the sound of him running the sink. She kept her eyes shut as she focused on not getting sick from how overheated she was.

Eddie splashed the water on his face, letting the droplets run down his naked chest. His mind was blank as all he could feel was how hot he felt.

He turned off the sink, quickly tying his hair up. "You want to change? I've got some boxers you can throw on," he asked. For the first time since leaving, he looked at her.

And this different feeling ran through his body. A shiver up his spine. He always had the hots for her, it was obvious she was attractive. But he'd never make a move on his best friend. Not after all the years they spent together and the friendship they created. He knew he had feelings for her, but his body was practically aching as he looked at her.

She opened her eyes to answer him, words stuck in her throat as he stood in just boxers. She gulped as her body seemed to have a mind of its own. She felt her face burn as she shifted, feeling a pool of wetness between her thighs. She knew for a fact it wasn't because of the heat.

She had a thing for Eddie for years. Started as a little schoolgirl crush and developed into something much more when they both went through puberty. He grew into his body and she's been dealing with falling in love with her best friend for a while now.

Eddie was nowhere near the type to be in a relationship. So, she figured not to bother wishing on a star he'd feel the same. She was always so good at keeping her composure, which is why she was shocked that she couldn't form words as he stared at her.

He must have felt something too. Because the longer they stared at each other, the longer their bodies craved each other.

"Uh, sure," she finally got out. She pushed herself away from the counter and walked to his room.

Eddie didn't feel in control of his own body as he followed her. He was a nice guy, he knew to give her privacy. But it was like he had no choice, in a trance as he walked in. She could feel his eyes on her, and she loved it. Normally, she would push him out but something in her wanted him to watch her.

She turned as her body smacked into his. She gasped as she could easily feel his hard cock against her. She looked into his eyes as she stripped off her shirt. She held her breath when his hands wrapped around her, palms against her back as he slid up and unhooked her bra.

She didn't feel nervous or self-conscious as the material fell to the floor. His hands skimmed to her hips, holding her softly. All his mind was focused on was the burning heat in his stomach and the throbbing of his cock. He wasn't worried about it being his best friend, he wasn't taking the time to be in awe of her naked chest in front of him, he needed to fuck her.

The only thing both of them could think about.

He was fast as he smashed his lips on hers. The simple kiss brought moans out of them as they gripped each other. The kiss was messy and desperate, trying to relieve the sexual tension they felt. But it only edged them on. Their tongues danced with each other as he pushed her down on his bed, keeping his mouth on hers.

She rubbed her thighs together, the amount of wetness she felt was indescribable. She had never been this wet before. She could physically feel her cunt throbbing and her clit ache to be touched.

When he pulled away, a line of spit connected them from his lips to hers. His eyes bored into hers and it was as they were communicating without words.

In quick movements, they stripped each other. Their hands were fast and uncoordinated as they tried to feel every inch of each other.

Her hands burned as they ran up his chest and then down his back. The feeling of his skin drove her insane and she wanted to feel more and more. He shivered as she touched him, his hands moving to her chest.

His cock twitched as he massaged her breasts, fingers rolling her nipples as precum leaked out of him. She thought having his touch would settle the fire in her stomach but it only fueled it more. They both understood there was no reason for foreplay, too impatient as their bodies ached.

Eddie could barely think straight as he shoved himself into her. Loudly moaning in bliss he felt her wrap around him. She whined as she felt him fill her up, wasting no time as she moved her hips.

He pressed his lips against hers as he began to thrust into her. He felt insane as he fucked her as fast and hard as possible. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as he hit every spot inside of her. Their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other.

He pulled away as he panted into her face. Both had no control as their moans filled up the room. He could feel his toes curling from the way his balls slammed against her. It was something he wanted for so long and it was way better than he imagined.

"More, please. I need more," she whined as she clawed at his back. His body felt perfect against her. She was addicted to every part of him. The smell of sex and sweat made her arch.

She shivered as he laughed. A dark mocking laugh.

"Yeah? Fucking beg for it, slut,"

She figured she'd gasp at his words but all that came out was a loud moan. She should have known he was dominant and rough.

"Fuck. Please! You feel so good. I just need more. I'll take anything just fuck, please, something," she begged.

Eddie kept his focus on fucking her as he reached for his nightstand. He yanked it open, mindlessly searching. Y/N felt her cunt pulse with excitement as he pulled out a small vibrator. She wasn't surprised Eddie would have sex toys hiding somewhere. She tried to make a mental note to look back at the nightstand in the future.

She jolted as he pressed it against her clit, the vibrations adding more pleasure.

"Moan for me, beautiful. I've dreamed of hearing you moan my name," he whispered as he flicked the vibrator on a higher level.

She gasped as her bundles of nerves reacted to the new vibration. She also loved knowing he thought about this before.

"Eddieeeeeee," she moaned as she clawed at his back. Her back arched as she felt herself cumming. She's positive this was a record speed for how quickly she needed to cum. "I need to cum, Eddie."

"Good girl, cum for me, baby. Let me fuck you through it," he encouraged as he allowed himself to get close. "Can I please fill you up?" He begged.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she continued to cum. Her ears loved the sound of his choked begs.

"Yes,"

The second she said it, his stomach snapped. He tossed the vibrator to the side as he used his fingers. She squirmed as her clit burned. Moaning as he continued to fuck her.

"Oh my God, FUCK," she screamed as her cunt grew sensitive. Every thrust and circle pained her as another orgasm started building.

He dropped to his elbows as he gave his final thrusts, hot spurts of cum painting her insides. Both moaning at the feeling.

She figured the heat and burn would disappear, but nothing changed. Her cunt was soaked and now pulsing for more. Eddie noticed it within himself too, his cock already hardening inside of her.

He looked up at her, a sexy smirk as he slowly began to slide himself in and out of her. He watched her face to see how well she'd take him again. And he didn't see a slight bit of discomfort. She moaned, moving her hands down to his chest as she softly clawed.

"I'm not ready to be done with you, can you handle more?" He asked, halting his movements in case she wanted to be done.

"Yes, but I want to ride you," she admitted as she placed her palms against his chest and pushed. He slowly slid out of her.

A huge smile crossed his face as he dropped on his back, wrapping a hand around his cock. He slowly jerked himself as he looked at her. "You're breathtaking."

She blushed as she moved on top of him. She placed her hands on his hairy thighs and sank down on him.

"You'd kill me if you knew how many times I've thought of you in this position," he moaned as she began to bounce on him. He gripped her hips and helped her move her hips.

"I probably should but this feels too good to care," she moaned. Her body was feeling things she had never known before. She couldn't get enough of how amazing he felt inside of her.

He laughed, sitting up as he wrapped his arms around her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she used the new balance to bounce faster. He sucked on her neck, loving the taste of her sweat. She yanked out his hair, letting his curls fall on his shoulders.

"Why did we never think to do this before?" She asked as she shivered in pleasure. They could've been doing this for years at this point, instead of robbing themselves of how amazing their bodies worked together.

He released her neck as he pulled back to look at her. He was sure it was an in-the-moment comment, but he thought the same thing for months. "Didn't think you'd ever see me that kind of way."

Her hips slowed at the honesty in his voice. Her heart melted for him. She rolled her hips forward as she brought her arms around his neck. The closeness made the moment more passionate as she looked into his eyes. "I see you in the best kind of way."

He smashed his lips on hers, thrusting his hips up to fuck her as she moaned into the kiss

It didn't matter how much they touched each other. Or how deep he was in her. The burning desire for each other wasn't lessening. It was making them want it more and for it to never end.

She rocked her hips against him, feeling a familiar burn in her stomach. Eddie felt every strand of his hair soaked in sweat, sticking to his face.

"Fuck you're so beautiful, so wet, so perfect around me," he praised, biting his lip as he fucked up in her as hard as he could. "I could fuck you for the rest of my life."

Her heart pounded at his words. Breath hitching as she bounced on him. "Yeah? You promise?"

"Is that what you want? To be wrapped around my cock forever?" He whispered as her breath fanned his face. Her body reacted to him by squeezing around him. "Fuck do that again."

She repeated the action, loving how he let out a long moan. "Tell me you want it too," she whispered, her lips inches above his.

"I want you for the rest of my life," he admitted. He shocked himself by saying it but he meant it. "I think I'm in love with you."

She froze on top of him, blinking a thousand times. Did he just admit he was in love with her?

"No, I know I'm in love with you," he corrected. His hands ran up her back, holding the back of her head as he brought her lips against his.

She kissed him back. She moaned into his mouth as his left hand moved down to her clit. She pulled away, smiling in pleasure and bliss.

"I love you too," she confessed. Her forehead was against his as she felt her orgasm building. She rocked her hips against him, soaking in the feeling of his fingers on her clit. "Make me cum."

"My pleasure," he smirked, cockily circling her clit as she began to fall apart.

She felt her stomach burn with the familiar feeling, she leaned down and sank her teeth into his shoulder as she came again. Eddie growled out at the feeling, loving the harsh sting as she broke his skin.

~~~

Eddie woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. He rubbed his eyes as he looked around. His room was a mess, everything scattered everywhere, shit was falling off his walls, and his desk was no longer together properly.

The ringing continued, and Eddie felt a body next to him move. A reminder of who helped him create the mess. He gulped as he looked over at her. She was still asleep, on her stomach as she faced the other direction. He slowly got up, hissing as he stood up straight. A burning sensation ran all over his back, he wrapped his sheet around him and he practically limped as he walked to get the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Eddie. I talked to Robin and Nancy, and we all think something was up with that plant. We are going to meet up to talk about it, can we meet at your place? Call Y/N too," Steve said. Eddie agreed to meet them and hung up.

He walked towards his room, Y/N awake as she held a blanket around her body as she looked for her clothes.

"Morning, um, Steve wants us to meet here to talk about something," back to his shy self, Eddie turned around to give her privacy.

"Okay, yeah. Just gonna go get ready!" She squealed as she gathered her clothes and ran towards the bathroom. Once the door slammed, Eddie changed into new clothes. His body was sore which made everything harder, he was curious if her body was in any pain.

He held his shirt in his hand, waiting for her to exit the bathroom.

"Oh! You um, still are...not dressed," she said as she awkwardly tried not to look at his naked heavily marked chest. She felt her face burn as she saw all the hickies and scratch marks.

"Yeah, I kinda need help with my back. Could you put this on me?" He stood up and handed her the small tube of ointment. She gasped as he turned, his back far worse than his chest.

"Oh fuck, is it bad?" He asked upon hearing her gasp. She was embarrassed for what she left behind, but also enjoyed having her mark all over him.

"Just a lot of them. This might sting," she warned as she began to rub the ointment along his skin.

Just like that, the same fire burned in his stomach as she touched him. But this time, his brain was awake and active. Making him think logically that whatever happened yesterday only happened because of that damn plant.

He couldn't get excited by the feeling of her hands rubbing his back. Or how her breath hit his skin and made his spine straighten.

After she finished, he turned around. As they stared at each other, the air got thicker. She blew out a nervous breath.

"Can we talk quickly? I want to talk about some things we said last night." She asked

"Maybe after?" Eddie asked, feeling like he needed to throw up. He was nervous about what she wanted to say and he wanted time to deal with it.

"Um, yeah," she nodded. Her stomach turned with anxiety. She didn't want to wait. She wanted to clear the air about what happened and she needed to know how he felt about it. She turned around and walked out to his living room, needing to be out of his room and the aftermath of themselves.

Eddie took a few deep breaths and walked out. He walked to his front door and left it unlocked. He wanted to sit next to her but he felt terrified. So, he sat on the opposite side. Y/N felt the blow to her chest but tried not to show it. They never sat this far apart. The air was awkward as they sat in silence.

A loud commotion came from outside as everyone traveled in. Steve, Robin and Nancy all stood in front of the couch.

Steve awkwardly coughed as he started, "So, Nancy and I did some research about the plant we saw. I'm going to be blunt, I did things I wish I never thought of."

Y/N scrunched her face, uncomfortable with the idea of her friend sleeping with each other.

"I can't even look at myself," Robin laughed as she tried to make light of the situation.

"Moral of the story," Nancy said as she rolled her eyes, "It was a sex pollen plant. And we are moving past it and nothing happened!"

"Sex pollen?" Y/N questioned out loud, "Never heard of it."

Eddie was silent as he listened. It was confirmed that the plant was the reason all of that happened. He knew he wanted to do it because he liked her. But she did it because of the damn pollen.

"Wanna go get food?" Steve asked as he clapped. Everyone nodded, ready to move on from the awkward conversation.

Y/N grabbed Eddie's hand before he walked out, "We still need to talk."

"It was the pollen, it's okay. We can move past it like they all did," he explained. She dropped his hand and accepted his answer. Clearly, there was nothing else behind what happened.

She was absolutely shattered. And it hurt that he refused to talk about it. He admitted he was in love with her and now wanted to pretend it never happened.

~~~

A few weeks passed and Y/N tried to be okay with not expressing how she felt to Eddie. She tried to fake it and return to normal. It seemed everyone else did.

Robin, Nancy, and Steve didn't seem like anything happened between any of them. Y/N was never going to ask for details so she had no idea who got involved with who, and she was fine with not knowing.

Y/N walked up to the small diner as the gang was meeting for breakfast. She walked in and everyone was already sitting. She slid in on the end next to Eddie.

"I wish I could bleach my eyes so I wouldn't have the vision of it anymore," Steve laughed. The table laughed with him and Y/N wasn't sure what the topic was.

"I know. I'm ashamed of my own body. I didn't think it could do all it did," Robin shivered.

"Me too. I feel like I can never go to church again," Nancy groaned as she covered her face.

Y/N figured it was about the recent event they all moved on from, except her.

"All I know is if I see that plant again, I'm walking away because I never want to experience that again. Horrified from that night" Eddie laughed. The table joined in but Y/N felt a kick to her gut.

She hugged herself as she felt embarrassed. Was having hours of sex with her that horrible? She'd be fine to do it all over again but that's where they were different. She was in love with him and he got infected. She meant what she said and confessed, and it was all a joke to him.

"What about you? You haven't said anything about what you did," Steve said as he looked at her. Y/N felt her body burn as everyone turned to look at her.

"I'd prefer not to talk about it," Y/N said. She didn't want to say anything after the horrific comment Eddie made.

Eddie gave her a side glance, slightly relieved she didn't say anything. He was sure she was horrified by what she did with him. And wanted to take back everything she said. Which is why he kept hiding from the conversation he knew she wanted to have.

They accepted her answer, finally moving on from the topic.

~

The second Y/N got home she allowed herself to cry in the comfort of her room. She admitted everything to that boy and he wanted to erase the night from history. She felt crushed and heartbroken.

She should have known Eddie wouldn't touch her that way without a substance. She should have known he wasn't the type to say how he felt and that everything he said wasn't true.

She hated that she was the only one who seemed to have true feelings about what she did. The rest of the gang clearly could move on. Eddie didn't mean anything, and she was stuck feeling everything.

~~~

Y/N had to distance herself a bit from Eddie because everything was still hurting. She couldn't face him knowing she meant everything she said and did. He'd probably laugh in her face if he knew that.

Eddie noticed the distance, but he understood why she needed it. She fucked the freak and now had to deal with the thought of it. He was disappointed that the events ruined their friendship because that's what he was scared of the most. He spent days ignoring how he felt for her so she didn't leave. And now, she is gone.

He went from spending every day with her to nothing at all for two straight weeks. He missed her.

He called Steve over for help, which meant he was desperate.

"Y/N has been a ghost to me for like two weeks. I don't want to rush her or anything, but I mean, we are all in the same boat. We all were infected by that pollen and did things with each other. But you three all moved on like nothing happened. How did you do it? How can I make it easier for her?" Eddie asked question after question.

Steve looked at him, confused, "Wait, did you two sleep with each other? Like as in you and Y/N had sex!"

"I don't understand how you are confused by that," Eddie rolled his eyes, "obviously we had sex otherwise there wouldn't be an issue!"

"Wow," Steve said, a slow smirk forming on his face, "you guys really fucked? Was she any good?"

"I'm about three seconds away from decking you in the face," Eddie growled, "You have Nancy, don't worry about how Y/N is."

Steve backed up from the threat but laughed at Eddie's clear jealousy. "Alright, calm down. Clearly, she's all yours; I got that. Nancy, Robin and I were all alone when we dealt with the pollen. I did research on it and everything. It's basically just a pollen that makes you crazy horny, barely able to satisfy it and that's why it continues on for hours. None of us had sex with each other. It doesn't make you desire whoever is with you. That's not how it works. So whatever you and Y/N did, came straight from your guys. Just with a push," Steve explained.

"But maybe it's because we were together when it happened! So we desired each other" Eddie tried to explain.

"I was with Nancy in the same car when I started to feel it. Touching her or sleeping with her never crossed my mind," Steve said as he crossed his arms. He leaned back against Eddie's couch, "You my friend are in love with her and that's why it happened."

"Woah now," Eddie laughed, "I never said anything about love."

Steve rolled his eyes but a playful smile on his face. "Don't bother trying to cover it. I told you, I did all the research. It doesn't make you feel anything you haven't already felt. And it doesn't make you say anything you didn't mean. Whatever happened between you two, happened because of how you guys already felt."

Eddie soaked in his words, his stomach fluttering as he thought about everything they said during their time together. "So, let's say she admitted to loving me and something like that. That's the truth? Not the pollen?"

"Bingo," Steve smiled as he leaned forward, "So, seriously, how was it?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, but a smile broke on his face. Steve shoved him as he saw the smile.

"You totally are into her!"

"Oh shut up!"

~

Eddie was terrified to face his feelings but he wasn't going to be the reason he lost her. The only way she's allowed to leave his life is by her decision. He'll never drive her there and he'll beg before she does.

All he had to do was admit he was in love with her. He was doubting himself, but losing her forever scared him more than any confession. He already had the suspicion she felt the same, if what Steve said was true. It gave him comfort he wouldn't be shooting in the dark.

He softly knocked on her bedroom window, the moon his only form of light. She took a deep breath as she flipped her lamp on. Only one person knocked on her window, and truthfully she missed him. She quickly got out of bed and walked over, unlocking it and allowing him inside. She shivered as she felt the cold night air, shutting the window.

"Well, at least you are prepared for me to stay. That has to be a good sign," Eddie tried to joke as she closed the window, instead of leaving it open for an early exit.

She smiled at him and walked to sit on her bed. "You don't have to be so nervous," she said as he stood in one spot. "You can sit. I won't bite you."

"Liked it last time you did," he joked back as he sat next to her. The joke landed flat as she awkwardly looked away. "Moving on. I just want to check on you. I understand things are a little weird for us. But I don't want you to think I'm not here for you."

Her heart swelled at his words, she turned to look at him with a soft smile. "I appreciate that. I'm sorry I've been weird. I just needed more time to move on. But I've missed my best friend."

He ignored the sadness he felt when she called him her best friend. He was glad he was, but he wanted to be something more to her. A best friend that's in a boyfriend.

"Did you need more time to move on because you meant what you said?" He threw the question out there like a grenade. No warning as it landed in her lap.

She hugged herself, looking down at her lap. "We don't need to do this, Eddie." She heavily sighed, "You said it yourself that we can move on like they all did and I don't want to make you relive such a horrifying memory of what sex is like with me."

Eddie kicked himself as the words were tossed back at him. She remembered what he said; that meant it stuck with her, and he felt like an asshole.

"I found out from Steve that none of them had sex with each other. It was just us," he explained. That caused her to look at him.

She shrugged as she thought it over, "probably because we were with each other."

"That's what I said. But it turns out, the pollen makes you crazy horny and nothing else. Steve said everything we did and said was because it was already in our body, the desire and tension. The pollen was just a push."

She looked at him horrified, her body burning in embarrassment. "That was far more than a push!" She covered her face with her hands. She liked the idea of blaming the pollen for the crazy shit she did to her best friend. It was embarrassing enough to have a crush, but now she did every sexual fantasy she thought of with him, and it was because she wanted to.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to die more because he knew she loved him or because he knew she wanted to fuck him.

"But isn't it nice to know we wanted to?" He asked, trying to remove her hands but she wouldn't budge.

"No, Edward. I want to cry in a hole and disappear. Because now, you know how I feel and I can't even blame it on that fucking plant!" Then it hit her, he couldn't blame the plant either.

She slowly removed her hands as she looked over at him. He was bent down as he tried to look into her eyes. His brown eyes looked at her with worry and softness.

"You...you said things too!" She gasped, pointing at him. "You! You told me you think about me sexually all the time. And that you-"

Eddie covered her mouth with his hand, "Yeah, I was there, gorgeous. I don't need you to remind me." He blushed embarrassed. "I meant the other things I said too."

She had never seen Eddie so serious. Not a single twinkle of tease in his eye or a twitch of his mouth. He slowly removed her hand.

She couldn't believe it. Years spent thinking about how good they'd be together, how much more love she could offer him if they went past friends. And it was truly something that could happen. She teared up at the thought. All the hurt she felt pining after him and it all was worth it.

He cupped her face as the first tear dropped. He wiped it away, licking his lips. "Are you okay?"

"Do you want to do this?" She whispered, looking down at his lips.

"Yes," he said without hesitation. Then finally, his lips pressed against hers. She eagerly kissed him back. She had been craving to do this again and she figured she never would. But fuck, she's glad she was wrong.

Eddie softly pushed her on her back as he crawled on top of her. The kiss deepened as he moved his hands down her body, swinging her leg around his waist.

She ran her fingers through his hair, head in the clouds. She pulled away, moving her hands to rest on his shoulders as she looked up at him.

"I love you," he whispered as he leaned in to press his forehead against hers. His eyes staring into hers, his warm hands on her hips.

"I love you too," she smiled, leaning up to softly kiss his lips.

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Fic Recommendations Pt. 2

*i do not own any of these works*

Smut - ♡

Jack Hughes

The First Time♡

smutception♡

summary: when jh accidentally picks up his gf’s kindle for a roadie instead of his own, he finds some surprising books downloaded. they give him a few ideas for what he’ll do when he gets home in a week…

SECOND BEST

summary: secretly pining over someone is never fun—even less so when they’re your childhood best friend, and dating someone else.

A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS♡

summary: when jack decides to gift you an early christmas gift, he didn't think it through when he was left wanting to rip it completely off.

RIDE 'EM♡

summary: in which Jack Hughes wants Fem!Reader to ride him in a different way than usual.

 ♡··──୨୧──··♡··──୨୧──··♡··──୨୧──··♡

Quinn Hughes

take a seat♡

summary: Quinn grows a playoff beard and his girlfriend loves it. the day he decides to shave it after the Canucks get eliminated, she tells him how she really feels about it and Quinn gives her the moment she’s been wanting since he started growing it before he shaves it.

wanna bet?♡

summray: you make a bet with quinn, which of you will win?

reading interruptions♡

summary: when yn gets interrupted by quinn and his dirty mouth, while reading on the boat.

bed chem♡

First time for everything♡

summary: which Quinn lets you ride his face!

Surrender♡

summary: A brutal loss to the Bruins leads to Quinn showing up at your apartment at one am, and subsequently changes everything. Title and fic is slightly inspired by the song Surrender by Kut Klose.

STUCK WITH YOU♡

summary: of all the things y/n thought she was going to do on christmas eve, being stuck with her sister’s brother-in-law, quinn hughes, wasn't one of them.

Luke Hughes

"Baby Zegras"

summary: childhood friends to lovers, reader is trevor's sister, secret dating caught by jack, trevor is portrayed as a mean older brother at the start (im sorry I love him I promise he gets better), italics mean flashbacks.

Stress Reduction♡

LIKE THAT♡

summary: reader wants a turn at making Luke feel good, but she’s in need of assistance from the man himself.

Shower Sex♡

summary: after a terrible day, luke knows just what y/n needs. because what's a better relaxation than shower sex?

Sundress Seduction♡

summary: where luke is seduced by y/n’s sundress and he cant keep his hands off of her.

You're my dream girl♡

summary: Other girls made Luke's girlfriend feel insecure about her look and he's there to show her how gorgeous she is.

I'm in power today♡

summary: Luke agrees to be dominated by his girlfriend in bed.

wet dream♡

summary: Luke wakes yn up during her wet dream, leaving her all embarrassed, but happens when Luke makes her dreams a reality?

JUST A TASTE♡

summary: in which Luke Hughes is never tired between Fem!Reader’s legs.

Draco Malfoy

A Different Lesson Than Usual♡

summary: During potions class you get paired with Draco. From the start, he takes charge, ordering you around and making you do all the work. Despite your efforts, Draco is unimpressed with your performance and attitude. After class, he drags you to his dorm, determined to teach you a lesson. “If you can’t listen, I’ll make sure you learn.”

Flutterby Baby♡

summary: Draco finds out another student sabotaged your Herbology project.

Mat Barzal

CINDY LOU WHO

summary: after an agonizing breakup drove you from the country you return to long island for the holidays. but a chance encounter at a holiday party forces you to confront not only your unresolved emotions from your past, but also the revelation that mat had moved on with someone new.

know no better♡

summary: with your work responsibilities taking you away from long island, you and mat haven't had much time to blow off some steam. his friends, however, are tired of being on the receiving end of mat's "steam" and enlist you to help.

fever♡

summary: it's your birthday. mat's horny. nothing new.

Fred Weasley

Amortentia Pt. 1

summary: you, ever so studious and diligent, despised fred weasley, the total opposite of you. it came as a surprise to you when you smelt a certain someone when brewing amortentia. one day you get stuck in a closet with him, and let’s just say the situation between you changes.

Hate and Love♡

summary: in the mission of transporting Harry safely to the Burrow, you and Fred get thrown off-track as his broom breaks, resulting in an overnight detour at a hotel.

if you’ve been nice, you get…♡

summary: during your trip to hogsmeade, you decide to pop into the famous honeydukes for some sweets. who would’ve guessed that your best friend would find the sight of you with a lollipop so enticing?

Working Late♡

summary: you got a new job at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and you’ve developed a strong attraction to one of your new bosses.

quiet ride♡

summary: a thirst about sneaking into fred’s room to ride him in the middle of the night.

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remorse (5)

series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader... or not? content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! curse words, flashback, a lot of remorse, fights, stubborn people, lack of communication, angst. a/n. its finally here. i haven't re read this chapter bc im almost falling asleep and i have to work tomorrow, but i'll give this one another look in the weekend. a friend of mine helped me with the traduction bc i'm really really burnt out rn. also, chapters names changed!! i hope you guys like this one! see you on the next one🫶🏻

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“Oppa…”

Yoongi raised his head, his body leaning toward the piano acknowledging your presence in the room, and you could tell how he was physically struggling to move away from the instrument. Under his watchful gaze, you walked in his direction shuffling your feet, with a pitiful expression and every intention of openly complaining to one of the elders in your group of friends. But you relaxed your expression when you were a few steps away, recognizing his notebook on the piano lid and the trail of ink between his fingers at a safe distance from the keys.

His laughter confused you, and when you looked up, his lips were curved into a pretty smile. It was annoying. He was only two years older than you.

“What happened now?”

You remembered that you had come with a purpose, but your mind, as evasive and suggestible as ever, found more interest in what your eyes had caught.

“The usual,” you barely commented, moving to sit on your legs in front of Yoongi. “Were you writing?”

Yoongi glanced over to find his notebook, his shoulders shaking in a sigh because he knew he wouldn't be able to escape this conversation now that you had discovered him.

“Something like that…”

“Can I see it?”

“It's nothing decent. I don't think it's prudent.”

You pressed your lips together at his response, letting your shoulders droop, disappointed. But it was what you had expected; after all, Yoongi was quite secretive about his notebook, and it was rare for him to let you get this close and know so much about him. Even though you had probably known each other since you learned to swim and multiply, and surely knew more skeletons in his closet than he would like to admit, Yoongi still had a reluctance to show you or anyonw his writings. You had to catch him at a very relaxed moment.

So you set aside your emotions, not allowing Yoongi to respond as you pouted, and crossed your arms while turning your head away.

“Taehyung and Jungkook got so competitive on the court that they kicked us all out,” you frowned, remembering how the two had rushed past you and stolen the ball in the blink of an eye, moving so quickly and with cheeky laughter that you barely understood what was happening until you saw them tussling with the ball in front of the scoring area.

They were already in extracurricular hours, and although everyone had subjects to study and delve into, they decided to take a moment to take advantage of the fact that the school court would be empty and play for a while. Jin and Namjoon had left the game after two quarters because they simply couldn't keep up, and since one was in your group with Jimin and the other with the two kings of competition that day, they decided to kick them out and leave them as referees along with Hobi, who was the initial one.

Surprisingly, Yoongi also didn’t attend the game or his extracurricular class, choosing to get lost in the music room, taking advantage of the fact that it was empty that day because classes ended early.

“I don’t understand why they have to ruin everyone’s fun.”

Your little thirteen-year-old self, ignorant of many aspects of life, could only cross her arms and complain. Yoongi smiled, his two extra years of age giving him an understanding that perhaps you didn’t have access to, because it was inconceivable to you that such a sacrilege could be considered funny. Basketball hours were sacred!

“They're just messing around.”

“Oppa, you should've seen how they were pushing each other,” you shook your head, refusing to believe that Yoongi really wanted to defend them. “If you had been there, you could've stopped them.”

“And Jin?”

“He was laughing with them.”

“Ah,” Yoongi turned his head. “So the second best option was me?”

You shrugged. “Well, I thought I could convince you to go to the court, but…”

“But…?” Yoongi rested a hand on the bench, leaning in to see you on the floor.

“Maybe it’s more fun to listen to you play the piano.”

You smiled brightly, intertwining your fingers while Yoongi wore a half-smile. Without responding, he straightened up again, adopting the posture he had when you saw him through the glass of the door, before you interrupted his concentration. His fingers danced in the air for a few seconds, touching the notes in his head, recalling sound after sound, until the pressure on them gave way to a melody unknown to you.

It had to be a new piece, a new composition in his notebook. Yoongi played, calm and serene, focused and absorbed, letting the sound flow as if it came directly from nature.

Seeing Yoongi like this was… a strange event. Later, as time passed, you would think it was unbearable to have to see him everywhere, to hear his name around every corner, but at that moment you were lost in him, absorbing the sounds of his mind that his fingers materialized on the piano, allowing yourself to be carried away by the tide of his emotions, the way he conveyed so many words with his touches. The fast and slow notes, the change of tempo, all so meticulously created and organized to send a message, to describe an emotion, to paint a scene.

Yoongi was scared. Perhaps nervous, even. When he finished his piece, you could only look at him in awe, his shoulders moving a little faster due to the intensity with which he finished, keeping his head down, as if processing what he had just done. His fear was palpable, his hopelessness and unease.

“Oppa?”

“I don’t know…” he paused, dropping the lid over the keys and taking a calmer posture. “I don’t know if I’ll do the right thing when I graduate.”

“Why?” your brow furrowed, and you leaned forward in concern. “You’ve always talked about it. And you have a lot of talent, oppa, I know you’ll make it.”

Yoongi gave a nearly pained smile, as if he understood something you had no idea about.

“Jin is going to medical school.”

“I know. But it’s what he’s passionate about,” you moved closer to your friend, trying to give him some of the support he always gave you. “Isn’t music what you’re passionate about?”

The black-haired boy frowned. The answer was clear in his eyes, in the way he played the piano until he was breathless, but the gestures of his doubts were there too: when his fingers trembled with anxiety, his eyes gaining more shine as the seconds passed.

“Oppa,” you called, trying to break the silence, trying to prevent his thoughts from eating him alive. “If it’s what you love, you’ll succeed. I’m sure of that.”

You saw how the haze in his eyes disappeared, his features relaxing at least a little.

“I probably only have your support. I’ll have to rely on that.”

His small smile constricted your heart. In that moment, you didn’t know what you could do to show him that it was enough, but you were also unaware of the reality that his words held. It was probably due to your age, the age difference with Yoongi, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he would never be completely satisfied with that. You wondered if it was about you, just for a second, recalling the way he smiled when some of the other boys gave him words of encouragement.

Maybe he was just more vulnerable with you than with the others, but a thirteen-year-old's reasoning didn't go that far.

With your foolish conclusion, you came home that day with a heavy heart.

-

Speaking of loose ends and unresolved issues, there were some specific people who deserved to take home the award and the crown for the most intrigue of the century. Because when you entered Choi Dohyun's office, with Seojun and Yuna on either side, even knowing that there were things still pending answers and others you could barely understand, the last thing you expected was for those you weren’t even aware of to suddenly materialize, like a kick to the stomach.

But keeping your head high and your composure was something you had lacked the last time, and thus, against all odds, your face showed no emotion when you caught a glimpse of Min Yoongi storming out of the office looking angry, not even when his eyes moved towards your figure and his wires crossed for a millisecond, betraying his movements. The sound of his shoes against the floor didn’t even distract you, keeping your gaze fixed on the man who appeared behind the door, with a huge smile on his face and eyes that screamed that signing this contract might take more from you than it would give.

Min Yoongi flanked you, a nearly imperceptible gasp of surprise escaping him as you passed by his side, not even giving him a glance of acknowledgment over your shoulder, as if he were less than a mere insignificant dust particle, and he collected himself as best he could to keep walking, ignoring the astonished looks your companions shot him.

You flashed the biggest smile, a feeling of anger settling deep in your stomach, and you shook hands with Choi Dohyun, who was cheerfully introducing himself with a voice an octave higher than usual.

You didn’t miss the way he shot a glance down the hallway, where Min Yoongi should have been disappearing, and the bitter sensation in your throat intensified.

“Well, don’t take it the wrong way, I’m very happy because we finally have this,” Yuna beamed, raising the envelope with the contract as if it were her most cherished possession, just as they exited the large publishing house and the cool afternoon air greeted them, “but did we just see the damn Min Yoongi leave that office?”

You simply sighed, feeling the tension radiate from your brother’s body, who hadn’t separated from you since the moment you were ushered away by Choi Dohyun's secretary.

“That was… wow. I don’t even have words.”

Seojun rolled his eyes, and you had to suppress the urge to pinch his side when Yuna turned to look at you with the envelope in her hands while you all waited to see your father’s blue car navigate the avenue.

“Do you think… this means we’ll have more opportunities to meet the seven gods of Olympus than most people?”

Her smile made you feel nauseous, but out of her ignorance, you could do nothing but try to mimic it. Seojun, on the other hand, was making nothing but irritated faces.

“Maybe, if you work harder.”

Yuna let out another squeal of excitement, and you took a deep breath when she turned around to look at the cars again. Seojun wrapped his arm around yours, glaring at anyone who came too close, even by accident.

Your friend kept murmuring in disbelief, and all you could think was that she was probably holding in her hands the worst decision you had ever made.

-

Whatever the reason for your encounter with Min Yoongi, you had deduced that your bad luck came down to being out of the house. Putting a foot outside the holy altar of your home was proving lethal for your emotional stability, so you spent the rest of the day locked up, managing your social media and overseeing deliveries.

Dohyun had agreed that the publishing house would handle the entire printing, packaging, and shipping process of the books, as purchases were only growing with each passing day. His real offer was to leave you with nothing to do but continue planning your stories, because at that moment, you were a goldmine for him.

“Unbelievable! Jung Hoseok revealed the truth behind the distancing of the Korean entertainment dynasty.”

The voice coming from Yuna’s phone caught your attention. You lifted your head from the blank document on your computer screen, glancing sideways at your friend, who was comfortably sprawled on your bed with a furrowed brow and a conflicted expression, as intrigued as she was worried about what she had just heard.

“These past few days have been tough for the kings of entertainment, as the last public sighting of them was over a week ago when Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Jeon Jungkook left the businessman’s building and enthusiastically greeted all their fans. As good followers, we know it’s too strange not to see them often, and the last time this happened was when Jung Hoseok had the accident that prevented him from continuing to play professional tennis.”

Yuna looked intensely focused, biting her nail and awaiting the climax of the video. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, but you couldn’t deny you were a bit curious about what news they would share, knowing that the boys weren’t ones to openly discuss their private matters.

“With their reputations at stake and rumors flying back and forth [how exaggerated], Jung Hoseok had to come out to clarify the situation. His official statement, which was informally published on the famous app Whotalks, said: ‘We’re all fine. Please be patient with us.’ Whether his statement implies misunderstandings among friends that are in the process of being resolved or if we should wait for an official statement from their leader, we’re not sure. But it’s concerning the—”

“Why would they make such a big deal about this if they aren’t even sure what that post implies?”

Yuna paused the video, giving you a confused look, surely thinking you were immersed in whatever you were doing on the computer (nothing), too busy to pay attention to these “insignificances,” as you used to say.

“Y/N, you really have no idea of the magnitude of power these men hold over the entertainment industry. With a snap of their fingers, they could shake everything.”

“And why did they get so much power?”

“They earned it. Through their hard work.”

You couldn’t help the huff that escaped you. You didn’t find what Yuna had said funny because it was true; they had worked incredibly hard to achieve what they had at that moment. At least you knew that their beginnings had been humble. But it annoyed you, inevitably, because you couldn’t control the resentment shaking in your chest. Healing my ass, you hadn’t forgotten anything from the last few years, no matter how much you wanted to convince yourself otherwise. So much effort to force them out of your life, only for them to find a way to disrupt it again in a week as if they had some right.

What a bunch of audacious—

“Oh. A message came in.”

Your friend sat up on the bed, and you sent her a confused look.

“Messages come in every second, Yuna.”

“It’s from a verified account.”

Without lifting her gaze in your direction, you froze in your chair.

“Oh—”

Oh no.

“No fucking way—” Yuna stood up in the bed, exclaiming loudly: “Kim Taehyung is in your DM's!”

“Tell him to go to hell.”

“¿¿Huh??”

The words slipped out before you could think twice. From the tense way the words left your mouth, you could tell Yuna was torn between asking more or simply contradicting you. Her eyes moved from the screen to your face, her fingers moving almost imperceptibly over the device.

“You know, every time you make it harder to understand what’s going on with these people.”

Finally, she locked her phone and dropped it on one of your pillows. You had never been a fan; your friend understood that. She had never questioned you about it… except for that random afternoon in this same room when she asked too many questions, but after the encounter with Yoongi that afternoon, you wondered what moment or what would need to happen for her to stop believing that it was just a matter of taste differences and for you to have to tell her the truth.

Before everything that happened a week ago, you had never considered it necessary to talk about it because so much time had passed, and you believed you were at a point where things related to them really didn’t affect you anymore, nor would you ever have to interact with them again to warrant giving your friend a statement. But of course, things were different now, and emotions would continue to clash with one another, and you hated to think that their attitudes meant they were trying to return to your life, or at least get involved to some extent, which would imply, strongly, that you would have to tell Yuna what had happened.

“Have you ever thought that you might have run into him if you had gone to the convention?”

“Yeah...” you sighed in defeat. It was impossible not to consider that alternative, how things might have turned out. If you would still have this overwhelming resentment in your chest or if they would have carved their way back into your heart once more.

The foolish you at eighteen would be thrilled right now.

“And even with that doubt... don’t you have even a little curiosity about what he says?”

You preferred not to, to be honest. You would rather just rip out every memory from your head with tweezers to be able to return to a semi-normal life, where your biggest worry should be saving enough for a trip and not when those damn lunatics were going to leave you alone.

But you found yourself stretching out your arm to take the phone when Yuna handed it to you, a grimace of insecurity settling on your face.

“I’m not going to ask,” Yuna spoke, and you sent her a glance just as she turned on the bed and took her own phone to continue watching her celebrity gossip. “I’m not going to pressure you.”

You didn’t respond. You lowered your gaze to the device in your hands, feeling a mix of relief and bitterness. Well, at least she had given you the opportunity to worry about that later.

The screen lit up, and there it was. A new message from Kim Taehyung.

thv Hi. It’s Jimin.

Huh?

You ?

The read notification arrived almost instantly after you replied. With your brow furrowed, you watched the bubble appear from his side of the chat.

thv I’m sorry for writing from Tae’s account, but you blocked me

Ah. Ah. Right.

After receiving the notification that Jungkook had followed you a few days ago, and especially because he had shown up at your work out of nowhere short after that, you had blocked everyone else with an Instagram account, just to be safe.

A small detail.

You Oh, yeah

That Jimin was trying to contact you, considering the context of the whole situation, wasn’t too outrageous. When you studied together, apart from being the first to start teasing others and fostering friendly banter, he was also the first to try to fix things because he couldn’t stand hostile and tense environments. It’s not that you thought he had a chance to fix anything now, but maybe you were a little interested in what he had to say. After several days, it was inevitable not to feel curious, right?

After the bubble appeared and disappeared several times, the message finally arrived.

thv Do you think we could talk in person?

You No.

thv I promise it'll just be me

You No.

thv It can be anywhere you choose

You I said no If you have something to say, write it If you don’t have anything interesting to say, then I’m going to block this account too

thv No Wait Okay.

The sound of Yuna’s phone had faded into the background of your mind. You kept your eyes on the typing bubble, fearing that maybe Jimin would change his mind and decide not to respond to the questions swirling in your head. Now that he was being so persistent, you were more eager to know. I mean, it was the least you deserved, right? Some kind of answer, some kind of reason, a why. Something to explain everything, because the root of that growing resentment in your chest was due to their lack of communication, to their ease in discarding you like a worthless piece of paper, not even caring if the air swept you away or the rain destroyed you.

They owed you something, and you had the right to an answer. You could have moved on, yes; you thought you had, yes; living with resentment in your heart affected a person’s life, yes... but God would be the only living being on earth and in the universe who wouldn’t feel even a pinch of pain for everything that had happened. For the inexplicable disappearance, for the disconnection, for the destruction of an incredible blind trust that was woven with that friendship you believed to be unconditional but ended up being one-sided. Who could really blame you for being cautious of them?

If when you cultivated that friendship, that friendly love, the fruits they returned to you were rotten, how could you simply trust? Who could?

thv I’m sorry for what happened. I know this was very abrupt, and it must have been strange for you

Strange, for lack of a better word. Strange was a euphemism.

thv I apologize on behalf of everyone.

You I’m not interested

thv If we could meet in person, I could explain better

You I’m not interested. That wouldn’t change anything.

thv I know this goes beyond what happened this week, but I don’t want you to have a bad impression

You You’re a damn audacious one, Jimin Do you think it’s only the latest thing that would make me see you all negatively? Is that the only thing you’ve done? Or well, what you haven’t done either

thv Okay, I expressed myself very poorly I know we were already on bad terms before; I meant that I didn’t want it to get worse

You Well, honestly, I didn’t think it could get worse until now.

thv I’m making it worse

You Wow, apparently you do have awareness and common sense For many years, I thought you lacked that

You blocked the phone, letting it drop onto the table, your heart racing because of the audacity that man had to refer to what had happened as if it were just a silly childhood memory, as if it had simply been a stupid basketball game where you weren’t allowed to play. That only reinforced your thinking, the only plausible reason you had given life to over the past few years, the only explanation you had for their disappearance: that they never cared about you as much as you did about them; that you were never truly fundamental in their lives. Because, come on, they had built a friendship and shared memories before you appeared on the scene; they knew each other beforehand with a depth you could never reach, long before your name reached their ears. They had a connection; you were never ignorant of that; there was something in them that kept them united, something that made them understand each other almost on a spiritual level, and naively, you believed they had made you a part of it; that you had managed to be part of that connection.

But no, it was never like that. It was always one-sided. Whether you were a game, a case of charity, or someone they simply couldn’t say no to, you had no idea, but none of those options felt too foreign to reality. Especially considering the way Jimin referred to the past as if it had been a child's game and nothing more. There was never more for them. You should've known that.

thv I’m really sorry, y/n I truly wish I could talk to you in person I promise I can explain many things

His messages shone on the lock screen, and more than feeling curious again, you felt rage. So now they could talk. Now they could fucking communicate. Where was that willingness ten years ago? Five years ago, even? You never thought you would see any of them so willing to offer you what you had longed for, maybe at least to finally bring closure to the whole situation.

But you didn’t want to give them the right to become the victims in this situation. They had time to do something, yes, now you knew, and they simply chose not to; it was high time you really let it go. Let them go. What would an explanation fix now? When, if there was still something of the friendship you built, it should've crumbled to dust. Their willingness now meant nothing. If you ever saw any of them again, you would rather rip their hair out in a fit of rage.

You Fuck you Fuck all of you

And you blocked Taehyung’s account.

Anticipating any possibility, you also blocked Jungkook and hoped that would be the end of it.

Finally, you would try to seek true healing, because it was about damn time.

-

You y/n, I'm so sorry y/n? y/n????????????????

Oh no. Taehyung's going to kill me.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Speaking of the king of Rome.

Park Jimin flinched, tightening his fingers around the phone he was holding, which clearly wasn’t his, literally caught red-handed. He swallowed hard when his friend’s footsteps drew closer, circling around to face what he feared most.

“Jimin...” Taehyung began, his confused expression turning into caution, quickly shifting his gaze between the phone and the wide-eyed blonde. “Tell me you didn’t do it.”

Jimin shrank even more, pursing his lips, realizing there was no escape. In his defense, he had fervently believed for a moment that he would succeed. Taehyung hadn’t agreed from the start, especially given how angry Yoongi had been that afternoon when he arrived at the penthouse and how he had locked himself in Namjoon’s office, and the tone of their voices hadn’t diminished for even a second, especially not when Jin arrived an hour later.

Taehyung and Jimin weren’t sure what had happened, but considering the recent events, they could make an educated guess.

It all led back to you.

They were surely paying for what they did.

“I told you it was a terrible idea!” Taehyung strode closer and snatched the phone from Jimin’s tightly clenched hands. Jimin let out a defeated sigh, sinking back against the couch as Taehyung began to scroll through the messages, growls escaping his throat.

“I didn’t think she’d be so...”

Jimin hesitated, and when he turned to look at his friend, his furrowed brow silently asked, “are you serious?”

Another defeated sigh escaped him.

“You’re not fixing anything. If Namjoon finds out about this...”

Taehyung didn’t finish his sentence, but Jimin understood. But could any of them really blame him? Let he who is without sin cast the first stone! No one was a saint in that place when it came to you. At least he had the decency to try to explain things when the others just charged in as if nothing had ever happened (for now, Taehyung and Jungkook, simply because he still had no idea what had happened with Yoongi).

The problem, of course, was that Jimin was better at comforting someone in person than through messages.

“There's no going back from this.” Taehyung murmured, still focused on the screen. The shine in his eyes gave Jimin an idea of what was going through his mind, and he remained silent until Taehyung looked up. “We really messed up.”

“Did you need this reality check?”

“Did you?” Taehyung frowned. “I don’t know why you expected a different response.”

“Well, what did you expect to happen doing what you did?”

Jimin watched his friend click his tongue.

“What did you expect me to do? I didn’t think it would snowball like this.” Taehyung shook his head, and Jimin barely recalled with a shudder how the atmosphere had felt in the penthouse after Tae had posted that story about your books on his Instagram. “I just wanted...”

Once again, Taehyung chose to remain silent, but in his absence of words, Jimin understood.

To make up for it.

“Obviously, I’m not going to say anything,” Taehyung added, shooting a sideways glance at his blonde friend. “After whatever happened with Yoongi, I don’t even want to imagine how Namjoon would react if he finds out about this.”

“If he finds out what?”

Jimin and Taehyung froze on the couch, watching through the reflection of the TV as the person appeared behind them before they could recognize the friendly yet concerned tone.

Jung Hoseok circled the couch, clearly troubled by what he had just heard. It was evident he had just returned from practice because his hair was wet and he looked somewhat flustered, his cheeks flushed despite the chilly weather that night. He dropped his training bag on one of the armchairs, and Jimin averted his gaze when he caught his friend's eyes. It wasn't that they usually kept secrets and tiptoed around the others, but ever since Jungkook had pulled that stunt of searching for you at work when Namjoon had expressly forbidden it, the waters between them had been a bit tense, and any topic involving you could explode any healthy and cooperative conversation in seconds.

Hoseok crossed his arms, allowing his cheerful expression at finally arriving at the penthouse to fade completely, hardening his features as he shot a stern look at the two young men.

Taehyung also averted his gaze. The moment he heard Hoseok's voice, he tucked the phone between his legs and probably looked tenser than he should have. He, just like Jimin, didn’t dare meet Hoseok’s eyes at that moment. Because Hobi had stopped at the door, and with whom they had in front of them, they couldn't hesitate. They both knew it, they both understood.

And Hoseok knew very well. He was aware of all the tricks the two shared and could sense from their silence that they were up to something. Besides, of course, their conversation had been overly revealing. They had to be thankful it was him who arrived in the midst of their confessions, and of course, he would demand to have a conversation of such gravity with such freedom.

But no, in that house, secrets were not kept.

“If he finds out what?” Hoseok emphasized the words, urging the stubborn young men to keep their mouths shut.

Hoseok then exhaled through his nose in a sigh.

“Is it about y/n?”

Jimin and Taehyung lifted their gazes, a bit tempted but diverting their eyes as if pretending to be uninterested. While the atmosphere had been very tense lately, Hoseok and Jin had kept themselves somewhat distanced from all that unease, mainly because their demanding jobs kept them away from the penthouse most of the time. Namjoon, for his part, couldn’t escape the topic as easily since he had an office at home, initially to monitor them in a healthy way, and now because he felt the need to keep an eye on each of them to prevent them from doing something stupid.

Yoongi... well, maybe he had tried to stay on the sidelines, but he had clearly failed miserably if he had ended up arguing with Namjoon and Jin.

“What did you guys do now?”

Hoseok's severe tone was chilling. Jimin remembered the times he had decided to participate in his dance classes, the few that he taught personally each month, and how he had felt Hoseok’s sharp gaze and his blunt comments about his steps in front of all the students. It was as if he became another person. Although it was terrifying, the two young men admitted it was refreshing to see him like that in the academy, because he had lost a bit of his spark since his accident. Before, he only looked that serene and committed when he was at his tennis practice.

At that moment, however, Jimin and Taehyung appeared more reluctant despite his severe attitude, because they didn’t know if he would spill the beans to Namjoon afterward.

“And what happened with Yoongi?”

The slight softness in his tone made Jimin lift his head. Still with his arms crossed over his chest, Hoseok sat across from them at the table in the center of the room.

Jimin sighed, and Taehyung shot him an alarmed look. Are we really going to give in this quickly?!

“We don’t know what happened with Yoongi. He just arrived in the afternoon, locked himself in the office with Namjoon, and they wouldn’t stop arguing. Then Jin came in, but that didn’t make them stop.”

Hoseok looked up, scanning the hallway. Now the house was silent, perhaps more grave and tense than usual. Hoseok didn’t know how it had come to this and hadn’t sensed that atmosphere immediately.

“Is Jin here?”

“I think he’s in his room,” Taehyung replied, shifting on the couch. “He stormed out of the office a while ago.”

Hoseok grimaced at the mere thought, causing a shiver.

“Then it is about y/n.”

Jimin and Taehyung once again averted their gazes.

“Oh, come on.” Hoseok uncrossed his arms, more frustrated than angry at that moment for not being able to fully understand what was causing so many arguments among his friends. “I’m not going to go talk to Namjoon later, regardless of what you tell me. I just want to understand.”

The two young men exchanged a glance, Hoseok believed, communicating mentally. It was always strange but interesting how those two could understand each other at such a level that often they didn’t even need a look. They could support each other's ideas without overthinking it, just like they were doing at that moment in front of him, and Hoseok couldn’t help but think that this topic could cause them more harm than they realized. That these two were even hesitant to share something with him now, fearing to do so, considering whom they could trust or not, spoke volumes about how this issue was being handled and it was not healthy at all.

Hoseok didn’t know that Namjoon had been arguing. The only time he had talked about that topic with the others was when Jungkook’s incident happened, because by crossing such a clear and blatant line, Namjoon saw the need to have a group meeting to set some ground rules. But whatever had continued to happen that he was unaware of was creating cracks in the trust of all the members, and that didn’t sit well with him at all.

“I wrote to her on Taehyung’s Instagram,” Jimin began, looking down with his hands intertwined on his legs. “And I might have made things a lot worse...”

“Might have?” Taehyung turned to look at the blonde, who barely raised his head to meet his gaze before Hoseok interrupted.

“And what did you say to her?”

Jimin pressed his lips together. “I asked if we could meet in person, and when she said no, I just tried to apologize for everything.”

“Don’t forget that you proceeded to carry out a rather undisguised gaslighting.” Taehyung added.

“I didn’t manipulate her!”

“You spoke to her as if everything that happened didn’t matter at all!”

“That’s not how it was! I just expressed myself very poorly,” Jimin exclaimed, facing Taehyung’s accusations, who remained with his arms crossed and chin raised, clearly in disagreement with him. “You, more than anyone, know that I don’t communicate well through text.”

“Because you overthink everything. You didn’t even need to text her in the first place. I told you it was a terrible idea. Now she hates us even more!”

“Did she say that?” Hoseok intervened.

Taehyung gave him a disbelieving look.

“And I quote: fuck all of you.”

Hoseok took a deep breath, trying to process the situation. Taehyung looked angry, and Jimin appeared offended that Taehyung was so upset about what he had done, in addition to misrepresenting his words, if Hoseok understood correctly. But the brown-haired guy had a point: it had indeed been a terrible idea, and Namjoon would lose all his hair if he found out. He understood Jimin’s motivation for trying to reach out, but Hoseok felt Jimin had lost some tact in the process by approaching you just to find a quick solution. Clearly, the atmosphere in the penthouse was affecting everyone, and not in a good way. He couldn’t judge or blame Jimin for trying to lighten the situation for both parties, even if he could have approached it differently.

So Hoseok sighed, understanding the magnitude of the problem they had, and turned to the two young men who were now looking at him attentively, after recently avoiding his gaze as if their lives depended on it.

“How did you think you were going to meet her with the level of fame you have?”

Hoseok knew Jimin had acted on impulse, and perhaps addressing the underlying reasoning would make him think better next time, if there was one.

Jimin opened his lips slightly, confused.

“I... I don’t know, but I would've found a way.”

Taehyung scoffed. That would have been impossible because, surely, only after Jungkook, Jimin was one of the most recognizable faces in the industry and, therefore, couldn’t walk freely down the streets without having a horde of fans behind him within seconds. If, for some divine reason, you had agreed to meet with Jimin, then he would have exposed you too much to the public eye and you would have had more problems before getting any answers.

“There’s no way, Jimin.” Hoseok spoke, as the blonde shot a fierce look at his brown-haired companion. “We’re no longer in a small town.”

The two young men turned to the elder, putting their silly squabbles aside. A feeling of nostalgia and longing filled the air, embracing them and bringing to the surface poorly buried memories in the gardens of their minds; the gusts of Hoseok’s words uncovered them easily.

“We can’t afford that luxury now. We lost the opportunity a long time ago.” Hoseok reminded them, with a hint of discord in his voice.

Taehyung hated remembering those times. Having had his hands tied, sealing his mouth voluntarily, believing he had no other option... it completely sickened him. For a long time, regret had physically drained him.

“I won’t talk to Namjoon, don’t worry.” Hoseok assured them, and although the two young men should've breathed with relief, the truth was that they already felt too shaken. “But be more careful about where you talk about these things.”

“What things?”

“Fuck!”

Taehyung jumped off the couch when the voice came from his right, being the closest to the source. The three friends turned to see Yoongi, walking down the hallway from his room to the main living area of the penthouse.

“Are you guys sharing secrets?”

Instead of being scared, Jimin and Taehyung fell back onto the couch, letting out an exhausted breath. Yoongi shot a confused look at Hoseok, who returned it with a more severe expression.

“Come here, Yoongi. We need to talk.”

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Insecure, Gojo Satoru? The strongest? Pff, what are you even talking about? pt2

pt1

Two weeks? Time seemed to blur into something even more abstract than it already was. Yeah? No? Maybe three? He was exhausted. Had anything changed? You seemed more distant… was it that damn mission with Nanami? Were you cheating on him? Since when?

He hated himself for even thinking that about you… about Nanami. But lately, your attitude was pulling the rope of uncertainty so tight that it left his throat in a knot. After that mission, more arguments. Arguments that didn’t exist before that mission. Your responses, short. Like your smiles. Like those rare “I love you’s.”

The bags under his eyes fought to overshadow his angelic gaze. And it hurt. It hurt down to her damn bones. You wanted to understand what the hell was going on. Since that mission… the absence of his stupid messages, his cold welcome, the behavior even others were noticing. You wanted to hold onto the hope that not everything was lost, that there was a way to fix this disaster, this chaos of jealousy, of obsessive toxicity that was swallowing the relationship.

He accused you of changing, of not being the same since that mission with Nanami. But you knew, it wasn’t you. It was him. Everyone noticed how distant he had become with you. He didn’t seek you out anymore, he didn’t beg for a kiss, he didn’t whine like a kid to go get hikifuku… nothing. You knew he’d never cheat on you, not even by accident. Your heart didn’t doubt that. But still, it hurt.

You decided to observe him more closely: his wave of questions when you went out with Shoko or anyone else, that barely concealed irritation when you mentioned Nanami. Fatigue, but also insomnia. The tension every time a message popped up on your phone. His annoyance if you left it face down. Less kisses, hugs, sex. The physical, the emotional, everything was falling apart.

And yet… even now, he didn’t know it, but, being your almost-husband, you still saw him as your damn crush. And here you were. Your heart pounding in your chest, just like in high school, like when he walked past you. The difference now was that you were about to ask him to watch a movie.

"Want to watch a movie with me?"

Shit. The silence that followed felt eternal.

He frowned, just enough to make you see the exhaustion eating away at his face. "I don’t have time—"

"Please?" you cut him off.

You knew you’d won when he sighed, rubbing his brow. But when he sat far from you on the couch, irritation surged in you like fire. You didn’t say anything. Today wasn’t a day for giving up.

You stood up, looked at him determinedly, and without a word, sat down on his lap. You felt his body tense, but his Infinity wasn’t activated. He let you get close. He let you touch him. And that said it all.

Your back against his chest. You wanted his warmth, his breath, his arms like a sweet chain around your waist. The silence crushed you, but you knew it. His breathing wasn’t normal, his hands were sweating, and you knew he wanted to move, adjust himself, but he held back. You took his hands, slipped them under your shirt, toward your waist. You intertwined his fingers with yours there, skin to skin.

When his fingers started to caress your stomach, soft and slow, you felt the damn universe crack inside you and settle in your lower belly. You felt his smug smile behind you at your reaction. You knew him too well.

Your fear of ruining the moment spiked. Everything felt so damn fragile. Even breathing too heavily felt dangerous. But you had to take the risk.

"What happened while I was on the mission with Nanami, Toru?"

His hands froze. Then they pulled away. He stood up.

You stayed there, looking at him.

You sighed. It had all gone to hell.

But you weren’t going to leave it like this.

You were going to save him. Or you were going to lose him.

You stood up too. And before he could close the door… you entered.

Hey loves, I’m really sorry for the delay in uploading part two. Things have been hectic with university, and honestly, I went through a pretty rough depressive slump. I also want to apologize for not finishing the scene in this part — it was getting really long, and I didn’t want it to feel too heavy or overwhelming to read. Thank you for being patient with me, truly. Any interaction you leave — a comment, a like, your thoughts — is more than appreciated and means the world to me. With all my love, always. 💌

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Not Just Friends - 3 -

Prologue : Chapter 1 : Chapter 2 : Not edited : 4.3k words : M.List

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

A loud spark woke you up, a jolt coming from underneath you before you were pushed to the other side of the couch. Being violently pushed out of the dream you were in and into the land of the living. Katsuki was on the other side of the couch, where you just were, looking at his hands as small pops of his quirk went off. His face looks betrayed at his own body. Small pops until a bigger explosion rattled off his hands. Causing him to franticly wipe his hands off on his now torn-up shirt before he got to the sink and washed the sweat of his hands, and therefore the explosions.

All this happening within the minute you woke up was a lot. Watching him stand at the sink, defeated as he stared at his own hands. It was as if he murdered someone.

You remember waking up in the middle of the night, due to the bright screen of the TV. Quickly fumbling for a remote before you realized that you fell asleep in his arms. Cuddled together on the couch, his legs laying along the couch and you between them and laying on his chest. His arms holding you close. It was something you've never done before. It warmed your heart until you woke up to being pushed away.

"The fuck is happening Katsuki?" you pushed yourself from the couch, wearily walking closer to him. Trying to approach him as if he was an injured bird.

"Don't," he barked out, making you stop your approach.

"Kats?"

"I don't know," he felt defeated and it was obvious. His eyes alone spilled out his emotions. It was also obvious that he was lying about not knowing, something in the way he was looking at his hands told you that he knew. That he knew you couldn't be near. He stood there letting the water wash away his sweat.

You crossed your arms, frustrated that he didn't want to talk. "Is there anyway I can help?"

It was like watching a lightbulb go off in his head, "When can you get my watch done?"

"What?" you furrowed your brows, "How does tha-"

"How soon? Can you speed it up?" he cut you off.

It felt like he just wanted you gone, a chore to busy you while he figured this out himself. "Why? I can but why?"

"It's probably the only way you can help," his voice was honest.

You uncrossed your arms, wanting to take a step closer. "I can't get it done any faster than a week, and that's pushing it. I wouldn't be able to add the whole 'not letting people cancel your quirk,' I can get the password set though."

"Fuck it, I just want the watch as soon as possible at this point," only now did he let his hands out of the water, moving to dry them off.

Now you stood at the other-side of the counter than him, "Is your quirk acting up?"

He's been avoiding eye-contact till now, his hands sparking in response. "Something like that. I need a shower." He quickly pushed past the kitchen and went to the bathroom.

Without anymore guidance, and pure concern, you decided to get ready in order to head to the office and get his watch done sooner. Quickly getting dressed before knocking on the bathroom, a sharp explosion popping off at your knock. "Kats?" you called, getting a sharp grunt in reply, "I'm heading to the office, I'll get your watch done sooner if I pull later nights."

He said a goodbye and you headed out the door and to your office.

---

You still worked at Endeavor's agency, now Shoto's agency, with Endeavor retiring. He was still sitting on the name change for the company, not knowing how to go about it. His first actions were to hire Deku, Iida, Momo, Uraraka, and other classmates as pro heroes, keeping Endeavor's old employees as well. A surprise to you, and likely everyone else, was that he invited Katsuki as well. Giving him a rank alongside him, just like he offered Izuku. The biggest surprise was that Katsuki accepted it, alongside with a vow that he would leave the second he got a high enough rank to start building his own. Which he was slowly doing. He had a separate agency he worked out of with his other closest friends, but he was still coworking with Shoto. Only recently switching to actually work out of his own. He didn't want to leave his friends entirely just yet.

Shoto also promoted you, allowing you an entire floor for yourself and other techs that you hired. It was nice. Mei and you were the only ones of the floor currently. Leaving tons of empty space.

You each had your own office for paperwork and designing the sketch, an office for conferences, and a huge work room for actually making the support gear. It felt wasteful for only two technicians but the agency had four other floors of techs that were constantly working.

Made it a long elevator ride up to your floor through. Being on the 15th floor after all, closest to where the heroes worked.

A familiar voice calling your name cause you to look up from your phone, meeting Izuku's bright smile. "I thought you didn't work Sundays?" he said as he stepped in the elevator with you, pressing the button to his floor.

"Ah, I don't," you put your phone in your pocket, "Kats wanted me to get some gear done for him. His quirk is getting weird."

He tilted his head, "The watch?"

"Yeah, he wants it done as soon as possible," you nodded, remembering the meeting they had about it, "Has his quirk been doing this often?"

"I haven't seen it happen in a while, but I don't doubt that it's happening still," he nodded.

"It's scary, he won't talk to me about it," you expressed, worried about your boyfriend and hopeful his friend knew anything.

"He's fine, he's..he's just changing," Izuku struggled to put out. Pausing for the right words, "Don't stress over it."

You laughed at the idea, "Like that's possible? He almost blew my face off this morning with his quirk."

Izuku's face paled, "I'm sure it's fine. I bet it's something that'll go away with time."

"How can that be fine?"

The elevator dinged that it was at your floor.

"Kacchan will tell you eventually," he gave you a nervous smiled and pushed you from the elevator and closing the doors before you could yell at him.

"Asshat," you muttered, walking to your office.

Setting down your bag before you grabbed Katsuki's file. Flipping to the page of his watch. The drawings for the design were all worked out, just needed to plaster it together.

You had the materials to make the watch itself, just not the technology to make it disable his quirk. So you planned to get the framework done today so it would be ready for everything that was coming in the shipment tomorrow.

---

The transition into work was easy and fluent. Music pumping a steady beat into the air as you put each thing together. It was consuming the work you've been doing for the past six or so hours, making each step of the process more fluid then the last. A rhythm of the technique you've built over the years of working on gear.

You were sitting at your workbench, magnifying glasses covering your eyes, allowing you to see the smallest details that you were adding to the band. Quirk constantly activated so you wouldn't mess up in placements, needing the most practical design for the watch but wanting it to match him all the same.

After the framework was done in the watch, hollow for the functional aspects of the watch, you skipped to the details. Carving in a slight explosion outline, something you added on all his gear in the smallest parts. Showing it was his and only his.

It was well into the afternoon by the time you heard the elevator ding again. Music was blasting all throughout the room but you could still hear the faint steps of what sounded like metal coming towards you.

The brief thought of an intruder flashed through your mind. It wasn't uncommon for tech rooms to get raided, it was expected. Emergency procedures were added for the event though. A button was just needed to be pressed before heroes on the upper level were alerted.

That worry didn't last long, a quick check to your phone reminded you that Mei was coming in today. An idea hit her during 'breakfast', which was at 4pm, so she was coming into work.

Soon enough the doors opened, "Hey! Still working on blasty's stuff?"

You looked up at her, forgetting the glasses you were wearing. Letting out a gasp at her zoomed in face. To which she crackled out a laugh. You placed the glasses on the table, rubbing your eyes, "Yeah, I've finished all I can though, need tomorrow's shipment to do anything else."

"What's he having you do?" She made her way out of the door and towards your station. it was a huge room, used to make and test the supplies.

"He wanted me to make a watch for him, quirk proof and shit," you pushed the watch in her direction, letting her pick it up and look at it.

"Ah, lame, I was curious about his gauntlets. You always add cool shit to them every time," she placed the watch back down. Moving to her work station that was next to yours despite the amount of room. It was good company.

"I was probably going to start working on them, I finished everything on the watch, and I'm already in the flow state," you shrugged, pushing yourself up and off the chair. Grabbing the watch to put it in Katsuki's case. Grabbing his gauntlets instead. "I'll probably finish these and head out, been here since 9 this morning I think."

Mei hummed, "I won't be here for long either, want to go drink or something?"

You walked back to your station setting down the new materials you had to use, putting away the stuff you used on the watch. "Yeah, I'll have to ask Kats."

"Why?" Mei looked at you sideways.

"It's his only day off, I don't want to just ditch him. He is my boyfriend after all, I hardly seem him as is," you muttered.

"You're basically just roommates with a different label, I doubt he will care," Mei laughed out, "Come on, you deserve a drink just for dealing with his ass."

It strung, what she said. You already felt like you and Katsuki didn't pass for a couple, and Mei didn't fail to bring it up every time. You knew she was just teasing. So you hoped he would say no, just to prove that he wanted you around.

"Fine I'll ask," you brushed off her comments, grabbing your phone to text him

You Mei wants to go drinking, am I good to join her? I don't mind spending the night at home with you if you want. Kats Nah, do what you want. I'm probably going to go to the gym.

"He said yes," you breathed out, trying to mask the subtle unease with excitement. It felt like he's been pushing you away. Constantly bringing up how he didn't feel that you were happy enough. At this point you don't know if he was genuinely worried or if he was projecting.

"Fuck yeah! I've been wanting a beer, I know a good bar downtown," Mei cheered. You saw her setting up her station, prepared to weld some of her older protypes together.

"I got to ask though," you started, grabbing her attention, "So the other night, Nana texted me. Did she tell you why she needed my number?"

"Huh? No, why?" Mei set down her equipment and crossed her arms to look at you, curious.

"She asked if my boyfriend was hitting me," you breathed out, "Was hoping you didn't agree with her."

"Nah," she brushed off your worries, "I know Blasty isn't that type of guy, if I knew that's why she wanted your number I would of told her. I don't think she knew you were dating him."

"Good," you let out a breath of relief.

"Don't worry, I may make fun, but I know he's devoted to you," Mei reassured before clapping her hands together harshly, "Now I need to see if what I'm thinking works." She slapped her welding helmet down.

Mei was a good friend of yours, similar but different in many ways. She dug into your relationship but you knew she meant well. It was helpful that every once in a while she would confirm that too. Teasing that you guys were hardly a relationship while he was gone but teasing him for how he looked at you. Saying it was like a puppy that was trying to get a tennis ball from under the couch. Just out of reach.

She knew of the small aspects of your relationship, you've shared more to her than others, due to her not being in the primary circle of friends. She was your outlet, and she was also a good secret keeper. So you spilled to her the small things, after all it was easy to slip the details with how many night and days you've spent working alongside her. It was a way to fill the silence.

She knew how and why you and Katsuki got together. She knew about the crush you had on him from way before high school, and she knew of the odd first kiss you shared. And most surprisingly, she was the only one that you've told about not once getting intimate with Katsuki and in general. She knew how a kiss with him stayed a kiss and nothing more. How a hug was always just a hug. It was nice for her to know all the nitty gritty of it, it was refreshing.

You grabbed a welding helmet, putting it on and flicking it down to cover your eyes. Letting out a sigh as you prepared to work. Thankful that Mei was already wearing one, and got to work on the details to his gauntlets.

---

Before you knew it, you were seated at a bar, placed near the corner so Mei could people watch as much as possible. The bar was in a constant chatter, only some groups being overly loud. It wasn't anything like the bars that Mina or Uraraka went to. It was nice, the normal for you and Mei when you did go out.

You and Mei instantly ordered several rounds of shots, starting the night out strong. Letting the alcohol hit you fast and hard in order to stay drunk throughout the night rather than slowly get there. It was your routine together. Getting drunk then sipping on beers or mixed drinks the rest of the night to keep the buzz.

Mei took a long swig of her beer, "So," she smiled at you, roughly placing the bottle back down, "How ya been?"

"Normal I guess," you shrugged, picking up your drink as well, fighting slightly with the straw.

"Come on, there has to of been something. We haven't hung out solo in a week," she clasped your shoulder, as if she was shaking the information out of you.

You laughed, "I don't know, Mei."

"Really? Nothing?" Mei sighed. She tapped her fingers against the bar, looking around the room for some conversation. Her eyes landing on the TV above the bar, "Deku's getting quite buff, huh?"

"Huh?" you looked at the TV she was staring at. Sure enough, Deku was wearing a bright smile as he talked through an interview. It was a talk show, one he hated showing up on because the late hours, but it was good for hero ratings.

"He was cute during high-school but now he's a man," Mei emphasis with her tone, saying man more sharply than the rest.

"I guess? He's a lot taller now," you shrugged.

"I forgot you're lame," Mei groaned, "Only having eyes for Blasty."

A light went off in your head, "Oh, about Katsuki-"

"All I had to do was mention him? Couldn't of thought of this before I drooled over your best friend," Mei glared.

"Sorry," you shrugged, taking another sip of your drink, feeling the liquor flow through you. "He's been weird lately-"

"Weirder than normal?"

"Shut up, it's hard enough to think as is," you pushed her lightly, "He's been weirder more often. You know how he and I don't.. you know.. do that sort of stuff.." you were fumbling with your hands, not wanting to repeat the confession.

"Yeah?" Mei drawed out.

"Well he obviously heard us talking the other night, when I said that physical touch is my main love language. It's thrown him for a loop. He's constantly asking if I'm happy or if I want him," you rushed out.

"Makes sense, everyone kind of shit on the idea of not giving your partner your all," Mei sipped her beer, "I'd be worried too."

You groaned, "I know but I've told him many times that I want him regardless. And on top of that, his quirk has been acting up lately. To the point he wanted me to make a watch that turns it off."

Mei tilted her head, placing her beer down, "Acting up how?"

"Well this morning, we woke up cuddling and his quirk went off, almost burned the couch. Another when I hugged him, got closer to him, and even when I talked to him while he was showering. Which is odd cause the water should of washed anything away."

She sat on that for a while. Racing through different possibilities. "Doesn't his quirk go off with emotions?"

"It used to, I don't think so anymore."

"When you first kissed, wasn't his quirk off? Same with the next few?" Mei pointed out.

"Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?" you took another sip of your drink, waiting for her to get to the point.

"Didn't his hands spark whenever you tried to hold them?" you nodded. "You are so stupid," Mei laughed, "You'd think with your quirk that you would've known."

"Known what?"

"He's nervous around you! So his quirk pops off," she pushed your shoulder teasingly.

You shook your head, "No, cause why would it be worse lately?"

"Because he knows you want more! Simple," she clapped her hands together.

"I don't know Mei, that doesn't sound like him," you brushed past the idea, finishing off your drink. "It's more likely the opposite. I'm worried his quirk is just showing that he doesn't want me near in general, and that me having a different love language is his 'out' of the relationship."

"I mean, think what you want," she hummed, "But trust me, he is in love with you. He couldn't do that to you."

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You stumbled through the door way. Fumbling with your keys and toeing your shoes off before fully entering. Trying to tip-toe through the kitchen, craving something sweet. All your drunk limbs cause do was make the ice-cream fall from the freezer and onto your toe, "Shit," you cursed hopping around for the pain to fade. Holding onto your hurt foot as you jumped the pain away. Hopping in the direction of the silverware before you fell.

Not letting the height effect you, you opened the drawer and barely grabbed a spoon. Sliding back to the ice cream container that was on the floor. Opening it and leaning against the fridge as you started to eat it away.

"The fuck did I just watch," Katsuki grumbled from the hallway, looking at you on the floor.

"I was hungry," you shrugged, scooping another bite.

He flicked the light on, making you hiss and cover your eyes till he turned it back off, "It's almost midnight, why are you home so late?"

Content that the light was back off, you continued eating, "I don't know."

"How drunk are you?" He crossed his arms.

"Very," you laughed, leaning your head back against the fridge.

"Mei is a horrible influence," Katsuki sighed, stepping towards you and lifting you off the floor.

"Nah, she makes some good decisions, and points," you argued, letting him guide you to your room.

"Like what?" he entertained.

"Well, I'm not sure about this one, but," you paused, "She says that you spark with your quirk because you're nervous around me."

His footing fumbled slightly, before letting himself stall for too long, he led you to your room, laying you on your bed and under the covers.

"Well?" you asked.

"Well what?"

"Is it true?"

"You're drunk," he dodged.

"Yeah, I told her it was dumb. You would of told me," you smiled at him, getting yourself cozy under the sheets. Glad that your touch didn't scare him away. Just left you concern what the actual reason was.

He flinched at how confidently you said that, guilt consuming his bones as he was doing the exact thing you thought he wouldn't. "Goodnight," you squeezed his hand.

"Night," he muttered.

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A migraine was all you woke up with the next day, last nights events ruining through your brain. Main regret was how much you had to drink, cause you to puke in the bar bathroom, the men's bathroom at that. Mei went with you but it was still odd to rush into the wrong gender's bathroom and puke. Hearing their laughter while face down in the toilet.

The conversation with Katsuki also stung a little. Made you question what your relationship meant lately.

You turned to pick up your phone, blinding yourself with your screen. Rubbing your eyes awake before you could properly read the time.

It was just past noon, having slept in an extra four hours then normal. Your bedside table also had some water for you, with ice in a good water bottle that stayed cold. You already had medicine in your bedside table, so you fished that out to get rid of your migraine.

You smiled at the fact that Katsuki plugged your phone in and got you water, he might not say that he loves you, but he shows it. It shook away some worry that he was only with you due to not having a way out, but you were still worried at what it could be.

Before you could let the thought fester and ruin your day, you decided to go to the office. Wanting to start on Katsuki's watch again. The shipment came in around ten, so everything would be available to you.

After a shower and some breakfast, you decided to take a job to the office, wanting to get in a better mindspace so you were ready to jump straight into work. It was only a 20 minute walk as well.

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Reaching the agency, out of breath and tired, you dragged your feet into the elevator. Grabbing supplies from the other tech floors before heading up to your own.

Walking into your office to meet Shoto.

"Hey?" you questioned, setting your stuff down on the table behind where he was standing.

"Sorry, Midoriya said that you'd be in," Shoto stood leaned against your work table, hands propping him up.

"Hope you haven't been waiting long," you apologized, walking around your table to grab stuff to start working, "how can I help you?"

"My suit has been off, the cooling facture broke, been having to do it myself mid fight," he went straight to the point.

You noted that he set down his briefcase, the one that held his hero suit. "That should be an easy fix, do you need it soon?" you pulled the case towards yourself, taking out his suit and looking for the cooler.

"I'm going to see my brother, but I'd need it after," his voice stayed monotone, but you knew Dabi-Touya was a sore subject.

You looked up from his suit, "I can get it done by then, is anyone else joining you?"

Shoto coughed, "I think Momo, she's been curious of his improvement."

"That's good," you smiled. The two of them have been close and she was a good pillar of support for him.

"Yes, I'll be back at three, will you be here after?" he looked at his watch.

"I'll be in office until at least seven, got a late start so i need to put in some hours," you confirmed.

"Thanks," he bowed a goodbye and went on his way.

He stayed formal with you despite knowing you since first year at UA, and working with you since second year. Having you do his minor support gear during school because his dad didn't let you touch his son's gear. Only the best for his trophy.

Shoto told him otherwise eventually, having you be head of design for his gear.

The two of you were never necessarily close, but would definitely consider the two of you friends. If you needed each other, you'd be there basically.

He's told you about his brother Touya one night over some cold soba. He wasn't able to fall asleep easily the month that Dabi revealed. So one night, you went to the kitchen hungry in the middle of night, finding him with his head in his hands at the island.

Your voice startled him at first, but after an offer of food, he started talking.

After that was when he started to let you work on his gear a little.

You looked over the small wiring in his suit, finding only a disconnected wire. Connecting it was easy enough, one of the fastest fixes you've had in awhile. You'd have him test the temperature when he was back.

Your phone buzzed from the corner of the table. Katsuki's contact flashing the screen.

"Are you in the office yet?" he asked once you answered.

"Yeah," you put Shoto's case off to the side. Recentering Katsuki's watch.

"Lunch?"

"Sure," you hummed.

"I'm meet you at your office," he started.

"Wait! I'll meet you at yours," you cut him off.

"Why?"

"I'm already in the elevator, I'll just go up an extra few floors. You're at Shoto's agency right?" you lied, quickly grabbing a few things before actually heading towards the elevator. You wanted to keep the watch design a surprise till you gave it to him.

"Yeah, it's Monday," he pointed out. He worked there every Monday.

"Anyway, I'll see you in a second," rather than letting you say a full goodbye, he hung up.

A sigh left your lips. He's been a constant off and on again with how he is around you. You wanted to stay glad he asked for lunch, but the abrupt goodbye was unusual, just like all his other behavior recently. Maybe the watch would help his quirk, and therefor the stress of the relationship.

Hopefully the relationship went back to normal.

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Cigarettes

Jackson! Joel Miller x f!reader

🖤 Joel smokes for the stress and you want to join him. However Joel thinks you're too sweet for cigarettes, but maybe he can offer you something else for your restless nights.

🖤 (sorry i think smoking is kinda hot) songs that inspired me w this; !!too sweet - hozier!!, a little death - the neighbourhood, art deco - lana del rey and cigarette smoker fiona - arctic monkeys

🖤 wc. 3.5k

🖤 Tags: one shot, (romanticized) smoking, stressed joel, struggle with sleep, opposites attract, kissing, praise, handjob, oral sex (f receiving), joel has hair yum, soft joel but he also mocks you for a bit

(reader is described as having hair she can braid)

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Smoking had became a habit for Joel, with all the stress about Ellie and his past memories that kept him up tossing and turning around bed most nights. Cigarettes were his way to calm down on those hard nights. He'd go to the porch of his house, setting down the cigarettes and a glass of whiskey on the wooden table. He'd reach for the lighter in the pocket of his blue worn jeans. He would sit there in the dark and quietness, sometimes for just a few minutes, sometimes for almost an hour. He enjoyed the way it was just him, he'd take long drags of the cigarette and slowly close his eyes, feeling the cold night breeze on his rough skin. He only allowed himself one cigarette per night, after all cigarettes weren't the easiest thing to obtain during these times.

You knew about Joel's bad habit. You'd seen him multiple times on your late night walks. Sometimes he would see you and quietly nod his head your way, an acknowledgement. Other times he wouldn't see you, his eyes closed and head slightly leaned back. Those times you'd linger around for a bit longer, stopping in your tracks and admiring the rough looking man, his skin highlighted by the dim yellow lights of his porch. But you decided to stop admiring him after a time you got caught by the man himself. You swore you only stood there for a few small seconds, watching Joel exhale the gray smoke of the cigarette resting between his calloused fingers, his eyes closed and face less tense and worried compared to other times you'd see him around the town. But apparently your seconds of eyeing him were too long. Joel slowly opened his eyes, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. His dark brown eyes found you, standing some meters away. Just standing there, completely still, like a deer in headlights, staring right back at him. His intense gaze felt almost primal on you, making your body fill up with nervousness, you wanted to run away.

"You need somethin'?"

You quickly averted your eyes from him, finding anywhere else to look but him. Nervously you fidgeted with your hands in front of you, suddenly you felt too aware of everything, of yourself, you thought about how pathetic you probably looked to him. He probably wanted to laugh at you. You stood frozen in one spot, shaking your head. You hoped that was enough of an response to him as you forced your legs to move you away from the awkward encounter, one step at a time closing the distance to your house.

Joel looked at you, eyebrow slightly cocked and his eyes filled with amusement. You avoided looking at him, turning your back to him and continuing to walk, causing you to not notice the smallest hint of a smirk forming on his lips. Joel had seen you on your walks, but you would always just walk past, barely even admitting his presence in the dark night. He wondered why you took your walks so late, it felt unusual for you. You were always so pretty, put together, as put together you can be in apocalypse, you usually wore old, a little rough looking sundresses, yet they still hugged your body in just the right places and made your sweet smile look brighter in a way. You had found some spare cloth, deciding to turn it into bows, you'd tie your hair with them. Sometimes your hair was in braids with little bows at the ends, that was Joel's favorite one. He always admired the way you looked so soft, like the apocalypse had just never happened to you. And you seemed happy, so why were you out in the middle of night, walking around in your sleeping clothes and messy hair? These were Joel's private moments, but somehow you had made your way into them. Some nights he found himself expecting you. He gazed in the direction of your house, and when he finally saw you coming, he tried to study your face, which the dim lighting made difficult. Did you wear any worries, or sadness on your face? Were you also bothered by old memories and stress? He would blow out smoke and watch you pass by.

You walked to your door quickly, taking a deep breath when your hand fell on your door knob. You promised yourself you would not stare at him again, to save yourself from this embarrassment in the future. Your heart was still beating as you reached your bedroom. You swore to yourself, feeling annoyed knowing that now you were definitely not getting any sleep. You laid your body on the cream white sheets. Sleeping had always been hard for you. You remember that even as a kid you would turn around in your bed for what felt like hours, flipping your soft pillows over multiple times. And now, being in the middle of an apocalypse, falling asleep had just gotten more difficult. That's why you started to go on your little strolls, the fresh air helped ease your mind a little bit. And when you started seeing Joel on his smoking breaks, you started looking forward to the walks even more. You couldn't help it, Joel was like the total opposite of you, big, rough skin filled with old scars and bruises, dark brown eyes surrounded by wrinkles caused by years of worrying and fighting, and that made you all the more interested in him. You felt like the only thing similar between you two were these sleepless nights. He intimated you, but in a way that made your stomach flip. Some days you would see him in town, and you felt like he always looked at you for too long, you could never hold the eye contact as he studied your face, your body, the way your hair was put today. You'd look away, trying your best to look busy. Joel had taken notice to how you avoided his studying gaze every time, as if you were afraid of him.

It was one of those nights again, for the both of you. Joel had an especially rough day, Ellie giving him attitude for the whole day and his past haunting him again. You felt restless tossing your body around your soft sheets. You had tried everything, drank water, took a warm shower, you even tried counting sheep, but nothing would bring you even an inch closer to drifting to sleep. So, you finally gave up, sat up on the edge of the mattress, sighed loudly and went to grab your jacket. A worn and slightly dirt covered denim jacket. You threw it over your nightdress, grabbed a pair of boots and made your way outside. It was completely quiet outside, everyone surely already long asleep. You went on your usual route, unconsciously making your way towards Joel's house. His porch lights flickered in the distance, and you noticed his familiar figure sitting there, smoke lingering around him.

Joel heard your soft steps against the gravel. He'd started to listen for them, hoping you would pass by. In a way it comforted him, knowing he wasn't alone in his late night worries and habits, you had something bothering you too.

He looked ethereal in the porch lights, his dark eyes glimmering like pearls. His dark curls slightly messy, you'd guess that was caused by rolling around in bed. His eyes followed your every move, as if you would suddenly attack him and he needed to keep watch. But he knew this would go just the same it always does, you walking past, only giving him a few small glances, leaving him alone again.

Something inside of you sparked when you saw him, you turned your head just once more to get a full look at him, his gray t-shirt covered in small wrinkles and his rough looking blue jeans. The cigarette resting between his lips, before his fingers grabbed it again. He was still looking into your eyes as he exhaled the smoke, and you couldn't help but feel something deep in your stomach. You were tired of these hard, lonely nights, you were going to try to change something tonight. It took you every bit of courage to open your mouth, and your question came out as more of a whisper.

"Can I join you?"

You thanked the nightly quietness around you for the fact that Joel heard you. He nodded, his expression softening ever so slightly. As you made your way towards him and the wooden porch, the smell of cigarettes reached your nose. You had never smoked, but it seemed to help Joel with his nights, so maybe it could have benefit to you too. Joel still kept his eyes tightly on you, he was unsure of your motives, he could only read nervousness on your face.

"Did you need something?" Joel finally allowed himself to speak as you sat down on the other chair, placed on the other side of the table that his drink and cigarette pack were resting on. "Can I have one?" You said slowly. Joel looked confused, but you nodded your head towards the pack and earned a low laugh from him.

"Didn't know you were a smoker," Joel said with amusement in his voice. "Ya' sure don't look like one." He eyed your pretty nightdress that peeked from under your jacket.

"Well- I'm not. I've never smoked. But-" You anxiously played with your fingers in your lap. "I have trouble sleeping, I thought, maybe it could help." Joel chuckled at your response and raised his eyebrows.

"That so?" He took a long breath of his cigarette, your eyes following his fingers moving it to his mouth. His rough and dry mouth wrapping around it, making the cigarette look oddly small. "You shouldn't." He added while blowing out the tobacco filled air from his mouth. You looked at his every action, you felt like your stomach was burning. Your mouth hang slightly open. "Why?" You softly said and Joel's eyes returned to you.

"You're too sweet for this stuff," He aimed the cigarette in his hand towards you. "Rather' keep it that way." You almost felt like he was being kind to you, did he really care about you enough to not want you to smoke? But you wanted to try, you were willing to attempt anything if it had any possibility of easing your nights.

"Please Joel," His breath shivered at your pleading, the way your eyes shined. Such a pretty little thing, begging something from him. It made his head flood with thoughts he shouldn't have, that he haven't had in a long while. "Just one?" You whispered into the night air.

"We don't wanna ruin your pretty lungs, darlin'."

Even if he was only calling your lungs pretty, something he couldn't even see, it still made your heart leap in your chest.

"Besides, what's got you so sleepless? Ya' always seem like such a sunshine around these streets."

You shrugged your shoulders, looking up at the starry sky. "Night time has always been a struggle for me." You explained to him, seeing in your side vision how he took a sip of the dark orange liquid, his whiskey.

"If ya' really want these nasty things so bad," he said, a little bit of ash falling from the cigarette between his fingers. "Come here." You slowly rose up from your seat, cold wind hitting your bare legs. You made your way around the table, stopping in front of his chair unsurely. You weren't sure what he wanted from you, where he wanted you, what he was going to do. You'd assumed he would be a gentleman and light you one, hand it to you here, not wanting to reach over the table. But instead, his fingers brought the cigarette up to his own lips. Slowly he took a breath in, rising from his seat to stand in his full height in front of you. The action made you feel small, you had to stretch your neck and look up to maintain the tense eye contact between the two of you. Joel held the smoke in his mouth, and you felt his hand making it's way to your face. His index finger positioned under your chin, and his thumb slightly brushed under your lips. The excitement in your stomach, that was slowly moving to between your thighs was almost unbearable. Joel was like an unsolved mystery to you, his next move, next words were always a surprise to you. He looked at your lips, forcing you to open your mouth by pulling at your lower lip with his thumb. He close the last inches of distance between you two, and brought his lips dangerously close to yours. At this point you had already long forgotten about the cigarettes on the table beside you, those being the last thing you wanted right now, but Joel gently blowing the smoke to your mouth returned your mind to what you had asked from him. You smelled the tobacco, and Joel. Then you tasted the smoke that was traveling to your mouth on your tongue. Joel slowly backed away from your lips, so you could focus on the smoke exploring your mouth, still keeping a hold of your chin. You finally closed your mouth after what felt like hours, and coughed gently. You weren't sure if it was because of the cigarette or because of shock.

"See, it's no good for sweet girls like you." Joel gently smiled at your coughing, rubbing his thumb on your chin, almost as if to soothe you.

"Ya' think you can handle more?" He asked, amusement in his eyes, like he was testing you. You were far too gone in your own delirium to form words, instead nodding your head softly, trying your best not to disturb the fingers still resting on your chin. Joel swore he could see the want glimmering in your eyes, the want, not for cigarettes, but for something more. Something he could give you.

He took another drag of his cigarette, and slowly, almost too slowly, teasingly slowly, his lips made their way to yours again. This time however, he didn't try to open your lips for him. Instead he closed his eyes, you mirroring the action, and you felt his lips touch yours, gently, like he was asking for permission. And of course, you granted it. You opened your lips against his, and quickly, he exhaled, his mouth connected to yours, smoke finding its way to your mouth. You almost felt like the moment would end here, that he would pull away again, maybe send you on your way to go back home, saying that he gave you what you begged for. But, before his lips even fully left yours, he kissed you again. This time it was sloppier, he wasn't on a mission to transfer smoke between your mouths, now his motive was just to kiss you. You softly sighed at the feeling of his mouth on yours, and he took his chance and slid his tongue in your mouth. He was exploring every inch like he was a starved man, and you were his first meal in months. But truly you were, Joel couldn't even remember the last time he felt like this, the last time he felt someone's soft lips on his. You felt your arousal slowly damping your panties, and then, you felt the smoke burning in your throat. You shot open your eyes and Joel felt your discomfort, his lips leaving your mouth, a small string of saliva hang in the air, connecting you two to each other. He let go of your chin to allow you to cough. He smirked as he watched you, your pupils blown wide by the intensity of the moment.

"You alright? Did I give ya' a bit too much?" Joel said, almost in a slightly mocking tone. You laughed softly, and nodded, not sure to which question you were giving an answer to, too caught up in the arousal and tension in your body to think clearly.

"Actually," Joel took a hold of your face again, this time covering your cheek with his calloused fingers. "I think you want somethin' else than this." He looked at the cigarette still hanging in his hand, then returned his dark brown eyes back to you. You brought your hands to his belt, brushing slightly against the growing bulge in his jeans, gently tugging at his brown belt, hoping he would be pleased with that as a response. Joel slowly shook his head, a dark look in his eyes.

"Need you to use your words," He rubbed his thumb over your lips. "Tell me what you want, use that pretty voice of yours." His low voice was enough for you to squeeze your thighs together, feeling the wet spot in your underwear.

"I want you, Joel." You pleaded, a begging look on your face. Your pretty eyes, so filled with need it looked like you could burst into tears if you couldn't get what you wanted, if you couldn't get him. Those eyes caused Joel's breath to shiver.

He broke the almost dangerously too intense contact between you two to put out his cigarette. He stamped it on the table and tossed the remains in the jar with all the other ones from earlier nights. "Good girl." He whispered, voice dark with want. You whined quietly when you felt his hands return to your body, grabbing you by the waist, his touch felt burning on your cold skin. You followed his lead to the front door, leaving the cold night and cigarettes behind you. You could still feel the burn of the smoke in your throat as he lead you to his bedroom inside the dark house. Everything was so still and so quiet.

He gently lead you to his bed, covered in wrinkled up dark sheets and a blanket, a proof of his restlessness from earlier. You sat on the bed, looking up at him with parted lips, your breathing shallow. "Fuck." Joel swore under his breath at the sight of you. You looked like someone worshipping a god, the way your pupils searched his face, the way your lips shined with arousal, the way your hands worked open his belt. You nudged down his pants and boxers with trembling hands. "Take it slow, baby. We have all night." Joel smirked at you and your eager hands working on his pants. His hard cock gently slapped against his stomach and his happy trail, smearing some of his leaking precum onto his dark hairs. You admired the sight, trying to memorize every vein of his cock and every hair trailing down his stomach into your mind. Joel's loud breathing brought you back to the moment. You wrapped a soft hand around the base and earned a low, breathy groan from the man above you. By the way Joel was reacting to even your slightest touches, you'd guess he most likely hadn't been touched in a while, just like you. Sex wasn't really the biggest concern for people during times like these.

"You're doin' so good," Joel praised you between shallow breaths and quiet groans as your hand moved around him. "But, I wanna see you, baby." He looked at you, collecting himself as you removed your hands from his body. You stripped out of your jacket and started tugging at the lace hem of your dress, but Joel took a held of your wrist softly. "Let me." You nodded, Joel not noticing as he was already focused on pulling your nightdress over your head. You felt the air hit your bare chest, causing your nipples to harden, Joel swearing under his breath, he felt like he could almost drool at the sight of you, so pretty and soft everywhere, so different from his rough and scarred skin. He softly massaged your breasts, brushing his thumbs slightly over your nipples, causing you to softly whimper.

"You're so beautiful. A soft, pretty girl like you don't belong to the apocalypse." He said, as if you had a choice. As if you could just be excluded from all of it. "Joel." You whispered his name as he lowered his face to your neck, kissing your skin, your skin feeling like silk on his lips.

"And she also don't belong to my bed, with me," Joel breathed into your neck, the action earning shivers from you. "You're too sweet for me." But in your mind, this was exactly where you belonged. His bed, with him, was where you wanted to belong. "Shhh." You shushed him as you softly pushed his head down. He kneeled before you on the wooden floor, kissing his way down your stomach. You opened your legs for him, and leaned back on your elbows. You watched him leave kisses to your stomach, slowly moving to your thighs. He looked right into your eyes from between your legs, and his gaze alone, was enough for you to shiver and whine his name.

"I'll take care of ya', my sweet girl." He whispered against your thigh, his facial hairs tickling your skin. You felt him as he moved your damp panties to the side, his mouth finally exploring your most sensitive spots, causing you to throw your head back and moan his name into the night over and over again, as he tasted the sweetness of you on his tongue.

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once again, if you have any thoughts or opinions id appreciate to hear them <3

🖤: angel

[insidekatmind]

Bet~Kwon Jae-sung

Wearning: +18,smut,cheating.

The air was filled with tension, but also excitement. The Sekai Taikai wasn’t just a tournament; it was a chance to prove your dojo’s worth on a global scale. You had been chosen as the captain along with your adoptive brother, Miguel Diaz. The weight of responsibility was heavy, but the adrenaline of fighting made it bearable.

As you posed for photos with the other captains, your gaze lingered on Kwon, who seemed eager to get the boring photo session over with. However, something changed in his demeanor when his eyes landed on you. The irritation disappeared, replaced by a mischievous smirk.

When a competition to perform the highest kick began, Kwon immediately seized the opportunity. With agility and confidence, he executed an impressive kick, leaving many of the spectators speechless.

“No one can top this,” he said with a laugh, but his eyes flashed with challenge when he saw Hawk advance.

Hawk, always ready to take a taunt, decided to up the ante. "Let's make a bet. If I win, I take your room. If you lose... I take yours."

Kwon raised an eyebrow, then noticed that Hawk was sharing a room with you. His smile widened as he accepted the challenge.

Robby, who was nearby, snorted. "Seriously, Hawk? Are you betting my sister?"

But Hawk was already focused on his performance. He braced himself, took a deep breath, and leapt for the kick... but couldn't get past Kwon's height.

Kwon chuckled and held out his hand to Hawk. "Deal."

Hawk, frustrated, handed over the keys with a pout, while Kwon grabbed them with satisfaction, giving you an amused look. The tournament hadn't started yet, but the evening was already getting interesting for him.

Kwon tried hard to control his gaze as you strolled out of the bathroom in your short pajamas. His eyes flicked over your body appreciatively, taking in the tantalizing curves and toned limbs. The thin fabric left little to the imagination, and Kwon found himself struggling to keep his thoughts from wandering.

He knew it was wrong to ogle you that way, but he couldn’t help it. The sight of you in that outfit was making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. He tried to look away, but his gaze kept returning to you as you moved around the room getting ready for bed.You snort at him as you lie down on the bed next to him.

Kwon tried to look innocent, but he couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew you had noticed his wandering eyes, but he wasn't going to apologize. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at you and said, "What? Can't a guy appreciate the view?"

“Don't get any ideas, Kwon,” you said, lying down with your back to him.

Kwon chuckled softly, his eyes roaming over your back and down to your legs. "Oh, come on. Can't a guy fantasize?" he teased you, his voice light and playful. He shifted closer to you, the mattress dipping under his weight.

"Besides, how could I not have ideas when you're lying there looking like that?" he murmured, his tone carrying a hint of desire. He reached out and lightly traced a finger down your spine.

You blushed slightly at Kwon's compliment, your cheeks flushing a rosy pink. You tried to keep your composure, but the sensation of his finger tracing along your spine sent a shiver down your spine. You glanced over your shoulder at him, her eyes meeting his.

"Is that so?" you replied, trying to maintain a cool and collected tone. But the effect he had on you was undeniable, and you could feel a flutter in your stomach.

Kwon's grin widened as he saw the color rise in your cheeks. He knew he was getting to you, and it only fueled his teasing. "Oh, it's definitely so," he said, his gaze locked on yours. He inched closer still, his body now practically pressed against yours.

His hand continued to explore your back, his fingers tracing along the ridges of your spine, his touch leaving goosebumps in their path. "Don't act like you haven't thought about it too," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.Your breath hitched as Kwon's hand moved lower, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and the sensation was both thrilling and overwhelming. You tried to maintain your composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

“I have a boyfriend,” you tried to say but you could feel Kwon's cock on your ass.

Kwon chuckled at your feeble attempt to remind him of your boyfriend."And? You think that matters to me?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. He moved his hips, grinding against you ever so slightly, the feel of his hardness against your ass sending a wave of desire through him."I don't care if you have a boyfriend. I can't stop thinking about you," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

You moaned at his words and leaned into him, wanting to feel more of his hardness.

Kwon's smirk widened as he heard your moan, and he let out a low growl of satisfaction. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to him, his body flush against yours. He could feel your desire for him, and it only fueled his own need."You're playing a dangerous game, darling," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. "You know what you're doing to me."

Kwon's hand slid under your shorts and thong, his fingers finding their way between your thighs. He groaned softly as he felt how wet you were, his cock twitching in anticipation."You're so wet already," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You want this as much as I do, don't you?"

You moaned feeling his cock inside you, you grind yourself to feel more of his cock. Kwon's breath hitched as you ground against him, the feeling of your body moving against his driving him wild. He tightened his grip on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to hold back from taking you right then and there."You're driving me crazy," he growled, his hips moving in sync with yours, his cock buried deep inside you.

“Kwon” you moaned as you felt his cock destroying your ass.

Kwon's eyes darkened as he heard you moan his name, his grip on you becoming almost possessive. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he started to move faster, his hips snapping against yours."Say it again," he whispered, his voice laced with desire. "Say my name again, darling."

"Kwon" you say groan.

Kwon's breath hitched again at the sound of his name on your lips, and he let out a low, guttural moan. He gripped you tighter, his fingers leaving bruises on your skin as he pounded into you, his body moving with primal need."Again," he growled, his voice hoarse. "I want to hear you say it again."

You closed your eyes feeling his cock destroying you. "Kwon" you said moaning. Kwon's eyes fluttered closed as he heard you moan his name again, and he felt himself getting closer to the edge. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he struggled to hold back."Fuck, you're driving me insane," he hissed, his hips moving even faster, his cock hitting deep inside you with each thrust.

The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, a loud and lewd reminder of what was happening between you two. Kwon's breath was ragged and uneven, his body tense as he fought to hold back his release."You're so perfect," he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. "So perfect and mine."

You moaned as you nearly drooled at how his cock was destroying you. "So good"you muttered. Kwon smirked at your words, his ego growing even bigger as you praised him. He loved the way you were completely at his mercy, your body submitting to his touch."That's right, darling," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're mine, and I'm going to make you feel so good."

He reached down and lifted your leg, wrapping it around his waist, allowing him to drive deeper into you.

You whimpered with pleasure. Kwon's eyes widened at the sound of your whimper, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He loved hearing you make those sounds, knowing that he was the one causing you to feel pleasure.

"You're so sensitive," he said, his voice a mixture of admiration and desire. "And you're mine to do with as I please."He began to move even faster, his hips thrusting into you with a brutal rhythm, his grip on your leg tightening possessively.

“I'm coming,” you moaned.

Kwon felt your body tense up as you reached your peak, and he let out a guttural groan of satisfaction. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he tried to hold back his own release."Come for me, darling," he growled, his voice strained. "Come all over my cock."

You moan and come on his cock, and your pussy tightens around him. Kwon's eyes widened as you tightened around him, and he let out a loud moan of pleasure. He buried himself deep inside you, his hips stuttering as he reached his own release."Fuck, you're so tight," he panted, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. He held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, as he rode out the waves of pleasure.*

You whimpered as you felt his cum inside you.

Kwon shuddered as he felt his cum fill you, a low growl escaping his lips. He continued to thrust into you, riding out the last of his orgasm, before finally stilling, his body pressed against yours."God, you're perfect," he murmured, his voice hoarse and breathless. "So perfect and mine."

You were shaking with pleasure, whimpering.

Kwon gently pulled out of you, and he watched as his cum spilled out of you, a possessive look in his eyes."You're mine, remember that," he said, his voice still low and rough. He lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Don't forget who owns you."

You shivered at his possessive words, a wave of arousal and submission washing over you. Despite your attempts to maintain some measure of control, Kwon's dominance overwhelmed you. "Yes, I'm yours. I won't forget," you responded, your voice trembling. You could feel his gaze burning into you, claiming you as his own. The intensity of the moment left you breathless and at his mercy. In that moment, you were completely under his control.

Kwon's eyes darkened at your words, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He loved the way you submitted to him, how you willingly gave yourself over to his every whim. But he wasn't done yet. He wanted to make sure you understood the depths of your submission.

He leaned in, his mouth hovering just above yours, his lips brushing against yours lightly. "You're mine in every way," he whispered, his voice laden with desire. "My body, my mind, and my soul. You belong to me, completely and utterly."

[kikidoul]

── BEACH WEATHER.

ヾ(´︶`♡)ﾉ 박종성 x fem! reader content strangers to lust trope ᥫ᭡ warning explicit sexual content usage of petnames open ending used jay being a green flag protected sex fingering pussy eating aftercare both reader and jay have experience lmk if i didn't tagged anything else. . .!? 2420— mlist. req

note. second time writing jay and i think i did a decent job writing for him! also would like to share that i kinda cringed when i was writing him and reader's interaction. i hope this meets your expectations hehe. can i count this as a happy belated birthday to jay though... taglist. @tfwbluu @hoonstqr @riqomi

This is a horrible idea. 

You sighed for the unknown time after rejecting a stranger’s offer of him buying you a drink. You knew the implication behind his seemingly innocent, friendly offer and you didn’t want to take the chance. You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms with a scowl on your face as you scanned the sea of people before you. But it was futile. You couldn’t find your friends, the very same group of friends who promised they will stick with you and won’t leave you alone. 

You were at a beach party, having decided to go on a much-needed vacation to the beach with your friends to celebrate the start of your holidays. When you were told there will be a party happening at night, your friends begged for you to join them. At first, you declined because you weren’t a party person and you wanted to spend your night under the sheets to read your favorite book. But your friends were persistent, which brings you to your current dilemma.

Unlike a regular nightclub, the beach party is open-air with loud, edm music playing in the background. Thankfully, there was a bar that allows you to sit back, have a drink while you enjoy the fresh air. Well, that was the plan until three guys approached you, back to back with the intention of doing something more than just having a drink. 

“Hello, you look annoyed.” 

Ugh great. 

Rolling your eyes, you prepared yourself as you looked to your side, only to pause when a handsome man appeared before you. He has honey-toned skin, messy pitch-black hair from the wind blowing past and a sharp jawline that you might cut your finger with a simple graze and his features were something crafted from the hands of Gods and Goddesses. To put it simply; he was really attractive, enough to make you feel flustered when you realised you had piqued his interest. 

“Was that a question or an observation?” You asked, maintaining your politeness while keeping your guard up. 

The stranger chuckled, his eyes crinkling as he stood beside you while keeping some distance. The small, kind and thoughtful act made your heart skip a beat. “That was an observation. I’ve been looking at you for a while now and I have to say, you’re really beautiful. I don’t think words are enough to do you justice.”

You could only pray that he won’t notice your reddened ears and cheeks at his honesty and sincerity. “Why thank you. You sure have a way with words, don’t you? Do you talk like this to other women too? Or is it just me?” 

You weren’t sure where you got the confidence, but you were pleased with his reaction: eyes widening slightly at your response before he composed himself, eyes gleaming in mischief and amusement. 

He leaned in slightly, a movement so small but you caught it anyways, a sly and suggestive grin stretching across his face. “What if I were to say it’s just you? Would you accept my offer?”

You decide to play along and copy his expression. “And what would your offer be?” 

“How about you and I get a drink later? My treat.” 

You arched an eyebrow, impressed with his bold move. Both of you knew there won’t be any drinking done, considering how he was undressing you with his lust-filled eyes. 

“Sure, that sounds lovely.”

~

As expected, you found yourself in his room. Clothes were hurriedly removed and tossed to the carpeted floor without a care in the world. Unlike the previous hook-ups you have done, he was gentle. The way he treated you was as if you were a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at any moment, if he wasn’t careful enough. You could tell he has plenty of experience with how he ate you out. 

“F-Fuck, don’t stop, please,” you whined, eyelids fluttering shut as he plunged his tongue deeper and at the same time, pushing two fingers in until he was knuckles-deep. 

He groaned at how tight you felt, your velvety, gummy walls clinging onto his fingers without any intention of letting him go. He crooked his fingers, grinning at how you physically flinched and he knew he had hit bullseye. He audibly moaned against your pussy when you grabbed a fistful of his hair, your thighs locking him in place. He didn’t care if you were choking him to death. If this was how he goes out, he wouldn’t mind it at all. 

He alternated between giving sweet, quick kitten licks and harsh, long swipes of his tongue, giving you whiplash. To Jay, your sounds are the sweetest sounds he has heard, like music to his ears and he wants to hear more. He wants to see you falling apart under him. He wants you to remember him when you do this with someone else, someone else that isn’t him. 

He lets you grind yourself on his nose, causing you to gasp when you find the perfect angle. Your back arched off the bed when you felt your orgasm coming. You tried to say something, anything but your mind turned to mush when he gave a harsh suck to the sensitive bud peeking out. And that was enough to tip you over the edge. You tried to pull him away but it was futile. His strength easily overwhelmed yours and it’s like he wants to be buried deep in your pussy.

You let out a high-pitched cry as he greedily slurps away, like he was a famished kitten drinking from a plate of warm milk. Your limbs felt boneless the moment it was over, your thighs slumping on his shoulders and your grip loosened on his hair. Jay finally moved away and seeing how his face was drenched in your slick, his lips glistening under the lights and some had even landed on his forehead made your cheeks flushed red. 

Jay wiped them away with the back of his hand, tongue darting out—the very same tongue that made you feel like you were floating, to clean his damp lips. Your throat felt dry, nervously swallowing as your hands laid by your sides. He shifted backwards so he could get off the bed but you stopped by, grabbing his wrist and he gave you a questioning look.

“Wait, what about you?” You asked, eyes glancing down to the bulge in his pants.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s fine, don’t worry about me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

You light-heartedly rolled your eyes. “I’m fine with you fucking me, but with a condom of course.” 

“Oh.” 

You laughed at how he stared at you, taken aback with your consent and words. You motioned for him to come over with two fingers, a coy grin on your face as you spread your legs, snickering at how his eyes trailed down, lingering in the spot between your legs. “What’re you waiting for, pretty boy? Get to it or I’ll leave.” 

He didn’t need to think twice, fumbling through the bedside drawer and pulling out a small box of condoms. The sight made you raise an eyebrow. 

“Do you always bring that with you?” You questioned, pushing yourself further up on the bed and repositioned the pillow as you laid your head on it, along with sliding another pillow underneath your hips for support. 

“Uh, my friends bought it as a birthday gift to me. It’s stupid—I mean, they’re stupid,” he stuttered, hands managing to tear the transparent packaging. He got to his knees and that was when you saw it. 

Your mouth moved before your mind could process the words. “I don’t think that’s going to fit.” 

He paused in the midst of sliding the condom over his hardened, standing upright cock that stood proudly as it rested against his stomach. “I’ll make sure it fits, princess. Just lay back and look pretty, can you do that for me?” 

You nodded, feeling shy at the sudden usage of the pet name. You watched as he moved with confidence, like he knows what he’s doing. He positioned himself in between your legs, gently gripping onto your upper left thigh and aligned himself with your entrance. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his tip gliding against your still puffy folds, gathering the remaining slick. His eyes softened at the sight of your hesitation, rubbing circles on your skin. 

“Hey, it’s fine. Just calm down and relax for me,” he assures you. “I won’t put it in until you allow me to. I’ll wait for you, princess.” 

Biting down onto your lip, you nodded, nails digging into the soft sheets beneath you. “...Go ahead.” 

Instead of slamming in in one go, he slowly pushes in inch by inch. It felt like decades when he finally bottomed out, eliciting pleased sounds from both of you. Your head spins at how full you feel just from his cock alone. He didn’t move, eyes focused on your face while searching for any signs of discomfort. He was patient and that was something rare in the hook-ups you have done. 

“You can move,” you gave him the greenlight and he hummed, adjusting himself. 

The slight movement caused his cock to rub against your walls, drawing a blissed-out sigh from you. He pulled out until his tip was still inside before pushing back in and repeated the movement, keeping a steady pace but it was enough to draw soft “ah-ah-ah” from you. You tilted your head back, raising your left leg and he got the hint—slinging it over his left shoulder. The small change of angle allows him to slide and hit deeper. He was practically kissing your cervix, with how deep he could go. 

Lewd sounds of skin against skin combined with your moans and his groans echoed amongst the four walls of the hotel room. You were sure whoever walked past would know what you’re doing. The thought of the chances of people hearing you made you clenched down on his cock, drawing a hiss from him. 

“Fuck, you sure you’ve done this before? You’re so tight like a virgin,” he gasped, voice hoarse. He already sounds ragged, his previous calm and collected composure slowly fading away. 

“Ngh, m-more,” you whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head when his cock hit the spot that made your legs spasm. 

“Yeah? You want more? Your greedy pussy is not satisfied with what I’m giving?” He sneers, the sudden change of his personality leaves you speechless. 

But you were too far gone to think straight, getting drunk on the intoxicating, addictive and heavenly feeling of him thrusting into you. You could only let out a whimper, the sound making him smirked. He readjusted his hands, moving from your thighs to your hips and with new found strength, he increased his pace, fucking into you without mercy. 

“Oh god, s-so good, hah,” you cried out, words borderline slurring as you succumbed to it. 

You knew you were reaching your climax when your muscles tightened, like a rubber band stretched to its limit and how your legs were already shaking. All it took was one final sharp thrust and you came with a cry. He, on the other hand, showed no signs of slowing down and continued snapping his hips against yours as he fucks you through your orgasm. All you could do was to lay there, allowing him to use you to reach his climax. 

You shuddered when he spilled into the condom, able to feel the warmth of his cum through the thin fabric of the condom. He slowly pulled out, making you wince at the sudden uncomfortable feeling of emptiness, quickly tying the condom and tossed it into the bin with terrifying accuracy. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling back some of the strands that were stuck onto his forehead. 

“Wait here, I’ll be back,” he said, not waiting for your response before going to the bathroom. His words made you snort, as you couldn’t move an inch, not after what he did. 

He returned a few seconds later, holding a damp towel and took his care in wiping you clean. When he was done, he passed you a plastic bottle of water, even going the extra mile by helping you in drinking it by supporting the back of your neck, like how a mother would do to her newborn baby. He then removed the stained sheets, tossing them to the floor, which will be a problem for the housekeeper tomorrow. Once you were properly hydrated, he moved to where his luggage was, dug through his clothes and handed you a set of his own. 

“Uh, I’m not sure if you’d prefer wearing your own clothes or if you don’t mind, you could wear mine for the night. No pressure or anything,” he said, looking everywhere else but you. 

“Sure, I don’t mind,” you shrugged your shoulders, accepting the clothes and putting them on after slipping back into your underwear, looking down to see his shirt reaching your thighs. Still, you wore the shorts, which acted more like pants for you. 

“You can stay here for the night if you want,” he said, eyes searching your face, afraid he might be taking it too far. 

Your eyes softened as you nodded in silence and his shoulders sagged with relief. He quickly wore his clothes and the two of you made yourselves comfortable on the bed, pulling the covers up until it reached your chins. It didn’t took you long to fall asleep, sharing the bed with someone who you had just fucked. 

The very next morning, you woke up to an empty room. His luggage was gone too. You looked to your side, surprised to see that your clothes were neatly folded and placed on the bed. But what caught your attention was a note placed on the bedside drawer. Reaching over, you opened it and read the handwritten message. 

Hey, 

I realised that I didn’t get your name and that’s very rude of me. Sorry that I didn’t wake you up as I had to leave for the airport. But if you’d like, perhaps we can get to know one another more? You can text me if you want. I’ve left my number below. Oh and, you can keep my clothes. They look better on you ;)

Regards,  Park Jongseong (Jay) xx-xxxx-xxxx

[neuvistar]

HI MARYSE thinkin' about tattoo!artist blade who thinks of ur whole body as a brand new delicate canvas for him, pretty tattoos going from ur breasts to your womb, and of course it's never without his " watermark " ( it's his name in mandarin ) on ur thigh<3 thinking about the way he's so proud of his works that he can't keep his hands to himself when he's (finger)fucking you

❝ HIS PRIZED POSSESSION. ❞ signed. blade . wc. 809 .

— featuring ┊tattoo artist!blade x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual! not proofread. TATTOO ARTIST BLADIE TATTOO ARTIST BLADIE!!!!, established relationships, v4ginal fingering, cunilingus, use of nicknames, feminine terms used, jus a TAAAAD bit of pussydrunk!bladie ♡ | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒? @yngxing

— a/n ┊ANON U ARE SOOOOAURRE SMART. i loved this ask a little TEWWWW much that i decided 2 make a small fic out of it >:) THANK U 4 SENDING ME THIS… YUMMERS. (also… it’s been so long so i’m sorry 4 the VERY late response this is insane)

it’s no doubt that you were blade’s favourite customer, of course! you were his girlfriend! but yet, it shows in his works and the way he treats you. he can’t help it, really.. who wouldn’t be fond of someone as pretty as you? your body was delicate—it was worth worshipping in his eyes, it’s safe to say that it’s hard for him not to lose control. your perfect body was a sight to behold, blessing his eyes with newfound lust and pride. as he leaned in, his hands released your thighs as he dropped to his knees before you, his dark gaze burning with desire as he yanked your sundress up, baring you completely. blade admired his past work, absorbing the beauty of the tattoo on your breast, his initials over your womb, and his name over your thigh. “hmph. take those panties off and lift your skirt up more. i can't be doing this with your clothes on.” blade instructed, his brows furrowed as he pulled you towards his face. “don’t be shy now. it’ll be better to mark you as mine this way.” he bowed his head forward, his tongue flicking against your clit, the sensation sending shockwaves through your body.

"bladie!” you cried out in pleasure, hands fisting in his long dark hair. your boyfriend lapped at your drenched cunt, sparing no mercy as he drove you to the edge.. your back arching off the chair. the scent of his dominance and need fills the air, the heat between you both was thick and palpable. blade’s hand drifts to the side of your thigh, his thumb brushing over your skin through your dress. he growled against your pussy, the sound low and demanding. your face scrunched at the sounds of slurping and sucking from below; your hips arching to meet his tongue. “good.. so good.” blade suckled on your swollen folds like a starved man, feeling it pulse beneath his lips. he could sense the heat radiating from your core, making his own desire grow even stronger. his wet muscle flicked and circled, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each stroke.. it would be unfortunate if another customer walked in on this.

“pretty." he whispered, a wicked expression spreading across his face. and with that, he dove back in, his tongue plunging deep within you. his thumb toyed with your bud, the sensitive nub pulsing in response to his touch. letting out a rough guttural moan, his hands released your thigh to caress the tattoo on your womb, admiring his work once more as the ache in his groin grew more intense with each passing second. “mine.. mine.” sweat glistened on your bodies as you moved together, the room filled with the sounds of your sounds of pleasure. blade was determined to make you feel every ounce of ecstasy and pride he had in his body. he wanted this, he wanted to claim you.. show just how—proud he is of his work.

“.. can you take my fingers?” he asked you suddenly, his voice muffled against your cunt. “these fingers that have worked tirelessly to show everyone you belong to me.” his words are a mix of semi-praise and tease, his fingers spreading your lips open, watching as the slickness coats his digits. he’s enjoying this, the control he has over your body, the way you respond to his touch. “these tattoos.. are staying here forever.” his finger slid inside, stretching you completely wide. he loved this part, making you helplessly needy for his touch. blade knew he could take your body to the edge and back, control you completely.. a slow, sensual invasion meant to calm your nerves and ground you in the here and now. his eyes locked on your face, gauging your reactions and facial expressions. fuck, he knew you hated this combination. you hated that stupid combination of his fingers and his tongue, knowing it’ll make you cum quicker than usual.

blade couldn't get enough of you. no matter how many times he’d touch you, draw tattoos on you, kissed you, it was never enough for him. he wanted more, and he demanded for more. he could cover your entire body up with tattoos for all he cares! his talented tongue delved deeper, flicking and teasing your heat mercilessly. blade absolutely delighted in making you squirm, taking pleasure in your moans and whimpers… you were overwhelmed with everything, especially when blade’s fingers slipped in and out so easily like this. it was almost impressive. he hummed appreciatively at your wetness, a testament to how much you craved his touch.

“so wet.” blade muttered against your pussy, his voice thick with lust. "every touch, every kiss, every orgasm, it all belongs to me. no one else gets to enjoy your sweet body like this.”

…

“especially with my name signed on your womb.”

[bbina]

alone together ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . reality

── taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.

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today is the practical music department's practical exam. the day wonbin has been waiting for to come

for the past two weeks, wonbin has been composing, producing a song cover with his partner chaewon, who he had grown close with in such a short amount of time

then again, spending time together in a close quarters can do wonders to a relationship

wonbin's eyes scan through the not so empty auditorium. their practical exam also counts as a school event to show support for the students who are enrolled in the performance department so students are welcome to come and watch

"bin? you okay?" wonbin hears chaewon ask from behind. he scrunches his nose when he sees no familiar faces among the crowds. he then turns to chaewon and smiles at her

"yep. totally fine" wonbin smiles lazily

"are you expecting someone out there today?" chaewon quips, moving closer to the curtain to see the crowd herself

wonbin pauses for a second. was he expecting someone?

yes.

"no" wonbin shrugs. he ignores the weird feeling brewing in his stomach when he realizes that you won't come watch his performance

wait a minute, did he even tell you to come?

on the other side of the stage, sion and seunghan were making ruckus. mostly seunghan who was getting slight stage fright

"i think i'm gonna die out there" seunghan dramatically falls limp on sion who was busy setting up his bass guitar and fixing his music notes

"dude! just do it how we practiced yesterday" sion groans, pushing seunghan off of him.

"i'm nervous.. what if we get booed on" seunghan cries out. sion rolls his eyes in response, leaving seunghan alone to take a peek at the audience.

sion's eyes dart towards the seat he had reserved specifically for you. he had texted you earlier a picture of your seat and you simply replied that you can't wait much longer to watch them perform

"who are you looking for at this important time!" seunghan complains, resting his chin on top of sion's head as he also checks the audience

"y/n" sion simply replies

"WHAT?! YOU INVITED Y/N?!"

all students backstage (including wonbin) suddenly looked towards sion and seunghan's direction after his dumbass decided to scream at the top of his lungs.

wonbin's ears perk up at the mention of your name. he snaps his head towards seunghan's direction almost immediately

you were coming all along?

wonbin doesn't understand what he was feeling. was he suddenly excited? was he nervous? did he somehow get stage fright the second seunghan mentioned that you were going to attend the performance?

"wonbin!" chaewon claps her hands in front of his face. seems like he was in a trance

he looks at chaewon with his eyebrows raised, mouthing 'what?'

"the show is about to begin!" she exclaims, grabbing his hand and dragging him to their waiting room to patiently wait for their turn

. . . ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

wonbin couldn't sit still knowing the fact that you were coming. after recent events, he's not sure if he wants to even look at you in the eye right now

he recalls your last text message to him that he had left on read. yeah, dick move on his part but he couldn't stand to see that you were right

friends don't kiss. friends don't make out. friends do not act like they're in a relationship

and yet, that’s the way you two have been for the past few months

unconsciously, wonbin looks through your old text messages. back when things weren't that complicated. for some reason, that puts him to ease. reading your sweet words that was for him and him alone

chaewon couldn't help but notice the change of demeanour. just a few moments ago, wonbin was all calm and collected but all of a sudden, he wasn't

like he was expecting someone

but she doesn't pry much. opting to leave him alone. which in retrospect, is what he needed at the moment

"next performance is kim chaewon and park wonbin. kim chaewon and park wonbin" a student producer walks in their waiting room to notify them about their cue

wonbin and chaewon both stand up from the couch. they exchange looks before wonbin reaches over for her hand, gripping them tightly as his own way of saying good luck

without another word, they walk out of their waiting room hand in hand as they head towards the stage.

seunghan, who was watching all their classmates on the side couldn't help but notice the two walk in hand in hand. he covers his mouth to prevent himself from gasping out loud seeing the sight before him.

wonbin and chaewon holding hands

he was already irritated with wonbin after finding out what happened between the two of you and now he sees this? maybe wonbin needs to hear what he has in his mind because this was definitely not it

and of course, like it was fate, you just had to walk in

"boo!" you scare seunghan, grabbing his shoulders. you are yet to see wonbin and chaewon who were literally meters away from the two of you

and then you do.

wonbin was holding hands with chaewon

the sight before you just broke your heart into pieces. your eyes widened as you make eye contact with wonbin. in an instant, he shrugs off chaewon, wiping his hands on the fabric of his pants but it was no use. you already saw it

you divert your attention back to seunghan, who was watching you the entire time

"good luck on the show, hanie!" you smile, patting his head before you motion that you'd be sitting with the audience

wonbin wanted to run after you. he wants to explain that it isn't what you think it is but he doesn't. he stands still, waiting for their names to be called up to the stage

instead, he stares at seunghan who was shaking his head before walking away

wonbin swallows hard, maybe he really did fuck up

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . .

you harshly wipe your tears on the way to your seat that sion had reserved for you. you told yourself you wouldn't care but seeing it up close and personal hits different

it was a brutal slap in the face by reality

when you finally get to your seat, it was wonbin's turn to perform

"next performers are kim chaewon and park wonbin" the host says onto the mic

wonbin and chaewon emerge to the stage. wonbin was carrying his signature sticker-filled guitar while chaewon was bringing the microphones

they take their seats on their own little set before they start singing

"the song we are going to sing is our own rendition of 'until i found you' by stephen sanchez" chaewon says into the mic

the crowd coos at her. you took it upon yourself to not roll your eyes because that was rude. she had nothing to do with your current situation so you couldn't put all the blame on her

they exchange looks before wonbin starts strumming on his guitar, promptly starting their performance

you start to think that coming here was a mistake but you remind yourself that you didn't come here for wonbin but for sion

throughout the song, you busied yourself with your phone. in your ears, it sounded like they were singing it to each other with the way they take turns on singing some parts

your mind drifts off to the night you and wonbin shared your first kiss. it was almost exactly like this very moment except you weren't singing with him but he was singing at you. your heart aches at the memory. what once was a beautiful memory is now ruined

i said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" i was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

you unconsciously looked up at the lyric and ultimately meeting wonbin's eyes. it was like he was singing that line to you directly but you knew better. the way chaewon was looking at him right now tells a different story

you shake your head lightly, not really expecting him to notice but unfortunately he does

wonbin almost forgets the chords he practiced for two whole weeks seeing your reaction to be like that but lucky for him, the song was already ending

and before he knows it, the crowd was already giving them their round of applause

"thank you guys for watching!" chaewon exclaims, waving to the crowd. the crowd screams at the action causing chaewon to blush. she turns to wonbin and smiles widely at him to which he promptly returns the smile

they link arms once more before they bow together in front of the audience and with that, they scurry off to the backstage

turns out it was seunghan and sion's turn after them so wonbin and chaewon bumped into the two

"good luck up there!" chaewon smiles at sion and seunghan who both politely smile back at their classmate

wonbin pats sion's back as his own way of saying good luck while he just stares at seunghan. seunghan purses his lips shut as he ushers sion up to the stage by pushing him

"calm your dick, seunghan! you're making me more nervous than i should!" sion grumbles, walking up to the stage the moment he hears their names being called by the host

"up next is oh sion and hong seunghan!"

wonbin decides to stay backstage, just next to the stage where he has a good view at your seat. he watches the way you have visibly lit up when sion and seunghan came up to the stage in contrast with him on stage earlier. you did not spare a single glance during his performance with chaewon

he gets it really after what's been going on between the two of you but for some unknown reason, it stings

wonbin feels someone grab onto his shoulder, it was chaewon

"i'll be with my girls after this. you'll be okay on your own?" she asks politely, checking her phone for the time

wonbin nods, ushering her away playfully

"yeah. i'll call you later" he says, bidding goodbye to the bob haired girl who giggles before walking away, "bye chae"

wonbin turns his attention back to you who's now filming the performance on stage. he couldn't help but frown. why was this bothering a lot more than it should

he made it loud and clear that you two were simply friends but what the fuck?

the performance of sion and seunghan end with again, a round of applause from the audience but wonbin can hear your voice loud and clear

"go kungkungsi! go hanie!"

kungkungsi... is that your nickname to sion now? you two are on nickname basis from just one date?, wonbin thought to himself bitterly. he pushes himself off the wall to walk away when sion and seunghan finally came back down from the stage

"congrats guys" wonbin smiles weakly at the two boys, careful not to draw any attention from sion in case he was clueless about the situation

seunghan simply nods while sion shows him a thumbs up, clearly tired too from his performance as he did play bass

wonbin turns around to walk away to head back to his waiting room to grab his things when he suddenly sees you. you were smiling so widely and waving like crazy

wonbin suddenly thinks a miracle had just occurred. were you not mad at him anymore that you were smiling and waving at him? so much that he slowly opened his arms only for you to walk past him directly and hugged sion and seunghan instead

okay. ouch

wonbin slowly turns his head but regrets it almost immediately when the sight before him was you hugging sion. you pull away from him to hand him something. wonbin can't really tell what it was but it kinda looked like ice cream

he watches the way sion bursts out laughing at your gift, like its some inside joke between the two of you cause what was so funny with mint chocolate ice cream of all things?

his thoughts however are disrupted when he hears chaewon calling his name again

"wonbin-ah!" chaewon calls from the other side of the backstage. he winces when he was caught up in this situation again where you are present. "the girls want you to join us. come on!" she yells out, waving her hand over

he looks at you instinctively, checking your reaction but to his surprise (and hurt), you had no reaction as you were too busy fooling around with sion and seunghan to even notice

with that, wonbin heaves a heavy sigh before he walks over to chaewon

before they leave backstage, he takes one more look at you

for the first time, you aren't looking back at him

and that hurt him. a lot more than it should.