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hxt1b · 4 years ago

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Let’s Just Let it Go

Doyoung x Reader

Genre: Angst, some fluff (it’s there I swear) CollegeAU (HockeyPlayer!Doyoung)

Warning: MATURE CONTENT/DARK THEMES, drinking (drink responsibly please), SMUT, swearing, TW sexual assault.

WC: 11k

Song Rec: when the party’s over by Billie Eilish

Accompanying Stories: As Long As I’m Here, Isn’t It Lovely All Alone.

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Hockey AU Masterlist

A/N: You do not have to read all the stories to read this one. You can read this as a standalone, however reading the other two will give a better understanding of the backgrounds of the characters so if you do read all I’d suggest reading the other two first. However, by all means this can be read independently you will still understand the plot and everything without reading the other two. Lastly, please excuse the grammar, I read it over but still some things may have slipped through.

“You keep condoms in your wallet?” You asked looking up at him. Doyoung’s head was swimming, but then again that much alcohol would do that to you.

“Would you rather I didn’t have one right now?” he asked his words slurring. You shook your head. Doyoung smirked returning his attention to opening the packet and putting the condom on. He pushed you into the wall again, grabbing you from the back of your thighs forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he pushed into you.

“Fuck,” He grunted as he began to move in you. To be honest, Doyoung didn’t remember your name, he had asked, but he couldn’t recall. You’d met a couple of hours ago in the packed club, Doyoung was seeing double of everyone by the time his eyes landed on you, keeping his steps stable was a feat as he made his way over to where you were dancing, drawing you in however wasn’t that hard. You were just as drunk as him.

Your arms looped around his neck as you filled his ears with breathy moans. Doyoung was so far gone, his mind was empty as you tightened around him. A few more thrusts and he came, letting his head fall into your shoulder as he did. You stilled against him; he didn’t really know if you finished. But he was too drunk to care. After getting his breathing to even out slightly he pulled out of you.

“Well,” He said as he carefully took off the condom, “Thank you I guess.” He looked around the bathroom locating the garbage can and tossed the used condom into it. With that, he left the bathroom not looking back at you. He was still stumbling seeing two of everyone one that passed by him.

He laughed to himself as he ran into a chair. But it was better this way, he didn’t remember anything this way. Kim Doyoung could successfully say that he had just wrapped up the most unmemorable summer of his life. Unmemorable because he was drunk throughout the entire thing, but it was okay because not once this summer did Doyoung think about the girl that cheated on him. Not once did he think about Yuta, the man that he looked up to. The one that slept with his girlfriend. Nope, they didn’t even cross his mind.

But they did.

Every damn day.

---

“Get up.” The voice pounded in Doyoung’s head and a hand reached out and shook him. He grumbled. Slowly opening his eyes, he glared up at Kun. He watched as his friend rolled his eyes at him.

“We have practice.” Doyoung pulled his blanket over his head, he shouldn’t have drank last night. “Come on.”

What a new kind of hell he’d entered. He’d told himself that once the hockey practice started, he’d be fine. He wouldn’t drink, Yuta had managed to graduate, he’d avoid his ex, the campus was big enough. He could still avoid his ex, she wasn’t even on campus yet. Only the athletes were here a month before everyone. But the not drinking once hockey started, that didn’t happen, so he told himself when the semester started, and today after practice the semester started, he would have to stop drinking and his ex would be back.

He groaned again throwing his covers off of himself and getting up. His head ached with each step he took towards the shared bathroom. They had moved, this house was bigger but they still needed to share a bathroom, well at least Ten, Jaehyun, Jungwoo and himself did. Kun upon stepping into the master room with the huge en-suite pulled his new captain status on them and took the damn room.

“You’re just waking up?” Jaehyun asked him, as he passed the younger boy in the hallway. Doyoung didn’t respond just walked past him keeping his head down.

Getting into the bathroom he looked at himself, taking in his appearance, he had a huge hickey on the side of his neck, how he got it was a slight blur to him. He remembered flashes of the night only. His hair was sticking out into a million directions he looked awful, he looked sick. Looking away from himself he grabbed his toothbrush and got ready for practice, he was gonna need a gallon of coffee.

Hockey was an escape, he could be as brutal as he wanted on the ice, he was itching for a proper game so that he wouldn’t have to hold himself back he couldn’t bang up his teammates. He needed a game.

Well, it was an escape until the new guy opened his mouth.

“Hungover again Kim, why am I not shocked?” Doyoung sneered at the man lacing up his skates as he walked into the change room. His hands clenching into fists at his side, but he didn’t reply, because he was hungover, and this guy was the only one that called him out on it. Because he was the only one that didn’t know. Yet, it didn’t make Doyoung hate him any less.

What kind of a nickname was Winwin anyway?

Rolling his eyes Doyoung dumped his stuff into his cubby taking his gear out and getting ready for practice.

“Ignore him,” Kun said from his left.

“I am,” Doyoung replied.

On the ice, Doyoung couldn’t deny the new kid was an ace, why he transferred to their school he couldn’t say. He used to play for the team that they lost to last year, one step away from the cup. But that school had a killer roaster, this kid being one of the beasts on it, but here he was. Skating towards Doyoung with the puck. Their coach was ending this practice with a scrimmage, the hockey season would be starting in a few days and the coach claimed that this would re-charge everyone’s competitive sides because this was their season.

He let him get close before he began his chase, letting Winwin come to him before blocking his path he hit him into the boards. It wasn’t a hard hit, but it was a hit. They both lost the puck as Winwin bounded off the plexiglass and slammed his hands into Doyoung’s chest.

“What the fuck man?!” He asked. Doyoung shrugged, their coach was yelling as he skated over. Kun already there grabbing Winwin as he glared at Doyoung.

“What on earth are you doing kid?” The coach barked at Doyoung.

“Sorry I just got into it.” He said not feeling sorry at all. Maybe he wasn’t doing the best job of ignoring him.

“Apologize to him.” He mentally scowled, he didn’t appreciate being treated like he was a toddler.

“Sorry.”

“Okay get off the ice, shower. Practice is over!”

“Dude you gotta relax.” Ten said skating next to Doyoung.

“Why the fuck do they even call him Winwin?” Doyoung’s irritation was evident “I fucking hate the guy.

“It’s because he fucking Wins, they use to call him their lucky charm ‘Winwin.’”

---

Loneliness was a part of life that you accepted long ago, it was something that just came with your life. Your parents were rich, and they shouldn't have had kids, because they couldn’t give two shits about the two children they had. So, loneliness wasn’t an issue for you not until the reality settled in that this wasn’t loneliness it was abandonment and that was a hard pill to swallow. Looking around your dorm you took in your roommate's side it was decorated in whites, it kind of hurt your eyes but you weren’t going to say anything. It was better than being stuck in an apartment with your brother. You felt bad when you left him alone in the huge penthouse seeing as you were the reason that the two of you were here. But you couldn’t take it there anymore everything reminded you of the fact that your parents didn’t care about you.

Your phone rang pulling you away from the anger that was bubbling up inside of you at the thought of your parents. Being replaced by a growing laugh as you looked at the caller ID. Your brother.

“Hello.” You answered.

“Want to move back yet?” He teased.

“No, I do not I actually like it here.” You replied getting off your bed and beginning to pace your room. He laughed, the sound making you smile.

“I was just teasing. I called to ask if you wanted to get lunch together today?” He asked. You frowned.

“Sicheng, you aren’t eating with your teammates yet?” Your tone not hiding your disappointment.

“No,” he replied curtly.

“Be nice to them, be friends with them.”

He ignored you, “So are you going to eat with me or not?”

“No, I’ll be eating with my roommate.” You answered as she came into the room, she smiled at you having heard what you said, and you smiled back. Despite her obsession with white, you actually really liked her. “Speaking of whom, I gotta go now.”

“Fine.”

---

By lunch, Doyoung was starving, having not had time to eat after he showered in the change room. His stomach was grumbling loudly when he took his seat next to Kun at their table in the cafeteria.

“You know I’m shocked by how good the cafeteria food is here.” Mark, a first-year rookie, said drawing the attention of the table.

“Yo same, people complain a lot about cafeteria food I was actually stressed.” Hendery another rookie agreed.

Doyoung nodded, “We lucked out.”

“Yo Winwin, come sit here!” Kun yelled from next to Doyoung making him turn his head in the direction Kun was yelling in. Winwin stopped in his tracks and looked over at the table. Doyoung glared at the side of Kun’s head, but Kun ignored him.

“Be nice,” Kun muttered to him as Winwin sat down across from him at the only empty seat on the table. Doyoung did his best not to scowl. Doyoung retreated into his own brain as the table continued to chat. He focused on the broccoli on his plate. He didn’t dare look around the cafeteria.

Fuck looking at the insufferable cocky bastard in front of him, he was afraid he would see his ex. Ever since practice ended in the morning he was on edge; he didn’t want to run into her in a hallway again he was afraid because he didn’t know how he’d react. He wanted to say he wouldn’t care that he’d just walk by her and maybe he would, but he felt like he wouldn’t the risk was too high.

“So, the party is at our place on Friday to kick off the year, that way we can celebrate the four rookies joining our team, along with Winwin coming to us this year and our boy Jungwoo finally hitting the ice in a game,” Jaehyun said, as Doyoung finally tuned back into the boy's conversation.

“So, you’ll come Winwin?” Ten asked. Doyoung looked up at him frowning, the younger boy played with the fries on his plate as he nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll come by.”

“Cool bring friends if you want to.” Ten said smiling at him.

---

Doyoung made it to Friday without a drink, and then he thought about how he promised himself he wouldn’t drink when the semester started. He then re-evaluated his choice and edited his promise, he wouldn’t drink without cause this semester, and a start of the year party was cause. Was it not? The boy in the mirror smiled back at him as he held his cup up to his reflection in a cheers before downing it.

It was most definitely cause.

Leaving his room his body already buzzing he skipped down the stairs, straight into a girl. You. Doyoung looked you up and down, taking in the tight jeans you had on. He liked the way they made your ass look. He also really liked the baby pink top you had on. It was clinging to you like a second skin showing off your assets. Doyoung smirked down at you, for some reason you looked familiar.

“I’m sorry about that.” He said and you scoffed.

“Whatever.”

Doyoung stared at your back as you walked away confused at the reaction he gleaned. He’d never been bad with chicks or at least he thought he wasn’t. He looked over at your friend who shrugged at him before following you.

His house was full of people he didn’t know, and some he did. But he was at ease, this was one place he knew that his ex wouldn’t show up. So, with a quiet laugh to himself, he followed you into the living room. You were standing beside Winwin. He leaned against the wall and watched you interact with his teammate; the interaction was friendly. From the way you reacted to him it was easy to see that the two of you were close.

“What are you looking at?” Xiaojun, another first-year rookie, asked coming up next to him.

Doyoung replied by nodding his head in the direction of the pair, and Xiaojun nodded.

“His sister is hot, isn’t she?” Doyoung froze as the words left the youngers mouth. Sister.

And then it came to him, the image of you pressed against a bathroom wall, with your dress pushed up as he moved inside you. Doyoung mentally facepalmed as he remembered how he left you. Turning away Xiaojun, Doyoung moved out of the living room and into the kitchen. He went straight to the cabinet where Jaehyun kept his good liquor. Pulling out a large bottle of tequila Doyoung looked around for a shot glass. He turned around and straight into Jaehyun himself. Jaehyun looked at him with a ‘what are you doing’ expression on his face.

“I will buy you more.” Doyoung simply said finally locating the object he was looking for. Bringing the small glass over to his spot he poured some for himself. Jaehyun watched him as he tipped his head back downing the alcohol not even flinching at the burn.

“Whoa,” Jaehyun said as Doyoung went to pour himself another one. “Aren’t you trying to like drink less or something?”

“I slept with Winwin’s sister.” He quickly replied taking the next shot.

“Just now?” Jaehyun asked taking the shot glass from Doyoung after poured himself another shot.

“No. Last week.”

“Dude what the fuck.”

“Dude what the fuck indeed.” Your voice cut into their conversation making them both snap their head towards you. Leaning forward you took the full shot glass from Jaehyun’s hand and drank it.

“I didn’t even get to finish.” You said after the burn in your throat subsided. Doyoung flushed as the memory of how he left you in the bathroom flooded his mind. Jaehyun looked at him a shocked expression on his face before he broke into a smile. Doyoung could tell he was trying not to laugh at him.

He scowled in your direction taking the shot glass from you before pouring himself another shot. Jaehyun took it before he could drink it.

“Slow down,” Jaehyun said the previous laughter gone. Doyoung rolled his eyes and moved to walk away from you and Jaehyun.

“You know,” You said moving into his space. The two shots he’d just taken hadn’t quite hit him full force yet. “up until you ran away from me, I was actually having a good time.” Your chest brushed his as you leaned further into him. Doyoung narrowed his eyes but didn’t back away from you.

“Too bad you don’t actually know how to make a girl cum.” You pulled away from him taking the shot glass again. Doyoung glared at the side of your head as you poured yourself another shot. He looked past you meeting Jaehyun eyes again, the boy flat out laughing this time.

“I do, in fact, know how to make a girl cum.” He said. You scoffed.

“I wouldn’t know.” You replied and threw your head back taking the shot. You shot him a wink before walking away from him. Jaehyun only laughed harder when Doyoung looked at him again. Sneering at the younger boy he reached for the shot glass again.

“No,” Jaehyun said grabbing it before he did. “Pace yourself, Kun will slaughter you. You promised.” He regretted speaking to the new captain sometimes, he regretted telling Kun so much, but he did need help keeping himself in check. Doyoung rolled his eyes at Jaehyun before walking away.

For the rest of the party, he couldn’t get his mind off of you. You stuck to your brother and your friend for the majority of the party and Doyoung didn’t like to interact with him more than he already needed to. Taking his eyes off you as you laughed at something your friend said Doyoung looked around the living room, Kun and Jaehyun weren’t anywhere in sight. He could only spot the rookies as they played beer pong in the corner of the room. Getting up from his spot on the couch he made his way into the kitchen again not seeing any of his roommates. Taking his chance, he made his way to the cabinet pulling it open and grabbing Jaehyun’s Tequila again. Your words pounding in his head as he took a shot straight from the bottle.

“Getting shit-faced as usual,” Winwin said coming into the kitchen. Doyoung didn’t look at him as he took another swing.

“How about you mind your own business,” Doyoung said and brushed past him back into the living room taking the bottle with him. His eyes narrowed in on you as you swayed to the music. Doyoung wasn’t in the mood of arguing with Winwin but if he had been he would have claimed that this was nothing compared to how his drinking usually went. He hadn’t had more than a couple of sips of Kun’s drink after the shots he took in the kitchen until now. Walking up to you he caught your attention, your eyes landing on the bottle he held in his hand.

He let you take it from him as he leaned into the wall. He watched you take a drink some of the alcohol flowing out the corner of your mouth.

“Where did your friend go?” He asked as you wiped at your mouth.

“Home. She’s not really into parties.” You replied. Doyoung watched as you licked your lips passing him the bottle back. But he didn’t want the alcohol. His mind running as he took you in, his mind flashing to the night last week.

“That’s a shame.” He replied. Your eyes darkened as he reached out and pulled you to him. “So, you're just here all by yourself now. Hanging out with your brother.” His hand moving to the side of your neck as he looked down at you. You let him, biting your lip as you looked up at him.

“There’s nothing wrong with hanging out with my brother.” You replied.

“No there isn’t except that you aren’t hanging out with him right now, are you?” You frowned up at him and then looked around the room. Doyoung followed your gaze, Winwin was still in the kitchen. Doyoung smiled to himself as you turned your eyes back to him.

“It’s a good thing I came when I did.” You snickered at his words.

“Is it though?” He rolled his eyes at you. That was it, he could not go down in history with this shit on his name.

---

You crashed into his door, your back stinging from the impact but you ignored it as his lips returned to yours. His lips were rough, moving against yours at a bruising rate, you loved it. His hands were roaming your body pulling at your clothes.

“Bed.” You breathed against his mouth. He chuckled at you as he grabbed your hands holding them above your head as he continued to kiss you.

“You don’t get to call any shots babe.” He said, his mouth moving from your lips to your jaw, leaving a start mark on your skin. You moaned tilting your head to give him more space, he took the chance to leave soft kisses down your neck towards your chest. His hands letting yours go as he lowered himself down your body.

He looked up at you as he got on his knees, his fingers grabbing at the buttons of your jeans before undoing them. You watched as he undressed you, leaving you naked from the bottom half as you stepped out of your jeans. Doyoung licked his lips as he grabbed your leg draping it over his shoulder.

He pressed a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh, your breath hitched as you watched him. Your hand moving to his hair. He moaned softly when you tugged on the strands pulling him towards your wet heat. He pressed a kiss to your clit, using his fingers to separate your folds, relieving some of the tension that was boiling up in your body. You moaned when he darted his tongue out, a short lick. Before retreating again and looking up at you. Your eyes glassed over as you pulled at his hair again.

He obliged again, licking up your slit slowly, dragging his tongue through your wet folds. He groaned into you, the vibrations causing you to shiver. Your head fell back against the door and he took your clit into his mouth, sucking slowly. His tongue ghosting over it. You moved your hips against his mouth wanting him to add his fingers. But your words were lost on you, only nonsense flowing past your lips as he picked up his pace. Your moans grew louder as you drew closer, your eyes closed shut as you chased your climax.

His name rolled off your tongue as your back arched off the door. The muscles in your body tightened, as you clambered for a better grip on him. You felt his teeth gently nip at your hard nub and you crashed over the edge, your orgasm taking over your body as you pulled at his hair. He continued his ministrations, working you through your orgasm. Your body was in overdrive as you came down, a lot more sensitive than you previously were. You pulled at his hair again pulling away from you, he scowled up at you as you finally looked down at him. His lips were red and wet. He grabbed your hands as he got up. Pulling you to the bed.

He let you lay down, as he rounded the bed going to his nightstand. He pulled out silver handcuffs. Your breathing shallowed as you took in the steel in his hands.

“No more touching me.” He said as he placed a knee onto the bed leaning over you. He grabbed your hands bringing them up to his headboard. He closed one handcuff around your wrist the cold metal making you hiss as it came in contact with your skin. He looped the handcuffs around one of the metal rungs on his bed before bringing the other one to your other hand locking you in.

He took a second to look down at you, before leaning down and kissing your swollen lips. You moaned into him, his tongue brushing against yours, you could taste yourself on him and it was driving you crazy. Your thighs already moving against each other as your body reacted to him, more moisture pooling in between your legs.

“I probably should have taken this off first,” Doyoung said pulling away from your lips. His hands moving under your shirt pushing it up off you leaving it around your hands, he did the same with your bra.

“But then again, you’re not the most attentive to details, are you?” You teased, he narrowed his eyes at you pinching your nipple, earning a soft cry from you.

“I wouldn’t be saying shit like that right now.” He threatened, lowering his mouth to your breast. You gasped as he took your pointed nub into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple before letting it go. He glanced up at you before trailing wet kisses over to your other breast and doing the same thing there. You squirmed underneath him, clenching your thighs tightly as you got worked up again. He pulled back from your chest looking down at your closed legs, a chuckle leaving him as he looked back up at you. His eyes dark, his pupils blown.

Adjusting so that he was between your legs he hovered over you, leaving marks on your collarbone. You hissed moving against him, you could feel his erection through his jeans. You rolled your hips into him savouring the small amount of friction you were getting until he grabbed your hips and pushed them down into his bed. You groaned against his mouth as he pressed his mouth onto yours, his tongue pushing against yours.

Finally, his fingers connected with your core, he slid a finger into you using his thumb to rub your already abused and sensitive clit. A loud moan left you again as your wrists pulled against the handcuffs, the metal biting into your skin.

“Faster please.” You whined trying to move against his hand but not being able to, his hand holding your hip only tightened. You’d most definitely have a bruise there tomorrow. He picked up the pace. He kissed you harder as he added another finger, his tongue mirroring the actions of his hand as he propelled you towards another orgasm, your body seized up again, muscles tightening as you arched up into him. Your orgasm came faster this time, having already been worked up from the previous one. You panted against him as he pulled his fingers out of you, you watched biting your lower lip as he took his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“I’d say you’d agree, I’m actually great at making women cum.”

---

You walked into the cafeteria the next day for lunch, the hockey team as per usual was in their typical spot. Your brother sitting in the middle talking. You smiled as you neared the table coming up behind Doyoung. Kun smiled at you as you looped your arms around Doyoung’s neck. He stiffened for a second before turning his head to look at you, only relaxing when he realized it was you.

“Your dear brother is right there.” He said to you quietly.

“My brother doesn’t dictate who I fuck.” You replied pressing a kiss to his lips. Doyoung narrowed his eyes at you as you took the empty seat next to him. For some reason, you were really bold around this man, something you hadn’t been in a long time. You looked across the table feeling your brothers’ eyes on you. You smiled at him before turning back to Doyoung, but Doyoung was looking past you. Trying to get his attention but failing you followed his gaze, seeing a girl who was also staring back. You recognized the girl as your neighbour.

“Do you know her?” You asked finally getting Doyoung’s attention. He didn’t reply just pulled your chair closer before snaking his hand around the back of your head and pulling your lips to his. You kissed him back with the same desperation he displayed only pulling away when you needed to breathe. Kun whistled as you wiped at your lips, when you looked at Doyoung he was looking past you again. You threw a quick glance over your shoulder to see the girl gone.

“Doyoung?”

“My ex.” He answered you as he turned to his food.

---

Sitting in your room as Sena, your roommate and you waited for your next class you replayed the way Doyoung had reacted in the cafeteria.

“Sena,” you started looking over at her, “you said you stayed in this dorm last year too?” Sena nodded turning her attention to you. “Did you have the same neighbour?”

“Yeah, why?” She asked, now putting her pen down and turning her full attention to you.

“Her and Doyoung used to date, right?” Sena sighed her eyes moving around the room as she realized what you were asking.

“Yeah, they did. She cheated on him though. I would hear them sometimes, mostly Doyoung, but it was painful to hear. One night. He begged her to let him in for hours and she just left him out in the hall. It was all over campus too, she slept with his teammate. Yuta.”

You bit your lip as Sena turned back to her book, you didn’t know how to react. Being cheated on was a horrible thing but to have it happen with someone as close as your teammate.

“Fuck a teammate that doesn’t know the first thing about being a decent human.”

Your brothers’ words floated into your head. You were confused about how people could just so easily trample over others. You thought about Doyoung’s face at lunch, how quickly he shut off after seeing his ex. Your mind floating to the dark places you tried very hard to hide from as you remembered the last party you’d gone to at your old university.

“Crap Y/N we have ten minutes until class let’s get going,” Sena said as she scrambled to get her stuff together.

---

You saw Doyoung again after class, he was walking across the parking lot to his car. He hadn’t seen you yet but you smiled as you decided to make your way over to him, it was weird that you enjoyed his company only because besides fooling around nothing else had really happened. You made it to his car before he did. So, you took the extra free time to stare at him, you took in the way he scrunched his eyes against the autumn sun, the way the breeze blew through his hair.

“Doyoung!” You blinked your eyes away from him and moved your eyes in the direction of the call. You saw your neighbour again, you quickly looked back at Doyoung as he froze, stopping in his steps. You watched as his hands tightened into fists at his side and his chest rose and fell with deep breaths. He ignored her and continued in your directions towards the car.

“Hey,” You said softly catching his attention. His head snapped to yours as he unlocked his car. He didn’t smile at you just nodded. “You going home?” he nodded again taking his bottom lip between his teeth in a manner that showed he wasn’t happy.

“Get in.” He said as he yanked open his door. You obliged, pulling open the passenger door. You threw a glance over your shoulder. She was still standing there; you couldn’t help but sneer as you ducked into his car.

He was silent as he pulled out the parking lot, his hands holding the steering wheel tightly causing his knuckles to turn white. You leaned forward and looked at the side of his face, you stared, because he wasn’t even turning on the radio.

“Uh, you're being weird.” He said as you tilted your head more and moved closer to his side.

“Am I?” You asked, he furrowed his eyebrows and pushed you back taking one hand off the wheel.

“Tell me about it.” You said settling back into your seat, “Just say what’s bothering you it’ll help and I swear I won’t judge you.”

He stayed silent and you sighed.

“It can’t be worse than not knowing how to make a girl cum.” You joked. He scoffed as he glanced over at you again his face fighting a smile.

“You know that’s not true.” He replied.

“So, tell me.” You insisted again, “I mean I do know that she cheated on you.” You added bluntly. His barely-there smile disappearing again pushing him back into his silence.

“She doesn’t deserve this much from you, you know that?” you said as he pulled into his driveway. “This much energy, and time.” He parked the car, but he didn’t move, both of you stayed in your seats not even unbuckling your seat belts.

“She didn’t apologize, not once.” He was looking down at his hands. “Everyone tells me that she doesn’t deserve my time. She once told me that I didn’t deserve this, but you get what you deserve right? People always say that, what the fuck did I ever do to deserve this?” You shook your head as he spoke. Unbuckling your seat belt, you reached for him. Letting your hands guide his head so that he was looking at you, his eyes were watery and red filled with angry unshed tears.

“The world does not give you what you deserve Doyoung, the world is unfair, and people are cruel. You did not deserve to be cheated on.” He stared at you, his hands shaking. He blinked his eyes forcing the moisture away before he moved, grabbing your chin and pulling your lips to his. You let him, getting caught up in the way his lips moved against yours, he stole your air. Greedily moving his hands to your hair and you let yours slip to his shirt, holding him close to you.

He pulled away; his breathing uneven as he looked at you again.

“Why are you here?” He asked, and you smiled at him.

“Because babe, contrary to my jokes you can make a girl cum.”

---

Doyoung enjoyed your company, he liked your weird bluntness, your lack of fear of the world but most of all he liked the sex. He liked that you looked at him like you wanted to eat him. He like that he didn’t feel lonely around you. He just liked you.

“So we're basically friends with benefits then huh?” You asked pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked over at you, taking in the fact that you were still naked on his bed even though you two had fucked over an hour ago.

“I mean because like if we are I just wanna know if we're the kind that don’t fuck other people or if we’re the kind that do.” He was perplexed by your rambling not expecting you to say this, and he wasn’t sure how to respond not that he got the chance because you continued.

“I mean I’m not the type to sleep with more than one person like that, not that there’s anything wrong with people who do, I just would like to know if you’re, like you know, sleeping with people other than me that’s all.”

He smiled at you as your cheeks turned a dark shade of red as you let words pour out of your mouth.

“I’m not sleeping with anyone else.” He said cutting you off. You bit your lip, trying to hide the painfully obvious smile that was stretching across your face. Doyoung’s own smile only grew as he got up from his desk chair and moved to his bed climbing on top of you. He pressed his lips against yours lightly.

“Want to go out somewhere today?” he asked looking down at you.

“Like where?”

---

“An indoor theme park?” You asked your eyes widening as you took in the rides and attractions. “You know in the month that I’ve known you Kim Doyoung, I did not take you for the theme park type.” He smiled at you as you continued to look around your hand reaching for his the more excited you got.

“Come we have to start with this.” You said and began to pull him in the direction of the roller coaster. “No, wait,” You paused and pulled him in the other direction, “That’s gotta be last.” Doyoung laughed behind you letting you pull him.

“Doyoung!” You exclaimed in amusement stopping in your tracks as you got excited again. “Look how big that bear is.” Your eyes moved to Doyoung’s face a huge smile taking over your facial expression. He looked down at you, his eyebrow cocked up as he looked down at you.

“What?” You asked, getting slightly self-conscious as he looked at you.

“I haven’t said a single word, yet you know that?” He teased leaning towards you. You rolled your eyes and pushed at his chest.

“Get me the bear, Kim.”

He didn’t get you the bear, turned out Doyoung sucked at these kinds of games because he tried five times and each time won nothing. You had to drag him away from the stall because if you didn’t, he would have stayed there the entire time. Hours passed as you went on ride after ride and played a couple more games where you did win a small bear, you’d passed it to Doyoung with a teasing remark that had him glaring at you.

Exhausted you settled into the bench as you waited for Doyoung to come back with something to eat. You smiled at him when he looked over at you as he stood in the line for mini donuts, he winked back at you. A warm feeling settled into your stomach, you didn’t have time to think about it though as your phone began to ring.

“Hello, brother.” You said happily.

“Mom and dad called,” he said getting straight to the point, “They instructed that we have to go back for a dinner.” Your heart rate picked up as you processed what your brother had just said to you. You were beginning to feel warm as anger bubbled up inside you.

“After they kicked us out?” You asked. Your anger coming out in your tone. Winwin didn’t respond. “Fuck them I’m not going.”

“We have to Y/N, you know we have to.” He said and you hung up on him. Fuck them all. Who did they think they were? Winwin called again and you ignored the call turning your phone off. You didn’t want to deal with this right now. First, they kick you and your brother out over a business deal and now, now they were threatening money. You knew that you and your brother didn’t have incomes you knew that at the end of the day you still needed them. But you hated it.

You tucked your phone away, looking up at Doyoung as he walked over to you and sat down, you took a mini donut shoving it into your mouth, your mouth burning with how hot it was. You swore as you opened your mouth and took in air to cool it down. Doyoung laughed at you, and just like that the anger from earlier dissipated and the warm feeling you had from before came back. You watched Doyoung as you chewed and he laughed at you, you couldn’t get enough of his laugh. He laughed around you a lot, and to be honest, you lived for it.

“You’re so dumb.” He said still calming down from his laughing fit. His hand reached out rubbing at the corner of your mouth, wiping away sugar, and you swore your stomach felt like you were on the rollercoaster all over again.

---

His hands were everywhere, grabbing at everything. Loud breaths filled your ears as he panted around you, your heart was beating a mile a minute in the worst kind of way. You opened your mouth to scream but you couldn’t as he pushed his tongue down your mouth. You couldn’t push him away he was everywhere.

You woke up with a startle, your body drenched in a cold sweat. You shivered as your mind went into overdrive, your pulse drumming loudly as you turned over in your bed. You took in large breaths to try and calm yourself, to distract yourself from the memory. But every time you closed your eyes that night would come back.

“No.” You said as Dae swarmed you, backing you into a corner. He was drunk insanely drunk, you pushed at his chest as his hands began to wander up to your thigh.

He shushed you, his mouth coming down to yours. You shoved at him again turning your head to the side.

“Why are you being this difficult?” he asked, his hand shooting out and grabbing your wrists. Your mind went blank as his mouth pushed back against yours his tongue pushing into your mouth. His knee came up between your legs. You screamed, and before you knew it, he was ripped off you. Your brother over him, fists were flying everywhere but you couldn’t hear anything over your own hysteria. Your hands were shaking as you pushed out the room and out the house, gasping for air as you tried to calm your breathing.

More hands were around you, pulling you towards them but you pushed them away.

“Hey, hey.” It was Winwin, “I’m here. Let’s go home.” He said. You looked at him, your vision blurry. His lip was cut and from the way, his cheekbone was swelling you knew it would bruise tomorrow.

You cried harder.

You opened your eyes again, reaching for your phone. You thought that was gonna be the worst day of your life, but the next day was worse.

Hitting the call button, you held the phone up to your ear.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy, you realized that you’d woken him.

“Doyoung.” You said quietly, “Can you come get me?”

---

You weren’t shocked when he came, but that shocked you. The fact that you weren’t shocked. You could tell he was tired when he pulled up to your building.

“Sorry,” You said as you got into the car. He shook his head slightly shivering as he looked over at you.

“Are you okay?” You looked at your hands. You knew you could tell him, you knew you trusted him. You also knew that if you said you didn’t want to talk about it he’d just take you to his house and you’d sleep, but you needed to talk about it. You wanted to tell him.

“My parents called my brother today.” You started, “They want us to go see them for dinner.” You looked over at Doyoung taking in his reaction, he looked confused, but he didn’t say anything he just listened and waited for you to continue.

“My parents are complicated,” You continued, “they, well they kicked Winwin and I out at the end of the last school year…”

Your father was furious the next morning, you’d never seen him this mad. Your hands were trembling in your lap as you listened to him yell at your brother. Your anger rising.

“My deal fell through because you can’t keep your anger in check!” Your brother stayed silent as well, “Do you understand how much money we just lost, we’re all over the news our family name is ruined. They’re calling you a thug, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“He was coming on to me.” You finally said having enough, “H-he was trying to do things when I was saying no!” You yelled getting up. Your father turned his glare towards you. His eyes didn’t soften the way you expected them to.

“He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?” He asked his voice cold. Shock ran through your body at your fathers’ words. A business deal really meant more to him? You looked up at your mother who looked away from you. You blinked back tears as the rage in you rose again, you looked over at your brother who looked equally as shocked. His anger on his face.

“You two need to get out of my house. I have to show the world that I don’t support your stupid behaviour and there will be consequences. You both are going to a different school and I will send you a fixed fund and pay for your tuition, but you will not stay at my house. I do not want to see your faces.”

Doyoung listened intently as you told him everything, your hands fisting into your sweats as your anger rose inside you as you spoke. You couldn’t look at him though, you looked out the window.

“And now you have to go see him because if you don’t, he threatens to not pay for anything?” Doyoung asked. You nodded still not looking at him. His hand reached out and grabbed your arm, but you flinched. His hand instantly shot away from you.

“Baby, look at me.” He said keeping his hands to himself. You slowly turned your head to him; his face was angry. “That motherfucker that did that to you can rot in hell and your dad’s a greedy bastard. I’d say fuck it and don’t go but I understand why you have to.” He hesitantly reached for you again, this time you leaned into his reach taking his hand and pulling him towards you. “I – I can go with you if that would make you feel better.” He said.

You’d done a lot of things to help you get over the incident, one of those things was trying to find a guy at the bar and fuck him, to prove to yourself that you had control over your own body that what happened with Dae, and your dad did not need to take over your whole life. That you did what you wanted, and you had control over what you wanted, you didn’t regret it either because somehow it got you to him. You pressed your lips to his kissing him slowly. You didn’t understand what you felt for him, but you knew that there was something because when you were around him you felt warm and safe, and free.

---

You didn’t take Doyoung with you, but he told you that he’d have his phone on the entire time and that you could call him whenever. Getting out of your brothers’ car you both looked up at the huge house that you both use to call home.

“I fucking hate him.” You mumbled to yourself and you both made your way up the few steps to the front door. Winwin pressed the doorbell and you both waited only a few seconds before your mother pulled the door open for you two.

“Hello,” She said a tight smile on her face. “Please behave today, your father has put a lot of effort into making sure this day would come to be.” You were confused, you looked over at Winwin who mirrored your reaction. Effort into getting the two of you here?

Your confusion vanished when you followed your mother into the sitting from and saw him. He sat there with a smirk, his body relaxed as he leaned back in a high back chair. His father sitting on a couch beside his mother. You looked around the room for your father, he was already looking at you with a fake smile on his face.

“Welcome home kids.”

---

You followed your father into his office, Winwin at your heels, he’d ushered the two of you to follow him as a deafening silence filled the sitting room for ten minutes as you all stared at each other. Your hands were sweating so much that you had to wipe them on your dress every few minutes. You were glad the dress was black.

Your mother had finally ended the silence by announcing that the dinner was ready. Your father had ushered you after him the moment everyone had gotten up.

As Winwin closed the door of the office you glared at your father.

“What is th-”

He cut you off, “You will apologize to them after dinner, both of you. They agreed that the deal could be back on if you apologize.” You both balked at him. He didn’t allow either of you to speak before ushering you out of the room again. Both of you were too shocked to move still processing what your father had just said to you. When neither of you moved, he did, swinging open the door and walking out. You stared at your brother as he glared at the spot his father was standing in.

“Fuck that.” He said and stormed after your father, you scrambled after him.

“I don’t know what you thought was going to happen at this dinner, but the last thing we’re going to do is apologize to that fucking rat,” Winwin said stopping at the head of the long table as your father turned around and glared at him. The room was silent everyone staring at Winwin with wide eyes, even you were shocked.

“And your inheritance? Your funds? Don’t forget your place kid. You will apologize.” Your father replied calmly. Your brother was fuming, taking a step forward until he was standing right in front of your father.

“Fuck you and fuck your money.”

Your father snorted.

“How do you think your gonna afford your life boy?”

“We’ll figure it out, we don’t need you.” You finally said taking your brother's hand and pulling him with you. You both left the large dining room, taking hurried steps towards the front door, both itching to be out the house. You pushed the front door open and walked out.

“Go to the car,” Winwin said unlocking his car for you, “I have to grab something.” You nodded not questioning him and made your way to the car.

You opened the door and got in, but someone caught the door as you pulled it. Dae leaned down into your space grabbing your face in his hand. His mouth a fraction away from yours, your nose was assaulted with the strong cologne he overused.

“You think that you won?” he asked, “You didn’t, now you’re a broke bitch with nothing to your name. You’re a nobody.” You shoved him off of you kicking his shin as you did. He swore and let go of you backing up. He chuckled. “I heard about your new toy. I heard you suck his dick like a real whore would. So, it’s just me huh? It’s only a little bit before he gets bored of you. You aren’t enough and you never will be.”

He slammed the door shut as Winwin bound out the house. You watched your brother as anger took over his features again as saw Dae

“See you on the ice motherfucker,” Dae said slamming into Winwin's shoulder as he passed him.

“What did he say to you?” Winwin asked as he got into the car. You shook your head and looked away from him.

“Let’s just go.”

---

Three days and Doyoung hadn’t heard from you he’d called and texted only to be ignored. His head was spinning, he was feeling crazy. You weren’t his girlfriend, but he was losing it. His head ached as he stared at your contact. He felt lonely again his mind drifting to every place it shouldn’t go, every insecurity he’d developed lapping at him as he sat at the kitchen table. What happened? Did he do something wrong? Was it a mistake to tell you that he’d go with you? You hadn’t taken him after all, you hadn’t called him after and when he had called you, you’d ignored him. That awful feeling of abandonment hit him hard, his heart hurt and he couldn’t explain why.

He got up stalking over to the cabinet and pulling out Jaehyun’s alcohol again. He didn’t need a shot glass he just opened the bottle and took a swing, the liquor burned as it made its way down his throat. He didn’t give himself time to think before he drank more.

He wasn’t going to go see you, one because he couldn’t do that to himself this time not again, he couldn’t beg like he had with his ex. He also realized that he didn’t have a single clue where your dorm was. That realization also hurt because he’d let you into his life every inch of it, and the moment he found out something dark about you, you shut him out. He closed his eyes as he took another swing, no rational thought entering his mind as he did so.

“Why do they ruin all my good places?” He muttered to himself as he grabbed his keys from the key holder, stumbling towards the door.

“Hey what the fuck, Doyoung are you drunk?” Ten’s voice caught his attention as he opened the front door, cold hair hitting him as he did.

“I mean I don’t know.” He replied, his words kind of slurring. Ten furrowed his eyes brows at him rushing to him as he did.

“Were you going to drive?” He asked.

“I mean maybe. I don’t know.” He replied.

Ten narrowed his eyes at him and took his keys. Doyoung rolled his eyes and glared down at the boy.

“Well fine then you gotta drive me, okay?” he said and grabbed Ten's arm pulling him out the house towards his car.

“Why are you drunk on a Wednesday Doyoung, I thought you stopped this.” Ten said, Doyoung could sense the judgement in his friends’ words. But he’d expected it. His vision blurred as he leaned back into his seat, his head spinning from the alcohol. He closed his eyes and laughed.

“Ten my man, it’s because I’m a fucking loser and everyone leaves me.” His head fell to the side as Ten started the car.

“Take me to the indoor theme park.” He said and then laughed, “because I’m a sucker for a bad time.”

A couple of minutes later Ten was parked in the parking lot, but the theme park was closed. Doyoung just nodded his head as Ten told him leaning his head into the window.

“Did you really like her?” Ten asked, his voice soft. Doyoung shrugged.

“Not that it matters now.” But he did, the answer was yes. He liked you around him, he liked your laugh, your smile, the ease you gave him. He liked that you spoke too much practically all the time and never really thought about what you were about to say. He liked how you made him feel, he liked that you didn’t make him want to drink. He liked you.

Ten frowned, staring at Doyoung.

“I’m not back to drinking like before,” Doyoung said quietly, he wasn’t able to look at Ten. “I just – I’m not back to drinking okay?”

“Okay.”

“Give me a couple of minutes and then we can go.” Ten nodded at Doyoung’s words and turned up the music.

---

Doyoung was pissed, it had been a week and honestly, he didn’t give a fuck anymore, or at least he liked to tell himself that. He kept his word and didn’t drink, but that just meant that he was always angry, especially angry whenever he looked at Winwin.

“We’re playing against your old school huh?” Doyoung heard Jaehyun ask Winwin. The other boy only nodded as he got into his gear. Doyoung ground his teeth and continued to get dressed. He wanted to be out on the ice bad, his blood was pumping, he needed to let the anger out one way or another.

Halfway through the game, Doyoung was drenched in sweat, but his anger was coming down as he let himself be taken away by the sport. Adrenaline pumped through him as the whistle blew starting the third period. The other team got possession and Doyoung focused on defence. He kept his mind blank as he played only thinking about the game, Jungwoo checked the player with the puck, the puck going astray. Doyoung took his opening and claimed the puck, skating as he looked around for an open teammate to pass to. Seeing Winwin open he sent the puck down the ice in the same second he was slammed into the plexiglass. His ribs ached from the hit he slipped onto the ice and looked up at the guy who’d hit him, for some reason he was hovering over him still.

“How are my sloppy seconds?” He asked, “The prude give you blue balls yet?” Doyoung’s head spun as he slowly got up, he was used to hits so his usual recovery time wasn’t this slow but, then again, he never was hit this hard. “But then again I heard that she sucks your dick like a prostitute.” But he wasn’t slow to understand what this fuck was saying. Taking his gloves off as he got up, Doyoung swung at the other man. His hands shoving him hard in the chest, before skating after him and grabbing his jersey. Doyoung didn’t think he just began to punch him, he was shoved back his helmet coming off as the other boy took his own helmet off.

“Fuck you.” Doyoung spat, as the boy charged him, he got one good hit in. Straight to Doyoung’s jaw, before the refs were on them. Winwin was in front of him in seconds grabbing him from the ref.

“Relax.” The younger boy said as the ref ejected both Doyoung and the other guy.

“Let me go.” He said and shook Winwin off of him as he skated off the ice and went straight to the change room.

---

He was under the spray of the shower when you walked into the locker room. The steam was filling the locker room, making the air hot as you quietly walked in his direction. He saw you before you spoke his eyes darkening as you leaned against the wall.

“Doyoung.” You said his name softly, earning a glare from him. You deserved it; you’d let Dae’s words get to you. But now looking at him, taking the way he winced under the hot water the darkening bruise on his ribcage, the cut on his lip. You frowned.

Dae was wrong. You looked at Doyoung, you knew whatever happened on the ice was because of you, and he’d done that even when you’d ignored him.

“I’m sorry,” you said and took a step towards him.

“For what? Ignoring me? Or fucking with my head?” You didn’t reply just walked towards him, slowly getting under the water and letting your hands trace over his ribcage, your fingers skimming over the growing bruise.

“For everything.” You said, letting your hand move up to his wet hair. The water soaked into your clothes as you pulled him into you, he let you. His arms looping around your waist. You looked up at him watching his face soften as he took you in.

“Why’d you ignore me?” he asked. His breath fanning across your face.

“Someone told me I wasn’t enough for you and I believed them.” Doyoung’s hands tightened, you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against his. “I let my head get carried away with every insecurity I’ve ever had.”

“I’m glad you came to your senses.” He said, his hand moving your shirt up so that his fingers could trace your skin. He pressed his lips to yours kissing you slowly as he moved your wet shirt up your torso.

“Don’t ignore me next time.” He said moving his lips to your jaw, “Come talk to me instead.” You nodded and pulled out of his hold. Pushing him to the wall you ripped your shirt off over your head and quickly took off your pants.

“Promise.” You said, “but we don’t have that long until the game ends.” looking up at him through hooded eyes, you pressed yourself against him again, you kissed his jaw, before moving down to his collar bone, taking the skin onto your mouth you gently bit it before running your tongue over it as he hissed. You kissed down his chest to the side of his ribcage pressing hot kisses down his wet skin. Until you got to his erection, he was hard and ready for you. You squatted down taking him in your hand as you looked up at him, he looked at you through half-lidded eyes as you slowly moved your hand up and down his length before pressing a soft kiss to the head. He groaned before letting his head fall back as he tangled his hand into your wet hair.

“Babe,” He moaned as you took this tip into your mouth swirling your tongue around before moving him further into your mouth. Your hand working the rest of his cock as you continued to slowly move down on him.

You stopped when Doyoung removed his hand from your hair and grabbed your wrist, you looked up at him again. His chest was heaving, and he looked at you like he was ready to devour you.

“I love it when you give me head, but we really don’t have time for that.” He said moving himself out of your mouth. He pulled you up to him, his mouth joining yours again and his fingers trailed to your core.

“So wet.” He said dragging a finger through your fold. Pulling his hand away from you he turned you around before turning around himself, your front against the cold wall, you moaned at the contrast.

“Don’t take too long.” He said and lined himself up at your entrance. You moaned when he sank in his hands grabbing roughly at your ass before he started to thrust into you. You arched your back as you clenched around him, his cock twitching in you.

“You’re so tight.” He moaned, his hand grabbing at your shoulder as his thrusts became harsher. You heard the buzzer of the game, indicating that the game was over. Your moans grew louder as the idea of the entire hockey team rushing in hit you.

“Fuck,” Doyoung groaned his thrusts growing harsher, as you neared your climax. “You gotta cum now, pretty girl.” He said his arm winding around you so that his fingers could rub your clit. The added pressure pushed you along until your orgasm smashed into you. You moaned loudly as Doyoung continued to thrust into you, your muscles twitching around him pushing him to his climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He panicked as he pulled out of you, using his hand to reach his orgasm. “We forgot a condom.” You turned around pushing his hand away and working him with your own until he came. You pushed your lips against him, both of you breathing erratically as you kissed.

“What am I going to wear to get out.” You asked him pulling away from him. You both looked at your wet clothes.

“I have an extra hoodie here, and I can look in Ten’s cubby he’s probably got sweats that will fit you.”

He didn’t finish his sentence as the boys crashed into the locker room. Your eyes widened mirroring Doyoung’s. He quickly yanked you pulling you towards the line of toilet stalls. He shoved you in as the boys barked at each other not noticing the two of you yet.

“Sorry stay here.” He said shoving his towel at your chest.

“Dude why are you walking around naked?” You heard Mark ask as you wrapped the towel around yourself.

“Because I can.” You hear Doyoung mumble back, his tone irritated.

---

“You guys take forever in the change room.” You complained as Doyoung walked with you to the dorms.

“My coach would have killed us.” He stated as he pulled you into him. “I’m sorry though that’s the only thing I could think of.”

“Whatever it’s okay.”

“So, I finally get to go up to your dorm huh?” He asked, and you nodded.

“I would have brought you sooner, but I have a roommate who never leaves our room. I love her but damn is she anti-social. Getting her to that start of the year party was hard.” You explained as the two of you climbed the stairs. Doyoung looked at your ass as you walked up in front of him. It was hard not to. He was glad to hear that the reason for not seeing your dorm was because of something simple and not what he’d actually made it into in his head. You rounded out the stairwell pushing the door open into the hall of your floor. Doyoung froze as he realized what floor you lived on. A floor he’d been to many, many times last semester.

“Doyoung?” He heard her voice before he saw, and dread set into him again. He snapped his head towards her direction as your hand slipped into his. His ex was staring at him, her eyes slightly wide as she took in his profile. The cut lip, the slightly swelling jaw. He frowned at her.

“What?” He asked his voice cold.

“Uh, what happened to you?” She asked.

“None of your business.” He replied. She nodded. He watched her as she swallowed and hesitated again. He tightened his hand around yours again.

“Uh yeah. D-do you think I could talk to you in private for a second?” she asked glancing over at you.

“Whatever you have to say you can say in front of Y/N.”

“Yeah, okay sure, you know I – I realized I never apologized to you.” She finally said. Doyoung was shocked, he was silent for a few seconds. He wasn’t sure if he heard that right. He was only snapped out of his daze when you tugged on his hand lightly taking his attention from his ex to you. You looked up at him with a soft expression on your face, you looked so wholly his. The way you were looking at him his heart clenched as he looked back at his ex. Somewhere along the way, he realized that he didn’t care about his ex anymore, he didn’t miss her or want her back. He was hurt sure but that was fading too. He knew he wanted to hear this and here it was, and it felt like he was being freed.

“I forgive you.” She nodded her eyes filling with water. Doyoung turned away from her taking you into his arms.

“Now show me where your room is baby.” He said smiling down at you. You smiled up at him and nodded pulling him with you towards your room.

“It’s nothing special.” You said as you pushed the room door open. He didn’t look around as he closed the door behind him. Just pushed you onto your bed, kissing you.

He wasn’t gonna let you get away from him.

Not that you were planning on going anywhere.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this, I really hope you guy enjoyed it! Please let me know what you guys thought, any opinions or comments you have on the story are very much welcome I love to hear from you guys so please don’t hesitate to let me know what you think. Additionally if you have any constructive criticism don’t be afraid to let me know, I always want to get better so its welcome and appreciated.

The next part to this AU will be Winwin so please look forward to that! and once again thank your for reading I really hope you liked it!

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[SVT Imprinted] Junhui: Hate Me Not

Anonymous asked: hi! can i request imprinting with junhui and it goes like his mate hate his guts since he’s so cocky and all but circumstances force them to be in the same roof together and jun just try to get her attention but he at last exploded when his mate doesn’t give him attention and ends up with those angry smut turns fluff. that was long, sorry.

Characters: Junhui x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff and some crack at the end, smut (angry/jealous sex, dom!jun, unprotected sex [remember to use a condom friends!!!!], a lil overstim)

Word count: 5,746

Summary: Jun had imprinted a while ago, but he just never told anybody and kept his distance. You were a seemingly quiet girl who only ever studied in the library on campus, but Junhui still constantly went out of his way to impress you whenever he saw you. He just didn’t know that his actions were doing the opposite of what he intended.

Tags: @psshwa @uglyratlmao @brokenbutchocolate @shra-vasti @killcomet

Unable to tag: @junuoyi

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College parties were never really a big thing for the pack, even though Jun did go out to them from time to time. He never really drank a lot since he was nervous it would somehow get him worked up into shifting, so he usually stuck to two to three drinks and left it at that. But then again, he didn’t go to parties often -- some of his brothers went more often than even he did.

The only reason he felt like going to this one in particular was because he had overheard you were going. He sat in the library at the same time as usual, knowing you would be there, and he heard your friend trying to convince you to go. When you finally agreed, and your friend had given you the address and scurried off, he texted his pack to let them know he was going out tonight.

“Out?” Seungcheol quizzed when he’d gotten home.

Jun nodded, “Yeah.”

Truth be told, Jun had imprinted on you around the same time Mingyu had imprinted on Bomi. But with the commotion of everything else -- such as Mingyu almost dying, and Bomi’s old partner being after her and the pack -- he decided to keep him mouth shut and keep his distance just to keep you safe. Especially now with the Jinsoo problem, he was nervous about dragging you into his life.

He still tried to impress you, though. All he wanted was for you to look at him, and he always tried to get you to do so. He was cocky and confident, and he knew if it was attracting every other girl on campus, it was definitely attracting you. So he played into his strengths and always tried to be extra flirty and smiley so you’d notice and fall for him easier when the time came.

Well, if you hadn’t already done so.

“Jun, we have a few bad people on our asses, and you want to go to some college party?” the alpha asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

“Why are you acting like this isn’t a big deal?” Wonwoo asked him.

Again, he shrugged, “Why should it be? It’s not like any of them know where this place is.”

“They can track you, dumbass,” Bomi snapped. “Nobody will be there to protect you.”

Jun eyed the shorter girl, “You’re not scary when you don’t have any weapons.”

Seungcheol sighed, “Alright, I know you’re an adult and can do whatever you want, but if you go, I want you take a couple of the pack with you.”

Jun tried to avoid groaning and rolling his eyes. He was worried that having the pack around would ruin his chances trying to impress you. He considered maybe finally speaking to you at this party since he assumed nobody would be able to find him. But now, he’d have to flirt with you with his brothers watching and listening.

“Can I at least pick who goes?” Jun asked.

In the end, Jun made a mental list of who he would be more pleased about having tag along versus who he absolutely refused to invite. He wanted to ask the tall American, but he knew that meant Wonwoo would want to go, and Wonwoo was a kill joy when it came to parties. Then again, maybe she could bring out the fun side in him…

Second on his list was Hansol because the younger wolf was down for literally anything at any time. He was very laid back, and even if he brought Kira, it wouldn’t make much of a difference. The mated couple were like the same person, so both of them would be fine.

His third option was Minghao. The younger Chinese wolf was responsible, but would still know how to blend in with the party. His only concern was him feeling out of place as he sometimes did since he would still trip over his Korean words. He understood if Minghao turned him down, but he would prefer those five going with him over anybody else.

Faye agreed, which resulted in a very small argument with Wonwoo over whether or not they would go. In the end, Faye won and started to get ready, earning a few surprised yells from Wonwoo about her outfit being “too skimpy”.

“Wonwoo, my limbs are just long!” she’d whine back, stomping her feet like a child. “I’m trying my best!”

Kira and Hansol agreed without hesitation, which just left Minghao. The younger wolf was in his room when Jun went to find him to ask. It took a bit of coaxing, but he finally agreed. Jun grinned to himself, happy that he accomplished this much. Maybe it was a sign the night would turn out well.

The night was not going well for you. Not only had you been groped five times within the last thirty minutes of showing up, but the cocky foreign student you couldn’t stand had shown up. You were a bit surprised to see him with one of your coworkers, Faye, who worked with you at the bakery near the college campus. But as soon as they entered, the tall girl had grabbed the hand of her boyfriend and dragged him off, away from Jun.

You didn’t like Jun for quite a few reasons. He was loud, obnoxious, cocky, and all of your friends fell to their knees for him. It was embarrassing how easily they swooned over his awful traits. You could only roll your eyes at the thought.

The night only got worse, because as soon as you looked back at him to see if he had finally disappeared into the crowd, his brown eyes were on you, and he was making his way over.

Quickly, you turned on your heels and weaved through the crowd, hoping you’d get lost and make some space between you and him. You hated how quickly your heart beat when you looked at him, but you assumed it was from your immense annoyance more than anything else.

Although, he was handsome… But that was ruined with his overconfidence and self-centered attitude. You hated how he was always trying to show off to everyone and how he basked in the attention of the girls that flocked to him and swooned under his gaze.

Your disgust toward Jun was interrupted by the very man himself as you walked right into him. You didn’t know how he got in front of you so quickly because all you could focus on was the drink you’d just spilled all over yourself.

The smirk that was originally on Jun’s face fell as he realized what he had done, and how clearly upset you looked, “I’m--”

You were typically quiet, which meant standing up for yourself wasn’t a normal thing for you. So instead of letting him apologize, you pushed past him and tried to find the bathroom. You hoped your bra wasn’t showing through your shirt, but that was more than likely the case.

“Jesus Christ…” you muttered angrily to yourself as you went through the open bathroom door and turned the light on before slamming the door shut and locking it. Once you were alone, you groaned out in frustration, wanting to rip your hair out. “Fucking great!”

Little did you know that Junhui was standing outside the door, listening. He felt awful for doing that, but he didn’t know how to fix it. It’s not like he could give you his shirt -- he’d get lots of weird looks being randomly shirtless at a party -- but he knew you were incredibly upset.

‘Nice first impression, asshole,’ he thought to himself, rolling his eyes before walking away.

“This is stupid,” Wonwoo muttered, holding Faye -- who was already swaying and slurring words together -- protectively to him. “Isn’t this teenage sleepover stuff? Is this a high school party? Did you bring us to a fucking high school party, Junhui?”

“Come on, don’t be a sourpuss!” Kira smiled, holding Hansol’s hand and swinging their intertwined hands between them.

The game was Seven Minutes, and Wonwoo clearly didn’t want to play. He didn’t necessarily have to, but he still thought the idea was stupid -- and he would definitely voice that even if it didn’t change the fact it was going to be played. Yet, he planned on watching the flustered and intoxicated people get matched up together to make fun of them.

Pieces of paper and pens were passed around. If you wanted to play, you’d write your name down, fold the paper, and put it in the small cardboard box. If you didn’t, you’d just hand the paper off to the next person. However, when it got to Hansol and Kira, the two wrote down names on the paper and handed the pen and paper off to the next people before going to put the pieces of paper in the box.

When they returned, Jun gave them incredulous looks, “You two are playing?”

“Nope,” Kira smiled innocently, taking her mate’s hand again.

Jun didn’t understand what the pair had done until names were being called.

“Seo Myungho and Choi Areum.”

Minghao’s entire face turned red, the blush even reaching his neck and ears. His small group of friends burst into fits of laughter, even Faye who somehow managed to understand what was going on. The younger couple had written down Minghao’s name and entered him in the game.

Jun’s laughter soon ceased when he heard, “Moon Junhui and _____ _____.”

Then, they were all laughing harder, and Minghao joined in, slapping Jun on the back, “If I’m suffering, you’re suffering with me.”

‘I’m suffering harder,’ he thought, afraid to admit his feelings for you to the pack.

He scanned the crowd and saw you in your damp shirt that was sticking to your body, and gulped from the glare you were giving. How could someone so quiet and shy look so terrifying?

‘Jihoon,’ his mind suddenly thought, ‘I’m in love with a girl Jihoon.’

The game worked with multiple couples at a time. Each couple was locked in an empty room for seven minutes, and Jun and Minghao were going at the same time. Minghao was shoved into a bedroom, while Jun got stuck in a closet so small that he could practically feel your damp shirt on his.

“Have fun!” somebody sang before closing the door, leaving the two of you in the dark.

You didn’t know, but Junhui could see you perfectly fine. He could see how your face was creased into a permanent frown, and how you were trying to back as far away from him as you could. But he could also hear how your heart was pounding in your chest being this close to him, so he maybe still had hope. You had to feel the pull a little bit. He could still impress you.

“So,” he began, placing a hand on the wall above you. You sensed him getting closer and leaned away from him, “what do you wanna do?”

“Leave,” you snapped.

He chuckled, “C’mon, babe, don’t--”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me,” you cut him off, shocking him. “I don’t like you, Moon Junhui. I didn’t like you before this party, and I sure as hell don’t like you just because I have to stay in here for seven minutes with you.”

Truthfully, Jun didn’t know how to react. His mate didn’t like him? But…how? Didn’t you feel the pull? Didn’t your heart flutter and your stomach do flips when you saw him? Wasn’t he impressing you?

“Wait, what?” he finally asked, dropping the act -- and his arm. “But…w-why?”

“Why?” you scoffed, your burst of confidence being fueled by the anger you still felt toward Jun for spilling your drink all over you -- and the bit of liquid courage you had in you. “You’re a cocky asshole who clearly just wants attention from as many girls as possible.”

“No, I only want your attention!” he blurted before literally slapping both hands over his mouth.

“Excuse me?”

“No, I don’t mean it weird, I just--” he paused, groaning loudly because he had no idea what to say now. Was he just supposed to explain his incredibly difficult and literally unbelievable situation to you? “I don’t know how to say this.”

“Well, you’re not getting my attention,” you promised, crossing your arms over your chest before immediately removing them because they made your shirt stick to your skin.

‘A challenge,’ Jun thought to himself, ‘Interesting…’

“Alright, _____,” he smirked, gaining his confidence back. “Whatever you say.”

You hesitated before speaking, “…I don’t like that tone.”

“What tone?” he asked teasingly.

You had half a mind to slap him in the fact and kick the door down to the closet, “Don’t test me, and stay away from me for the rest of the night.”

You didn’t think he was, but Jun was a smart boy; clever was more like the right word. He knew how to get what he wanted, and you were the first thing on his list -- more like he needed you than wanted you, but he couldn’t admit that without being weird. He knew you felt the pull deep down, he just had to pull those feelings out of you.

Jun took a step forward, easily sandwiching you between him and the wall as he placed his hands on the wall behind you, blocking you in. His face came closer to yours, his warm, minty breath fanning your skin, “Or what?”

He knew your heart was beating erratically, but you were playing it off like you were perfectly fine. It was almost convincing, especially how your voice didn’t waver when you threatened, “Or I’ll break your arms.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, not because he thought your threat was funny -- although he didn’t find you intimidating at all -- but because you were so cute, “Why don’t you just break them now?”

“Oh, is that what you’re into?”

He moved even closer, his lips just barely brushing over the skin of your neck. It took every ounce of self control to not shiver under his presence but you managed. Jun was surprised at how you were able to stay so still and not give into him. It actually kind of made him…angry.

“No, I’m into quiet, pretty girls named ______,” he grinned, quietly inhaling your sweet scent that was mixed with your perfume and the strong smell of alcohol.

“You’re disgusting.”

Finally, the door was thrown open, light streaming in. Before Jun could even adjust his eyes, you shoved him back into the opposite wall and stalked out of the room, not looking back.

He stared after you, a low growl in his chest. He didn’t like the feeling of being ignored by you. Not one bit.

You knew he was following you. Every time you went somewhere new in the house or outside, he was there, trying to get you to talk to him, look at him, or even breathe in his general direction. Every single time, you rolled your eyes and walked away. You didn’t know how to get rid of him.

You went into the kitchen to get another drink and ran into a very drunk Faye, who was with her boyfriend and one of the guys that had come in with him. You were pretty sure his name was Minghao.

“_____!” Faye grinned when she saw you, practically falling into you when she tried to hug you. Her boyfriend pulled her away with an apologetic look. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

You shrugged, “A friend convinced me, though I haven’t seen her all night.”

‘Probably went home to get laid,’ you realized, considering her boyfriend was in town for once and was going through rut or whatever it was called.

“Hang out with us!” she insisted, slurring her words as her eyes went in and out of focus. She gestured to the two boys beside her. “This is Wonwoo, but you remember him.”

You nodded, giving the tall boy a shy wave, “Hello.”

“And that’s Minghao,” she told you, pointing to the foreign wolf.

You’d be lying if you didn’t think Minghao was cute. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes as he smiled sheepishly at you and waved with his free hand, the other holding a cup full of alcohol. It didn’t look like he’d drank any of it, though.

Your heart was going a million miles a minute looking at his smile. He even held his hand out for you to shake, his long fingers wrapping around your hand softly as he introduced himself to you properly. How was someone like this friends with someone as obnoxious as Jun?

Faye’s suddenly whining broke you from your thoughts, “Yo, where’s Hansol and Kira?”

Minghao pointed over to a couple grinding in the middle of the room with plenty of other people, a smirk on his face, “Didn’t think they were that kind of couple.”

“Ooh!” Faye turned in Wonwoo’s arms and grabbed one of his arms, tugging him away. “I wanna dance!”

“Oh god, Faye, no,” he groaned.

“Have fun, dude!” Minghao laughed, waiving at his friends as they left. Then he set his cup on the counter behind him before looking at you. “Well, you don’t look like you’re having too much fun.”

You looked down at the large stain on your shirt, “Yeah, my drink was spilled on me.”

Minghao shrugged, “Most alcohol tastes gross to me anyway. I’m more of a wine person.”

“That explains the drink you didn’t have any of,” you laughed softly.

“I have standards, _____,” he joked.

“I usually don’t mind the gross beer and vodka they have here, but after smelling like it all night, I think I’m all set.”

Minghao suddenly took off the light jacket that he had on and handed it to you, “You can change into this if you’d like to.”

Your heart warmed at the gesture -- so did your cheeks -- but you felt bad taking his clothes, “No, I couldn’t--”

“Come on, don’t worry about it,” he insisted with a sincere smile. “I still have this shirt on, I only wore the jacket for aesthetic purposes.”

You gingerly took the article of clothing in your hand, giving him a grateful nod, “Thank you. I’ll…be right back.”

“I’ll be here,” he promised before you turned to find the bathroom again.

It felt amazing to be out of that shirt. Your skin under your shirt still smelled like alcohol, but it was covered up when you zipped the black and silver jacket up. Then, you just smelled like Minghao, and he smelled amazing.

You exited the bathroom and went back to the kitchen, surprised to see Minghao leaning against the counter, staring at his phone. When he noticed you enter, he looked up and offered you a warm smile.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded, “Thank you again.”

“So…would you wanna dance or something?” he wondered.

You turned to look at Faye and Wonwoo, who were now grinding against each other more intensely than you thought someone like Wonwoo would, “That kind of dance?”

“Hey, if that’s what you’re into,” he shrugged with a laugh. “I just figured you should have some fun while you’re here since everything seemed to be shitty for you.”

“I am having fun,” you admitted before your brain registered what you’d just said.

Before the blushing Minghao could respond, a girl you didn’t recognize came up and tugged on his hand, “I need to borrow Minghao for a minute.”

Minghao glanced at the girl before looking back at you apologetically, “I’ll…see you around?”

You nodded, trying to smile rather than show how upset you were to see the one person who wasn’t a complete dick at the party have to leave, “Yeah, definitely!”

Almost immediately after the two had turned the corner out of the kitchen, someone had grabbed your hand and was dragging you in the opposite direction. Roughly.

“Hey!” you called out in protest before turning around and seeing the back of Junhui’s head as he dragged you away from the kitchen. “Jun, let me go!”

He turned his head slightly to talk over his shoulder, and you’d never seen someone’s face so red before. He looked pissed.

“No,” he growled.

“No?!” you repeated.

Next thing you knew, you were being flung into the closet you were locked in before, your face hitting the coats before Jun stepped in and closed the door. He did something he didn’t do the first time and pulled the light string, dimly illuminating the small space. You could see his red eyes matched his face, and he was glaring daggers at you.

You already knew what this meant, and it wasn’t good.

Your experience with wolves wasn’t much. Your friend confided in you her biggest secret: her boyfriend from a few towns over was a werewolf. You’d heard the stories she’d told you, and red eyes was definitely a bad sign.

“J-Junhui…” you choked out, pressing your back against the wall.

Jun stepped forward, putting his hands on either side of you on the wall like he had before, “What the fuck, _____?”

You didn’t even know how to reply. What could he be so angry at you for? You hadn’t done anything to piss him off, had you?

When you didn’t say anything, he kept talking, “So you won’t even look at me, but you’ll go and flirt with one of my brothers?”

“I-I wasn’t flirting!” you insisted. “I was t-talking to Faye, a-and then--”

“Cut the shit,” he snarled, making you clamp your mouth closed. “I don’t want you looking at any other guy the way you looked at Minghao, got it?”

He was suddenly pressing his body against yours, his body heat going straight through Minghao’s jacket you were wearing, “You are mine, ______.”

‘Oh,’ it suddenly clicked in your head, ‘that’s why he’s jealous.’

You couldn’t tell Jun had imprinted on you. Weren’t wolves supposed to be unable to stay away from their mates? How was he able to keep his distance from you for so long?

Your thoughts were cut short by Jun aggressively kissing your lips, a low, satisfied growl coming from his throat. His hands were at your waist, gripping you like you’d run away. But as soon as his lips were on yours, you felt that draw to him that your friend had gushed about. Your arms reached up behind Jun’s neck, and he took it as the okay to keep going.

You let out a surprised squeak against his lips as the jacket you were wearing was suddenly ripped open, the zipper effectively being broken in the process. Junhui quickly shoved the offending material off of your body and tossed it aggressively against the opposite wall.

“I don’t ever want to see you in anyone else’s clothes,” he growled against your lips. When you didn’t reply, he gripped your chin and looked into your eyes intensely. “Got it?”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

“Good girl,” he grumbled before he brought his lips to your neck, picking a spot to suck and nip at, leaving a very dark mark there. “I want everyone to know you’re mine and only mine.”

Afraid of making him only angrier, you nodded, letting your eyes close as you let out a soft moan, “Only yours.”

Then he grumbled approvingly in his chest, so you knew you were getting back on his good side -- though you’d be lying if you said this jealous and possessive Jun wasn’t turning you on. He knew what he was doing, too, because he could smell your arousal increasing by the second.

Quickly, he undid your jeans and shoved those to the ground as his lips worked on a new spot on your exposed chest. Your hands gripped his shirt, bringing him closer to you.

Junhui lifted you with ease, pressing you against the wall and holding your thighs, gripping them tightly. Your legs instinctively went around his waist, giggling softly at how the action startled you.

He pulled away, looking at you with raised eyebrows, “Something funny?”

“Little bit,” you giggled quietly.

He suddenly snapped his hips into yours, his hard erection covered by his black jeans hitting your clothed core and making you gasp as you bit your lip.

He smirked, “Still funny?”

Needing to feel more, you ground your hips into his needily, a whine falling from your lips that had his inner wolf grumbling, pleased that his mate wanted him so badly, “Jun…”

“Hmm?” he bit his lip, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

“Take your jeans off,” you begged, even reaching for the button yourself.

Since you were already doing the task for him, he let you, watching how quickly you tried to work to get his jeans undone. He could hardly believe that you had done a complete 180 since he got here, but he wasn’t going to question it. The mating pull had an odd way of working.

Once his jeans and boxers were down enough for his erection to spring free, you went to reach for his member, but he quickly pushed your hand away, managing to hold you against the wall perfectly fine with one hand, “No, baby.”

“But--”

“Don’t talk back to me,” he growled lowly, grinding roughly into your still clothed heat.

You let out a long moan, your head falling back against the wall, “God, please just fuck me already.”

He cocked his head to one side, licking his lips, “Are you sure you want that, darling?”

“Yes, just-- Fuck!” you groaned impatiently.

“Alright…” he sang, biting his lip as he pushed your wet panties aside.

He did exactly as you asked, pushing all the way into you as he let out a low growl of pleasure. Your nails dug into his shoulders and your eyes screwed shut, biting your lip roughly. He wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t think you were ready, but he still didn’t want to hurt you. However, his jealousy was getting the best of him, and you had asked him to do it.

“Fuck, Jun…” you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes. “Keep going.”

“You’re not in charge, _____,” he stated, “I am.”

“Jun,” you whined, trying to move your hips against his to get some sort of friction.

He growled, but you couldn’t tell if it was a warning or because it felt good when you moved your hips, “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you said without hesitation, still weakly trying to move on his cock. “I belong to you and nobody else, I know! Just fuck me already!”

He smirked, finally thrusting in and out of you and a surprisingly quick pace to start out, “Who knew the quiet girl in the library could be so dirty for me?”

You moaned out, his name falling from your lips as he moved his hips at a pace that satisfied you greatly. He grunted as he kept his pace steady, telling you how good you felt around him while his fingers found your clit, and kept reminding you that you were his and only his. Every word that came from his low, menacing voice pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm until your nails were dragging down his back, and his fangs were starting to elongate.

The knot in your stomach tightened as you were about to reach your high, but Jun snapped his hips into you roughly before pausing and looking at you sternly, “Don’t cum yet.”

“Jun, I can’t,” you complained breathlessly, your body already covered in a sheen of sweat. “Please…”

“No,” he barked, continuing to move his hips until he was brought to his own high. He wanted to do this with you, “not until I say so.”

But his movements were too skilled, and you came anyway with a loud moan of his name, and your legs tightening around his hips.

“Fuck…” he grumbled, looking at how beautiful you looked when you came. “I hope you have another in you, baby, because I’m not done yet.”

Tears were already threatening to fill your eyes from the overstimulation, and your abdomen and thighs twitched as he continued to relentlessly pound into you, “J-Junhui…”

You knew you could tell him to stop and he would. It was in his instincts to not hurt you, but you didn’t want him to stop. It felt too good, you didn’t even want any of it to end.

“That’s right, baby girl,” he grunted, “tell me who you belong to.”

Junhui pressed his body closer to yours to keep you up against the wall as he rubbed quick circles into your clit, looking right in your eyes as you mewled and whimpered, your hands grasping desperately at his hair and tugging.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock, _____,” he grumbled, a moan following his words. Just the simple statement mixed with his ministrations had your walls clenching for a second time. “Are you going to cum for me again like a good girl?”

You nodded weakly, your eyes closing tightly.

Jun pressed his forehead against yours, “Look at me and use your words.”

You opened your eyes to see blood red staring back at you intently, “Y-yes Jun.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, snapping his hips at a less rhythmic pace as he started to approach his own orgasm. He let out a moan that sounded so soft and beautiful that you weren’t even sure it came from the intimidating wolf in front of you. “Cum for me, _____.”

This time, you cried out, whimpering his name as he forced you to keep eye contact with him. Your eyebrows scrunched together, fighting to keep your eyes open as your nails left red trails down his back. He snarled at the pain but it fueled him to thrust the last few times until he finally came in you with a moan that softened his features and made him look more like the Jun you knew.

The two of you stayed in place for a while until his eyes melted back to gold. Then he was smiling like an idiot and pulling out of you, setting you down carefully but keeping an arm around you until he was sure you were okay to stand on your own.

“Sorry…” he chuckled awkwardly. “I didn’t scare you, did I?”

You pushed your hair out of your face and looked up at him, shaking your head. “No. A bit at first, but I got over the shock.”

Jun seemed taken aback by your reply, “Already?”

You shrugged, “A friend of mine has a boyfriend who’s like you.”

“Ah…” he nodded, turning that over in his brain. “So…you know what that was all about?”

“Yeah. You were good at not showing it.”

“Apparently too good. I didn’t mean to make you hate me; I thought I was impressing you.”

“You impressed me by proving me wrong every time I thought you couldn’t be more of a dickhead,” you joked lightly.

He chuckled, handing his shirt over to you and taking Minghao’s for himself, “Yeah, I probably deserve that.”

“So…” you paused to pull Jun’s shirt over your head, “what now?”

“Well, if you accept me as your mate, then we just kinda…carry on with this,” he gestured between the two of you, unsure how to properly explain it. “Unless you still hate me.”

“I like this Junhui,” you told him, gesturing to him as he shyly pulled his boxers and jeans back up. “The sincere Junhui who’s having awkward post-sex conversations and speaking from his heart.”

“Noted,” he nodded with a shy smile and a little laugh, handing you your jeans from off the floor. “It’s a good thing I’m never usually that cocky at home, then.”

“You were acting cocky for me?” you smirked.

He scoffed in return, “No. I was just being extra about it for you.”

When you had your clothes on, and Jun had fixed the hairs of yours that were misplaced, he turned off the closet light and opened the door, leading you into the almost empty hallway.

Almost; as in Hansol, Kira, and Wonwoo -- with a passed out Faye on his back -- were staring at the two of you with matching smirks.

The two of you stared back, not knowing what to do.

Wonwoo opened his mouth.

“Shut up,” Jun told him immediately.

Wonwoo closed his mouth.

Jun was looking around his bedroom when you’d gotten home with Faye from work. It had only been two days since you accepted Junhui as your mate, but you spent all of your free time thus far with him.

“Looking for something?” you wondered from the open doorway.

“Soonyoung has been too quiet for too long!” he shouted, making sure his brother could hear him. “I know he did something, and I’m gonna find out what it is!”

“He’s downstairs with Rini’s brother,” you chuckled, walking into his room with flour on your cheeks and in your hair from the bakery. “What could Soonyoung have done to you anyway?”

“Too much, _____,” he pouted, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, “he’s done far too much.”

“I’ll protect you,” you giggled, patting his back soothingly.

“If he ever pranks you, I’ll murder him.”

“You can’t murder him, Kaito would never stop crying, and then everyone would hate you. I can’t protect you from an entire pack of wolves and their upset mates.”

“My pranks would never be aimed toward _____,” Soonyoung said as he passed by the room to go to his own, Rini following him as he carried Kaito in his arms. “I’m not setting her stuff on fire.”

“What?” you asked.

“Again?” Jun groaned.

“Excuse me!” Seokmin’s voice could be heard from down the hall. “Why are Jun’s sheets on fire in my room?”

“Kwon Soonyoung!” Jun growled.

“I’m holding a child, you can’t hurt me!” the blond wolf giggled before racing off down the hall with Kaito happily squealing in his arms.

“Sorry!” Rini called before following after her mate.

“Sheets on fire?” you asked, looking to Jun for answers.

He just closed his door and held you in his arms to keep himself calm, “Can I move in with you instead?”

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teenage dream | mark lee

genre + idol → fluff, smut, tiniest bit of angst if you squint, high school au, virgin!mark (x virgin fem!reader) [they’re both 18]

word count → 4.7k

warnings → alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (always wear a condom pls guys), tiniest bit of cursing

summary → mark lee moves to your hometown halfway through your sophomore year of high school, and once he arrives you quickly fall in love with both him and the town you grew to hate. after you graduate, mark has a surprise for you that may or may not include going across state lines, losing your virginity, and asking for your hand in marriage.

“Mark, you can’t leave me. You’re my soulmate.”

“If I could marry you tonight, I would.”

“You know... it’s only about a 5 hour drive to Vegas from here.”

a/n → i’ve been writing this fic for well over a month and it’s finally done!! this fic is purely self-indulgent because 1) i’m in love with mark lee and 2) i think of him every time i listen to teenage dream by katy perry... as always please let me know what you guys think of this one! i think this is one of my favorite fics i’ve written

Before you met Mark, life was bleak. That was the only way to describe it. Your life was monotone, shades of light blue and gray; your daily routine was the same, you walked through life as a zombie and hated everything about your hometown. But when Mark showed up halfway through your sophomore year of high school, when his family moved from Canada, everything changed. You got to show him the ins and outs of the city, turn him into a real native, and fall in love — both with your hometown, and with him.

You can still recall the first time you got to show Mark what it’s like to be a local. You went downtown, taking the light rail and getting off at each stop, enjoying what the city has to offer, before getting back on and staring out the window at the scenery. Mark’s hand rested in-between both of your thighs in an attempt to warm himself, while the other pressed onto the glass window of the light rail and tapped lightly. You pointed out the window at different buildings, telling Mark the story of your life in this little town, and he sat quietly and listened. His gaze lingered on the moving buildings as you spoke, and he immediately felt his entire body warm. This is when Mark knew you were special.

Your high school graduation was bittersweet. You were choosing to go to a college only thirty minutes away from your home because of your family, and Mark was on the waitlist for his dream college in Korea. After all the names were called, and all the caps thrown in the air, Mark wove his way through all of the graduates and straight to you. He picked you up in his arms, spun you around quickly, and set you down.

“We did it,” he said, eyes wide and smile bright. He placed his hands on your face and squished your cheeks before pulling you into another hug. “I have something to tell you.”

“I can’t believe we graduated. Tell me,” you responded.

“I got off the waitlist.”

You let out a scream, pulling back from Mark and hitting him on the chest. “Oh my god, Mark! Holy shit, that’s incredible. So you’re going to Korea? W-when do you leave?” Your stomach drops at the realization that Mark will be going to an entirely different country soon, meanwhile you have to stay in a town that you love only because he’s in it. It’s not the same without him.

“I don’t leave until the beginning of September.”

“So you’ll get to move me into my dorm before you leave?”

“You think I would leave without seeing where you’re going to be living? I need to make sure that you’re being well taken care of in my absence. You know I’m kidnapping you and taking you with me to Korea if I don’t like the dorm, right?”

“I expect absolutely nothing less,” you said, both you and Mark’s families rushing up to you on the football field to congratulate you. Your families forced you to pose for photos, talked amongst themselves about your college plans, and made plans to throw you two a joint graduation party.

Two weeks after graduation, you’re laying down on the trampoline in your backyard as the sun is setting. It’s a Thursday night, your parents are out of town for the weekend and have left you home alone. You could throw a huge party, celebrate the end of senior year, but instead you choose to enjoy the alone time in your childhood home before you move out. You stare at the moving clouds, your chest sitting on your phone as you talk to Mark who’s currently driving.

“You know, I’m kinda mad that your parents still won’t let you come spend the night at my house. We’re 18! We’re adults,” you say.

Mark lets out a laugh. “My parents are scared that if they let me spend the night at your house that I’ll do drugs, join a gang, and get you pregnant all in one night.”

“Do I really give that vibe off? I thought your parents liked me! We’ve been inseparable for well over 2 years now.”

“They love you, you know that. You’re home, right?”

“Yuuuup,” you say, standing up quickly and jumping a few times on the trampoline. He can hear the creaking of the trampoline and whines.

“No fairrrrr, you’re jumping without me!” Mark says. You hear Mark close the door to his car and lock it. Before you can ask him where he’s headed, he walks through the front door of your house, through the living room, and out into the backyard. Mark hangs up the call, before jumping onto the trampoline with you.

You get back down onto your back on the trampoline, grabbing at Mark’s leg and trying to pull him down with you. He lays next to you, rolling over so half of his body is on top of yours. He nuzzles his head into your chest and lets out a content sigh.

“You should really keep the doors locked when you’re home alone. What are your plans for tonight?” He asks.

“Mmm, probably watch a movie and eat something. I might raid my mom’s wine cabinet and finish a whole bottle by myself.”

“Woooow, look at you breaking the rules. Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?”

“I’m just trying to enjoy myself before college!”

“Look at what I got today,” Mark says, flopping onto his back and pulling an ID out of his pocket. He hands it to you and you inspect it carefully.

“This is a Korean ID,” you start. “Aaaand, it doesn’t even have your name.”

“Yeah! It’s a fake ID. Says I’m 21.”

“Why’d you pick Kim Soohyun for your name? And why do you need a fake ID? You’re legal in Korea, you can drink.”

“My mom says Kim Soohyun is my long lost brother, I thought it would be funny. I got it for tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Yep,” Mark says, plucking the ID out of your hands and shoving it back into his pocket. “Go pack a bag, we’re going on a road trip.”

“Where to?”

“It’s a secret, but it’s somewhere you’ve always wanted to go.” Mark lays on his side, and you can feel him staring at you. You turn onto your side to look at him. “Can you close your eyes for a second?”

You nod and close your eyes. Your heart begins beating faster and your breathing is labored. Before you can ask Mark what game he’s playing at, you feel Mark’s lips on yours. You gasp, returning his kiss, and he slips his tongue into your mouth. It’s not your first time kissing someone like this, but it’s definitely his and you can tell. His tongue peruses the inside of your mouth, and his lips are pressed firmly against yours. You try to push your tongue into his mouth in an attempt to control the kiss, but to no avail. Mark pulls back to catch his breath, and his eyes meet yours.

“You’re bad at that,” you whisper, letting out a giggle.

“Yeah, I thought I might be,” Mark says with a sigh.

“You’ll get better at it. W-we can practice,” you say, pecking his lips. “I’ll go pack a bag.”

Thirty minutes later, you’re sitting in the passenger’s seat of Mark’s car, watching him as he drives. His hands rest perfectly at 10 and 2, his lips pouting, and he watches the road ahead intensely.

“You should probably sleep, it’s going to be a while before we get there.”

“How long?” you ask. You recline the seat and lay back, extending your hand out to rest on Mark’s thigh. “Hold my hand.”

One of his hands leaves the steering wheel and he intertwines your fingers with his. “About 16 hours? Just sleep, I’ll wake you up in like 8 hours so you can switch with me.” You nod, closing your eyes and willing yourself to go to sleep.

You’re not sure how long you sleep, but when you wake up, Mark’s hand is still holding yours. The sun is shining through the windshield and you look over at Mark, who is also sleeping. You’re parked next to a gas station in what feels like the middle of nowhere. You check your phone: 8:35 a.m.

“Oh, fuck,” you groan, causing Mark to stir. You tear your hand away from his, shifting the seat up and pushing Mark to wake up. “Mark, get up.”

He groans too before sitting back up. “I just fell asleep.”

“Why did you let me sleep for so long? You drove for 12 straight hours! I’m going to go inside the gas station and buy some coffee, then I’ll drive the rest of the way. You can sleep until we get to wherever the hell you’re taking me.”

Mark tries to sleep for the remaining four hours of your drive, but he’s too excited to be able to sleep. Instead, he watches you drive and smiles proudly. Mark has always thought you are so beautiful, even in your current state — no makeup, hair messy from sleeping in the car, and bags underneath your eyes. He leans over and presses a rough kiss to your cheek before laying back down.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“What do you mean?”

“This isn’t like you. Yesterday before we left you practically shoved your tongue down my throat, and now you’re forcing me on a road trip. You’re not normally like this.”

“I just… I realized that I wasted so much time not doing the things I want to do with you, and I would’ve hated myself forever if I didn’t do it before I left to Korea.”

“You would’ve hated yourself forever if you didn’t make out with your best friend and force her to drive around before leaving to Korea?” You pause. “Where are we going?”

“Something like that. Uh… well, we’re in California,” Mark says, causing you to swerve.

“You brought me across state lines?! Maaaark, your parents are going to kill you!”

“They think I’m with Johnny-hyung for the weekend. Don’t worry, he’ll cover for me. I think we’re only like half an hour away from LA.”

“You’re insane, Mark. So so insane.”

“So this is Santa Monica, huh?” Mark says, looking out at the crashing waves in front of him and inhaling deeply, letting his lungs fill with the cool ocean air, sand getting stuck between his toes.

“This is so beautiful,” you whisper. “Thank you for bringing me, Mark.”

“I would do anything for you, I hope you know that,” Mark responds. He takes out a brown paper bag from his backpack, twisting off the cap of the bottle inside and taking a swig of it and gagging. You laugh, taking the bottle out of his hand and sniffing it before taking a drink yourself.

“Why would you buy vodka? You know you can’t drink alcohol very well.”

“I wanted to see if my ID would work! It was pretty easy, I just handed it to the guy and spoke in Korean and he didn’t question it.” He takes the bottle out of your hand and takes another drink, this time more prepared and able to suppress the gag that bubbles in his throat. You turn to look at Mark, and he quickly shifts his head to stare back at you. Some people say they feel their heart skip a beat when the person they love looks at them, but when Mark looks at you, your heart stops completely. Your heart stops, your breath gets caught in your chest, and you stop blinking. You have to make a conscious effort to breathe in and out, and open and close your eyelids as Mark looks at you and overtakes your thoughts.

As you’re staring at Mark, memorizing every inch of his face as the Santa Monica sun sets, you feel your cheeks begin to heat up and your face begin to numb as the vodka hits you. He reaches out to pinch your cheek, smiling wide at your flushed face, and when you feel his fingers on your skin, you just know — this is real, this is love.

“You’re so cute,” Mark says.

“Says you.” You grab the bottle from Mark’s other hand, taking another deep chug before pressing the bottle to his lips. You tilt it and he drinks from it until he can’t handle the taste anymore, pushing it away slightly and letting you drop it between your bodies.

“Y/N, I—”

“Kiss me.”

Mark doesn’t need to be told twice; instantly pressing you down into the sand, body hovering above yours and attaching his lips to yours. He lets you lead the kiss this time, opening his mouth when he feels your tongue poking at his lips and allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. Your tongue traces over his teeth, before meeting his tongue and playing with it. Your hands come up to hold onto his face, and he softens into your touch. Mark feels dizzy — both from the feeling of your tongue in his mouth and the vodka hitting him all at once. He pulls away, panting as he tries to catch his breath.

“I feel like I’m living a dream,” Mark says, staring at your face with something you can only describe as love in his eyes.

“I want to go swimming,” you respond, quickly sitting up without thinking and hitting your head against his. “Owie, I’m sorry, honey. Don’t know why I got up so quickly.”

Mark giggles and sits up, peeling his shirt off and dropping it on the sand. “Let’s go swimming.” He stands up, trying to kick his skinny jeans off as you stand up and start walking to the water. “Y/N! Take your jeans off at least.”

“Nuh-uh, I wanna go swimming,” you say, stumbling as you walk through the hot sand as quickly as you can and into the water. You don’t even register how cold the water is, quickly walking deep into the ocean and letting the waves go over your head. Mark rushes to catch up with you, walking into the ocean in only his underwear. He pulls you into his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, and rest your forehead up against his.

“I miss you already, Mark.”

“I don’t even leave for another 3 months.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to go,” you say quietly. Unwillingly, tears fall down your cheeks and mix with the salt water on your face.

“I’m so glad I finally found you,” Mark responds. “My missing puzzle piece. I’m complete.” He wipes the tears and water from your face and presses a kiss to your lips.

“I can’t believe we’ve known each other for over 2 years and you waited for us to graduate before making a move on me,” you say, angrily pressing another kiss to his lips. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I took you downtown for the first time, Mark.”

“And I’ve been in love with you since the day you asked me to go downtown with you.”

“You’re so lame,” you say to Mark, just as a huge wave goes over your heads and crashes. You both burst into laughter and you untangle yourself from him, pushing the hair out of your face and trying to regain your breathe. You place your hands on Mark’s shoulders, letting them travel down his chest to the waistband of his underwear. You slip your fingers underneath, pulling the band back before letting it snap back on his skin. “Mark, have you ever… you know…”

He shakes his head no. “M-my mom told me I should s-save myself for someone special,” he says, nervously. “Have you, ever… you know…”

You shake your head no. “Let’s go all the way tonight. No regrets, just love. Just you and me.”

“Okay.”

You and Mark stumble into the Santa Monica Motel, only a 20 minute walk from the Santa Monica Pier, coming up to the front desk with your clothes still dripping and asking for whatever vacant room they have. The desk attendant rolls his eyes, handing you two a pair of room keys and sending you on your way. You walk into the room, one hand holding Mark’s hand, as the other held onto the mostly gone bottle of vodka.

As you walk into the room, Mark throws your things onto the floor and locks the door behind him. You drink half of what’s left in the bottle, giving the rest to Mark which he finishes quickly before stepping into the bathroom. As Mark is in the bathroom freshening up, you pull the sheets off the bed and throw them onto the floor. You then pull the cushions off the couch in the corner, attempting to make a fort in the tiny motel room. You set the cushions up, then use the pillows to try and complete the walls of your fort, before throwing a thin white sheet over everything and crawling underneath. Mark comes out of the bathroom and raises an eyebrow when he sees the mess you’ve created on the floor.

“Y/N?”

“Come meet me in the fort, honey.”

Mark crawls underneath the sheet carefully, trying not to destroy the fort he’s sure you worked hard on. Once he’s underneath and he sees your shirt sticking to your chest, and your skin-tight jeans seemingly sticking tighter to your skin, his heart begins to race.

“I don’t mean to sound like a broken record, but I feel like I’m living a dream,” Mark says, letting his hand rest on your stomach. You reach for his arm, pinching him slightly and he lets out a soft moan. “What was that for?”

“Just to remind you that this isn’t a dream. This is real, and I love you.”

“I love you,” Mark responds. You pull your wet shirt up and off your head, letting it fall to the floor before you unbutton your wet jeans and try to push them off.

“Mark, I need help,” you whine. He laughs before helping you pull your jeans down and setting them on the floor with your shirt. He looks at your entire body up and down, taking in the sight of your matching bra and underwear.

He groans. “Fuck, I really love you.” Mark lets his body hover over yours, quickly enveloping your lips in a quick, passionate kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you and bucking your hips up to meet his. Mark feels himself harden in his underwear and he whines into your mouth at the feeling of you grinding up into him. Your hands grip onto his cheeks softly just as they did when you kissed on the beach, and one of his hands reaches up to pull your bra down and let your breasts free. His hands grab at your chest as if he’s done this before, fingers tugging and tweaking your nipples and you can’t help the moan that escapes your mouth and is caught by his.

You rip his hand away from your chest, bringing it down into your underwear and pressing his fingers onto your clit. His fingers reach down to your entrance, teasing it softly before collecting your slick and returning to your clit. He pushes down roughly, rubbing in circles and your hips buck up again. This is the first time anyone else has ever touched you, and you quickly feel the knot forming in your stomach.

“Mark, I’m gonna—” you say, pulling back from his lips for a second and grinding harder into his fingers in an attempt to reach your high quicker.

“Really?” Mark asks in disbelief, eyes wide as he presses his fingers harder into you and takes in the sight of your body. Your chest is going up and down quickly, hips moving and grinding into his fingers, one hand gripping onto his wrist as the other grips on his hair.

“Fuck, just a few more seconds, I swear, Mark,” you whine, and he speeds his fingers up. And surely enough, within a few seconds, you’re gripping onto his wrist tightly to stop his movements as you cum, clenching around nothing as you chant his name repeatedly. Mark lets you come down from your high on your own time, afraid of overstimulating you before he can even get inside of you. As soon as you’ve come down from your orgasm, you’re pulling Mark into another kiss and pushing his underwear down.

“Y/N, I-I should p-probably get a c-c-condom,” Mark stutters as your hand grips onto his hard dick and pumps lightly.

“Nuh-uh,” you say, letting go of him and bucking your hips, feeling the tip of his dick rub against your clit and letting out a content sigh. “I want to feel all of you.”

Mark nods, gripping onto the base of his dick and pushing himself into you slowly, letting you adjust to him. Once he’s all the way in, he lets out a shaky breath as you clench around him a few times, getting used to the feeling of being full of something more than your fingers. “You can move now, honey.” He nods again and slowly begins moving his hips, pulling all the way out before slamming back in.

Mark lowers himself more, making sure you’re chest to chest as he moves slowly inside of you. Your legs wrap around his waist again, arms around his neck, pulling him close to you as you close your eyes and focus on the feeling of Mark’s length moving in and out of you swiftly. Mark lowers his head, resting it on your shoulder and pressing a kiss as you let your mouth fall open in a moan.

“I love you,” Mark’s hips pick up speed at your confession and you let out another loud moan. “I love you, I love you, fuck, baby, I really love you.”

He balances his weight on his hands, pushing himself up to look into your eyes as he fucks into you like his life depends on it. You want to close your eyes so bad, want to focus on the feeling of Mark fucking you, but you’re mesmerized as his eyes look into yours. You’re afraid to even blink, not wanting to miss a moment of this, not wanting to miss a second of the way Mark’s eyebrows furrow as he looks into your eyes, then down at your chest, then down at where your hips meet, then back up into your eyes. He shifts his weight onto one hand, moving the other to your clit and your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head.

“Look at me, baby,” Mark says quietly, angling his hips to meet that spot inside of you, and you struggle to keep your eyes open and looking at him, but you try.

“A-are you sure you’ve n-never done this before?” You ask, clenching tightly around Mark as he fucks you and rubs your clit.

“N-never ever. Been saving myself for you.”

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you whine.

“Cum for me, baby, please.” Mark says, and you nod as he presses his fingers just a little harder, pushing you over the edge quickly. The feeling of you clenching around his length sporadically, and your fingernails digging into his back, is enough to push him over the edge, and he’s cumming in you in thick white ropes. He lets out a deep groan as he cuts inside of you, giving you everything he’s got. He falls on top of you, not even bothering to pull out, and you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close. You wipe the sweat off from his forehead and let out a laugh that he returns.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you say.

“Are you on birth control?” Mark asks.

You flick his forehead and giggle. “Yes, I’m on birth control. I have been for like a year.”

“Oh thank God,” he lets out a sigh of relief.

You bask in the silence of the motel room for a second, realizing you’re still on the carpeted floor in the fort you’ve built. “Lets get into bed.”

Mark fixes the sheets and pillows onto the bed as you use the bathroom, and when you emerge from the bathroom naked and crawl into bed next to him, he feels his chest swell with love for you. As soon as you’re in bed with him, you snuggle into his body, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

“Your heart is beating really fast,” you whisper.

“Because of you,” he responds. He pushes you off him slightly, pushing you onto your back and resting his head on your chest. “I wanna be held.”

“You’re such a baby.” You play with Mark’s hair, enjoying the silence before it hits you that Mark is going to leave you. You’ve finally gotten the boy you love, given everything to him, and within a few months he’s going to leave you and start a new life while you’re stuck in your tiny town. Your chest begins to warm in anxiety at the thought of having to be away from him, and tears well in your eyes. “Mark, you can’t leave me. You’re my soulmate.”

“Come with me, then.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” The tears drip down your face slowly and Mark can tell you’re crying by the way your chest contracts underneath him.

He sits up quickly and looks down at you, eyes flickering to your bare chest for a split second before looking back up into your eyes. He wipes the tears from your face. “Y/N, I’m serious. Just take a year off and come with me to Korea, and then you can start school there. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He leans down and presses a kiss between your breasts before coming back up. “I can’t live my life without you. Please come with me.”

“Mark, my parents would kill me. Moving to a new country for a boy I’m not even married to? You’re insane.”

“If I could marry you tonight, I would.” Mark thinks for a second and grabs his phone from the table next to the bed, unlocking it and shielding it from your view as he looks something up.

“What time is it?”

“It’s midnight,” he responds.

“You know… it’s only about a 5 hour drive to Vegas from here.”

“And?”

“If we start driving now, we can make it by the time the sun rises.”

“Aaaaand?”

“Aaaand, wecouldbeimpulsiveandgogetmarriedmaybeifyoureallymeantit,” you say quietly.

Mark lets out a hearty laugh before rolling over onto you and pressing a flurry of kisses all over your face, before pulling you into a long kiss.

“What was all that for?” you ask.

He unlocks his phone and hands it over to you, showing that he was looking up 24 hour pawn shops nearby.

“I had the same thought. I thought maybe we go out and get some food, hit one of these pawn shops and get some rings, then drive over to Vegas.”

You let out a laugh and peck his lips. “Let’s go then, baby.”

“I can’t wait to see the look on your parents’ face when you tell them I convinced you to drive across state lines, get married to me, and drop out of state university to move to another country with me.”

“They’ll just have to deal,” you say, getting up out of bed and cringing as you put your wet clothes back on. “I have dry clothes in the car. It’s still parked by the beach, isn’t it?” Mark nods in response, slipping his wet clothes back on and leaving the room keys with the front desk attendant. Your hand slips into his as you walk in the dark streets of the city, walking towards the beach where Mark’s car is parked. “Can we stop in San Francisco on our way back home? I want to see the Golden Gate Bridge.”

“We can do whatever you want, baby.”

“I love you. You know that, right?”

“I know. I love you, too. You know that, right?”

“I know,” you sigh contently. “I can’t wait to spend my life with you.”

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Lost and Found Ch. 5

A/N: Since I was late with the last chapter, I tried to get this one done as soon as possible. We finally get a little bit of Cas as well as some brotherly moments between Sam and Dean. Thanks to everyone who’s read it this far. As always, any tips and suggestions are welcome. Feedback would be amazing. Thank you and happy reading!

Summary: Sam and Dean meet a young hunter who is a little rough around the edges and they reluctantly take her under their wing. But she might be a little more connected to them that any of them realise.

Word Count: 2k

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Dean found himself at the bar after he stormed out of the motel room. He was angry, which wasn’t a big surprise since anger was practically Dean Winchester’s default setting. What was a surprise was the fact that Dean was scared shitless. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so out of control.

Fear was a constant in Dean’s life, it wasn’t like this was a new feeling. Hell, fear kept him alert during hunts. It was healthy, even, in his profession. But this wasn’t the fear that came with hunting a monster or facing the devil. This was like the time Sam had ran away on his watch and he couldn’t find him. Or like when Dad had left him in that boys’ home with no guarantee that he was coming back. This was the kind of fear where he was completely helpless and didn’t know what to do to make things better.

He took a sip of his beer and realised he needed something way stronger if he was to compose himself before facing his brother and Y/N again.

Y/N.

He didn’t know how to deal with this new complication in his life. He remembered his time with Sandra, remembered how she had cut him off after their last time together even though they had been pretty consistent with keeping in touch before then. Could she really have hid something so big from him? His grip tightened over the bottle as anger coursed through his veins at the thought of her hiding this from him. He latched onto that anger. Anger was safe, this he knew how to handle.

“Can I get a whiskey next sweetheart? Make it a double,” he didn’t even look at the pretty bartender behind the counter, staring intently at the beer in his hand instead.

“Rough night?” she asked as she handed him a glass half filled with whiskey.

“Something like that,” he replied, taking the glass and immediately downing it in one go.

“You wanna talk about it?” she eyed him as she refilled his glass.

Dean looked at her. She was pretty, someone he would usually not think twice about taking home. In fact, on a normal night he would have already had her spread out in the backseat of baby by now. But this wasn’t a normal night, and so he ignored her ‘fuck me’ eyes and instead shook his head as he sipped on his second glass of whiskey. Better to pace himself unless he wanted to show up at the motel drunk and freak Y/N out more than she already was.

His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID – Cas. He suddenly felt a pang of guilt as he remembered he’d promised to call him after the case ended. Cas wasn’t taking the whole ‘being on the bench’ thing too well and was more worried than usual about Sam and Dean so they had tried to keep him updated to assuage his fear.

“Cas,” he tried to keep his voice even, “Hey man, sorry we didn’t call. We’re alright.”

“What’s wrong?” Cas always knew when Dean was bullshitting him. For someone who barely knew social cues, he was more in tune with Dean’s emotions than Dean himself was. It was freaky but he guessed it was a side effect of the whole ‘raising him from perdition’ deal.

Dean considered lying but he knew it was pointless. He sighed loudly as Cas waited for him to talk patiently. Looking around the packed bar, he decided to head out before having this conversation. Throwing a few bills on the counter to cover his drinks, he quickly thanked the bartender and walked to his car.

“It wasn’t vampires,” Dean tried to deflect. “It was a family of shifters. Y/N and I got caught and Sammy came in and saved the day.”

“Dean,” Cas said in that infuriating tone which always got on Dean’s nerves. Clearly deflection wasn’t working.

“Sammy is under the impression that I may have a daughter,” Dean blurted out quickly.

Cas was silent for a moment, taking in what Dean was saying.

“Well, is it such a surprise? You engage in a lot of sexual activity from what I’ve heard,” Dean didn’t know if Cas was joking or just being Cas.

“Dude, seriously, what the hell! Why does everyone think I’m stupid enough to forget a condom? I’m not irresponsible!”

“You do realise that no protection is a 100% effective Dean,” Cas sounded amused, “But, who is the girl you think you fathered?”

“Not me, Sammy,” Dean growled out.

Cas waited.

“Y/N. It’s Y/N,” Dean finally mumbled.

“The hunter you met on the case?” Cas was surprised. “That doesn’t seem odd to you? Meeting a hunter who is potentially your offspring on a case, while we’re supposed to be dealing with the darkness?”

Dean paused. “You think this is what – some kind of a trick?”

“It does seem like too much of a coincidence, Dean, don’t you think?”

“No,” he said after considering the situation. “And even if it is, Y/N is not involved. There is just no way. She was more shocked when Sam said it than I was. Unless she’s the best teenage actress on the entire fucking planet, there’s no way you fake a reaction as strong as that.”

Perhaps the intensity in his voice surprised Cas, because he didn’t say anything for a long time while Dean got his anger in check. He didn’t care who he was to her, he was already protective over the kid. The thought of her being used for some plot against them set his blood on fire. He wouldn’t lose anyone like he did Charlie ever again – never.

“I didn’t say the child was involved, Dean,” Cas said slowly, as if scared of incurring Dean’s wrath. “I only meant to bring up the possibility that if anyone on either side knew about her, the child might be in danger. Be careful. Please.”

Dean calmed down immediately at that. Cas was just looking out for him, like he always did.

“I don’t know how anyone could have known. Hell, I don’t even actually know yet. It’s just speculation, Cas. It’s not like we can waltz in and get a paternity test. I’m supposed to be legally dead.”

He had hated when the kid had pointed it out, but she made sense.

“If I could perhaps see the child, get a good look at her soul, I would be able to confirm it for you,” Cas said thoughtfully. He knew Dean’s soul like the back of his hand. He would recognise a piece of it anywhere.

“Alright, one – stop calling her ‘child’ Cas, she’s not a toddler. And B, you’re still recovering. You need to concentrate on healing. We can live a few more days without knowing.”

“This is something I can do Dean. Let me. It doesn’t require me exerting myself and it would help you. Bring her to the bunker, I’ll be here.”

Dean knew Cas wouldn’t budge. He detested ‘not being useful’.

“Fine. I’ll talk to Sam and Y/N about it and we’ll head your way if she decides to join us,” he conceded.

“What? No, Dean. You need to bring her here. She could be in danger,” Cas stressed out.

“I’ll figure something out. I can’t force her to come or she’ll never trust me again Cas. Kid’s already hesitant to accept help. If we rush her, we’ll lose her for good.”

Dean wasn’t happy about it, but he knew better than to push her. He remembered kids at his short stint in the boy’s home, how guarded they were. He knew she’d had it worse and it killed him to think about it, so he pushed it to the back if his mind.

“Alright Dean. See you soon then,” Cas said.

“Yeah buddy. You rest up, alright? If we’re going to do this, you need to regain your strength first.”

“Bye Dean.”

He hung up as he was pulling up outside the motel. After parking the car, he walked to their room for the night hoping to take a shower. He hadn’t been able to after the hunt and had received more than a couple of odd looks at his appearance while at the bar. Still made an impression on the bartender, he thought smugly, opening the door and then promptly freezing at the sight in front of him.

Y/N was sleeping with her head in Sam’s lap as he sat next to her, still stroking her hair. She had clearly been crying and even Sam’s eyes looked a little red.

Sam looked up when the door opened, his hand immediately going for his gun before he saw Dean and relaxed. He looked at Y/N and gently lifted her head, placing it on the pillow, before motioning to Dean to step back outside.

“What the hell happened,” Dean immediately snapped at his brother as soon as the door closed behind them. Sam took a laboured breath, not reacting to Dean’s anger.

“We talked. She’s scared Dean. I don’t know what exactly happened in her life but it was bad. Bad enough that she hyperventilated at the thought of having to go to school. And not in the normal teen angst kind of way. It was – She’s had it rough, man.”

Dean pulled at his hair. “How am I supposed to fix this, Sammy? I don’t know the first thing about being a dad! Let’s be honest, we didn’t have the greatest example of one.”

Sam was surprised. Dean usually didn’t admit Dad’s faults. He watched as Dean paced in the corridor.

“A daughter, Sammy,” Dean’s voice broke as he finally allowed himself to feel the overwhelming panic that he’d been pushing down the entire night.

“Dean? Hey! De, calm down,” Sam gripped his shoulders, making him stop.

“What the hell are you talking about man? You practically raised me! It’s gonna be a challenge and you’re probably gonna screw up along the way but you’re gonna do right by that kid. I know this because I know you. I know how good you are at this because I saw it first-hand. We’re gonna figure this out and we’re gonna do it together – like we always do.”

Sam didn’t remember the last time his brother had let himself be this vulnerable in front of him. Dean had always been the rock, the adult. He watched as Dean slowly got himself under control and patted his neck to assure him that he wasn’t alone. Dean nodded, getting rid of the remaining anxiety in his body. He could do this. He had to. He’d missed out on fifteen years already.

“We need to take her to the bunker with us. Tell me you managed to get through to her?” Dean almost pleaded with Sam.

“I don’t know man. I tried, and I think I made some headway but I don’t know if she’s gonna agree to come with us so soon.”

Sam didn’t get the urgency in Dean’s expression and figured there was probably more to the story. So, he asked him.

“Cas thinks she might be in danger. That it wasn’t just a coincidence that we found her on the same hunt as us. Sammy, if anyone got wind of this…” Dean trailed off as a look of absolute terror came over his face. Sam felt the fear in his bones too, but for once he had to be the rock. So, he steeled himself and gripped Dean’s shoulder tighter, grounding him.

“We’ll figure it out. We’ll keep her safe,” he promised.

“Keep me safe from what?”

Dean looked behind Sam and saw Y/N standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at them for an answer.

Dean looked back at his brother and his face reflected the same thought that was currently running through Dean’s head. Shit. Chapter 6

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destieltropecollection · 5 years ago

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Destiel Trope Collection Day 27: Spy, Secret Agent, Hitman, Assassin AUs

Gun in your pocket | @wingsandimpalas

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3285 Main Tags/Warnings: Cold War AU, Crack Treated Seriously, Porn With Plot, Russian Castiel, Spy Castiel, Interrogator Dean Enemies to Lovers, Prisoner Castiel, Espionage, Mildly Dubious Consent, Topping from the Bottom, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Size Queen Dean, Minor Violence Summary: ""Condoms?"" He asks Kevin again because he has to be sure. ""They want me to use a condom as a tactic."" ""A re-rewrapped XL Condom,"" Kevin admits glumly. He's the best assistant Deans had in years, and he's smarter than half the guys upstairs, it's in moments like this when it really shows. ""Our superiors know that you use as little restraints as possible when it comes to your interviewees. They figured if you drop a medium-sized pack on a guy and he opens it to see how large it is he'll be more likely to defect.”

I Know Your Name | @ellis-park

Rating: Mature Word Count: 4972 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, past rape, arranged marriage, spies Summary: After spending fifteen years married to a virtual stranger, one botched mission teaches Dean and Cas how to truly trust each other.

I Don't Know Why | @saltnhalo

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16500 Main Tags/Warnings: Assassin Castiel (Supernatural), Spy Dean, No Strings Attached, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean, Wall Sex, Friends With Benefits, Dom/sub Undertones, Dom Castiel, Sub Dean, Injury, Hospitals, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF Dean Winchester, BAMF Castiel (Supernatural), Confessions, Strangers to Lovers Summary: Dean gets home from a long job to find a note on his front step. He knows exactly who it's from and what it means; it promises fun and danger and a fucking good time, and there's no way he can turn down this invitation. He can never say no to the Angel.

You Should See Me In A Crown | @cr-noble-writes

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 23175 Main Tags/Warnings: multiple minor character deaths, mention of child death, assassin!Dean, russian!cas, assassin au, mafia au, kidnapping, major character injury, dom/sub undertones, top!cas, bottom!dean Summary: Dean Winchester: native of Chelsea, MA, ex-Navy Seal sniper, freelance assassin. Known as The Hunter, he works with a small group of other freelance criminals in the Network, where they can share resources, vet clients, and choose targets with confidence. He never takes a job if the target doesn’t deserve their fate and he draws hard lines at assassinating people in front of their families. And he’s got a massive bone to pick with Alistair Sorokin. Castiel may be an important figure within the Russian mafia, running their gambling and prostitution rackets, but he dislikes the way the Pahkan, the boss, runs the family. Alistair is far too violent and Castiel believes it's bad for business. Though he detests unnecessary bloodshed, it's an easy decision for him to hire The Hunter to help him dispose of Alistair and take over the ruling seat to restore order and eliminate the unnecessary tensions and violence between the Russians, the Irish, and the Italians. Neither man is prepared for the feelings developing between them as they work through the long list of targets.

Not Dark Enough for the DC Universe | zaphodsgirl (AO3)

Rating: Mature Word Count: 28047 Main Tags/Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Secret Identity, Case Fic Summary: By day, Dean Winchester seems just like an average guy cliche: he works with cars, wears flannel shirts, and lives alone in a barely furnished apartment. Only the people close to him know that his life is just a mask to hide the fact that he wears a literal mask every night, that of the superpowered crimefighter Daredemon. This life isn't all it’s cracked up to be, especially when you can't tell your crush why you bailed on your date, and you might also be harboring an inconvenient attraction to another super you can't reveal your identity to.

A Crash Course in Computer Safety | @debatchery

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 85269 Main Tags/Warnings: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Slow Burn, CIA!Cas, nerd!Dean Summary: On the day of his 29th birthday, Dean receives an email from his old nemesis: Michael Milton, the guy who got him kicked out of college and stole his girlfriend. The email contains encoded images with top secret CIA/NSA intelligence – and now their only copy is in Dean’s brain. Both agencies send their best operatives – Castiel Novak and Victor Henriksen respectively – to handle their accidental asset and protect the invaluable data in his head. To justify their sudden appearance in Dean’s life, they adopt covers: Victor as Dean’s new co-worker and neighbor, Cas as his new boyfriend. Needless to say, Dean’s brother and his girlfriend are thrilled to see him in a relationship they believe to be real. Clearly, there’s no way this could go wrong. (NBC’s Chuck AU).

Hope is the Thing (WIP) | @funnywings

Rating: Mature Word Count: 183915 Main Tags/Warnings: dystopian AU, soldier!Cas, double!agent Cas Summary: The year is 110 in the Age of Light, brought on by the first Lightbringer. Castiel is a disgraced soldier of the state who abandoned his position after a traumatic event that made him question whether or not he could fulfill his duties to the state. After two months running from state authorities however, he has been caught in the city of Superbia and brought to Naomi who offers him a second chance to prove his loyalties and be returned to his garrison. All he has to do is infiltrate and spy on resistance forces. Castiel just wishes he was still completely sure his loyalties were only to the state.

#destiel trope collection 2020 #destiel trope collection #destiel #assassin au #spy au #secret agent au #hitman au #day 27

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diegoh4rgreeves · 5 years ago

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Save Me

Story Summary: Diego comes home from a mission and helps reader get their kid ready for school. Reader is a working mother and she is tired, so she decides to take a personal day. She seduces Diego by telling him how much she's missed him lately. Diego puts on his mask and "saves reader" on the kitchen counter.

Pairing: Vigilante!Diego x Female Reader

Chapter(s): 2/?

Word Count: 1804 words

Warning: Fluff, cussing, smut, dirty talk

A/N: I've written a fic before where Diego was reader's husband and they have a daughter named Grace (x). I wanted to keep the same characters for this fic. I'm unsure if this is a series, or an issue of a story. I’ll see what I’ll do about this.

Being a mother is hard. But it’s worth hearing your daughter get up in the morning and pretend to be her knife-throwing superhero father.

You hear distant sounds of her giggling. You’re in the kitchen making a sandwich for her school lunch. She’s heading down the stairs. You’re guessing that Diego’s home and helped her get ready. He likes to chase her down the stairs for play time.

“Mommy mommy!” You hear Grace’s voice more clearly as she runs inside the kitchen. She lets out a scream. “Save me from daddy!” She almost knocks over the jar of mayonnaise you just used as a spread for her sandwich.

You sigh and put the jar back to where it was before on the counter. “Grace! Be careful.”

“Better throw that knife, Grace…” Diego grins. “Or else I’m going to eat you!” He holds out his hands and roars.

She screams again.

“Grace, honey!” You shush her. “Indoor voice, okay?”

“Mommy, you never wanna play in the morning!” Grace crosses her arms and pouts.

“Because our neighbours are still sleeping.” You look at Diego and gesture your knife to the pantry. “Pour her some cereal, won’t you, Mr. Monster Man?”

Diego heads over to the pantry. As he does, he smirks at you. “Mr. Monster Man, huh? Is that what you wanna call me from now on because of my huge di—"

You give Diego a bewildered look and gesture your head at Grace.

He laughs and winks at you as he motions his hands to zip his lips.

As handsome and charming as he is, you are way too tired and irritated to flirt back. You look back at the sandwich and then get out a bag to slip it in. You stuff it in Grace’s Umbrella Academy lunchbox.

Diego looks at the lunchbox and sighs. Growing up in this superhero league was not as glamorous as the media makes it out to be. It was nothing but excessive training and neglect by Diego’s late adoptive father, Reginald Hargreeves.

Once Grace finishes her cereal, she leaps up from her chair and falls.

You only know she fell from hearing a thud. You gasp when you see her on the floor and cry. You run over to help her. You hold her up. “Grace, sweetie, are you okay?”

Grace shakes her head and pouts again. “I hurt my knee!”

“Here, let mommy kiss it better, okay?” You offer her.

She sniffs a couple times before nodding.

You lean over and give her a peck. Then you look up at her and smile. “Better?”

She nods once more.

“Good.” You then peck her forehead. “Now go to school, okay? Daddy will drop you off.”

“I’ll be out by the car!” Grace runs out the kitchen.

Diego smiles when he sees how you handled things with Grace. Then he puts his hands on your waist from behind. “Mommy, my lips hurt… Can you kiss it better?”

You roll your eyes and sniff out a laugh. Then you wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss the tip of his nose.

“That’s not what’s hurting…”

You smile before giving into this cute suggestion. You sigh deeply in the kiss. “Okay.” You release the kiss and pack Grace’s lunch. You toss the lunchbox at Diego and pat his chest. “Go, go! She’s gonna be late.”

“Okay mommy, anything you say…” Diego kisses your temple.

When he’s out of the kitchen, you roll your eyes again from how irresistible he is.

At this point of your routine, you get ready for work. Today though, you contemplate a personal day. When Diego gets home, he’s surprised to see you sitting on the couch.

“Are you okay?” Diego walks over to the couch and sits next to you.

You nod. “I’m fine. Just tired…”

“You should call in sick. You’ve been tired for a while, mama. You didn’t even let me talk about my huge dick in front of Grace.”

You let out a laugh. “Diego, we’re not scarring our daughter for life with your sexual comments! Let it go.”

His smile forms into a concerned look. “So, are you calling in sick or what?”

You shrug. “I guess. I just… can’t do it today… Is that bad?” You look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

He shakes his head. “You work hard, and you haven’t had a single sick day. Rest!”

You sigh. “You’ve been so good to me. You take care of Grace and I’m just this cranky mess…”

“Hey hey!” Diego gets up from the couch and massages your shoulders from behind. “Relax, mama. Don’t go into that self-pity spiral. That shit is obnoxious! My 5 siblings are already that way.”

You chuckle. “Was Ben ever that way?”

Diego hesitates to say anything. He manages to utter, “Well, kind of. I mean…”

Ben was Diego’s late brother. You tried to not pry Diego about him. You’ve just always wondered what happened to him. You’re married to Diego now, for God’s sake! You feel guilty bringing up Ben just now anyway. “Sorry. We don’t have to get into that.”

“It’s okay…” He says softly. “Call in sick now. I’ll make us some breakfast.” He licks his finger and presses your ear with it.

You jolt up and shriek. “Diego! You fucking prick…” You hold your ear. “Eugh, that was nasty!”

Diego laughs and heads into the kitchen.

You follow him and see him open the pantry. He turns his face towards you and laughs. “Yes, mama?”

“Call me mama one more time, and you’re gonna get it!”

“Get what?”

You’re so caught-up in the moment. You’re not sure what you’re doing. You spank his round bottom, and he gasps. “Oh… okay, that is what I get! Do it again, mama.” He sticks his butt out and shakes it.

You giggle so hard and blush over your random punishment. You relish this moment and just spank him again.

“Oh, yeah. Harder, Y/N. Harder!”

You continue doing this and then stop yourself. “What the fuck’s going on? Is this what it’s like to not have to go to work?”

“You know it!” He smiles. “You know how I like sexing you up before my missions.” He turns his whole body away from the pantry and he reels you close to him by pulling your waist.

You giggle at him with the acceptance of flirting. You wrap your arms around his neck and he finds this inviting for a kiss. So, he leans in and presses his soft lips to yours. He tastes like the cereal Grace just had, which you find so endearing. He may be a vigilante with a dark past, but he sure softened up as a father.

“You know, Diego…” You speak to him in between kisses. “I get so lonely when you’re not home…”

“But what about Grace?”

You release the kiss and shake your head. “Work with me here.”

“What?”

“I’ve been watching porn and touching myself… but it’s not enough.”

Diego beams up. “What, seriously!?”

You meant to turn him on, so you’re quite embarrassed over his shock at this. You blush and nod at him.

“Wow…” He smirks. “I mean… I’m so sorry you’re lonely. That’s just… wow.” He pulls you in closer as if you two weren’t so close already. Your chest presses with his, and he sneaks his hands from his back to your cute butt.

“I miss you so much, Diego…” You continue. “Can you save me from this loneliness? Will the rest of the city be safe?”

He groans. “F-f-fuck yes, it will be safe.” You suddenly feel his bulge on your thigh as he presses your bodies tighter together. Then he places you on top of the island countertop and helps himself to zipping down the fly of your dress pants. You lift your legs off the counter and permit him to slide your pants down; next to go down are your panties. He leans in and whispers, “Let’s do something while we hide from the bad guys.”

“My, Diego…” You giggle and moan as you bite your lip. “Have you been thinking of fucking me on your missions?”

He lets out a breathy laugh and cups his bulge for you to look at. “You have no idea…” He stares down at you as he takes out his mask from the pocket of his pants; then he strips for you and lets his clothes fall to the kitchen floor. He keeps his concentration by finally pulling off your shirt and bra. With his mouth hanging and his wandering eyes, he takes in how beautiful your bare body is.

“Diego!” You beam up. “You can look and touch. It’s not a crime!” You smile big as you squeeze one of your breasts. “See?”

He smirks and raises his eyebrows as he watches you squeeze yourself again. “No… I guess it’s not a crime, you’re right.” His voice is getting lower. He chuckles and leans in to bite the nipple of your other breast. It doesn’t feel like anything. You still screech for his satisfaction, and he smirks up at you as he keeps his tongue laid on you. He presses you further into his mouth by holding your back. He can’t help but to suck you like an infant.

Suddenly, your nipples feel sore and your breasts tingle. You moan from satisfaction over this. You call out his name and kiss his temple, which you’re glad to reach.

He lets go and smiles. “Did someone cum from their nipples?”

You blush and nod.

“Aww.” He spreads your legs outside the counter and stays in between you. He pecks your neck before he starts teasing your clit with his member. He muffles to you. “Well, my job saving you isn’t done yet…” He checks the pockets of his pants on the floor, and much to his luck he has a condom.

He gives himself a few strokes before slipping it on. He comes back to you and spreads your legs, which he stands in between, and he gets inside you.

Your mouth hangs as you take in how big he is. You’ve been with this man for a long time, and you’ll never adjust to his enormous size. You love this pain though, so you embellish your moans and even help yourself to some thrusts.

His thrusts are more forceful than yours, so you give up. You lie down on the counter and moan in pain and pleasure until you clench on him.

It’s his turn to moan loudly. He lets go of you and comes at the same time as you do.

You sit up on the counter again and tie off his mask. You lean in and kiss the tip of his nose, which makes him smile. “I better call work.”

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plaidpatternedtrenchcoat-blog · 6 years ago

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Knock Out

Dean Winchester x Castiel (AU)

Word Count: 1,072

Warnings: brief discussion of sexual acts, medical accident.

Summary: Dean can get a little animated, especially when he is reprimanding his brother for disrespecting his car. But, when he accidently injures a stranger, Dean tries to make everything right.

Also on Ao3

“No, Sam. W-Why is that even a question? Baby is not a motel room. She’s a beautiful, powerful machine that needs to be respected.” He waved the condom wrapper in Sam’s face. “I don’t care if you screw someone in the car, but clean up for yourself! Show some respect!”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Dean, I’m sorry. I couldn’t find it—”

“It was right beside your seat. Right there!” He gestured towards the car. “How could you miss a shiny purple—” Dean’s hand suddenly smacked into something with immense force. He immediately turned just in time to see a man collapse onto the sidewalk. Dean studied the situation for a moment, then swore to himself.

“Shit, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” Dean knelt down beside the man, who was groaning as he held his face. Dean scanned over his victim, who was about his age, focusing on his ivory skin and lush dark hair. “I’m so—”

“It’s alright,” a gravelly voice muffled from behind the man’s hands. “Ow.” A tiny ribbon of blood trickled down from behind his palm.

“Sam, call an ambulance. I think his nose is broken.” Dean leaned in a little further as the man lifted his hands, revealing a quickly forming bruise along the bridge of his nose. It was swelling, and blood was coming out of both nostrils now. Dean unraveled his scarf and bunched it up, then pressed it gently against the man’s face.

The stranger hissed in pain. “Ah,” he groaned. A hand covered Dean’s, holding it still.

“Sorry.” Dean’s eyes widened as icy blue eyes gazed up at him. Damn, this man handsome. Sure, his face looked a little more like a lumpy pillow right now, but his features were stunning. Dean couldn’t take his eyes off the stranger. “I need to be more careful.”

“I-I’m feeling a little dizzy.” The man mumbled. Dean’s eyes widened as he turned to his brother.He placed a supportive arm around the man’s shoulders.

“Sam, help me get him up. We can’t wait for an ambulance. Let’s get him to the hospital.” His voice was stern, but calm. He always seemed to be able to handle stressful situations. But, inside, he felt like utter shit.

Sam rushed over and lifted the man on the other side, making him groan as his head spun. “Whoa,” the man breathed. Dean tightened his grip a little.

“It’s going to be okay, man. What’s your name?” He asked as he and Sam lowered the injured stranger into the car.

“Cas,” the man mumbled.

“Well, Cas, we’re going to get you some help.” And, with that, Dean closed the door. He raced over to the driver’s seat and started the car.

Dean paced in the hospital hallway beside his brother. He felt like shit for what happened. But, as Sam said at least fifteen times, it was an honest accident. But, he needed to make it up to Cas, or Castiel as he later learned. Maybe he could offer to take him out to dinner? Was that too forward? He was gorgeous, but Dean had no idea if Cas thought the same way about him. Or anything about him, really.

For all he knew, Cas could be married. Or have someone in his life. Or hell, he may not want anyone in his life at all. Whatever it was, Dean was sure that he probably wasn’t interested now. Punching someone in the face isn’t exactly the way to win them over.

A nurse left Cas’ tiny, curtained space in the emergency room and nodded to the men. “You can see him now.” Dean nodded and raced behind the curtain, a part of them confused as to why he was so concerned about someone he didn’t even know.

Cas held ice to his face, smiling as he saw Dean enter the small makeshift room. “Hello, Dean,” he muttered. Dean’s heart fluttered at the sound of his name.

“Heya, Cas. What’s the verdict? I didn’t ruin that pretty face, did I?” Dean smirked at the man, who tilted his head a little.

“My nose is not broken. The nurse claimed that there can still be bleeding with trauma, even if there is no break.” He offered a flash of a smile. “I should be able to leave in another hour or so. They just want to make sure my dizziness is gone for good.” Dean nodded.

Sam shoved his brother’s arm and laughed. “I guess you pack a meaner punch than you thought, Dean,” he teased. Dean turned to him, scowling. Sam got the message, and said goodbye to Cas, before leaving the room.

Once Sam was gone, Dean turned back to Cas. “I feel so guilty for all of this.” He rubbed the back of his neck and bit his lip. “If there is any way I can make it up to you. I dunno.” He huffed.

Castiel gave him a puzzled look. “Why would you need to make it up to me, Dean? It was clearly an accident.”

“But you were on your way somewhere. And I stopped you in your tracks, literally.” Dean stepped a little closer to Cas. “I hope I didn’t mess up any plans.”

Cas chuckled as he moved the ice from his bruised face. He smiled at Dean’s joke, making Dean’s heart race. He had never reacted to someone like this before, and he wasn’t sure how to process it all.

“I was just walking home from work. I live just over a block away from where you, well, punched me. I work at the florist on Taylor and East Norwood.” He bowed his head. “I don’t think my manager is going to appreciate the new look.” He pointed to his face. “But, it will heal.”

“Well, if they give you the day off tomorrow, did you want to, uh, go get some dinner or something? Yah know, to make up for the bad shit today.” Dean’s sentence practically rushed out of him. He blushed, but maintained his eye contact with Cas.

Castiel smiled instantly, then winced. “That sounds nice.” He pressed the ice back to his face. “Just promise you’ll keep track of your arm movements.”

Dean beamed at his new date. “Oh, I promise I will.” Then, Dean pulled up a chair and waited for Cas to be discharged. The least he could do tonight was make sure he got home safely.

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themoonandotherslikeit · 6 years ago

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The Hand That Reaches for God- Chapter 4

***Sometimes staying away is the easiest move. Keeping a safe distance, especially for Emerson and Dean Winchester. So, when the Maklen twins come home again, they don’t anticipate the feelings that Emerson will get having to see him again. When tragedy strikes, the Winchester brothers and the Maklen twins are forced to face, not only their feelings, but each other. In a story about pain, family, abandonment, and desire, the couples have to decide if survival, without love, is enough.***

Warnings: Angst, violence, death, mutual pinning, age difference, language

Chapter Four

“I manage a smile the first time I see him, and it feels like the biggest lie I’ve ever told. So I hold my breath cause I’m thinking any minute now he’s gonna call me on it.” - Shane Koyczan

-9 Hours After-

The Earth was quiet. It was almost eerie, alien. The Winchester brothers stepped off the boat first on to the dock. They wanted to test it to make sure it was sound, so the girl’s wouldn’t fall into the ocean. Pieces were broken from when the earth shook. The dock splintered, as if it’d been hit by an angry fist. Sam lifted Pheli off the boat, effortlessly, pulling her against his chest. “You look cute.” He whispered to her through his surgical mask. She hit his chest playfully in response.

Dean offered a rubber gloved hand to Emerson. She could see the crinkles around his eyes from where he was grinning widely under his mask, but there was something else. His pupils were dilated and his eyebrows seemed locked in position. He was afraid.

Emerson rested her gloved hand in Deans and let him pull her up onto the dock. “Where are we going?” She asked him quietly.

“I have some supplies at the house, then I thought we could check the hospital and see about your mom.”

Pheli turned at that and met Emerson’s eyes. Their mother. They were going to let her go. It was already decided. What was the likelihood that she was still alive strapped to the machine that was breathing for her? What was the likelihood that anyone survived? In the wake of the explosion, would it even be safe to travel downtown to find out?

Dean squeezed Emersons hand. She hadn’t noticed that she was gripping his fingers for dear life. She didn’t want to need his support, but he was strong, and his hand was warm within hers. “Come on.” He said. “Let’s get to the car, it’s not safe to be out here even with the precautions.”

She pulled her hand from his and adjusted her hat, even though her skin was still covered. She could feel the heat from the sun baking down on them, and her skin was starting to sweat under the rain jacket.

“I feel like a baked potato.” Pheli complained as Sam zipped her jacked up to her chin.

“Better safe than sorry.” He said, poking her nose through the mask.

Ophelia was meant for drama, and Emerson had always thought that. Growing up, Pheli was always dressing up, and doing performances for the family. She would sit her sister and their mother down and do a dramatic reenactment, or a song and dance. The older she got, the more drama was involved in their regular life. She would cry over boys, and romanticize the smallest moments.

She wasn’t being dramatic then, though. Emerson felt that the baked potato metaphor was unsettlingly fitting. The ground seemed to be steaming; most of the red rain was gone from the ground, evaporated into blood red clouds that floated threateningly above them.

“Thank God.” Dean whispered as the four reached the car. “My baby is okay.” He ran his fingers along the car with a relieved smile.

Emerson rolled her eyes as he unlocked the car. Her vision was fuzzy along the edges. “Dean I’m not sure these masks are working.” She exhaled slowly, eyeing Pheli as Sam helped her into the car. “You feeling okay?”

“A little woozy.” She admitted.

“Me, too.”

“Alright, lets book it.” Dean said quickly, sliding into the driver’s seat.

The sisters laced their fingers together in the backseat. Emerson rubbed small circles on the back of Pheli’s hand. Their eyes flickered out the window as they watched the town they grew up in fly by in a blur of color. “Oh my god.” Pheli whispered, her hand going to her mouth.

Everything looked like it’d been picked up and shook. Buildings had collapsed, some still on fire. The flames licked up toward to the sky. Cars had crashed into each other, causing Dean to slow the Impala for fear of a collision. Bodies were lying in the street. “Christ.” Dean whispered. His back was tense under his flannel. Emerson wanted to reach out and touch him, but she refrained. It wasn’t their way, after all. “Fuck.” He stopped the car.

“What?” Emerson asked, scooting into the middle seat so she could get a view of the street. There was a large light pole that had fallen in the road. There was no way around. “Shit.”

“Fuck!” Dean shouted, slamming his hands against the steering wheel. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. “We are going to have to walk.” There was oil in the street from the car wrecks. Fire. It was dangerous to stay, but they had no idea if they would survive the walk back to the houses. The girls were already feeling a light headed from the toxin in the air, and they’d barely been outside.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” Sam promised, his hand on Pheli’s thigh. He was reaching around from the front seat.

She nodded. She believed him. She didn’t have any other choice.

“Dean, the gas…”

“I know.” He said sharply before letting out a sigh. “I have supplies at the house. All Dad’s old military shit. I think he may have some masks. We just have to get there.” He turned, meeting Emerson’s eyes. “We will have to hustle.” He turned to Phel. “Can you do that?”

Both girls nodded. They knew the only answer was yes. They had to move, or they would die, and the latter wasn’t an option. It couldn’t be.

-7 Years Before-

“What in God’s name are you doing here?”

Dean leaned against the doorway wearing a black button up lazily tucked into a pair of slacks. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and a cigarette was in between his teeth. He held a single rose in his fingers. “Homecoming, Em.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Emerson stared at him blankly. Fucking Ophelia! I’m going to kill her.

“Shit, put your murder eyes away.” He raised his hands in surrender.

“You’re too old for high school homecoming.”

“Probably right, but Sammy needs a wingman.” He offered her the rose with his best smile.

All it did was piss her off. She reached up and pulled the cigarette from his lips and broke it. “I’m not going anywhere with you if you have cigarette mouth. It’s disgusting.”

“Why do you care what my mouth tastes like?” He taunted with a smirk, clearly loving getting a reaction out of her.

“I don’t care.” She snapped before turning to walk back inside.

“So, you gonna change?”

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to him. She was wearing a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. She was so distracted by him showing up that she didn’t even realize. “No. I’m not going to homecoming.”

“Yes you are!” Pheli said from the top of the stairs.

“Oh I don’t want to hear it from you!” Emerson snapped at her sister who quickly disappeared back into her bedroom. She turned on her heels and her chest brushed against Dean’s.

“I don’t want to go either, by the way.” He said quietly.

“Cool.” She said. She didn’t back away from him. “So why are you trying to go?”

He shrugged. “I put on a shirt.”

“Right.” Emerson snorted.

“Just come with me, Em.”

“Why should I, Dean?”

“Because you want to.” He said sheepishly with a mischievous grin.

“I don’t.”

“You’re a liar.” He grinned widely. “Fine. Come because it’ll be fun. We can watch Sammy and Ophelia be all squirmy and awkward. It’ll be great.”

Emerson opened her mouth to argue more, but she pressed it shut. She knew she should go to be there for her sister. It was her first date with Sam. Her eyes met Deans green ones. He was grinning. He already knew he won. “Fine, but this isn’t a date. We are going for our siblings.”

“Yup. Totally.” He chucked low. “I don’t date anyway, Em.” He shrugged.

“Right.”

****

Dean was surprised by how nice Emerson cleaned up. She took a step on the top of the stairs and Ophelia cleared her throat, maybe to signal Sam to look at her, or perhaps to signal Dean to look at her sister.

He wasn’t blind, he knew Emerson was beautiful. Both Maklen sisters were often the talk of the school, and even though he was long graduated, he wouldn’t forget the look of the other seniors when the two blonde twins walked into the school on the first day of their freshman year. They were beautiful and typically attached at the hip. Sam had begged him to take Emerson to the dance.

“Please, Dean. You owe me!”

“For what, pray tell?”

“Two words: pink panties.”

“Alright, you got it. I’ll take the cranky sister to the dance.” Truth be told, he would’ve taken her anyway. She was hot and mysterious, but more than anything Sam asked him. He couldn’t say no to his brother.

“Thank you.” Sam exhaled.

“You’re really nervous, aren’t you?”

“Am I that transparent?”

“Yes.” Dean laughed. “You actually are.” He grabbed his brother and ruffled his hair. “Little Sammy! Don’t forget to pack condoms.”

“What? No way!” His face was bright red and hot.

Dean laughed and let him go. “Go in with confidence, my man. It makes a world of difference.”

Sam ran his fingers through his hair to fix it. “Is that what you’re going to do with Emerson?”

The older brother shrugged and flipped his lighter in his hands. “It won’t be like that.”

“Why not? If it works with all the other girls.”

“Well first of all, she’s sixteen.” He said, flicking Sam’s forehead. “Second of all, I don’t know. She’s not like other girls.” He shrugged noncommittally.

Her hair had a subtle wave to it as it spilled down her shoulders. Her dress was simple, maroon, and strapless, showing off her smooth collarbones and flawless shoulders. It hit her mid-thigh, and for once she wore combat boots. His eyes landed on her full lips, which were painted a nude color. More than anything, though, she looked fucking annoyed.

“You look amazing.” Sam gushed at Pheli. She was wearing a pink dress that hugged her curves. It had a shimmer to it, and the straps crisscrossed across her chest. She wore a pair of silver heels that caught the light. She put a lot of work into her appearance, and Sam noticed.

“Thank you.” She blushed, red creeping up her neck. “You look handsome too.” She took his hand, and he offered her a corsage. “Wow! It’s stunning. Did you pick it out yourself?”

Dean turned to Emerson and grinned. “Wow, you clean up nice.”

“I know.” She forced a wicked grin.

“You look nice, too, Dean.” He said in a girly voice. “Wow, thanks Em. You’re a peach.”

“Was that supposed to be me?” She laughed.

“I think it was a spot on interpretation.”

“I guess.” She rolled her eyes, but took his arm when he offered it. “Okay love birds, let’s get this thing over with.”

The dance was impressive, but no one should’ve been surprised. Pheli was on the planning committee. The gymnasium at the high school was transformed by twinkle lights, and clear balloons covering the floor. Everything was low light and sparkling. It felt like they were inside of a glittering snow globe just waiting to be shaken.

“You out did yourself, kiddo.” Dean glanced at Ophelia. She smiled widely, knowing that any compliment given from him was one to cherish.

“Sam let’s go get our picture taken!” She squealed, pulling his hand. The couple disappeared into the crowd to go get a professional photograph taken.

“She’s intense.” Dean commented.

“That’s an understatement.”

He glanced at her. “Do you want a drink or something?”

“What? Like punch?”

“Sure.”

“Okay.” Emerson raised an eyebrow. He put a hand on her lower back to lead her through the crowd.

He got them both a glass of punch and to her surprise he didn’t pull out a flask. They walked away from the table and took a seat. She took the glass from him and eagerly and took a sip. She made a face. “This is so watered down.” She laughed.

“Yeah, I never liked dances.” He agreed with a laugh. “They always felt lame and forced.”

“Pheli loves them, and I love watching her love them. Ya know? Even if I hate them.”

“Don’t teenage girls usually love dances?”

“That’s a stereotype.” Emerson raised an eyebrow.

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, guess it is.”

Emerson picked at her nails uncomfortably, and Dean couldn’t stop staring at her. The way her blonde waves fell in her face. The focus of the deep brown of her eyes. The way her bottom lip moved as she let out her breath. He pleaned in. “Okay, one time offer.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Want to dance?”

She almost spit her drink. Was Dean Winchester seriously asking her to dance? “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope. Going once… going twice…”

“Fuck you.” She went to fold her arms across her chest in protest, but instead he grabbed her hand and pulled her up.

She was so surprised that she was easily pulled on to the dance floor. He spun her around effortlessly, her hair whipping around her. The song was faced paced, and she was surprised by his dance moves. He wasn’t grinding against her leg, he was actually dancing. His hand was pressed to her lower back and he lead her around the dance floor. “How did you learn this?” She asked, breathlessly as he pulled her against him.

“Mom.” He said with a shrug. “She loved to dance, and Dad had two left feet.”

“You’re actually pretty good.” She laughed as he spun her out and back in again.

“You sound surprised.”

“I am.”

“Maybe I’m not what you think I am.” He asked as he pulled her a little closer, his eyes meeting hers intensely.

Maybe he wasn’t. It hadn’t ever occurred to her that the guy next door could be more than he appeared. The song changed to a slower one and she started to pull away, but his grip tightened on her. “Just a little longer.” He murmured, and she wasn’t really sure if she was intended to hear it, not really, so she didn’t comment on it.

They swayed slowly together to the rhythm of the music. She let her body relax against him, and she rested her head on his shoulder. “This doesn’t last forever.” He commented quietly.

The song? She knew that, but somehow she didn’t think that was what he meant. “What doesn’t?”

“High school.”

She nodded against his shoulder. “I know.”

“It sucked for me, too.” He laughed breathlessly. “But it really is just a blink and it’s over.”

She knew that, but there was comfort in hearing it from someone who lived through it. From someone who wasn’t like Pheli, who often cried at the thought of high school ending.

“Not everyone is Sam and Ophelia.” Dean commented, as if he could read her mind.

“That’s the truth.” She pulled away to look at him. “Why aren’t you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know... real?”

He shrugged. “When people think you’re one thing, sometimes it’s just easier to live up to it. I’d always rather be underestimated. Then you can surprise them, and you never let anyone down.”

Emerson pressed her lips together. Part of her wanted to kiss him, but then she remembered that she didn’t kiss guys like Dean Winchester. She didn’t kiss guys period. She was thinking, again, despite what she was witnessing, that he was one thing. That he was bad, but people are more complicated than that. More than anyone she should know that. “Want to get some air?” She asked him instead.

“Sure.” He shrugged, dropping her hand to walk outside.

She somehow felt empty, without having him touching her. They pushed out into the cool Autumn night. His back was pressed against the brick of the school as he pulled out a cigarette. He held it between his lips and lit it, inhaling the smoke. His eyes fluttered closed, his face relaxing.

“Why do you do that?”

He shrugged, opening a single eye to look at her. “Part of me has always known I’m going to die young. May as well help it along. Should smoke two at once.” He laughed, letting out a gray breath.

She eyed the cigarette, glowing orange in the night air. “That’s tragic, Dean. You know that, right? Life isn’t about dying. It isn’t about getting to the finish line.”

He turned his body to look at her, his expression serious. “Of course it is, Em.”

They weren’t like Sam and Ophelia. Wrapped up in bliss and possibilities. Flowers and butterfly kisses. Emerson and Dean were snark, longing looks, and inhaled smoke despite the fact that it fucking hurt. They stood in the dark behind the school, listening to the muffled pulse of music through the wall into the gymnasium. There were people that went to dances and fell in love under the twinkling lights, and then there was Dean Winchester. He wasn’t the guy to fall in love with. He was dangerous. He had bad habits and little to no respect for himself. But he also danced with his mom and looked out for his little brother, and the way he looked at Emerson through the smoke in the darkness made her question everything she knew. Maybe that’s what relationships were all about. Questions and answers.

Emerson grabbed the cigarette from him and stepped an inch away from him. “I refuse to believe that you are living just to die. What is the point? If you don’t have something to live for, Dean, it’s time to find one. You think you’re worthless, but the only thing making you worthless is you.”

His eyes flickered to the cigarette with his mouth opened. Her words hit him like a bullet to the chest. He half expected her to stomp out the burning embers, but instead she brought it to her lips and took a deep breath in, sucking the smoke into her lungs, her eyes never leaving his.

-9 Hours After-

They were running, dodging flames, cars, fallen trees, dead bodies... Emerson bent over in a coughing fit. Even through the surgical mask the air was too much. The toxin and the smell of burning flesh had almost completely blinded her. Everything was fuzzy. She had only been pulled forward by Ophelia, who was being almost drug by Sam. They jumped over a fallen woman, and Emerson released Pheli’s hand. She doubled over, coughing into her mask.

It was worse than that first cigarette. She coughed so much she almost threw up. It had lessened the impact of her statement to Dean, turns out Ophelia wasn’t the only Maklen girl who had a flare for the dramatic.

“Em!” Ophelia turned back when she felt her sister release her grasp. “Dean!”

He turned and muttered a curse under his breath. He turned on his heels and ran to Emerson, effortlessly scooping her up. His arm went under the bend of her legs and behind her back. “I got you.” He told her, holding her against his chest. “Keep going! I’ve got her!” He yelled to his brother and Pheli.

Emerson looked up at Dean weakly. She was coughing more, her throat burning. She tasted pennies in her mouth. “Dean.” She whispered between coughs. Her lips were wet under the mask.

“You’ve got it. Just hold on a little longer, Em. We are almost there. We don’t live just to die, remember?” He asked quietly, wiping a tear from her eye. “So you aren’t dying today. I won’t fucking lose you. Not now.”

—————

Chapter Five

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Amnesia || Tony Stark

Requested: Yes, by my best buddy��@the-right-drug-wrong-time

Prompt(s) used: 92.“You are small and full of anger.”, 67: “You’re bleeding!”, 53. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” (prompt list here)

Summary: You lost your memory after a car accident. Everything keeps coming slowly back.

Warning(s): swearing, sexual jokes, bit of angst, Tony is insecure, fluff...

Word count: 5100

A/N: This took me wayyyyyy longer than I thought it will and it is also a loooooooot longer than I thought it will be. I am full of surprises these days, lol. I hope you will like it, Alex, and all of you who will read it willingly

My masterlist || Characters list (aka who I write for)

GIF IS NOT MINE

“...We have to run another few tests before we can release you. Of course, I will no longer tire you and allow you to get some rest; You need it,” The doctor smiled at her from behind his glasses. She forced her own smile to occur on her face, ignoring the throbbing pain in her temples.

He turned around to leave but then he added: “I almost forgot, you need to stay put and try not to leave your bed. The injury on your head caused by whatever reason could make you feel like your head is spinning and you could faint if you make too much of movement. I would also recommend that you hold off on searching for clues on your past. It could stop your brain from remembering."

She stared at him confusedly, only for him to give her a sympathetic smile as he pushed his glasses up his nose, "When the brain tries too hard to remember what it doesn't know, it tends to suppress many other memories. Not to mention it inflicts upon the other functions the brain is responsible for, like hormone productions and whatnot. Overloading the brain with trying to remember what it cannot will only cause more harm than good, ma'am. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head silently.

"Good. I'll leave you alone for now. A nurse will be by soon enough. Enjoy your rest, ma’am.”

She let a loud sigh escape her lips as soon as he closed the door behind himself. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. He was honestly so naive to think that she wouldn’t go and try to find anything about her past. It was stupid of him to think that anyone would just stop and not look through their stuff, especially if all they could remember was just their childhood and teenage years and nothing more.

The last decade and a half of her life was hid behind the curtain of mist and she felt helpless at the emptiness.

She let her legs fall from the edge of hospital bed and kicked them back and forth slowly, thinking through every movement she wanted to do. She eyed the room carefully.

Her room had a TV in the left corner, right next to the window with the open blinds. Under there was a table with tons of flowers, all of them her favourite. There was also a teddy bear, a little one with a blue and red shirt with traces of spider webs on it. He sat on one of the two chairs. The second one had a black bag on it, probably with clothes. On a table next to her bed was a bottle of water, something what looked like a pain killers and some fruits. She hoped that they had left her personal things in a drawer but before she opened it she took the pills and swallowed them down immediately.

She felt her stomach drop at the sudden realization of what she didn't know. She wasn’t sure if she was excited or scared of what she would have to find out.

Did she stay friends with Anna, her childhood best friend, or did they have some terrible arguement and stopped talking? Did she become the screenwriter she always wanted to be? Or did she started a career as a cop slash detective, like everyone predicted?

How was her family doing? Is everyone okay? Did her brother enlist in the army like he said he would? Oh, and does she have fiance or husband or wife or significant other? Or does she has more than one? Is she in poly relationship? Is she a cheater?

Oh wow, that escalated quickly.

She was glad that she has room just for herself because she was blushing so hard from her thoughts.

She waited for a few minutes for the pills to kick in, just watching through the slightly opened window. It was already dark outside and light breeze brushing over her bare feet made her shiver a bit.

It didn’t last long and she already felt better. Her headache was getting better by every second.

Oh god, these pills are some strong shit. Wonder if I can be high because of them, she giggled. Jesus Christ, I’m a mess.

She decided to finally open the drawer. Inside was a sealed package with her phone, some jewerly and a piece of paper. There was also her wallet and a pack of gum. And, oh god, a condom.

Well, now we can be sure that I have a boyfriend. Or... Who knows, she thought to herself with raised eyebrows.

She opened the package and let the items fall into her open palm. She started with the paper with a little note.

Don’t forget to tell Happy to pick Peter up. I love you, sweet cheeks. Tony P.S. Sorry about last night. I hope this breakfast will make up for it.

A grin appeared on her face without realizing. She bit her lower lip, another silent giggle escaping her lips. Tony, you bastard.

The thought was automatic, coming from seemingly nowhere in her garbled, jumbled mind. Who was this man? They must have been together for a few years by the contents of this letter. Who was Happy? And Peter? Did she have a kid?

She shook her head. She would remember if she has a son, right? She would have to remember. But one thing she couldn't deny, she felt a strong connection to the name, even if there was no face attached to it. Yet.

Her body froze when an image played across her mind.

She was holding someone in her arms, running her hand down his back while he had his arms strongly wrapped around her as well. “I am sorry, Y/N.” His voice came out deeper than usual.

She pushed him away, keeping him an arms distance length away, tightening her grip on his strong arms. She looked into his brown eyes filled with regret and exhaustion. She caressed his cheek and unnecessarily wiped away the almost dried tears, for no reason other than providing comfort to him.

“Hey, it’s okay, kid. I stand behind my decision of protecting you and helping you with anything that happens. I know Tony is angry but it's just because he is worried about you. Don’t be sorry, you did good. Briliantly, actually, and I am sure, one hundred percent, he thinks the same. You took Vulture down on your own, come on!” A wide smile spread across her face, one that he couldn't help but reciprocate. She pulled him back into her embrace and ran her hand through his hair.

“Besides, he will be back with his “mentoring” before you blink. Let’s go, we have to patch you up.”

Memories flash through her mind. She was sure of that. She was sure that these were her memories. She could remember those brown orbs anywhere, that typical “lost puppy” look.

Ha! And doctor said it would slow down remembering! Bullshit!

She went back to the rest of her things. She took one piece of the gum and started chewing while she put the necklace back on her neck where it belonged. The chain hung right between the valley of her breasts, and if she didn't know any better, she was sure that that was the necklace's main purpose.

“I have something for you,” A voice echoed, the image of whiskey brown eyes looking into hers. It was like he wasn’t sure of her reaction when he took the black velvety box from his back pocket. Despite all the confidence exuding from his body, his eyes still held traces of hesitancy.

“I couldn’t help myself, I had to buy this. Okay, maybe I didn’t buy this and actually did it myself - great work, by the way - but, ugh, well… I hope you like it,” he said as he fidgeted with little box in his hand. She outstreched her hand across the table with encouraging smile, opening her palm. He placed it there without his usual smirk, holding her for few moments.

Tony Stark was nervous. She loved it, she loved that she was able to make the most confident man nervous.

They were on the rooftop of Stark Tower. It felt like she could touch the stars if she tried hard enough.

“I'm guessing this won’t be another condom like the one you gave me the first time you wanted to sleep with me." He relaxed a little, short laugh escaping his lips at her words. He opened his mouth to retort when she interrupted, "You succeeded, may I add. Multiple times."

She winked at him, a small smirk playing on her lips. He placed his hand on her arm, rubbing a few soothing circles into the skin with a coy look on his face, “Well, I still think that it’s the most romantic thing I ever did.”

She giggled and bit her lip as she let go of his hand and opened the little box. There was small arc reactor with a diamond instead of the glowing energy it produced. (She knew she should know the exact term for it but…science was never really her thing.)

She really tried to not let tears fall down from her eyes.

“Darlin’?” he spoke up carefully, searching for resistence in her eyes.

She took a sharp breath in and looked up at him, her eyes shining brighter than the stars above them, “It’s beautiful. I am never going to take it off.”

She broke her promise. Not willingly of course, but fate has its ways, doesn't it?

When she closed her eyes, she could see the bright lights of an incoming car blinding her, and she could feel the impact the collision had on her body as she was crushed into the street light at almost full speed when she tried to avoid a man walking in black clothes she hadn't seen.

She knew Tony was worried sick. She woke up a few times, for just a few seconds during her sessions of unconsciousness. Everytime, she saw him sitting on one of the plastic chairs.

He looked tired with black bags under his eyes and messy hair. It was always just for a few blinks accompanied by terrible headache before she fell asleep again. Last time she saw him, he was asleep by her bed, holding her hand firmly.

She played with the simple ring on her hand. She put it on and took it off from her ring finger a few times before she let it on for good. It fit perfectly.

“Why are you still here?” he asked her one night when they were in each other's embrace, after a long comfortable silence. She had her head under his chin and she did soothing circles around his arc reactor. She left a kiss on his bare chest before she looked up to his face.

“I enjoy your presence. You are incredibly smart, charming and so. freaking. handsome,” she placed a kiss all over his face with every word. She giggled when he took her face in his hands and placed a kiss on her nose with a smirk. “You are complicated as hell but when you are with me you don’t hide. You are trying not to hide your emotions from me. You are honest and you are being real. You have the most adorable laugh I ever heard and I want to listen to it forever,” she lied her head back onto his chest so he couldn’t see her face.

“I know you will make fun of me but do you remember when we watched this dorky, unrealistic comedy you find so funny? I couldn’t help myself but record you when you giggled and ranted almost whole movie about how stupid it is and you asked countless times why we are still watching it. I listen to it in work, when I feel like giving up or when I am sad or when you are away on mission and I miss you. You are not what everyone else say, you are so much more,” she placed her hand over his heart hidden under the arc. “I fell in love with you. And I keep on falling,” she added with a grin.

He stayed silent. He didn’t dare to breathe, like if he thought that she would disappear if he did. So he pulled her closer, hiding his face into her neck and kissing her shoulder. “That was… the cheesiest thing I ever heard. You are the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I love you. Will you marry me?”

Oh god, she missed him so much. She wanted to go home.

Her headache was getting worse. She pressed the button to call the nurse so she would be there quicker. She wanted to know if Tony knew she was awake and another pain killer because with the intensity of the pain made it all too overhelming. She was close to tears when nurse entered the room. Before she fell to unconsciousness she heard her say: “Mrs. Y/L/N, are you okay?”

When she woke up again she had an IV and breathing mask on. She carefully looked around the room as soon as the world stopped spinning. Maybe her headache wasn’t that bad anymore but she still felt like shit.

She wasn’t alone. There was a man in the black suit, his tie was loosened a bit and his hair was a mess. He had glasses on the bridge of his nose. There were newspapers in his hand, in his free one he fidgeted with a red pen. He was concetrated on the piece of paper before him and looked awfully familiar.

She took off her mask.

“Hi,” she whispered, her throat sore.

“Good morning,” he answered absentmindedly but soon he lifted his gaze and gave her a big, goofy smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Great, but to be honest, I would kill for a glass of water,” she attempted to smile as well because somehow, she knew he had to be close to her. But she couldn’t grasp a name or how she met him. It worried her and she didn’t want to pretend.

When she took a drink from his hand with silent ‘thank you’ she cleared her throat. “Can you… Can you please tell me your name?” His smile fell. She felt the need to explain, she didn’t want him to be sad. “I know I know you, I am really close to these memories but a name would help.”

He went back to his chair at the end of her bed. He stared at her, unsure if it was a good thing to do. The doctor definitely warned him. The doctor told him what probably caused her blackout - her effort to get all her memories back. But the man wanted her to remember, she saw it on him. He sighed when she looked at him with beseeching eyes. He put his glasses down on the bedside table.

“I am Harold Hogan but you and almost everyone I know call me Happy. I would say I am your security guard but you reffer to me as a knight in a suit.”

Flashes of him in many opportunities to help her, his usual black suit on, played in the back of her head accompanied by another starting headache. She smiled widly, happy that her memory is really coming back. “Yeah, it suits you more,” she laughed at her own joke.

He rolled his eyes. “I guess that concussion wasn’t that bad.”

“But the broken ribs are,” familiar doctor entered her room.

She shrugged, only now acknowledging the bandages holding her chest and uncomfortable preasure there. “That memory loss is a lot worse. Did you wait behind the doors to make a dramatic appearance?” she pointed her finger lazily towards the door, her brow raised.

“Maybe, maybe not,” he took a look into a folder he was holding. “I came to tell you you will be released in a few days,” she silently cheered, “but you have to stay in contact in case you will suffer from another strong pain. You have to be more careful, Mrs. Y/L/N, and stop to force your brain to remember. Do I have to repeat my speech from the last time we saw each other?”

She tried to make herself as little as possible. She felt like a little kid who her parents caught doing something what she wasn’t supposed to do. But, well, it was true except she was an adult woman. She nodded slightly.

“Good. I would be happier if you stayed awake for longer than three hours.”

“How long was I out?” she asked curiously.

“For almost a day, Miss,” he informed her and she widened her eyes.

“Well, shit,” she muttered under her breath.

He didn’t seem to notice. “Let your memories, please, come back to you naturally. Now you see what excessive effort can cause. I hope this will not happen again,” he warningly glanced at her from behind his glasses.

He turned to Happy when she nodded again. “I will have to ask you to leave, sir. I know you are worried but as you can see, memory is fragile and rushing it can cause a lot of problems. Please, say your goodbyes, I will wait on you outside if you want more information.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“I want this information too,” she involved herself into conversation, upset that the doctor doesn’t want to tell her her condition.

The doctor smiled at her. “Of course, Miss, you are the patient, I am sorry. Would you like another cup of water?”

“You definitely were standing behind the doors and waiting for the right moment to walk in, doc.”

∼∼∼∼∼∼

She got up from the bed carefully. Her head was throbbing a bit but it was a lot better than last few days and she was determineted to get out of this place. Boredom was eating her alive. And Tony didn’t stop by. She didn’t know if she should be angry at him or worried.

Yeah, probably both.

She took a shaking breath in when she straightened her back. “Fuck,” she mumbled through gritted teeth. She looked over her room and made her way to the bag with clothes as quickly as her head let her.

She was just pulling her jeans on when a boy with brown hair and the cutest terrified look on his face she ever saw on a boy who saw her in her underwear. He quickly covered his eyes and turned his back to her.

“I-I am so sorry, Mrs Stark,” he said with voice an octave higher. Finally someone to call her by her right last name. She laughed.

“It’s okay, Pete, things like that happen-,” she stopped mid sentence. His name fell from her lips easier than she thought. She quickly put on her pants and walked up to him, turning him to face her and putting his hands gently from his face. He was blushing adorably and trying to look everywhere but at her.

“You are Peter. You are the one I was suppose to tell Happy to pick up. You are one the one who I held in my arms and who was beat up and who I was so proud of in my memory,” she studied him carefully.

His smile was so contagious that she couldn’t stop her own. “Yes, that would be me, Mrs Stark.”

She punched him light in the shoulder. “Stop calling me like that, you know it makes me feel old and too professional. Call me Y/N, the fact that I had an accident doesn’t mean that you should act differently around me,” she let the words spill naturally. Memories were coming back easily, now without being acompanied by horrible headache which she welcomed with open arms.

He surprised her by hugging her tightly around her waist and liffting her up. “I was so scared you wouldn't remember me,” he confessed with happy giggle and twirl. She, instead of replying, screamed with mouth closed. He quickly put her down and only then noticed the bandages sticking from under her t-shirt that ran up a bit. “I'm so sorry,” he apologized again while she hissed her pain away.

“It’s okay,” she let out breathlessly and waved him away when he wanted to help her sit or help somehow. She took a sharp breath in.

“It’s okay, it'll go away. I've had worse,” she assured him while pictures of catching a bullet or getting sliced by a weird looking spear through her leg played in her head. She shook her head at her memories still not setting in. Her life was a freak show at some points.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again.

She pointed a finger at him. “Stop apologizing or I will take away your webshooters.”

His jaw dropped but smiling widely right after, happy that one of his mentors is back again. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh yes, you bet your ass I would, kid. Now, where is Happy with those papers? I need to get out of here.”

∼∼∼∼∼∼

When they arrived at her (supposed) and Tony’s house she stared at it in awe. She remembers seeing the large size of the building, but things were still a little hazy. This was much more bigger and spacious than her memory had let on.

“This place is huge, you sure this is our house?” she asked Happy as they got out of the car. They dropped Peter off at his home with his aunt on their way here. She found out May was one of the greatest people she had in her life immediately after Peter opened the door from their apartment. May was just walking through the hall when she noticed them and ran up to them, hugging them both. May and her chatted for a while by which the italian woman helped Y/N a lot with remembering her life. Peter complained after a few minutes that he was hungry and that Y/N has a place to be and husband to talk to. He got double smacked in the back of his head for that.

“Yes and half of the rooms there were your idea,” Happy let her know while getting her bags out of the trunk. She held the teddy bear from Peter close to her chest and the biggest bouquet of her favourite flowers in her free hand. She decided to let the rest of the flowers to patients at the hospital.

She nodded her head in approval. “Sounds like me.”

When she got to the front door and was ready to open them she stopped and looked up where she knew cameras were.

“Friday?”

“Yes, ma’am?” The Al replied in a matter of seconds.

“Did you informed Tony about our arrival?”

“No, miss. He told me to not disturb him while he works unless it’s matter of Earth's safety,” she let her know. Y/N rolled her eyes and smirk appeared on her face.

“Wonderful. Please, soundproof any noises from the first floor while we take all things in. When I go to his lab, don’t tell him anything.”

It took them longer than she thought it would but finally, she was walking down the hall to Tony’s lab.

The lab had glass walls from one side, same as in their old house, and the rest of the walls was from classic bricks, a window every few metres high, just few centrimetres from the ceiling. Tony didn’t notice her because he was tinkering with something in undercarriage of one of his cars at the moment. She took the opportunity to silently slip in there.

She waved on Dumm-y who stood above Tony, giving him what he needed when he asked. She put her finger in front of her lips and robot understood her, not letting out anything more than some whirling. She put carefully Tony’s stuff aside of his iron desk, trying her best to not let out a sound.

“Dumm-y, give me a screwdriver. The one I asked you earlier, don’t mess it up again,” Tony’s muffled voice echoed from under the car. She couldn’t help the smile that formed on her lips. She was unable to put her finger on the feeling that she felt in the hospital, that tug of her hurt and she realized that it was sadness. She wanted to see him there when she woke up and she was nowhere to be seen. Peter helped to bury that aside but it returned when she was in the car with just Happy at the front seat again.

She sat on the desk. It creaked as it rode back a bit. She bit her lip.

“What did I tell you?” Tony rumbled and rode from under the car. “You should be more caref-.” His words froze on his lips as his eyes fell upon her. She had a bed hair from the hospital, looking exhausted. Her eyes were still shinning with the spark he loved so much, even with the dark bags under them. Wide smile was plastering her lips that he liked to kiss so much. She had AC/DC t-shirt on that he gave her and he would bet all the things that he hold dear that she knew what that did to him.

“Hi, handsome,” she greeted him, voice roughed by emotions.

He jerked in surprise and hit his head as he wanted to get up quickly to put her in his arms. He groaned in pain. She didn’t waste a minute and she was already sitting by his side as he sat up and held his forehead. When he put it away he almost didn’t notice that there was blood at his fingertips. He felt like a teeneger again when she looked at him all worried and with hardly held back a good laugh.

“You're bleeding!” She couldn’t hold back a laugh anymore. He frowned at her playfully. “You are unbelievable. One of the world’s mightiest heroes and he gets a cut on his head because he was too enchanted by his beat up, but still beautiful,” she added quickly as he glared at her, "wife.”

He looked her over, watching out for every injury her car accident caused and followed her as she took an aid-kit from Dumm-y.

“Thank you,” she smiled at the robot and turned back to Tony who studied her face. “What? Do I have something on my face?"

He shook his head, "You're so beautiful, I can't stop looking at you.”

She blinked a few times before she shook her head affectionately. She took what she needed out of the aid-kit and started to take care of him.

“That accident must have done a lot more damage to you than we thought. You're using silly pick-up lines again.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “You love them,” he reasoned.

She nodded her head. “Yeah, I love them.”

The comfortable silence fell upon them. They felt like themselves again when they were with each other, they were the missing pieces that other was missing. He missed her and she missed him. They were able to function and relax without each other but when one of them was at the hospital or away on a mission or just gone for a long time, it affected them more than they wanted to admit sometimes. The connection between the two was strong, stronger than they thought that they would ever have with anyone. They loved each other, they cared for each other and helped each other in the way that other people couldn’t.

Their moment was disturbed by Tony himself. “I wished that you wouldn't remember me for a while.” She took a deep breath to say something but he continued. “If you wouldn’t remember me you could have started over. Without this superhero bullshit, without danger, without a man who has to many issues to solve them in a few months - I am an asshole. You could have start with a chance to have a proper family, to-.”

She cut him off, “I will stop you right there. Listen carefully and remember with me. As I once told you - everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy, the bad boy who will broke my heart one day. Well, you know how I was and still am with advices. I never listen. You remember the night you asked me to marry you?” she smiled softly at the memory and gave him a quick peck on his lips that left him wanting a proper kiss before she continued.

“I meant all of it and I still do. You might be an asshole sometimes and do some stupid decision from time to time but it’s human and you are still learning. And besides, and that’s what I stand behind, you are kind of just, small and full of anger,” she gave him another peck when he glared at her with raised eyebrows.

“I know I forgot for a while who you were and that I love you more than anyone on this stupid planet. But I am back now and I am not going anywhere. You are stuck with me just as I am stuck with you. I love you,” she repeated while looking into his eyes.

He didn’t think, just listened to his heart. So he lifted himself up and locked his lips with hers. They were soft and tasted like the minty toothpaste she used but he didn’t mind at all. She was there, somehow okay and still alive and breathing and remembering him.

As soon as their lips connected, all his troubles were gone and all that mattered was her and only her.

She placed her hand to the back of his neck and shimmed closer to him to kiss him better. His lips felt roughed against hers and he tasted like coffee but she didn’t mind a bit. He felt like home and that was all that matter.

When they pulled away to catch their breaths it didn’t take her long to find her words again. “And you are right, you have many, many issues, like PTSD and Daddy issues and insecurities and ego bigger than-.”

He growled and pulled her into his lap, kissing her again as she giggled.

All that mattered was that they were together and happy. The outside world could wait a minute.

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