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[wanda-widow]

Post-Mission

Grumpy!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 832

Summary: Bucky has always been one to try and pull away from people who care about him. However, you're always one to be insistent and care for him anyways, no matter what he says.

18+ MDNI

Warnings: slight angst, implied smut if you squint your eyes, fluff

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Hearing footsteps shuffle down the hall along with the sound of a dragging duffle was all you needed to know that Bucky was back from his week long mission. Hopping off the bed and peeking your head out of your shared bedroom, you saw Bucky scrub a weary hand down his face. You instantly frowned, worried as you hurried over to him, taking the duffle out of his hands. 

“How was the mission? Are you hurt anywhere? We should get you some food, you look exhausted” you said while rushing back to the room to unpack his gear as he let out a sigh, silently chucking off his boots before face planting on the bed. 

“Bucky?” came your worried voice after you put his boots into the closet, sitting on the bed next to him and poking his shoulder. “Bucky, get up. Shower, eat, and then rest.” you urged, poking him again when his vibranium hand shot out to grip your wrist.

“Let me sleep” he said gruffly before shifting on the bed so that his back was turned to you, leaving you rubbing your wrist softly. You knew he wasn’t too responsive after missions since it took so much out of him, not that he was one for words or self care anyways. Still, you took it upon yourself to make sure he was cared for. 

“Please? I’ll make you plum croissants tomorrow if you just shower and eat” you tried again, scooting closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder as you felt him sigh again before sitting up.

“Eat and then shower” he said, running a hand through his hair as he made his way to one of the compound communal kitchens, sitting down on one of the stools as he waited for you expectantly. 

“Grilled cheese?” you offered, slotting yourself in the opening between his thighs, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he nodded, fingers trailing down your arm as you pulled away. You could feel his gaze follow you as you bustled around the kitchen to make his food. “Go shower and then you can eat after” you said softly, turning around to look at him as he frowned, reaching out to tug you by the wrist back into his proximity.

“Thought you would shower with me” he said softly, letting his walls down while no one else was around. You felt his hands come to rest on your waist, forehead between your breasts as he pressed a kiss through your clothes. 

“Another time, I promise” you laughed softly, letting your hands run through his hand before stopping at his shoulders, letting one hand trail down his vibranium arm. He let out a quiet whine before getting off the stool, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. You watched as he went back to the room to shower before turning back to the sandwich, humming softly.

20 minutes later, Bucky was freshly showered and seated at the counter once more, gaze still fixed on you as you plated his sandwich and sat next to him. He ate in silence for a while as you observed the new wounds on his back. Finding some gauze and neosporin, you began to bandage them gently.

“They’re shallow but-” 

“They’re nothing” Bucky cut you off but made no move to stop you from patching him up. After placing the last piece of medical tape, he turned in his stool to face you, the both of you exchanging silent conversation before he got up to wash his plate. 

“If you keep going on long missions, you’re just gonna keep destroying yourself, Buck” you said quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. It became more apparent that the past couple months, he just drew further into himself with each mission, determined to block out the pain with endless fighting. 

“I’m just helping the team” he said tersely, putting his dish in the drying rack before he walked back to the room, expecting you to follow behind him. You stood there for a moment, willing for the emotions to fade, to appreciate that he was here. 

Your legs moved in habit, walking to your shared bedroom and flicking off the light before sliding under the covers with him. You could still hear his breaths, short and controlled. He wasn’t asleep.

After a long moment of silence, he spoke up again. “I don’t mean it, doll. The rudeness, the violence. I’m trying.”

“Bucky…” you started quietly but stopped when you felt the bed shift, a heavy weight now resting across your waist, shallow puffs of breath ghosting across your collarbone. 

“I’ll take a month break, spend time with you?” he half offered, half begged, the grip on your waist tightening.

“James…” 

“Only time with you. No one else unless really needed” he whispered, his leg shifting to now rest over yours, lips gently sucking at the base of your neck, smirking when he felt you cave. 

“How does Bali sound?” 

[mandarinmoons]

I have a Spencer request :)

Maybe some very cute fluff with fem!BAU!reader and Spencer where the team is staying at a hotel on a case and neither of them can sleep so they go to one of their rooms and just talk and maybe cuddle until they can sleep? That would be lovely <3

(absolutely love ur fics btw ❤️)

Thank you sweetheart <3

Tossing from one side to the other, sleep was something you were clearly not granted tonight and it frustrated you to no end.

When you and the team arrived at the hotel, the first thing you wanted to do was change into your pajamas and jump into bed. However, you wanted to take the time to take care of yourself, so you had a nice dinner, took a shower and did a bit of light reading to get your thoughts away from work, but the second you turned off the lights to finally get some well deserved rest, all of the exhaustion was gone and now here you were, nearly in tears from not being able to sleep.

Sensing that slumber wasn’t going to hit you anytime soon, you slipped out of bed, covered yourself in your robe and shuffled into your slippers.

The moment you opened your room, you nearly jumped when you saw Spencer already outside your door. His hair looked disheveled and you could tell that he was having just as hard of a time falling asleep as you.

“You can’t sleep either, huh?”

Nodding his head, you chuckled as you brushed the hair out of his eyes, wondering in what position he had tried to sleep in order for his hair to get to the state it was in.

“Wanna come in?”

“It’s kind of why I came here.”

“Really?”

Spencer nodded and you opened the door for him, going to sit on the edge of the bed while he closed the door and followed you.

“What’s keeping you up?”

“I can’t get the victims' faces out of my head.”

Humming at Spencer’s response, you thought about the scared faces of the children the team saved today. Laying down on the covers, your thoughts went wild remembering the events of the day. The children had been stolen from their beds in the middle of the night and forced to take on the names and personalities of the children the unsub had lost, some had died of illness and others had been taken away by child protective services.

Spencer laid down next to you as a sigh escaped his lips, his hand running over his face, trying to keep his eyes open so as to not fall asleep on you.

“I hope they’re all able to heal.”

“I’m sure they will, Spence.”

Reaching out to his face, your thumb ran over Spencer’s cheek, a chuckle falling from his lips.

“What’re you doing?”

“I don’t know, comforting you?”

“This is how you comfort people?”

“I like to show physical affection, but I know you’re a bit hesitant with it, so…”

Turning to face you, Spencer rested his arm over your waist, his fingers lightly caressing your lower back.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah.”

Snuggling a bit closer, your arms wrapped around Spencer’s middle as your head rested on his chest. One of Spencer’s hands moved to your head, caressing the back of it while his lips pressed a light kiss to the crown.

Continuing to talk about anything and everything, not long after you dozed off in a deep sleep, while Spencer admiring your peaceful state. Soon enough, Spencer rested his head next to yours, his eyelids finally fluttering shut as he felt the peace radiating off of you. His heartbeat syncing with yours over time, slowly but surely hugging you closer to him in his sleep.

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Requiem of the Future

summary: in the future life is dismal as you live day to day trying to make it under the rule of the mega corporations. however, things may change as you and minho are tasked to steal data from a company called Onyx Corp. that can change the world. The only problem is you’re both enemies. in the dog eat dog world of the dystopian future, will you make amends for the sake of humanity or succumb to the feelings of hate.

pairing: Minho x fab!reader

genre: cyberpunk au, acquaintances/enemies to lovers au, sci fi au, angst, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 13.4k

warnings: use of guns, mention of blood, alcohol usage, soft dom. minho, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, multiple rounds, cum tasting, use of term kitten, teasing, other stuff I don’t want to spoil (as usual heh)

notes: my longest fic yet lol. but this was inspired by the video game Cybperpunk 2077! maybe a part two if you'd like? also i snuck hyunjin in here soo enjoy that lol. let me know! as always please let me know what you think of the fic, i love your feedback :)

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You awoke with a start to the raucous of your neighbors arguing in the hall, their loud voices cutting the dream you were having short. You blinked a few times before rubbing your eyes as you groaned. ‘This is bullshit’ you thought as you were fully awake now, any promise of sleep steadily slipping away with each passing second.

There was a rustle next to you as a body turned over, letting out a grunt as they settled in once more.

“Rub it in why don’t you,” you mumbled as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stretched your back, sighing as you heard a few satisfying clicks.

Your ex boyfriend Axel was fast asleep in your bed after a night of frivolities, the soreness between your legs a reminder of the events. Yes, you know it’s not the smartest idea to keep letting him into your bed, but hey what can you say, he just fucks you so good that you feel the effects for at least a few days after.

However, you hated when he slept over, as it was a reminder of your stupid mistake. Locating his clothes, you picked them up and tossed them at him, smirking when he let out a grunt and ‘Fuck.’

“Rise and shine asshole,” you said as Axel sat up disgruntled, holding his shirt and pants to his chest.

“The fuck you do that for?” He grumbled, as he stayed within the confines of your bed.

“Because I want you out. I got shit to do.”

You shuffled through the clothes in your closet, settling on a pair of jeans and a black crop top.

“You better be gone by the time I’m done,” you warned as you turned on your shower, not bothering to look at your ex.

You stepped in the little cube and let out a shiver, cursing under your breath at the temperature. The water was never warm, maybe lukewarm at best if you were lucky. You’re lucky you even have an apartment with running water in the first place. Oh what an extra three hundred Neuro Credits could get you.

You quickly washed up, the dingy bar of soap you rubbed over your body was almost gone, you’d have to acquire some more soon if you wanted to smell decent. You ran water and some of the suds over your hair before rinsing it out, letting out a groan as you accidentally got the suds in your eyes.

Once you deemed yourself clean enough, you shut the water off and grabbed your towel, wrapping your body in the soft fabric. As you dried off, you peeked around the corner, checking to see if Axel was still in your bed, but smirking when you saw he was gone. You slipped into your clothes and then eyed your appearance, deciding how you wanted to fix yourself today.

Your eyes roamed over your wet hair, taking in the midnight blue strands sticking to your face. You’d have to dye your hair again soon. You had modifications to your temple, the metal designs carefully framing your face, adding to your appearance. There were bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep, as you have been picking up extra jobs these days to pay your rent and other things like basic necessities.

Your favorite part of you however were your series of four piercings, set perfectly along your cleavage. You decided on this modification on a whim, the piercing itself hurting like a bitch, but it added to your appeal and have not once regretted your decision to get them.

You pressed a button on the wall, a small panel opening up with a hologram prompting you to enter your command. You chose the makeup option and opted for teal blue eyeshadow and mascara, topping it off with a plum lipstick. Your option appeared on your face, not a smudge present, but the makeup instead perfectly applied.

Satisfied with your look, you slipped into your clothes and combat boots. You made sure your windows were locked and headed out the door into the dingy hallway of your apartment building. The walls were stained, and a light was flashing. You paid no attention to the couple that was still arguing, wraths of smoke filling the air as they waved their cigarettes in each other’s faces.

You took the lift to the bottom floor, stepping out into the bright sunlight as the city moved around you. People flooded past you on their way to who knows what, most looking dejectedly at the ground, mumbling about the lack of work or Neuro Credits.

So was life in Rosora. It was pretty common to have the most recent technological modifications to your body, the best gadgets and appliances, but satisfactory food was hard to come by unless you had rare items to trade or an abundance of Neuro Credits. If you were sick or injured, medicine or seeing a doctor was near impossible unless you knew someone or was someone higher up the food chain.

Rosora was a mega city, with millions of people calling it home. The city was divided into three zones, with most apartment buildings being located in Rosora itself. The business district where the higher ups who worked for Onyx Corp. was part of zone Farlan. Most people have never even been to that zone as only those who are somebody were allowed past the security checkpoint.

The recreation zone was part of Cyberlina, an area filled with entertainment centers, clubs, modifications centers, etc. This zone was pretty popular, the people of Rosora opting to spend most of their time there, wasting the day and night away.

Lastly was Songill, not the safest area which was saying something. This zone was filled with gangs and criminals, the buildings more shabby and rundown. If you weren’t a member of any of these groups, it was best to stay away, especially after sundown as there was a high chance of you being robbed, harassed, or even worse killed.

You were on your way to Cyberlina, as you needed to trade for food, your stash running low back at home. However, you realized you left your ID at Neon Lights, a club that you frequent on a weekly basis. The walk didn’t take long, as you lived on the outskirts of Rosora.

You made your way down the dirty walkway, side stepping others who were bent over the curb, vomiting whatever drink they indulged themselves with overnight. As you came closer to the center of the area, a large purple building came into view, outfitted with a yellow neon sign that read the name of the club.

You greeted the bouncer who let you in immediately, as you were on the list of guests for immediate access. You entered the dark space, only illuminated by the dim lighting that lit the walkway. Some synth beat was blaring over the loudspeakers, even though it was mid-morning and scarcely any people present.

In the center of the club next to the dance floor and various dancing decks, was a bar, outfitted with every type of poison you could think of in this god forsaken city. Wiping down some glasses was a tall man with long black hair and muscular arms, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he tried to get a stain out.

“Hey Hyunjin,” you said as you slid into a stool, placing your head on the palm of your hand.

Hyunjin looked up and smiled, setting down the glass he was cleaning. “Hey y/n, back so soon?”

You chuckled and sat up straighter, “left my ID here last night. Need it to go nab some food. Gotta fuel up before tonight’s job.”

Hyunjin frowned at your statement, his eyes immediately landing on your face.

“You still thinking about going through with that?”

“Of course Hyun. I need the Neuro Credits. I’d be stupid to pass up this job.”

The job in question was a heist with one of your acquaintances who you occasionally go on requests with. Astra was your groups arms dealer, a man who understood anything that had a trigger on it. He was perfect for this job as you two were supposed to nab a security chip from a dealer, as the chip can neutralize any opponent instantly, making it the most sought after security system in Rosora.

You’ve been doing odd jobs like these for years, since you were a teen in fact, after your family died from a virus that attacked their cyberware, rendering them brain dead. In this city, it was either fight for survival or die and the latter didn’t seem too appealing. You were recruited by Chan, the leader of your group who taught you the ins and outs of this life, making sure you knew what was important for your survival.

He also introduced you to Hyunjin, his best friend and also your age. Hyunjin has been there for you throughout the years, leaning a shoulder to cry on when things were bad, providing you a place to stay when you couldn’t pay your rent, and just being the closest thing you had left of family. He worried about you constantly, not necessarily happy with you taking on dangerous odd jobs, even if it paid the bills.

“I wish you wouldn’t, y/n, this could be dangerous. Something is telling me this one may not go as smoothly as the others.”

He slid over a glass filled with amber liquid at that time, your hand catching it instantly before giving it a swirl and draining it in one go. The bitter taste slid down your throat, leaving a burning sensation behind as it settled within you.

“It’ll be fine. We’ll grab the chip and get out. Easy peasy.”

Hyunjin was not convinced. He loved you like a sister and didn’t want to see you get hurt but he knew better than anyone that nothing changes your mind once you accepted a job. Instead of arguing, he reached behind the counter and handed over a small gray card.

You picked it up and smiled, satisfied that you had your ID back. You tucked it away in your pocket and stood up.

“Thanks Hyun. Catch you later yeah?”

Hyunjin nodded and picked up the glass he was polishing before. “Of course.”

He saluted you and went back to work. Now that you had your ID, you could get what you set out to do beforehand. Exiting the bar, you made your way through the alleys, sidestepping mysterious puddles and people lounging against the brick walls.

You eventually came to a little stall, a young woman sitting on a stool by it scrolling through a magazine. As you approached, she grinned and set the magazine down and stood up.

“Y/n! Long time no see. Came to see my wares?”

“Hey Nora,” you greeted as you began to eye her stock. “Need to replenish my food supplies.”

Nora nodded and walked over to a little pile of bars. “Here’s what I have. I’ll even give you a discount since youre a dear friend. All of these for two hundred Neuro Credits. Whadda you say?”

Shit, two hundred Neuro Credits? That would take half of your credits you had in your bank account. You quickly looked through your stash, searching for anything you could trade. It didn’t take long for you to come across an item you knew she wouldn’t refuse.

“How about all of these for fifty Neuro credits plus this medical kit?” You said as you selected the kit in question so Nora could view it.

Nora looked over your trade, her eyes widening as she took stock of what was inside. “Shit y/n, this is a top grade medical kit. Ya sure you want to part with it?”

Nora was right. This was a highly sought after medical kit with supplies that are useful for any type of illness or injury. You hated to have to part with it, but food was equally as important.

“I’m sure. So do we have a deal?”

Nora nodded quickly, not giving your trade a second thought. She accepted the medical kit and credits, before handing you the stockpile of food.

“Thanks Nora,” you said gratefully as you stored the wares in your pack.

“Of course, come back anytime friend,” Nora said as she slightly bowed.

You shouldered your bag and began to walk back to your apartment. The time to rondavoux with Astra was drawing near. You thought over what Hyunjin had said, how he felt this job would not work out how you wanted. You trusted his opinions and felt slightly nervous for tonight, a feeling you rarely felt since you entered this lifestyle. However, you pushed those feelings aside as this job would pay out well if it was successful.

Once back inside your home, you set your bag down before grabbing one of the bars that you acquired. Plopping down on the couch, you opened the packet and took a bite, savoring the shitty taste of freeze dried chicken and a mix of vegetables. Your phone went off then, the shrill tone loud in your otherwise quiet room.

You looked at the ID and saw it was Echo your group’s tech specialist calling. Sighing, you pressed accept and said, “Why if isn’t Echo.”

“Y/n,” Echo said with a chuckle, “ready for tonight’s deal?”

“As ready as I ever am,” you said as you finished off your bar.

“Well let’s go over the details one last time okay? You and Astra will be meeting with Sych at eight oclock sharp. When I say sharp, I mean it. He does not like to be kept waiting. The Neuro Credits will be in your account ready to transfer once you see the chip…only after you see the chip. Got it? Once the transfer is made, get the chip and go, no chit chat.”

“Yeah, yeah, be careful, watch your back, I know the deal Echo,” you responded as you rolled your eyes.

It was always the same spiel with him, warnings, advice, how to do your job. You knew his heart was in a good place, but after hearing it for the millionth time, it kinda got on your nerves.

“Listen, we need this chip so no fucking up. I will be with you virtually, sending you shots of the area so you know what and who’s ahead. Astra has already been briefed. He’ll be waiting for you at the meeting spot at six.”

“Thanks, I’ll be there,” you said before ending the call.

You looked at the clock and noted you had a few hours before you needed to meet Astra. Maybe you’d take a quick nap, get some sleep so you could focus tonight. As you were getting into bed, however, your plan was foiled as there was a sharp rap on your door.

You walked over and opened it, frowning as you noticed Axel was back on your doorstep.

“Hey baby, thought I’d come see you before you had to work tonight,” he purred looking at you expectedly.

Damn he knew you well. Sighing, you let him in, slamming the door behind him. You barely took two more steps in when he grabbed you by your waist, his lips slotted with yours hurriedly before spinning you around and bending you over the kitchen counter.

You let out a moan as he discarded your pants and dragged his finger through your folds and teasing your clit. You could hear the rustle of his pants as he pushed them down his legs to free his cock.

“I’ll make this quick baby don’t worry, just how you like.”

As he pushed in, spreading your walls, you both let out a groan, succumbing to the feel of each other. Axel fucked you hard and fast, not giving you time to adjust, the sting of not prepping before hand turning you even more. You gripped the counter as he hit your spot every time, bringing you closer to your orgasm with each thrust. If there was one thing axel did right, it was fuck you, as he knew what spots to hit, how to get you to your high fast.

He angled his hips so he could fuck you deeper and with this you let go, your pussy clenching around his cock as he unloaded within you with a grunt. He gave a few more thrusts before pulling out and helping you stand.

“There, better?” He asked as he helped you dress.

“Shut up,” you said as you slapped his hand away.

You walked to the door and opened it, waiting for him to leave. Axel shook his head and exited your apartment, saying “you know how to reach me,” over his shoulder.

Once the door was closed and he was out of sight, you rested your head on the door and closed your eyes. That would be the last time you told yourself. It had to be for both of your sakes.

You stole a glance at the clock and noticed you had an hour to get ready. Deciding to take another shower, you made your way to the bathroom and turned the water on. Quickly, you washed yourself off and stepped out, drying yourself and walking to your closet.

You settled on an all black ensemble for tonight’s job, sliding into your leather pants and a black bralette, finishing the look off with your studded, black leather jacket. You slid your combat boots back on and fluffed your hair.

You had a little more time before you had to leave to go meet Astra, so you made sure your cyberware was in good shape and all controls where they needed to be. You made sure to grab your gun and sheath your pocket knife in your secret pocket. Hopefully neither would have to be used tonight.

Satisfied with your look and deeming yourself ready, you placed your earpiece in your ear and switched it on, bracing yourself for the brief static it gave off once on. ‘Time to go,’ you thought as you left your apartment.

The night air was stagnant, the city quiet as many people opted to stay indoors once nightfall hit. The occasional car passed by you, music blaring as it rolled away towards its destination. The skyline was lit up, neon lights everywhere promising more than what it could offer.

You were happy for your jacket as it was chilly, a light wind present as it gently whipped around you. As you approached the meeting spot, you noticed Astra propped up against a pole, his phone in hand. He looked up when he heard your footsteps and straightened up to greet you.

“Y/n.”

“Astra.”

A simple greeting was all you two shared, neither one of you very talkative at the moment. You both understood the importance of tonight’s job and were both a little nervous as to what could come. Astra was a good partner to have, always looking out for you and he was an expert marksman. At six foot even, he towered over most opponents, who cowered away in fear but occasionally, one thought they could challenge him and that’s when his weapons would come out.

You knew he was strapped, his babies hidden in the least expected of places.

“Ready to do this?” He asked, giving you a nervous chuckle.

“Let’s do this.”

You both headed towards a parking garage and stopped at one of the cars. It unlocked as you approached, recognizing your profile. You got in the driver’s seat as Astra got in as a passenger. The car turned on and adjusted its settings to your liking before backing out of the spot and merging onto the road.

The drive to Songill was quiet, neither one of you offering up a single word. The tension was palpable, the air filled with the possibilities of how tonight could go. You watched as the buildings passed by, the lights a blur as the car sped down the street.

As you approached the destination, Echo’s voice could be heard through the car’s speakers, “you’re approaching the meeting spot. I don’t see but three people there, but of course be on your guard as backup could be hiding in the buildings. Remember the plan, do the exchange, get the chip, and get out.”

You and Astra hummed in agreement and opened your doors as you were now at the spot. As you stood up, two men approached you with scowls on their faces.

“Y/n?” The one closest to you asked. You couldn’t help but think he reminded you of a tiger, an animal ready to pounce.

“The one and only,” you responded with a smirk.

“Follow me.”

You followed the two men over to a fire, sitting down on the stump that the man gestured to. Astra sat right next to you, his eyes set on the men in front of you. There was a moment of silence as the other’s sat down, that is until a burly man walked out of the nearest building.

He seemed like one not to mess with as he was buff and his body was littered with scars, including one that ranged from his scalp to his chin. He sat down in the chair across from you with a grunt.

“Well, if it isn’t the famed y/n. Finally get to meet you.”

You narrowed your eyes at the man, not buying his pleasantries. You wanted to get this over with so you could go to bed at a decent hour tonight.

“Cut the bullshit, you got what we want or not?” you demanded.

Sych sized you up as he frowned, clearly not happy that he was ignored. “Now, now, why rush right into business. Why don’t you sit and chat a while huh? Then we can get to it.”

“Nah, we’re gonna get to business now. Unlike you, I like to get to bed early.”

Sych chuckled at this, a loud laugh that echoed in the alley you all were in. “All business and no fun huh? Relax darling, I have what you want right here.”

You watched as he rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a small box. He carefully uncapped it and presented the goods inside. It took everything in you to not leap for the box and make a run for it, however, Astra placed a hand on your knee as if he could read your thoughts. You took a deep breath and let it out.

“Here it is, the most high tech security system of our time. Pop this beauty in and anyone within a fifty feet radius will be analyzed and either let through or eliminated. Now my question is, you got the funds?”

“Of course we have the funds,” you scoffed, offended that he would imply that you didn’t.

You readied the agreed amount, presenting the number to Sych. He looked over the details before smiling.

“Excellent, go ahead and transfer it over.”

You nodded and pressed send, the amount immediately leaving your account and ending up in his. As soon as he confirmed the Neuro credits were there, he handed over the chip. You grasped the box tightly and put it in your pocket for safekeeping and made to get up. The job was done so there was no need to hang around.

However, as you began to walk away with Astra in tow, you were stopped in your tracks by two of the men. You were not sure why they stopped you both, but you could feel your temper rising at their actions.

“What the fuck is this?!” You exclaimed, “get out of our way.”

“No, no, no y/n. There seems to be a problem,” Sych said.

You turned around and stared at the man, confused at his statement. He smirked at you, his face screaming ‘I caught you.’

“You thought you could infect my cyberware with that transfer didn’t you? Cause that’s what seems to be happening. Good thing I have modifications to protect against just that.”

“The fuck are you talking about? There’s no virus with that transfer,” you countered, but your voice wavered as you were unsure of yourself.

‘Echo’ you thought. This screamed your group’s tech guru all over.

“I don’t like being fucked over y/n. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to hand over that chip back and then leave or we will kill you. Sounds like a deal?”

Hand the chip over? That would not be an option, you needed the Neuro credits so you could survive, you were banking on it. You could feel Astra begging you to see reason from beside you, but you ignored him and continued to stare at Sych.

“Absolutely not. We had a deal. We trade the chip for 300,000 Neuro credits. You got the funds, we have the chip, so we can leave.”

You turned to walks towards your car when it happened. There was a brief silence and then a loud crack followed by your scream piercing the air. Another crack resounded in the area, causing you to scream again. You fell to the ground, an agonizing pain in your right leg and lower abdomen causing you to howl.

You stared at the sky as more cracks filled the air and men screamed. Your vision went in and out, the buildings above you turning fuzzy with each passing moment. You could hear a ringing in your ears, the sound so loud, it was driving you insane. Your hand went to your belly and you felt something cold and liquid. With what little strength you had, you eyed your hand, letting out a groan as you recognized your hand was covered in blood.

You laid there in agony, thinking this is the end, you were going to die. And as the night sky slowly disappeared, you slipped into the dark, your mind going black and your body relaxing as the pain dissipated. — — You heard soft music playing and you were warm and comfy. Maybe this is what heaven feels like or hell or wherever the hell you go after you die. You don’t want to open your eyes, not yet. You want to stay in this bliss for a little longer before you have to face the reality of your death.

However, you suddenly felt a presence near you, murmuring your name. That voice sounded almost like Hyunjin’s…but it couldn’t be. Not unless he died too. Your eyes snapped open and looked around, recognizing you were back in your apartment.

Hyunjin was sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with concern as he held a wet rag in his hand.

“Y/n! You’re awake!”

“Hyunjin?” You croaked, your voice not quite working.

“Shh, don’t talk. You just rest. I’ll get you some water,” Hyunjin said as he fussed over you.

You watched as he scampered over to the sink and filled a glass with water, just to hurry back to your side. He helped you sit up, your body stiff from lying down.

“Easy now,” he cautioned as he helped you drink.

You groaned as the water went down your throat, quenching your thirst. Once you were done, Hyunjin helped you get comfortable again, fluffing your pillows, making sure your blankets were tucked under you properly.

“Hyun, what happened?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you. After all, last thing you remember, you were bleeding out on the street after the deal went wrong.

Hyunjin hesitated for a moment before saying, “you were shot multiple times, in the belly and leg y/n. You almost bled out but were able to be saved after reinforcements were called in. You’re patched up for the most part, but things probably won’t be the same for you due to your injuries and not really having the care you need…cause you know it’s expensive and there’s not really many surgeons here in Rosora.”

So you were shot, you thought so but in the chaos of it all you weren’t sure. And you weren’t able to get proper care, of course not, as you were on the bottom of the pole, broke, not anyone of any significance. Despite this, you wondered how the deal went wrong? You remember Sych saying there was a virus embedded in the transfer. Did someone from the group try and hack into his system?

You mind was wandering, going over everything you could remember, so much so that you didn’t hear Hyunjin call your name.

“Y/n!” He said again, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

You looked at your best friend and chuckled at the face he was making.

“Don’t worry about that okay? You just focus on resting and recovering. I have to run out and check on my bar, but I’ll be back a little later. Call me if you need me okay?”

You nodded and watched him get up and head out, the door shutting softly behind him. This world was really messed up, so much so you were screwed if you weren’t rich. Your family faced this dilemma too and look how they ended up. You were fuming, your anger rising as you spent the time laid up in bed. You wished you could do something about this misery, help bring down the higher ups. But how? How could you, one person do that?

You were interrupted by your phone ringing, the ID saying it was Echo.

“Hello?” You said, waiting for the man to say something.

“Oh! You’re awake! Good, I was hoping you would pull through after that disaster of a job. It’s okay though cause I have another proposition for you. One that can pay out big and bring down the rich dogs.”

At that your interest peaked, wanting to hear more of what he had to say.

“Go on,” you said, settling in bed more.

“We need you to break in Onyx corp. and steal data, data that can be used to come up with a cure to illnesses, take care of injuries, help ailments in general for all, no matter your status. This could be a huge breakthrough if we can get our hands on this. And the payout is huge. Fifty million Neuro credits. So what do you say?”

This would be a huge breakthrough, you had to agree. A way for everyone to be able to have medical care no matter their status? You were hooked just on that prospect as you sit in your sick bed yourself. You couldn’t help but imagine what your family would be doing today if they had access to such a thing. And all it would take is a simple upload to your cyberware and you’d have instant care.

Also, the payout was a huge bonus. You couldn’t help but imagine all the things you could buy and do with that many Neuro credits. You think you would have learned from taking this high stakes deals, but there was too much riding on this one. You really could be more than a cog in the wheel with this job. You’d regret it if you didn’t take it.

“Okay, I’m in,” you said simply, excitement brewing within you.

“Excellent! I’ll let Chan know. Oh and you will have a partner for this, you haven’t worked with him yet, but he’s good at these type of things.”

A partner? And one you haven’t worked with? Maybe things were too good to be true.

“Who is it?”

“His name is Minho. He joined the group about two years ago but usually sticks to high paying job, like this one. He’ll be good for this job. Only thing is, he can be a little stubborn, but don’t worry, you’ll be able to get around that I just know it. I’ll be in touch with the details of the job soon. Oh and Minho will stop by and visit you soon so you can get acquainted with each other.”

Before you could say anything else, Echo hung up leaving you speechless. Minho. He sounded like he was going to be a pain, but what could you do. You’d have to put up with him no matter what so you can get this data and the credits.

Maybe things were looking up for you. Maybe this would be your second change at life and one to make a difference at that. And hopefully this Minho will see it the same way as you do.

A week passed with you sitting at home recovering, slowly gaining your strength back. Hyunjin stayed by your side, caring for you when he didn’t have shifts at the bar. It was nice to spend time with your best friend, especially when you were sober and not shit faced after a night out of forgetting whatever job you most recently completed.

You had yet to tell him about this new job you took on, knowing he wouldn’t be too keen to accept it. But, he’s your best friend and you’d have to tell him at some point.

Both of you were snuggled on your couch, watching some lame show while snacking on some protein bars. You felt cozy and warm, sleep threatening to take hold as time went by. However, you forced yourself to stay awake as you needed to tell Hyunjin about the job. It was now or never.

“Hyun? Can I tell you something?” You asked, looking up at his face.

He looked down at you and lightly gave you a squeeze, “Of course, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, once I’m healed, I kinda took on a job…”

You let that sink in, the silence getting longer with each passing second. Hyunjin furrowed his eyes at your statement and you’re sure he was trying to make sure you said that you were accepting jobs again.

“Y/n, you just got hurt because of one of these jobs, shot multiple times may I add. Why do you want to continue putting yourself in danger?”

You let out a sigh. Of course he wouldn’t understand but maybe you could talk it through.

“This job is really important. Especially because I just got injured and you know... given my family history. This could help out all of humanity Hyun. I have to take this.”

Hyunjin was quiet for a moment, considering your words. He knew how much this meant to you and how much your past has affected you and now this. If you believe this a job that could help not only you but humanity as a whole who was he to stop you.

“Okay…just,” Hyunjin paused for a moment before pulling you closer. “Just be careful.”

“Always Hyun,” you whispered as you held him close, burying your head in his chest, breathing in his scent that has always calmed you.

You’d come back to him. You made a promise to your best friend and it was one you’d intend to keep.

-- --

The next day, you were cleaning up your space and airing out the place. It had been a while since you had tidied up a bit, being out of commission and all. You hummed the song that was playing on the radio and wiped down the table, a soft breeze blowing through your window and cooling off the room.

Your wounds still bothered you occasionally, but for the most part they had healed, as much as they could at least without extensive treatment. You had some additional scars now to your appearance, a wicked scar present on your leg and one on your belly. The faded pink spread across the skin in a delicate pattern, adding to the aesthetic of your appearance.

As you began cleaning your shower, there was a soft but demanding knock on your door. Muttering to yourself, you set your towel down and walked to the door, opening it with a frown on your face.

On the other side was a man with purple hair, the strands long and framing his face. His brown eyes bore into yours as he stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was grimacing, almost as if he realized he was at the wrong apartment.

“Who are you?” You asked in a not so polite tone. He interrupted your cleaning after all.

“Minho,” he said simply as he continued to glare at you.

You regarded this man called Minho, eyeing his muscular arms to his toned legs. He had a scar that spanned from the right side of his scalp and ended just below his eye. He had modifications as well, the metal adorning both sides of his cheeks. He was decked out in black, his black tank hugging his torso and skinny jeans snug against his thighs. He had a couple of piercings in his ears, the silver reflecting off the light coming from your apartment.

He was beautiful, this you couldn’t deny, plus something about him made you want to jump him, squeeze him, fuck…

“Earth to Y/n, you gonna let me in?”

You snapped out of your reverie and stepped out of the way. Minho stepped into your apartment, eyeing your shitty sanctuary with curiosity. Before you could notice though, his face returned to a scowl.

“Well we’re working together and I told Echo I’d stopped by so here I am. He suggested we discuss a training schedule to get you back in the game since you know…” He said as he gestured toward your legs.

This little shit. What was he implying? That your injuries would slow you down? You felt you blood boiling, your face heating up as your temper rose.

“You little…” you began but was stopped mid-sentence as Minho held up a hand.

“He also said you’d most likely be ticked off. Listen we need to work together so we can get this done. I don’t care what happened to you, I just want to train, get this job done and then never have to see you again.”

You crossed your arms at that and huffed. You really didn't like his attitude, his sharp responses and snarky behavior getting on your last nerves. You just met the man, but you knew you hated him and seems as if the sentiment was shared.

“Fine.” You said as you turned around muttering 'asshole' as you went back to scrubbing your shower.

You imagined it was Minho’s head as you scrubbed the tiles, imagining erasing that smug look off of his face. You were lost in your own world when you felt a presence behind you.

Turning around you looked up and noticed Minho staring at your ass.

“Uhh can I help you?” You asked with a smirk.

Minho continued to look at you, not even trying to hide the focus of his attention.

“No, not at all. Keep cleaning.”

You shook your head and turned back to scrubbing, putting your all with each stroke. You decided to tease him, sticking out your ass even more so he could get a good look at something he’d never have. You wiggled your hips and arched your back, presenting for the man standing behind you.

Once you were done, you hosed the shower down and turned the water off. Turning around, you chuckled as you took in the sight of Minho. His eyes were dilated and breathing heavy. Your eyes traveled down briefly to his pants and widened as you noticed a thick bulge threatening to pop out of his pants. Damn he must be big.

Quickly you looked back to his face, blushing as you noticed he saw you looking.

“I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early kitten.”

Minho turned on his heels and exited your apartment, the door closing softly behind him.

What just happened. You stood there stunned, not sure what to think or do after that introduction. This was going to be fun you thought as you walked to your kitchen to grab a snack.

-- --

True to his word, Minho was at your door bright and early, ready to train. You weren’t as enthused, but begrudgingly grabbed your bag and followed him out the door and down the hallway to the lift.

Once on ground level, he walked over to a sleek black car, opening the drivers side and getting in.

“Well get in,” he said impatiently as you stood on the curb.

You opened the door and slid in, ogling the plush leather seats and interior of the car. Everything inside was clean, almost as if it was brand new.

The ride to the gym was silent, Minho staring straight ahead as he drove to Cyberlina. He pulled into a parking spot and got out, waiting for you to exit as well.

He walked up to the gyms door and ushered you inside, and made his way to the front desk.

“Lee,” he said to the receptionist, who nodded and walked away guiding you two to an empty but private practice room.

Minho stepped in and began prepping for your session, his back to you the entire time. Once he was done, he noticed you were just standing there.

“Why are you just standing there? Need some help kitten?”

You looked at him noticing the smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and began to unpack your bag. This man was going to be the death of you.

Practice went on and Minho helped you rebuild your strength, assisting you with stretches and various drills. You were definitely out of shape and as much as you wanted to admit he was wrong about needing to help you train, you had to say this was needed as you had lost a lot of mobility since your last job.

As practice came to an end, you could barely walk, your muscles sore and tense from the intense session. You were more than happy to sit down and catch your breath for a moment.

Minho noticed your predicament, concern on his face that maybe he worked you too hard.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyebrow raised as he assessed you.

“I’ll be fine,” you said with a wave of your hand. “Let’s go.”

Minho nodded and you both walked back to his car. He drove you back to your apartment in silence, focusing on the road as everyone was out and about making their way to clubs and bars to get drunk once again.

At your building, you bid him goodbye and made your way home, happy that there was a lift instead of stairs, as you’re not sure you would have made it otherwise.

Once inside, you turned on the water and stripped your clothes off and stepped under the stream. You quickly washed yourself and then got out, dressing hurriedly before collapsing in bed.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out, tired from exhaustion. Hopefully you’ll gain your strength back and then you’ll be back to how you were before the accident.

-- —

Training continued, Minho went hard on you and pushed you to your limits. Everyday you found yourself getting stronger, your stamina building. You didn’t arrive home exhausted anymore but now energized, ready to keep the action going.

Another thing that changed was your relationship with Minho. You both have now developed a tolerable bond with each other, both of you falling in step comfortably. He still pushed your buttons and carried the attitude, but you found a pleasurable feeling was present whenever he smirked at you, his plush lips rising up as he teased you.

The tension was so palpable at times that you felt like you couldn’t take it, needing to get some air to calm down.

Today was one of those days after Minho helped you with your aim, his soft hands helping you prop your arm how it should be. His palms were running over your hips to adjust your stance, the feeling electric as his hands touched your skin.

Your panties were soaked with your arousal, the cotton sticking to your skin. You felt your vision go fuzzy, as you stared at your target, Minho's warm breath tickling your neck as he waited for you to pull the trigger.

You refocused, needing to get him away from you as quick as possible. You squinted your eyes briefly, lining up your field of vision on your target. Taking a deep breath, you slowly let it go before pulling the trigger, your shoulder jerking slightly with the recoil as the bullet hit the center of the dummy’s chest.

“Very good kitten,” Minho whispered in your ear causing shivers to run down your spine.

You swallowed and slowly turned around to face him, blush tinting your cheeks as he stared into your eyes. You set the gun down on the table, so that way no one’s legs would get shot off.

“What’s wrong hmm?” He cooed as he stepped closer. “You’re always so feisty and have something to say, cat got your tongue?”

You shook your head no, words eluding you as he was standing right in front of you. You closed your eyes, succumbing to his scent and his warm hand as it found its way to your cheek, slowly stroking the skin as you took shallow breaths.

A moment passed and then two and then you felt his lips on yours, soft and gentle as if he was testing it out. However, the dynamic shifted suddenly as he bit your lower lip and deepened the kiss, pulling you flush to his body.

You let out a moan as his hands roamed your body and traced every curve as if he was memorizing the dips and turns of your body. He licked your bottom lip, and shoved his tongue into your mouth to dance with yours. He kissed you slow but with passion, his hard on evident within his pants as he rutted into your thigh.

You rolled your hips against him as you clutched his shirt but all too soon he pulled away causing you to let out a whine.

“Needy kitten,” he teased as he ran his thumb along the corner of his lip, collecting any spit that was leftover.

“Let’s get you home hmm,” Minho said as he turned around to pack his bag.

The car ride was tense, neither one of you speaking after your encounter. You watched the buildings pass by out of your window, eyeing the run down corners, filled with crowds of people huddled together with bottles in their hands.

However, as you stared at them, your mind went to the kiss, how his lips felt on yours, gentle yet demanding. How his hands felt on your body like a brand that was searing your skin, leaving it to feel hot and tinglingly once he removed his hand.

Your mind was still on him when you felt a hand on your knee, shaking you out of your thiughts.

“We’re here,” Minho said softly.

You looked out the window and sure enough he was right, as you recognized the tattered building that you called home. You got out of the car without saying a word and made your way to your apartment.

Once inside, you quickly changed and grabbed a glass to fix something strong and taking a sip followed by tossing back the rest, the liquor sliding down nice and easy. You filled your cup up some more right as someone knocked on your door. You knocked the drink back and went to open the door.

On the other side was Axel, smirking as he usually does when he shows up at your doorstep. Maybe it was the liquor that was sitting nicely on your belly or maybe it was just your long, complicated history with your ex or it could also have been the thought of that kiss you shared with Minho but you pulled Axel in your lips locking with his instantly in a heated kiss.

You kicked the door shut and tumbled through your apartment, both of you fumbling to get your clothes off as quick as possible. You succumbed to the lust, as Axel pleasured your body, your mind set on a certain purple haired man instead.

And as your orgasm hit, you felt an ounce of shame as you couldn’t help but wish it was Minho’s name you were screaming instead of this dead beat on top of you.

You let your ex stay the night, needing company. You knew you’d regret it tomorrow but consequences be damned. As you stared at your reflection in the mirror, you couldn’t help but notice how tired you looked as dark circles were under your eyes, your modifications making you look like a zombie instead of the typical you.

You splashed some water on your face, flinching as you heard Axel behind you, his arms snaking around your waist causing you to cringe.

Right as you were about to escape his grasp, there was a knock on your door. You quickly scampered over, not caring that you were only in a tank top and skimpy panties.

As the door opened, you gasped at your visitor. Minho was standing there, two coffees in hand, and his eyebrows raised at your appearance.

“Well good morning to you too,” he teased, his eyes running down your body and back up.

He stepped in your apartment, ignoring how you were silent as you were still stunned. However, he stopped short, his eyes on Axel who was frozen in place as well.

“Who the fuck are you?” Minho asked, his temper rising at the thought of another man’s hands on you.

Minho knew he had no right to be angry, it’s not like you two were together. However, over the last few weeks, he’s felt a change in his feelings. His heart raced when you walked in the room, your feisty demeanor turning him on as you clapped back at whatever he just said.

You were absolutely stunning too which was icing on the cake. And here you were, in nothing but a tank top that didn't hide anything from the imagination and panties that might as well shouldn’t be there, with a man that’s not him.

Minho glared at the asshole, taking in his piercings and tattoos and his douche bag of a look. He turned to you as he saw panic on your face. Good, you should feel like you just got caught.

“This is Axel….he’s my ex.”

Minho stared at you in shock before looking back at the man in question.

“Him? He’s your ex? Oh kitten you could do so much better.”

You stared at Minho, ready to clap back, but Axel beat you to it. You noticed the look on his face and panicked, knowing that he had quite the temper and you didn’t want a fight on your hands.

“Umm Axel, why don’t you leave?” You said cautiously, putting out the fire before it started.

“Really? Whatever whore. Should have known you were just a piece of good pussy.”

At that Minho handed you the coffees and charged at Axel, bringing back his fist and connecting it to the man’s face. You heard a crunch and a yowl as Axel clutched his nose, blood dripping down his face.

“Get the fuck out.” Minho sneered.

Axel grabbed his stuff and dashed for the door, slamming it behind him. You set the coffees down and rushed to Minho, cradling his hand to your chest.

“Are you okay?” You asked, as you began to examine his hand.

You fussed with making sure there was no swelling, tsking at the scrapes that were present on his knuckles.

“Kitten, I’m okay,” Minho chuckled, tickled that you were so concerned for him. “Are you okay?” He followed up with as he brushed his good hand down your cheek.

You looked up him, taking in his softened facial features as he gazed sweetly at you. It was almost like it was a different Minho standing in front of you.

He bit his lip, pulling at the skin there as he stepped closer to you. You held your breath as he leaned down, slowly, slowly until he pressed his lips to yours. He wrapped his arms around you and deepened the kiss and capturing your moans.

He walked you backwards until you reached your bed, your back falling on the mattress as you let out a huff. You laid there staring at him, neither one of you making a move or saying a word. Instead you both listened to the cars on the street outside your windows, the damn neighbors of yours arguing once more, and the sound of a tv in another neighbors apartment.

Your eyes roamed his body, landing in his bulge that was ever present, leaving nothing to the imagination. Minho smirked when he noticed your attention on him, watching as you squeezed your thighs together as arousal dripped out of your pussy.

Taking a step and another step, Minho reached for his shirt as he said, “Let me fuck you better than your ex ever has yeah?”

You gasped speechless and spread your legs as he lowered his body onto yours, his shirt discarded elsewhere. You placed your hands on his chest, softly drifting them over his tanned skin. His eyes burned into yours as you came to his nipples and circled your finger over the peaked bud, smiling as he let out a low groan.

“Enough kitten,” Minho sneered as he pushed your hands out of the way.

He gripped your shirt and lifted it over your head, your breasts freed and available for him to gaze at. You sighed as he cupped the flesh and messaged them gently in his hands, brushing his thumbs across your nipples occasionally.

You arched your back at the sensation, his gentle touch driving you insane. You let out a mewl and said, “need you Minho.”

“Yeah?” He said as he smirked, his hands reaching for the waistband of your panties.

He pulled them down your legs and spread them wider, his eyes on your wet pussy. He groaned as he eyed your sopping core as he did himself of his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. You held your breath at the sight of his cock, his size the biggest you’ve ever had.

“Gonna fuck you so good kitten, make this pussy mine.”

“Please,” you said as you gestured for him to come closer.

Minho shuffled between your legs, getting comfortable as he slapped his cock against your folds and clit. His eyes were trained on your entrance as he pushed the tip of his cock down and in, moaning as your walls sucked him in.

“You’re so tight kitten, ex must have not been fucking you good,” Minho sneered as he pounded into you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as your walls wrapped his cock.

Minho was losing his mind, you were wet, your slick coating your thighs, the sound heavenly as his hips met yours. He grabbed a handful of your breasts and kneaded the flesh, his eyes boring into yours.

You hated yet loved how his cock felt, hitting your spots just right, sending shocks of pleasure through you. You moaned with each thrust, your pussy letting him know just how good he was fucking you. However, the more he fucked you, the angrier you got, furious at how smug he is and how he thinks he can just waltz in here and take you.

“Fuck me harder Minho, can barely feel you,” you teased, smirking at the shock in his face.

Your gaze faltered however as Minho’s face turned feral, his ears turning red the angrier he got.

“Oh yeah? Can’t feel me huh kitten?”

At his words, he withdrew his cock and flipped you around and maneuvered you on your hands and knees. You barely had time to register the new position as his cock breached your entrance and he began thrusting into you at a fast pace.

Skin slapping skin rang throughout your apartment, your moans so loud you’re sure the neighbors could hear you. Minho let out a grunt as he bent over you and pushed your head into the mattress and bit down on your shoulder causing you to yelp.

“Can you feel me now? Huh? Feel me in this tight pussy of yours? Take it kitten, take every inch.”

Your pussy clenched at his words and a gush of fluids leaked out of your hole, dripping onto the bed and his pelvis, making an absolute mess. You could barely breath as you felt the coil build in your belly before snapping, your orgasm hitting hard and fast as your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the sensation.

“Did you come? Such a sweet kitten for me,” Minho cooed as he pressed sloppy kisses to your back.

You laid there drunk on his cock, taking what he gave you, listening to him grunt above you. It was becoming too much and you began to cry out at the overstimulation. Minho sped up before stilling his hips, spurts of his cum painting your walls white.

You could hear his moans as he emptied himself inside you, his hands drawing patterns on your back. As he came down, he pressed gentle kisses to your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Finally, he withdrew once more and helped you lay down on your back, pulling you close to his body to cuddle.

“You did good for me kitten,” he said as he pulled the blanket over both of you.

You felt good, which honestly was an understatement, your mind hazy, your body floating as you slowly succumbed to the warmth of Minho’s body.

The next morning you awoke and rolled over while stretching, but stopped short when you ran into a body instead. Your eyes popped open in surprise, confused for a moment on who was in your bed.

But then you remembered Minho and the night you spent together and you could feel the warmth creep up to your cheeks and your pussy clench in longing for his cock. Almost as if he could feel you looking at him, Minho opened his eyes and found yours in his sleepy haze, a smirk on his face.

Minho looked even more beautiful in the early morning hours, his eyes big and filled with sleep as he gazed at you, his lashes blinking away the long strands of hair that fell into his eyes. You thought he would have been gone by the time you woke up, but here he was, pulling you closer to his body as he buried his face in your hair.

“Morning kitten,” he said, his voice muffled as he nuzzled your head.

You whimpered as you clutched onto his shirt, pushing your lower half against his erection, the thought of his length filling you up causing your slick to leak out and coat your thighs.

It’s almost as if he could read your mind because he snaked his hand down between you two, grasping his hard cock just to sheath himself within you. You let out a moan as he filled you, the pleasure and slight sting feeling so good.

You both were a tangle of breathy moans and gasps as Minho rutted against you, his cock hitting your spot just right at this angle. He kept his head buried in your hair, his arms wrapped around your body as you buried your head in his chest.

Ever so slowly, your high built within, the feeling expanding until it built to crescendo, little shocks of pleasure spreading from your pussy to your legs all the way down to your toes.

You moaned Minho’s name as he continued to thrust within you, listening to his breathing increase as he reached his high, his cum filling you up and leaking onto the sheets. As you both came down from your highs, you clutched onto each other, savoring this slow moment together before the day began.

“Kitten, we have to get up yeah?” Minho murmured as he stroked your hair.

You wanted to lay here forever, warm in his embrace, the shitty world forgotten; however, you knew you had to get up, face the world and this job that was looming in the horizon.

You and Minho shuffled around, preparing to get ready to meet with Chan and the others. Neither one of you said a word, both of you understanding the seriousness of the situation that you both would be entering into later today.

You dressed in your black pants and black tank top, pulling on your boots as well. You outfitted your eyes on midnight blue eyeshadow to match your hair, your eyes accentuated by the color.

“Ready?” Minho asked as he stood by the door.

You nodded and followed him out of the door, joining the others of Rosora. The weather was nice which was promising, as completing jobs when it was raining or storming out was not really ideal.

Minho drove you both to your groups meetings spot and joined the others who were gathered around the warehouse, quietly mingling with each other. You stood in the corner, Minho joining you, his hand resting gently on your back.

The chatter died down over the next few moments as Chan entered looking determined. He looked around those gathered before speaking.

“Okay, let’s go over the plan one more time. Echo will hack into the security system and disarm it, giving us an in into the building. However, you will need to neutralize the guards however you see fit, although if we could avoid any casualties that would be best. Echo will also be on the lookout and clear a path for you as you make your way through the building. Astra will help you with any of your enhancements before you go. Let’s get this piece of data and change humanity.”

You shared a look with Minho before Chan approached you two.

“We’re counting on you two,” he said with hope.

You both nodded and watched him walk away to speak with the others. You began to check your enhancements, making sure they were all in working order. You had a variety of different ones that came in handy depending upon the situation, such as enhanced vision, one to help you with stealth, and a cool down after firing your built in weapon-a small pistol you reserved for the most severe of cases.

Minho checked his as well, as his included enhanced vision and hearing which will definitely come in handy for this job. Once done, you both walked back to his car.

The office was in Farlan, the business district, where all the wealthy resided and worked. You looked out the window, watching as the scenery changed from run down and people ambling around with no purpose, to nice skyscrapers with up kept greenery and clean streets. Those who walked the street were put together, dressed nicely as they made their way to their destinations.

It amazed but disgusted you how there was a difference between the two zones, how one lived in luxury while the other lived in squalor.

Onyx corp. was located in a large skyscraper, the sign indicating so big and present. No one was coming in or out, the company being closed today, hence why today was chosen.

Minho pulled to a parking lot a few buildings away, both of you getting out and stretching your legs after the drive. Walking to the building was nerve wracking, both of you dressed in a way that seemed out of place compared to those of Farlan.

As you approached the side door into the building, you heard Echo give you both the go ahead, the door opening automatically for you. Inside the building, it was dark and quiet, the halls empty as everyone was off.

There were no alarms, the security alarms and cameras turned off. Minho gestured for you to follow him, as he walked further into the entry way, walking ahead to what seemed like a set of elevators.

However, half way there you heard a set of footsteps followed by a flash of light. Quickly, Minho pulled you behind a wall, both of you holding your breaths as a guard patrolled the area, flashlight in hand. Minho focused on the guard and took in the guards weak points using his enhanced vision.

Once locked in, Minho gestured to you that he would take the guard. You nodded and watched as he waited until the precise moment the guard approached the area you two were hiding and lounged out grabbing the guard by wrapping his arm around his neck and applying pressure.

The guard stumbled and began to make strangled sounds, his hands clutching at Minho’s arms as he fought to get free. However, Minho had the advantage and increased the pressure on the man’s neck until he slumped down unconscious.

Minho dragged him behind the wall where you both were hiding and went on your way. As you approached the elevator, you gazed around taking in the grandeur and lavishness of the room, tsking in disgust. They really have everything, you thought.

The elevator pinged, the doors opening and you two stepped in pressing the penthouse floor button. The doors slowly closed and the elevator began to ascend quietly. You both stood in silence until a thought came in your head.

“I will be the one who hacks in the system to grab the data,” you said, looking expectantly at Minho.

“Absolutely not,” Minho said not giving your demand a moments thought.

“Why not? I deserve this after everything I’ve been through.” You let out a huff and crossed your arms. Yes you were being petty, but hey you wanted to be the one who nabbed the prize. You owed it to your family and to yourself.

“Kitten, I will be the one to grab the data. Not another word about it yeah?”

You glared at the man next to you, “you son of a bitch. You don’t own me. I will be the one to steal the data.”

You looked straight ahead in defiance, proud of yourself for sticking it him. This was your job after all, he’s just a side character in all of this.

One moment you were staring at the elevator doors, a smirk on your face and next you were pushed against the wall, Minho caging your body in as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Listen here kitten,” he murmured, his voice echoing in your ear. “You are feisty, but bad girls get punished and I don’t want to punish you. You will let me get the data and you will be a good kitten and help. Got it?”

Your breath caught at his words, warmth filling your core at his dominance. Your eyes found his, taking in his dilated pupils and look full of lust.

“No,” you said simply, a look of pure defiance on your face. You would not give into him, doesn’t matter that you slept with him.

Minho’s raised an eyebrow and breathed out a sigh. He leaned away to press the pause button, the elevator coming to a halt. He quickly walked back to you and caged you against the wall once more as he brought a hand to your pants and slipped them inside to touch you wet pussy.

He smirked as he slid his finger through your folds and lazily circled your clit, taking in your strangled gasps as you tried not to moan.

“Why are you wet kitten? You working after all,” he teased as he sped up his fingers, the glide easy as he spread your arousal around your clit.

“Minho…fuck!” You moaned as he slightly applied more pressure.

You gripped his arms as your breath came out in pants, your high approaching hard and fast. Minho bit his lips and watched you fall apart on his fingers, chuckling as you began to rock your hips.

“That’s it kitten, so naughty getting off on the job. Echo is on the other end of this line. He can hear you. Every. Single. Word. “

You mewled out as you released over his fingers, your squeals high pitched as Minho continued to circle your clit, his eyes straight on yours.

You slowly came down, resting your head on his chest and tried to regulate your breathing. Minho removed his fingers and sucked them into his mouth and moaned as he tasted you.

“So sweet kitten,” he sighed as he walked back to the panel and pressed the pause button again, the elevator moving once more.

You were quiet as it continued its ascent. You arrived at the pent house floor, the doors slowly opening revealing a long dark hallway. Minho exited first, with you following closely behind.

The floor was quiet, eerily so. You got an uneasy feeling that someone was watching you, their eyes peering from behind a corner waiting to pounce. You activated your stealth mode, your footsteps becoming light and airy.

Minho came to a sudden stop, his ears glowing as they picked up a sound from one of the many rooms. He turned to the right and coming out of the shadows was a man and woman, dressed similarly, with a belt full of knives and an assault rifle in their hands.

They must be Nyx and Strider, the other guards for the company. You held your breath as they got closer but then stopped in their tracks, guns raised at the ready.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man yelled as he adjusted his gun, ready to fire at a moments notice.

Minho raised his hands up and kept eye contact on the two guards. “We mean no harm, just strolling through.”

“Stop fucking with us, I will shoot no questions asked.”

You knew they would, they seemed more of the shoot now ask later type of people. You could hear Echo telling you and Minho to keep stalling as he worked on a solution.

“Hey now,” you said as you stepped forward, “let’s not be hostile, let’s be friends yeah? Or how about this, I’ll give you a free show yeah? I’m sure you’re interested in what I have to offer,” you cooed.

You could feel Minho bristle in anger behind you but you paid him no mind. The two guards slightly lowered their guns as you started to take your jacket off, revealing your piercings and cleavage.

Their eyes honed in on your breasts as you started to untie the tie on your shirt, areas of skin being revealed inch by inch. Right as you were about to whisk your top off, an alarm sounded elsewhere in the building, loud and shrill in the quiet building.

“Shit,” Strider cursed under his breath.

“Sorry I’m sure you had lots of offer for us sweetheart but duty calls.”

Suddenly, they opened fire causing you to shriek as a rain of bullets pelted your way. There were yellow and orange flashes of lights as the guns went off, the shooters aiming anywhere they could as they swept the area.

Minho quickly pushed you out of the way, both of you rolling slightly on the ground, but away from the parade of bullets. You huddled against him as you listened to the gunfire, your mind going back to the incident with Astra.

Minho wrapped his arms around you to cradle you to him as smoke filled the hallway, providing cover over both of you. He could tell you were scared as you trembled in his arms.

You’re not sure how long you both stayed huddled like that, but minutes passed as the gunfire ceased and the smoke lifted. Minho activated his hearing enhancement, listening for any sign of movement or chatter.

Hearing neither he sat up a little bringing you with him.

“Are you okay kitten?” He asked, concern in his voice as he assessed you.

You nodded yes and wiped a stray tear that had fallen down your face.

“Good. Now don’t ever do that again. You are mine got it?” Minho countered, his voice gruff.

“Okay,” you agreed, still a little shaken up from what just happened.

As you two sat there, Echo came on and said, “you both should be clear the rest of the way. Get the data and get out of there.”

Minho nodded and stood up, offering his hand to you. You grabbed it and pulled yourself up, dusting the soot and dust from your clothes. You tied your top back and started to walk towards Cipher’s office.

As you came to the double doors, Echo made himself known again. “Doors unlocked. Good luck.”

Minho pushed them open and stepped in with you following behind. You took in the large office, spotless and industrial seeming, no ounce of personality in the space. Along one wall was a couch with many pillows, seeming the comfiest spot in the arid room. On the other wall was a large panel with blinking lights, a soft motor running in the background.

As you both approached, you expected an alarm to go off from some invisible barrier, but nothing happened, the area quiet as ever.

“Okay, let’s do this. Kitten?”

You looked at Minho in surprise. He was gesturing for you to walk forward and started the transfer. You smiled and looked at the panel, searching for a terminal to input your device.

Once you located it, you inserted the device, a click sounding as you pressed start. In less than a few seconds, the transfer was done and you logged off and relaxed your device back in your pocket.

“Got it, let’s go.”

Minho smiled at you and took your hand as both of you quickly exited the barren office.

“Excellent work!” Echo exclaimed, “Now get out. We’ll meet back at Neon City.”

You both backtracked your steps, shockingly not running into any more personnel. It seemed strange but stopping wasn’t an option, so you continued to head for the side door.

As you both stepped out into the blazing sun, you shielded your eyes as they adjusted the the bright light. Minho led you to the car, starting it and immediately pressing the gas once you were in.

“Fuck, we did it.” You said in awe, eyeing the piece of data in your inventory.

“Of course kitten, we make a great team huh,” Minho teased.

You chuckled and looked out the window, watching as Farlan disappeared and the scenery slowly turned back into run down Rosora. Minho didn’t stop until he got to Cyberlina, parking in the spot he usually used when he trained you.

You walked to Hyunjin’s bar, smiling big as you approached him. His eyes lit up at the sight of you followed by a look of relief as he realized you were safe. He eyed Minho, sizing him up as you got closer to him. He knew of your feelings about Minho, but he wasn’t up to speed about your little night spent together yet, so you understood his hesitation.

Hyunjin pointed you to one of the private rooms and you both entered the small room to join Chan, Astra, Echo and a few others.

“Welcome back you two,” Chan said as he gave you both a wide grin.

You and Minho sat down amongst the cheers. You picked up a beer and popped the cap and took a long swig, savoring the wheaty taste on your tongue.

“Now where’s the data? Let’s crack this puppy open.”

You transferred the file to Chan who immediately got to work cracking the code to unlock the file. Echo pitched in when needed and between the both of them, the my were successful. Everyone held their breath as they waited to see what the secret was, the one that would make them rich.

However, as time went on, Chan frowned as he didn’t seem to like what he was looking at.

“There’s no code here…it’s not here!” He said, his voice getting louder with each word.

“What do you mean it’s not there?” You asked incredulously.

Chan sat in silence, his face red and eyes murderous as he considered the possibilities of what could have gone wrong. The only thing you could think of was you and Minho were duped and maybe Onyx Corp. knew you were coming, replacing the original code with a fake.

If that’s the case, then who? Who would betray the group like that?

“We will get that code, we have to…” Chan said as he now paced the small room, back and forth, back and forth.

There was silence as everyone looked at the leader, wondering what was going to happen now. The buyer would be expecting the data soon and no one had it.

Chan stopped pacing and stared out at everyone, “We will meet up tomorrow, I need to come up with a plan.”

With that, he walked out of the door, his hands balled up into fists, everyone else filed out after him…everyone except you and Minho. You both sat in silence, considering what had just occurred. What would happen now?

You looked up as the door opened and Hyunjin walked in, a couple of shot glasses and a bottle in hand.

“Figured this was called for,” he said as he sat the items down and then sat on the couch next to you.

He popped open the bottle and filled each shot glass up before handing you each one. You took yours and tossed it back, flinching as the liquor slid down your throat and settled in your stomach. Hyunjin filled your glass up once more and you tossed it back before leaning on the couch, your gaze to the ceiling.

There goes your chance at a better life, the 50 million neuro credits on your mind. You could have upgraded your apartment to a less shittier one. Food would be plentiful as you wouldn’t have to worry about how you would pay. You wouldn’t have had to work for a while if you didn’t want to.

But most of all, the future would have been bright for all, as an enhancement could have been made to help those who were injured or ill, saving their lives as they wouldn’t have to worry about Neuro credits and paying for treatment. All of that went out the window with this dupe.

At first you felt sad, your heart sinking as this dream disappeared, slowly getting further and further out of reach. How many others had to suffer at the hands of the wealthy? They sat in their fancy homes, never having to worry about where their meals would come from, or having to worry about succumbing to illness like your family did. They didn’t have to work dangerous jobs just to afford rent for a shitty apartment.

No, they didn’t care and they definitely don’t want this information getting out, to help society as a whole. Here, you could have anything technologically advanced except for the most basic needs, which definitely was fucked up.

As time passed and you sat there in silence, listening to the bass of the beat playing outside the door, you felt your rage grow, slowly and steadily, the fire lighting in your heart. You were going to get that data if it was the last thing you’d do on this miserable earth.

Turning to Minho, you crossed your arms demanding his attention. He raised his eyebrows at you, his cheeks already flushed from the liquor, as he waited for you to speak.

“We’re going to get that data. We have to. I won’t let them get away with this. Are you with me?”

Minho looked at you for a while, his expression unreadable. You could hear Hyunjin shuffle behind you and clear his throat, most likely feeling unease at your determination. You ignored him however and continued to stare at Minho, waiting his answer.

Finally, Minho let out a sigh and sat up straighter, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. You didn’t dare look away, your gaze set on his as you awaited his answer with bated breath.

Minho smirked and leaned over to press a wet kiss to your lips before pulling back and saying with finality, “Absolutely. Let’s go show those bastards.”

You grinned and placed your hand over his, nuzzling your face into his palm. Who would have thought you would fall for this stubborn and demanding man? You’re happy you did and now you have a partner in crime.

You thought for a while and then turned to Hyunjin while still holding Minho’s hand. You had the future to plan revenge against Onyx corp. but tonight, you could be carefree for a little with your lover and best friend right?

“What’s up?” Hyunjin asked, seeing the question burning in your eyes.

You grinned at his response, knowing your best friend always knows what’s on your mind.

So with resolve you said, “Bring out the best stock you have. I think we need to forget what happened tonight and then tomorrow start to plan our attack against those bastards.”

Hyunjin nodded and got up to leave while Minho smirked, satisfied with your plan. Oh Onyx Corp. will not know what hit them by the time you were done.

That’s for damn sure.

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tf 141 x reader

SFW - no warnings except for profanity

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It felt weird lying in your own bed again.

After spending months holed up in safe houses, huddled together in the field to keep warm or crammed together during transport, you'd become accustomed to having at least one of your team with you while you slept.

You huff, roll over and will yourself to go to sleep. Minutes creep by. Sleep still eludes you.

Maybe it's the quiet that's getting to you, or the absence of their warmth. Or it could be that you miss that sense of security, having a solid, living body lying next to you. Whatever it is, your brain refuses to shut off without it.

You hate to admit it, but you can't get to sleep without the guys.

Crazy as it seems, you miss Gaz burying his cold nose in the nape of your neck, listening to him make those funny little nuck-nuck noises in his sleep.

You miss Ghost's twitching, and how he holds on tight to your hand after he's had one of his nightmares. He won't let go, either, not even after he falls back to sleep.

You miss the way Price sprawls out. At least one of his heavy limbs will end up flung over you at some point, the weight solid and reassuring. You might even miss his snoring, at least until you can't stand it anymore and have to poke him in the ribs to get him to turn over. He always flops back over within minutes and starts snoring again.

Hell, you even miss Soap's sweaty koala bear hugs and sleep talking in Gaelic. The man literally never shuts his bloody gob, not even while sleeping. As annoying as it is, it's also kind of endearing.

Frustrated, you give up and throw back the covers, getting out of your bunk. Wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, you quietly slip out into the hall and head for the rec room. Maybe a warm cuppa of Ghost's earl grey that he keeps stashed in the back of the cupboard will help.

You come up short as soon as you step through the door. Ghost is sitting alone on the sectional sofa, leaned back in the corner watching sports highlights on the telly.

"What're ya doin' up?" he grumbles.

"Can't sleep."

He grunts then motions for you to join him. You slump down next to him and lean into his side, tucking your legs beside you. After a few minutes of soaking in his warmth, you feel your eyes start to droop. It must be having a similar effect on him, because you feel his body go slack, then a minute later, he twitches. You glance up to see that his head's fallen back against the cushions, eyes closed.

You're almost asleep when Gaz wanders into the room. He smirks as he climbs over the back of the couch, wedging himself in behind you. "'M cold," he complains, snuggling in. "Place is like a bloody freezer." He burrows under the blanket with you and buries his cold nose in the back of your hair. "Smell better since ya showered," he teases, making you both snicker.

"Oi," Ghost rumbles out, not bothering to open his eyes. " You two, shuddup."

Gaz breathes out a laugh then goes quiet.

The captain comes ambling into the room on sock feet, wearing a ratty looking robe. He sniffs in amusement at the three of you piled up together. "Well, don't you lot look cozy," he quips, sprawling out in the opposite corner. He throws his legs up beside Gaz. "Make room, Sergeant."

Gaz shuffles around then cuddles back under the blanket. Price crosses his arms over his chest and turns his attention to the telly. His first snore rolls out five minutes later.

"Fuckin' hell," Ghost groans.

Finally, Soap comes shuffling through the door, bleary-eyed, his mohawk sticking out every which way. He jams his fists on his hips, a peevish look on his face. "Ye hens havin' a slumber party an' dinnae invite me?"

Ghost huffs, irritated, and lifts his head to glare at him. The captain snorts, smacks his lips, then picks up snoring where he left off. Gaz pokes his head up to hiss a "Shh!" at Soap.

"Jaysus, sorry. Dinnae mean t'disturb yer beauty sleep, m'laird."

"You're disturbed, ya wanker," Gaz mumbles before nuzzling back into your hair.

"Christ, jus' shuddup an' siddown, Johnny," Ghost growls lowly.

Soap rounds the end of the sectional and plops down next to Ghost, grinning. "Fancy a snuggle, LT?"

"No."

Soap sniffs, pouting until Ghost sighs and jerks his head in a quick nod. "C'mon, then."

Scooting closer, Soap rests his cheek on Ghost's shoulder. "Yer comfy, LT. I could get used t'this."

Ghost rolls his eyes. "Shut yer gob an' go t'sleep, Sergeant."

"Aye, sir," Soap murmurs and settles in.

Price grunts, scratches at his beard, then turns on his side. The snoring stops. Ghost hums and sinks deeper into the cushions. You can hear Gaz now making soft little nuck-nuck sounds behind you. The sound lulls you to sleep.

Some time later, you feel Ghost jerk awake. His hand fumbles under the blanket until he finds yours. You squeeze his fingers, Soap on his other side, murmuring something softly in Gaelic. Ghost eases back into the cushions, his tense body relaxing.

You breathe out a sigh, let your eyes drift shut and immediately fall back to sleep.

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heat wave ࿔ s. winchester

summary: heat waves suck in the bunker

pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader

word count: 1.7K

warnings: no use of y/n, not beta'd, fluff, complaining about heat, nudity, suggestive content, one or two dirty jokes

a/n: i made a post about complaining about this heat wave that is happening in my area and decided to write about it. this was intended to be a blurb but it spiraled out of my control LMAO

(also i haven't posted this frequently in like... ever LOL. so please say thank you to sam winchester for being my muse)

please reblog and lmk your thoughts and opinions!! i wanna hear what you guys thought about the fic!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You hated the heat. Nope. Scratch that you loathed the heat. Despite growing up in hotter climates, you never grew to like the heat. You can tolerate it, but you've always preferred the colder months, where you can layer all you want and get warm and cozy.  

But with summer, there was so much you could wear until you were almost naked.  

The bunker could only do much to keep out the heat during the summer and keep the heat in when winter rolled around. An unexpected heat wave hit Lebanon, and since the bunker didn't have any AC or windows, it was practically hell on earth in the bunker.

Sam and Dean were out on a hunt, and you were stuck in the bunker due to having a nasty run-in with a witch that left you concussed and bruised ribs. They said the hunt was a quick salt and burn a state over, so they would be back in a few days. But in the few days they were gone, the heat became almost unbearable.

You spent the past few days stripped down to a bra and the shortest PJ shorts you had. You would have strolled around the bunker naked, but you were a little paranoid that Sam and Dean would come home early, and you didn't want to give Dean a free show. The amount of water that you had drunk could be considered criminal, but you managed to sweat most of it.

You even went out and bought multiple box fans for the library, war room, kitchen, and your bedroom (To hell with your boyfriend and Dean's bedroom. They could buy a fan for themselves.) because you could barely stand the stifling heat that managed to worm its way into the bunker.

The heat had gotten to the point where you were sprawled out on your back, starfish styled on the cool tiles of the shower room. This was your only saving grace in this place (and taking cold showers right before you went to sleep). When the tiles below you would get warm and sticky, you would just shuffle (drag) your body slightly to another patch of cold tiles.

You were so focused on cooling down your hot body that you didn't hear Sam calling for you when he couldn't find you in your room. He and Dean eventually found you on the shower floor.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean's voice echoed off of the shower room walls.

"Finding reprieve from this god-awful heat." You sat up on your elbows to see Sam and Dean standing in the doorway, uncaring of your state of undress. Being a hunter and getting injured in inconvenient places had left you topless in front of the boys plenty of times and vice versa, so it left no room for modesty.

"This bunker doesn't have any AC or windows, and this heat wave has been terrible. You guys need to fix that." You said before sliding back down and moving to a patch of cool tile.

Sam's chuckling made you smile despite the heat. "Considering this bunker was built in the 30s, they didn't exactly have to worry about heat waves or AC."

Your smile dropped as you scowled at Sam's words. "I hate global warming. Also, how are the two of you not sweating your balls off yet?" You had noticed that they were wearing their flannels.

"We just got back and spent the past 10 minutes trying to find you. Safe to say we haven't spent much time in the bunker to feel the heat."

"Well, you're about to Deanie-boy, be prepared to strip." You went to take a sip of water from the bottle you had brought with you, only to find that it was empty.

"You would love to see that wouldn't you."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." You said before getting up from the floor with a slight groan.

"Besides, I'd prefer to see a strip tease from a different Winchester." You winked at Sam as you walked in between the boys, giving his ass a quick tap as you left the shower room and headed toward the kitchen to refill your water bottle.  

About two and a half hours later, the heat had gotten to the boys, and they were stripped down to their boxers, trying to survive. Dean ended up stealing one of the fans you bought and stashed it in his room, but even then, the fans were just blowing around the warm air that was in the bunker.

When it came time to eat dinner, you guys quickly got dressed because none of you wanted to spend another second in the hot bunker. The cool night air was like a healing balm over the heat wave as you guys found a diner that also had outside seating. After you guys were done eating, Dean drove the three of you around for a while with the windows down in the Impala, not wanting to go back to the stifling hot bunker.

You guys got back home at eleven o'clock, and the temperature in the bunker got significantly better, but it was still uncomfortably warm. You all headed to different bathrooms to shower off the stickiness that the three of you were already feeling.

You took your time in the cold water, not wanting to leave it just yet, but you eventually left the shower once your skin acclimated to the water and started to feel warm to you. You wrapped yourself in a towel and made your way to your room.

Once you made it to your room, you turned on your fan, cranked it to the highest setting, and dropped your towel. You didn't bother with any clothes or getting under the covers because you would throw them off of yourself the second you started to sweat. You crawled on top of your covers and rested your back against your headboard. You wanted to read a bit before you went to bed, so you grabbed your Kindle off of your nightstand and began to read.

About fifteen minutes later, you got a knock on your door. "Babe?" Sam's voice was muffled by the thick door.

"You can come in." You tell him, not looking away from your Kindle.

You heard the door open, and that's when you looked up at Sam entering your room. You caught his surprised expression as he took in your nude form and quickly shut the door. You saw lust flashing through his hazel eyes as his gaze traveled up and down your body.

Sam cleared his throat as he kept his eyes trained on yours. Ever the gentleman. You thought as you smirked at his reaction.

"Did you need something?" You asked, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend as you placed the Kindle in your lap. Your eyes also wandered up and down Sam's bare torso as he was only in his boxers. His anti-possession tattoo stood out against his tan chest and was littered with scars that had faded with time.

You saw Sam swallow thickly as his eyes flickered from your chest to your eyes. "I was wondering why you weren't in our room?"

It was technically Sam's room before you moved into it. After a couple of months of dating, you found yourself sleeping in his room more often than your own when you initially moved into the bunker.

"As much as I love you, Sammy, I cannot sleep with you during this heat wave."

Sam frowned slightly as he made his way to your bed and sat on the edge of it. "Why not?"

You scoffed. "Because you're practically a human furnace, and as nice as it is sleeping with you during the winter, I just know I'll be soaked just sharing a bed with you."

A dirty smirk wormed its way onto Sam's face as his warm palm landed on your ankle and slowly trailed up your leg. "I'm glad I have that effect on you, but I already knew that."

You narrowed your eyes at him as you wriggled your leg away from Sam's grasp. "Ha, ha, you're so funny." You deadpan. "But I'm being serious. You radiate heat, which isn't fun when we're trying to survive a heat wave."

Sam started to pout at you. "But babe-"

"Nope. Not hearing it." You cut him off and shook your head at him as you moved your Kindle to your nightstand. "You're sleeping in your bed alone until this heat wave is over."

"Now, go back to your room." You gestured to your door.

A small huff left Sam as he got up from your bed. "Fine, but at least give me a goodnight kiss."

You rolled your eyes slightly. "Get over here, you big baby." Sam moved to the side you were lying on and bent down to kiss you.

You intended the kiss to be chaste, but Sam (being the little shit he is) had other ideas. He grabbed both of your cheeks with his hands and pulled you into a passionate kiss.  

It was unexpected, but you melted into the kiss as your hands instinctively went to his chest. He tasted like mint and something that you could only describe as Sam. Sam swiped at the seam of your lips, and that is what broke you from your Sam-induced haze.

You pushed him away from you and glared at him lightly. Sam just had a cheeky grin on his face.

"Nice try, now go to bed."

Sam still had a grin on his face as he bent down again and kissed your forehead.

"Goodnight, baby," He murmured softly against your forehead before pulling away.

"Goodnight, Sammy," You said with a soft smile as he left your room.

You turned to your nightstand and turned off the lamp that illuminated your room. Your room was engulfed in darkness as you shuffled further down your bed until your head hit the pillows. You fell asleep as your fan blew cool air towards your bed.

Little did you know, Sam ended up sneaking into your room once you were asleep and woke up in the morning soaked in sweat and having a moose of a boyfriend wrapped around your sweat-slicked body.

It's safe to say that you gave Sam a very rude awakening that morning.  

[little-diable]

Late Night - Carlisle Cullen (smut)

Just a smutty drabble I needed to get out of my system. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. Xxx

Summary: Carlisle comes home late at night and uses her body just like she had asked him to weeks ago.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, somnophilia, cock warming

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (900 words)

It was late by the time he stepped foot into her apartment, careful not to wake her. He took his time as he undressed, mind torn between the past hours he’d spent at the hospital and the memories of this very morning.

The sound of (y/n)’s moans echoed through his mind, eyes hazy as she had stared up at him. His cock had perfectly fit between her breasts, searching for a quick release before he’d left for work. With her tongue pushed past her teeth, she had tasted him with every thrust, eager to watch him fall apart.

Degrading words had rolled off his tongue, calling her a cock-hungry slut while he had chased his orgasm. Her hands had pushed her breasts together, high on the feeling of his veiny cock rubbing against her soft skin.

Carlisle had to hold back a groan as the memory made his cock grow harder. Perhaps he should simply fuck his hand to the thought of her in the shower, washing away the day with his mind fully set on her. But then his eyes found (y/n)’s sleeping frame.

For a moment, he didn’t move. His golden eyes wandered up and down her frame, taking in the sight of her shirt barely covering her frame, exposing the pair of panties he loved seeing on her. Carlisle couldn’t hold back his groan, head rolling back to ponder over his choices.

Weeks ago she had given him the consent to touch her whenever he needed her, let it be while she was awake or sleeping. Back then he hadn’t paid her words much attention, knowing that he wanted her awake and riled up whenever he fucked her. But now his perspective had shifted, forcing him to step into the bedroom.

Carefully, he stepped out of his clothes, palming his hard cock a few times before he slowly pushed her thighs apart. He made quick work on her panties, pushing them aside to brush his fingers over her warm skin. With his eyes set on her peaceful features, he spat onto her cunt, using his saliva as lube while aligning himself with her heat.

Carlisle was close to waking her up, wanting to see her wide eyes staring up at him, but he kept quiet. He pushed into her, unable to hold back the gritty sound clawing its way out of him - all because of the way her walls felt wrapped around him. The second he buried his cock fully inside of her, he gave it a moment or two, wondering if she’d finally react. But (y/n) was still fast asleep.

He couldn’t help but wonder what she’d say to him, the words she’d moan if she were awake. Perhaps she’d comment on his size, and how he felt buried deep inside of her. Perhaps she’d choke on his name while begging him to leave some more marks on her body. Thoughts that urged him to move faster.

(Y/n) began to stir, finally, slowly reacting to the way he fucked her body into the mattress. A gasp left her the second her mind managed to rip her out of her dream, staring at Carlisle who smirked down at her. The sound of his cold skin meeting her warm one reverberated through the room, accompanied by her whimpers and his groans.

“Carlisle,” she moaned his name, heavy arms finding their way around his neck. “Feels so good, oh god.”

He gave it a few more thrusts before he momentarily pulled out of her, using her sleep drunken state to his advantage as he flipped her around. Without another warning he pushed back into her from behind, hand coming down on her ass to mark her up.

Another high pitched moan left (y/n) at the feeling, trying to shuffle back against his touch while she pressed her right cheek to the warm pillow. His hand met her behind again, enjoying the way her breath hitched the second she felt the sting of his touch, knowing that she'd be able to feel it for hours to come.

His thrusts grew faster, set on an easy orgasm so that she could fall back asleep soon after. And the way her heart picked up its speed, forcing adrenaline to thump through her veins like a storm rolling ashore, told him that she was about to soak his cock with her release.

(Y/n) let go of another whine as she came, eyes squeezed shut, teeth about to draw blood from her lower lip. His hips kept meeting her pulsing flesh, wanting to cum while he stayed buried inside of her for hours to come. Her hand reached for his, interlacing their fingers seconds before he came with a groan.

“I should have known that I’d love this as much as you do, darling,” his heavy murmurs drew a breathless chuckle from her. Carlisle slowly shifted them around, pressing (y/n)’s back against his chest while his cock stayed buried inside of her, connecting the two in the most intimate way while she searched for a few more hours of sleep.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The House Guest 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: an old acquaintance calls in a favour, leaving you with an unexpected house guest.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You yawn as you wrap yourself in a towel. The shower was less refreshing than it was draining. The heat robbed you of the last of your energy. 

You listen through the door. It’s a small house. You can hear will beyond even those walls. 

You hug your clothes and flit across the hall, leaving a cloud of steam and scent behind you. You shut your bedroom door and sigh. You’re exhausted. It’s only in the that moment that you feel all the tension that’s been nipping away at you. 

It isn’t Bucky’s fault. You’re a loner. When someone else is around, you always feel like you have to be on. 

You grab your phone. The bars are low. Tomorrow you’ll figure out how you can bitch out Sam, or at least get an answer about how long you can expect your house guest to be around. 

You pull on a baggy sweatshirt and pair of flannel pants. You stretch out your neck and stand. You step into your slippers as you approach the door with a shadow of dread. It’s not that you feel unwelcome in your own home, just unsettled. 

You let yourself out and leave the door open. You try not to make too much noise as you come down the hall. The front room is dark. You hesitate before you enter the kitchen. 

Quietly, you take down a mug and a bag of chamomile. You put the kettle on and hover by the counter. You cross your arms and shiver.  

You give a start as you hear a click. You glance over as a shadow enters through the front door. You didn’t even hear him leave. Bucky peeks in as the kitchen lights glare over him and gives a small wave. He takes his time unlacing his boots as he leans a hand on the wall. 

“Hey,” he says. “Cold?” 

“Just a little. It’ll be winter soon enough,” you bring your hand up to the neck of your shirt and pinch the fabric. 

“I’ll be honest, can’t really feel it,” he shrugs. “I can get the fire stove going.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll have my tea and turn up the thermostat,” you assure him, rocking on your feet. 

“Right, sounds good,” he taps the door frame and retreats. 

The kettle flicks off and you pour the water. You fill the cup and lift it gingerly, careful not to touch the side. You shuffle to the door and turn off the lights. You wade through the gloom, only the glow of the lamp in the front room offering a way forward. 

As you pass the wide doorway, your eyes drift over instinctively. Keep going. You quickly hurry back to your room and hide. Again, you caught him in a moment. The muscles of his back weave into your mind and you shake way the vision. 

You set the cup down and tuck your feet under the covers. You peer over at the black window panes. Up there, the night is unmetered by civilization. Even when there’s a full moon it’s desolate. The trees rustle and the nocturnal creatures stir. 

You nurse your tea over the last chapter of a novel. Eh, not your favourite ending but it makes sense. You shut of the glass lamp and settle down to sleep. Your ears prick in the silence of the house. 

Sleep doesn’t come easy and the shell that comes over you is more a dizzy daze. Not quite awake, not quite unconscious. You can still hear the shifting of the house and the steady wailing of the wind. Your eyes ache with fatigue and your head pulses but you just can’t sink into the depth. 

Your eyes roll open but your body remains still. Locked and lifeless. Your gaze flicks back and forth. You’re self-aware of the waking coma. Your body and mind are disconnected as you’re trapped between layers of sleep. It happens time and again. 

You can see the room clearly but the darkness is rippled. You can sense something looming over you but the dark is so dense, your mind can only summon a twisted fear of the hallucinations. You focus on trying to break the sleep paralysis.

Just a finger. Move your finger. Move. Bend. Anything. 

You gasp as you finger twitches and you wake with a jarring lurch. The bed jolts beneath you and your head spin. There’s a weight on your neck. You’re still dreaming?  

As you reach to touch the warmth around your throat, it recedes, a tickle along the fabric of your sweatshirt. You whimper and sit up, scrunching yourself up against the headboard. You search the void, squinting as you try to see anything. The floor creaks and you squeak again. 

“Hello?” You gulp. 

You blink and focus on the soft outline of the door. It’s open. You think. The fuzzy rectangle tests your sanity. 

You shimmy to the edge of the bed. That childhood fear of something reaching out from underneath to grab your ankles makes you nervous. You get up and put your arms out. You cross the room a step at a time.  

You find the wall and feel along it. You flip on the light switch and back away from the open door. You shut it, didn’t you? Or maybe you got up and don’t remember. It’s all a bit foggy in the hangover of your episode. 

The bathroom door opens across from you and you cry out in surprise. Bucky emerges in the shine of light and peeks over at you. You shake your head and cough. He stares back with a confused stitch between his brows. Don’t look at his chest. Don’t think about how he’s shirtless. Again. 

“Sorry, I... I just...” you sputter and back up.  

You shut your bedroom door and cringe. You leave the light on as you retreat to the bed and bury yourself under the blankets. You know better than to sleep on your back, although you don’t think you’ll be getting much rest after that humiliating display. 

[pedriache]

Hi! Would it be possible to request fluff with Cole Palmer, like a lazy morning in bed when he doesn't have training and then getting up to make breakfast together? I love your work sm

Mornings like this — Cole Palmer.

Pairing: Cole Palmer x Fem!Reader

Summary: You loved when Cole didn’t have training. It meant you got to have a normal day together, doing normal things like cook breakfast together without needing to rush.

Word count: 620+

Disclaimer/s: Fluffy + banter !

A/N: I’m finally going through my reqs heyyy

Sun seeping through your curtains had to be the most annoying thing. On Cole’s rare day off, you two liked to sleep in, but the sun had a vendetta against you, clearly. Your boyfriend shifted behind you with a groan, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck.

“How many times do I have to beg you to get blackout curtains?” He grumbles, his voice raspy with sleep.

A small breath of laughter escapes your lips. “Baby, if you want them so bad, you can buy them.”

Cole’s eyes fluttered open, an amused grin on his lips when his eyes met yours. “Fine. Today, we go get them today.”

Shuffling around to face him, you nod in agreement. “Breakfast first though. Are we in the mood for anything specific? I would kill for Belgian waffles.”

“Do we have flour?” Cole quirks an eyebrow, “because if we do, then we can make some, but I want bacon.”

“Bacon and waffles is an odd combo, but i’m so down.” You sit up, stretching your arms and back. “Okay, I need to go to the bathroom first, i’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

The man nods, climbing out of bed alongside you. He goes to place a kiss on your lips, but you dodge him. “Oh.. we need to brush our teeth first.”

His lips purse and he has to suppress a groan, but nods in agreement anyways. So instead of making his way to the kitchen, he follows you to the bathroom.

After your morning routine was done and you both make your way into the kitchen, you begin preparing for breakfast cooking. You both move in slow motion, too tired to make a hasty breakfast like you usually would on his training days.

“Pass me the measuring cups?” You sigh, putting your hand out patiently.

Cole steps away from the stove where he was making his bacon to grab the cups. Handing them to you, he goes back to where he was previously.

Your phone was connected to a speaker, playing soft tunes while the two of you cooked. “Ay, can I have a drink?”

Your lips pull into a frown. You’d just poured the perfect cup of orange juice. Reluctantly, you hand your boyfriend the glass. “Don’t drink it all, Cole.” You point at his accusatorially, which he feigns offense at before taking two large gulps just in spite.

You gasp, resisting the urge to lunge at him. “Hey! What did I say? You’re such a—“

“Woah!” He laughs, “watch it!”

“A loving, kind, boyfriend.” You grit through a forced smile, “hand it over.” Your boyfriends laughter echoed throughout the kitchen as he hands you the now half empty cup.

Once breakfast had been made, you two sit down at the table across from each other. “So, we go get curtains at around one, and then stop at the new café down the road? I want to try it, your sister said it’s amazing.”

Cole hums, “after that can we stop by the mall? I want to get a new hoodie.”

“You have like—five thousand. Why do you need another?” Your lip curls into a teasing grin.

“Yeah, and so why is my closet empty? Oh, should we go take a peek in yours?” He shoots back. Your smug look falters. Well. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Oh, shut up.” You huff. “New hoodie, got it.”

The rest of the morning goes smoothly, both of you showering and getting ready for the day at a snails pace. You were grateful for his days off, they always made for the perfect lazy days. Plus, any extra time with Cole was time well spent, no matter how productive.

likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in any of my posts.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[risustravelogue]

At the End of the Day

Summary:

Falling asleep with your boyfriend/husband... a perfect way to end the day, is it not?

Featuring:

Alhaitham, Cyno, Kaveh, Tighnari, Zhongli No specific pronouns used.

Tone:

Sugary fluff~

Note:

Hey hey! I managed to write something again after months of (unwanted) hiatus~ I had the inspiration while I was lazing around in bed and I knew I just had to try writing it out. Enjoy! 💚

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Alhaitham would glance away from the pages in his hands when he hears your slowed breathing (or snore—he doesn’t mind if it’s you), a small smile cracking on his lips. If he’s still wide awake, he’d simply brush his fingers against your cheek and go back to reading his book. Once he’s sleepy enough, he’d put a bookmark between the pages and brush away your hair to press his lips softly against your skin, enough to make you smile without waking you up. He’d linger on your temple, then your cheek, then if you’re sleeping on your back, your lips. He’d put his arm around your waist and snuggle up against your neck, either from the side or from behind, taking in your scent as he drifts off to peaceful sleep.

Cyno treasures the nights when he can be beside you as you sleep because his duties can pull him away from you at any hour of the day. He’d cuddle you to sleep on Sumeru’s cooler nights, his arms wrapped around you securely as if you could disappear into the night at any given moment. When he senses that you’re asleep, he’d give your forehead a peck and whisper a quiet “I love you,” also drifting off to sleep soon after.

Kaveh would drop everything he’s working on whenever he hears you climb into your shared bed at the end of the day. He’d shower you with kisses until you giggle, then settle into massaging your hand and caressing your cheek until you fall asleep. Once he’s sure that you’re deep into your slumber, he’d kiss your forehead lovingly, then shuffle off the bed to continue working. More often than not, you wake up to find him sleeping on his desk with Mehrak still displaying his latest progress. But if you’re lucky, you’d wake up to his sleeping figure beside you, his calloused fingers intertwining with yours.

Whether in a tent or in the comforts of Gandharva Ville, Tighnari would always make sure you’re cozy and warm, with your shoulders securely tucked under the blanket or in your sleeping bag. He’d adjust the bedding over and over again to make sure that you’re comfortable as he lays down beside you, and sometimes you have to catch his hand to make him stop fretting. One way or another, his hands would end up over yours as you drift off, with the feeling of his fingers caressing yours as your lullaby.

As the founder deity of Liyue, Zhongli knows a lot of ancient lullabies. And as it happens, your favorite pillow is his well-defined chest. Thus, every night, you’d snuggle up in bed together, your head on his chest, a smile growing on your lips as he hums the long-lost tunes in his dreamy voice. When he senses that you’re about to really fall asleep, he’d pull you even closer against him and kiss the top of your head, whispering, “See you tomorrow morning, my dear,” eliciting a drowsy nod from you before you slip off into your dreams.

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[oneofnanamisgirls]

Toji Fushiguro Pt.3

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synopsis: texting toji after shiu woke you up from the job and toji comes over

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cw: ed/disordered eating mentioned, cursing, and honestly i can’t remember (sorry).

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A/N: heyy, sorry this took so long to post. i’ve been soo busy with schoolwork lately. likes/comments/reblogs are always appreciated <33

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your thumb hovers over the call button, debating whether or not to call him. would it be weird to call him this late?

you hear your brother shut the door of his bedroom. he would be going to sleep, he is a heavy sleeper.

you click the call button and wait.

"mphello." toji's voice was muffled.

"god, you really need to stop talking with your mouth full." you roll your eyes at him.

"how is it my fault you decide to call me as i am stuffing my face?" his voice was clear this time.

"i was debating if i actually wanted to call you or not."

"yeah and what's so wrong with talking to me?" you can hear the annoyance in his voice.

"stop being so defensive." you want to yell at him, but you whisper it out instead.

"you won't wake him up, he sleeps like a damn mummy." you laugh at his joke, knowing its true.

"that's true. what are you eating?" you ask curiously, remembering that you fell asleep before having dinner earlier.

"some leftover takeout from earlier. let me guess what you had, that pasta that you always make? with the orangey sauce." he asks, knowing that the pasta dish is his favorite and he is looking to score some.

"actually i passed out before eating earlier." you tell him as you put the phone on speaker and turn to lay on your side.

"you do that a lot." he mentions.

"i didn't realize you pay that much attention to me." you chuckle.

"aside from shiu, you are the only other person i see often."

"i take it as a compliment." you smirk to yourself.

"it wasn't, you shouldn't do that." he isn't entertaining the idea of it being a compliment.

"i mean that you pay attention to me." you defend.

"yeah i got that, but you have to eat. especially after a night like last night." he tells you. you can hear shuffling around from his end of the phone.

"forgetting to eat because i was asleep is not the end of the world toji. it was an honest mistake." you shift to the other side.

"it's been more than once. you think i don't realize? when shiu and i have late nights into the morning and you ask him to bring home food because you wake up starving?" he sounds mad.

"why are you lecturing me on this? i'm not doing it on purpose. i don't get why you are so mad over this." you speak defensively.

"i know about the shit from when you were a teenager y/n, i'm not dumb." he states as you hear the door locking through the phone.

"that was years ago toji. i was sick back then. you need to relax about this. i'm not doing it on purpose. i told you that. shiu knows." you explain yourself to him.

"bullshit." he scoffs as you hear an engine rumble in the background.

"where are you going?" you ask him.

"for a drive." he says coldly.

"i miss when you were being nice to me." you sigh.

"whatever, bye." the phone disconnects and you scoff at his ignorance. you should have known that he would flip to being a dick.

you realize that you didn't even shower either, and the warm water is just what you need. when looking for apartments, shiu insisted on both rooms having their own bathroom. you shut the bathroom down and have your shower.

the hot water made you feel better. you dry yourself off with the towel before wrapping it around your body.

"jesus christ!" you shout, noticing toji on your bed. "what the hell are you doing here?"

"brought you some food." he says nudging toward the bag on your desk.

"get out!" you point toward the door.

"not until you have dinner. what the hell is your problem?" he rolls his eyes.

"my problem is you invite yourself into my room without even telling me! i am also in a towel for gods sake."

"what are you embarrassed? its a towel, not like you are butt ass naked."

"seriously get out of my room!" you tell him again.

"fine." he waltzes out, shutting the door behind him.

he has some nerve, showing up unannounced. with frustration, you put clothes on without a care. you pause in the middle of pulling your pajama pants on when you realize you forgot to put lotion on. you groan out before sitting at the edge of your bed to apply the lotion to your legs.

you open the door, signaling to toji that you are finished and he can return. you apply your moisturizer in front of the mirror atop your dresser. toji makes himself comfortable at your desk chair.

"i'm surprised you even own clothes as skimpy as what you wore the other night. around here you always wear such baggy stuff." he states.

"can you just stop talking?" you're annoyed.

"look, i'm sorry for scaring you earlier and being a dick. you gotta realize that you and shiu are basically all i have. don't want anything happening to either of you." he tells you with little emotion in his voice.

"it's fine, but i don't need you to act like a parent to me. that stuff with the eating was almost a decade ago. i was really sick. i'm good now." you explain to him.

"i know, i'm sorry."

"did you just apologize to me? i swear i am still asleep. pinch me." you stick your arm out to him.

"haha very funny." he isn't amused. he takes a box from the bag he brought in and hands it to you. it was some plain noodles.

you thank him as he hands you a fork. he lets you sit in the chair to eat. you notice from the corner of your eye that he is looking at the stuff in your room. you let him browse the decor and the other things that decorate your room. you weren't embarrassed by anything, not even the stuffed bear on your bed. you were too mesmerized by the food. until you hear him start opening up drawers.

"get your filthy, greedy hands out of my drawers." you state, not even turning around to him.

"what? you got something you think i might find?" he asks, taunting you.

"no, it's rude to look through people's things." you say to him, taking your last bite.

"don't act so surprised by it then, especially from me." he tells you, truthfully. he isn't always this nice, if you could even say that.

"have some manners fushiguro." you treat him like a kid.

"back to the last names i see. ten years of knowing you and we are back to square one." he sits at the edge of your bed, manspreading of course.

"what did i say about manners?" you question rhetorically walking to him. you push his knees closed a bit. he looks up at you with his eyes, almost daring you to touch him again. "keep dreaming."

"you are the one dreaming." he uses your words back at him.

"why are you still here? you fed me, therefore you know i'm not sick." you cross your arms against your chest.

"we are both awake, might as well hang out." he shrugs his shoulders.

"god if we are actually hanging out, let me take a cigarette from shiu first." you playfully tease.

"i'm not that bad." he tries. "plus you don't smoke."

"not in front of you." you push your arms closer to your body.

"liar." he pokes.

you walk out of your room, grab a cigarette from the box that is tossed on the kitchen counter aside shiu's keys. you take the lighter from the box before walking to the door of the apartment. toji follows you outside, where you look out over the railing. you walk to the area farther away from the other apartments, finding yourself in your favorite corner of the balcony.

you sit on the stool that someone left when they moved out. the area you live in is a nicer area, but it's still in the city. as you take your first drag, toji waits for you to start coughing. when you don't, he raises an eyebrow.

"told you." you blow the smoke away from him.

"i guess we are just learning more about each other today." he leans against the railing next to you. you look around for the outside cat that always comes to your lap.

"hi sweet girl." you coo as the white cat, you have named edie, jumps into your lap.

"crazy cat lady." toji chuckles.

"her name is edie." you pet her and release your fist, letting her take the treat out of you palm.

"why don't you bring it inside?" he asks, receiving a glare from you.

"she is an outside cat, she has always been. i feed her everyday and got a little house for her where she sleeps. i tried bringing her in, but she kept wanting to go back outside." you tell him and then taking another drag. you pet edie with your empty hand, remembering that you have to give her some flea medicine soon.

toji can't help but admire your softness with the cat. he knows you are always soft with things that are precious to you. he is almost jealous of the way you are soft with a stray cat, you were never soft with him.

edie jumps off your lap and runs off to the stairs. you drop the cigarette butt on the ground, letting toji step on it. the sun begins to rise in the distance, you should try to get some rest.

"you look tired." toji notices.

"getting there." you lean your head back against the corner column. the tiredness hits you like a ton of bricks.

he offers a hand to pull you up from the stool. you stumble to your feet, clutching to his tee shirt in fear of falling. your head falls into his chest, you're unsure about the proximity. you were never this close up to him.

"sorry." you stumble back, he was unbothered. you slowly shift your feet back to the apartment, ready to brush your teeth and go to sleep for a few more hours.

you mumble a goodnight to toji, as he gets himself comfortable on the large couch in the living room. you don't wait for a response.

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[wokeupinmars]

Frosty Feelings

Pairing: Sierra Six / Court Gentry x Reader

Summary: Six takes matters into his own hands when you give him the silent treatment.

Warnings: This is fluff but a killing does occur and the target starts to get handsy with Reader but nothing happens.

Word Count: 722

Author’s Note: I've had this idea for a while but never attached a character to it until now.

Please comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed this!!

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To say you were pissed was an understatement. If the silent car ride wasn’t telling enough, the way you turned him away at the bathroom door when he followed behind to join you in the shower was. The two of you had returned to the safe house almost three hours ago and you had yet to say a single word to him.  

You had every right to be upset. The mission was a song and dance the two of you had done time and time again, with you luring whoever the target was away from the crowd in order for Six to get a clear shot and avoid any casualties. Tonight, however, it seemed that Six was dancing to a different beat. Everything was going as planned. Your target, a man who had been smuggling and dealing illegal weapons, had begun chatting you up at the bar. He asked you to dance with him and you obliged. Men like him need to feel like they’re in control. Men like him also got handsy, it’s why it came as no surprise to you when his hands crept down your back.  

What was a surprise was the sound of glass breaking and the man dropping to the floor with blood pooling out of his head just before he reached the curve of your ass. A bullet hole square in the man’s forehead. Mass panic ensued and you were forced to follow the stampede of people towards the exit, blending into the crowd of frightened partygoers.  

Six was completely at fault for this. He was unable to keep his possessive and jealous feelings at bay and got trigger-happy, putting you and many others in harm's way in the process. He knew you well enough to know you’d be mad, and he was ready to be chewed out for his reckless behavior, but it never came.  

Your silence spoke volumes. You weren’t just mad, you were seething. He knew you needed to cool off, it’s why he let the silent treatment go on for so long but now you were off to bed.  

Six couldn’t stand it, he just wanted to hold and talk to you, but he was certain you wouldn’t allow it. Thirty minutes had passed since you’d gone to bed, and he’d done a run-through of the house a few times. He sat at the kitchen table listening to the hand-cranked radio as a weather advisory came through, “Stay inside folks. Expect another at least a foot of snow from late tonight to tomorrow afternoon. Stay off the roads and if you can use more than just your covers to stay warm tonight!”   

While the radio host laughs at their own joke, an idea sparks in Six’s head. He was in a less-than-ideal situation and the only way to solve it would be to use a less-than-ideal solution.  

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You wake up shivering.

The heat was overbearing when you had gone to sleep, so much so that you’d opted to sleep in just your underwear and one of Six’s shirts. But now, you were freezing. You sit up and mentally prepare yourself for your feet to make contact with the cold floor, but his shuffling captures your attention, and you turn to face him. His voice was hoarse from sleep, “Cold, baby?” 

You hum, “About to go check the thermostat.” He lets his head drop back down onto the pillow, groaning as he sinks back into the mattress. “Don’t have to…’m plenty warm.”   

It was true, Six was like a furnace, it was honestly surprising that you didn’t curl up beside him in your sleep. “Yeah, but the thermostat—”  

“Would you just come here?” He opened his blanket for you to lay in his arms, inviting you to cuddle with him.  

The room might have been dark, but you could see right through him. You move closer with your own blanket draped around you and settle into his arms. You lay your head against his chest and tangled your legs with his. His hand slides up your shirt and gently rubs your back. It was cozy and peaceful.  

You shift burying your face in the crook of his neck, and mumble, “Two blankets…won’t let me check the temperature…you’re not slick.”  

He draws your body in closer and murmurs “No idea what you’re talking about.” 

[hisunshiine]

—i’ll be loving you right, seven days a week

Part 7 of 7 of the Seven Days Series ↣ series masterlist

🗓️ pairing: nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader 🗓️ au/genre: non-idol au, brother’s friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut 🗓️ rating: M 🗓️ wc: 8,837 🗓️ warnings: several angsty conversations, cursing, rude age comments made, a punch is thrown, trip to the ER ; explicit sexual content: light fingering, cock-stroking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, wall sex, marking, dirty talk  🗓️ an: and this is it, guys, we have made it to the final day of the week! thank you all so much for reading, and i hope that you have found this couple interesting and fun and love them like i do! 🗓️ summary: “i’ll be loving you right, seven days a week.” Yoongi's wedding has brought up a lot of feelings, but with so many things left unsaid, it's hard to know where you and Jungkook stand. Can the two of you wrap around each other and bring life to a relationship?

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Your alarm goes off sooner than you expect; to be fair, you were dead to the world as you slumbered so when you jolt awake from the screeching alert, it takes you a few moments to remember what’s going on. You sit up, legs swinging off the edge of your bed to plant on the carpet, and you sigh deeply.

Yawning, you set your phone aside and stretch. Your body is a bit sore, both from sex with Jungkook and sleeping on the couch for part of the night. Your phone reads 7:36 AM, and you vaguely remember moving to your bed while it was still dark outside, but not before you had slept for at least three hours on the couch. Enough time for your neck to be a bit sore. 

Massaging the crick in your neck as you stand and stretch, you think over the events of last night and the text message you received this morning. Jungkook left you feeling unbalanced���delicate. The best way to describe it would be to equate it to fine china. You know now that what you and Jungkook have is beautiful, and has the potential to last for ages, but at this moment it feels perilous. One small misstep could send you shattering to the ground. 

Your pent-up emotions feel like the jagged edges of kiln-burned ceramic as you shuffle into the bathroom and turn on the shower. As the water heats up, you brush your teeth and then lay out your outfit for the trip to the wedding venue, folding your dress gently into a bag to take with you to change into once there. 

The steam-covered mirror alerts you that the temperature is just as you desire, and you step into the shower and rinse away the feel of last night’s dalliance in time with the rising of the sun. 

The taxi ride to the venue is relatively quick and you find your brother in what you deem a hilarious state of undress when you venture into the suite intended for your side of the family to use for ceremony preparation.

“Do you need help?”

Yoongi’s perplexed eyebrows shift downwards as he gives you a stale look via his reflection in the mirror. You only laugh as you cross the entryway and shut the door behind you.

“Are you here to help or to laugh?” he deadpans, and you can’t help laughing harder at his apparent distress. His sage green tie is held in his hands loosely, and from the waist up he is dressed, ​​the white dress shirt buttoned up to his chin. But, from the waist down, he is all pale legs, with blushed knobbly knees protruding from the bottom of his boxers, ankles disappearing into dark, ribbed socks. 

“My bad, you just look…here, let me tie that for you.” You take the tie ends from him and unwrap them until you can start over, pulling the big tail over and wrapping it tightly around each side until the final knot is made. “There. Perfect. Now, put on your pants, and let’s finish your hair and makeup.”

He grumbles under his breath as he reaches for his slacks, and you grab your small makeup bag, pulling out a color corrector and a nude palette of powders. Yoongi sits down in the chair nearby as soon as he is fully dressed, turning to face you. 

“Remember when I used to practice makeup on you when we were younger?” The memories flit through your mind, a soft smile on both of your faces as you reminisce. 

“Yeah, I hated it,” Yoongi jokes.

“Well, it was all practice for today. Your photos are going to be blown up and framed in Mom’s house forever, so it’s very important that you look good.”

He hums, closing his eyes as you dust a light brown powder just barely at the corners of his eyes, then lining lightly underneath. It brings a depth to his eyes that will look nice reflected on your mom’s mantle.

“Anything happen after we dropped you off last night? Did Kookie finally message you more than a stupid emoji?” Yoongi questions as you tilt his chin to check for blemishes.

“Mmm, kind of. Yeah. We ran into each other last night and he came over. I wanted to talk to him about everything, but he was—I think work really took a toll on him and he just didn’t have the capacity to talk about everything. He ended up leaving early this morning to get ready for today, and he said he would see me here, so I guess we will see what happens,” you answer lamely.

“That sounds like some progress though, he stayed the night and everything, so why do you sound so…unconvinced that it could be a good thing?”

“Just some things he said.”

“Like what?” Yoongi doesn’t give up, pushing for details he can see you are reluctant to share, knowing he will tell you something that you don’t want to hear.

“Like, that he wasn’t sure it’s worth it to be with someone you love. And then, before he fell asleep, he apologized to me. And I don’t know what he was apologizing for, but I’m sure it’s nothing good…” Letting go of Yoongi’s chin, you almost flinch when he opens his eyes to hit you with a piercing look as he reads your body language.

“Hey, listen. Things always work out how they’re meant to, right? Look at me and Leah. Sometimes it takes time for shit to work itself out, but it always works itself out. You and Jungkook are just a little tangled right now, from so much time pulling away from each other, tightening that knot between you guys. But now it’s untangling, because you’ve stopped tugging the knot. You’re working together to figure out how to unravel, and it’s a little uncomfortable, but I wasn’t joking when I said he’s highkey in love with you, sis.”

You hate how his words are making your throat feel tight, choked up as if you’re going to cry. He turns away from you, facing the mirror so he can begin working on his hair. You silently thank him, knowing his other motive was so that he could give you privacy to answer him.

“I think I just realized how much I love him, and I—I know that everything got kind of fucked up with the SoHee texts and I just…I think I need to be prepared that his apology could’ve been a goodbye, you know? Like maybe he decided he couldn’t be with me?”

“You think he would choose her instead? Because…you think he loves you more than her and he couldn’t stand to lose you? So it would be easier to be with SoHee because he could lose her and it wouldn’t hurt as much?” Yoongi tries to piece together how you came to this conclusion. “I mean, I won’t act like people don’t make foolish decisions like that everyday, you know? I just…I don’t know, I’m Team Jungkook and You.”

This time you can’t respond; a single tear falling as the emotions of last night and your younger brother’s wedding day makes your throat feel dry. You take a few deep breaths as you add your hands to his hair, positioning strands until the feeling in your throat goes away. 

You hope that your brother is right, but that cynical part of you can’t help but to second guess it the entire time you excuse yourself to finish getting dressed in the suite’s bathroom.

The conversation with Yoongi gets set aside once you step out of the en suite, your parents now in the room and dressed, ready to take family photos. The distraction from your own love woes is nice, but you have a bit of trouble feeling the happiness of the day all the way to your core.

After you escape your mother and her earlier-than-normal nitpicking, pointing to the clock (11:27 AM) and saying it’s time for Yoongi to greet people at the venue entrance, you cross to the other wing off the main hallway where Leah is in the receiving room for bridal greetings and photos. Of the many Korean traditions at their disposal, the couple wanted to keep a small few that fit their wedding wants, and you love that they’ve made it their own. 

Taking in the decorations along the way, you realize how much effort the wedding planner and her crew have put into today, especially after seeing the transformation from yesterday afternoon to now. When you turn to walk through the archway into the bridal receiving room, you gasp as you take in the glowing bride. 

Her family surrounds her taking photos, so you wait patiently for a turn. When Leah notices you, she waves you over, a bright smile on her face.

“Welcome to the family,” you greet her, and her smile grows wider, something you didn’t think possible.

“Yes, the marriage has been registered so technically, even without the ceremony, there are no take backs!” Leah laughs from the soft chaise lounge she is seated on, and your heart squeezes as you take in the fact that they’re so sure about each other they registered early. No cold feet or regret, no risk of someone not making it to the altar. 

The room is softly lit, minimal flowers placed tastefully within the background, and it’s all so romantic, you fear you might ruin your makeup ahead of time.

“As if you could get rid of us! I, for one, am happy to have you on my side when we take on my parents.” 

You pose for a few photos, but there isn’t much time to chat as guests begin to arrive and you take your leave, letting the bride enjoy her magical day. Feeling antsy, you walk back towards the main room to choose your seat for the ceremony. There is a little less than 30 minutes until it starts, and you refuse to have someone block your view.

The crowd grows quite fast, and you watch as your mutual friends enter and sit in your row or right behind it. Taehyung and Jimin distract you from the fact that the seat right next to you, on the edge of the aisle, remains empty as the minutes tick down. It’s hard not to laugh at them sharing funny memes and TikToks of their plans for dances at the reception. When the emcee announces that there are five minutes left and for everyone to take their seats, your leg bounces nervously, skin peeking through the slit in the sage green dress Jungkook demanded you wear.

Checking your phone, the lack of notifications has you worrying your fingers, drumming the tips against your thigh. Movement catches your eye as you glance around the room, and your worry melts away as you take in the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. Jungkook’s hair is pulled back from his face to highlight his chiseled bone structure, an errant curl falling into his doe eyes that you could drown in. 

You watch as his eyes lift as he speaks, looking a little tense as he responds to someone next to him, and your eyes follow the way his arm rises to adjust a wayward strand of hair of the woman beside him. You can’t look away as Han SoHee leans into the touch, minor as it is, a smile growing as she puts her hand on Jungkook’s arm. 

Jungkook looks contemplative before he looks around, his eyes finding yours quickly. He steps away from SoHee as if he were a child caught reaching into a cookie jar before dinner, and you’re glad no one can hear the freefall your heart takes as he says something else to SoHee before walking towards you. 

You fix your face to prepare a smile, inner thoughts running wild at what you’ve just witnessed. On the one hand, your heart is broken with the realization that the person he’s choosing isn’t you, but on the other, you know it’s of your own doing. You and Jungkook have just been tangled for too long, pulling against each other, and the knots are too big and difficult to undo, despite what Yoongi said. Jungkook ducks his head as he sits, ears a blazing red, a stark contrast with the heather grey of his suit and the honey glow of his skin.

“Sorry, I was here on time, but—” his whispered excuse is lost as the emcee quiets everyone down to announce the start of the ceremony. His fingers fidget with his suit jacket until you reach over and grab his hand, stilling his movements. He squeezes your hand a few times in thanks, and you know the only thing holding you from falling apart is his large hand laced with yours in his lap.

The ceremony is just as beautiful as the glowing couple, and you all are ushered into the reception hall for a meal directly after the ceremony ends. You lead your group of friends towards the table reserved for Yoongi’s college friends (and you).       

Music softly plays as the crowd follows to any available seats, and your eyes watch SoHee as she tracks Jungkook’s movements as he sits next to you once again. SoHee sees you and gives you a small wave, seemingly unaware of where her new beau had been last night, since she greets you so friendly from across the room.

A small part of you feels vindictive, as if last night with Jungkook is your revenge for SoHee winning the proverbial ‘war’. Namjoon pulls Jungkook into conversation as soon as he sits, and the waiters begin to appear with plates of food for the seated tables almost instantly, so you busy yourself with eating to avoid the conversation you aren’t ready for with your neighbor. Not on your little brother’s wedding day. 

It’s unlike you to shovel down your food at lightning speed, but you do, excusing yourself to the bathroom for a little reprieve. When you file back into the hall, the music is a bit louder and groups of people are on the dance floor with the bride and groom, taking pictures and laughing in celebration. 

“Hey, I call dibs!” Taehyung’s baritone cuts through the room as you arrive back to the table, and following the scraping of his chair on the floor in his rush to stand, you find yourself on the dance floor as well, Taehyung’s hands on your waist as he guides you around the floor.

“You’re going to make me throw up!” you giggle as he spins you with flair, and he finally slows down to sway side to side in place after having twirled you around the room. 

“I had to show off your dress, it’s exquisite!” he explains, eyes raking your body down the length of the gown.

“Thank you, Jungkook picked it out,” you feel the need to clarify, and Taehyung hums.

“Man does have good taste, right? In women and in dresses?” 

The joke is like a stab to your chest, and you know Taehyung probably did not mean it to be; you’re sure no one knows the turn of events that transpired in the past couple of days. Thanks to your heels, you can see Jungkook in the distance, approaching over Taehyung’s shoulder, with SoHee trailing several paces behind him.

Jungkook reaches you first, asking to cut in, and Taehyung graciously hands you over to him. He pulls you into a traditional dance hold, hand to hand and arm wrapped around your back, and begins to dance you around the room, in a circuit not dissimilar to Taehyung’s. 

“I want to apologize—”

“Look, I just want to tell you—”

Both of you start speaking at the same time, an awkward laugh bubbling from your chests at such a fumbling of conversation. 

“Is it okay if I speak first?” you ask Jungkook, and you’re sure your face looks as vulnerable as you feel. He nods, as if sensing the profound nature of your words to come.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad at you the other night when I saw the text messages. I totally get why you sent me home—I would have too, and probably not paid for my taxi. It was my fault for overreacting. You and I were single at the time, and you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve been an idiot thinking we could sustain this ‘relationship’, but I know now that I was just scared.” Jungkook’s face is frozen as he lets you speak, and you continue on in earnest after taking a breath. “Yoongi getting married scared me even more, because I realized life doesn’t just stop and wait, you know? And it’s not fair to think you would just wait for me to get my shit together either.”

“I’m not sure I follow?” His face is cutely quirked in confusion, but you know you have to tuck those feelings down if you’re going to make it through all of your thoughts. You stop your movements, coming to a standstill and reaching to take both of Jungkook’s hands into yours as you look him in the eyes. You don’t have long to speak—knowing SoHee is watching the two of you and is beginning to walk over towards Jungkook now that you’ve stopped dancing—so you just spill out the contents of your bleeding heart

“I love you, and I think I have for a while. I’ve always wanted you, Jungkook. In my head, you’re mine—always have been. But I think that I’ve fucked this all up because I got in my own way. I know it might seem like I’m only confessing because you’re with someone else now, but I promise it isn’t that. I really just want you to know that I get it, I’m okay with you choosing her over me, and even if it hurts like hell, I’ll support you because even after all this, you’re still my best friend.” 

You drop his hands, smiling up at him as he blinks blankly at you, processing everything that you’ve said.

“I—uh, I’m gonna freshen up and get some air, okay?” Without waiting for a response, you let your heels carry you away from Jungkook. You can’t watch him be with her just yet. It’s too much, too fast. You barely hear him call out your name as SoHee’s voice calls out to him, and you disappear into the hallway just before the tears begin to fall. 

———Jungkook’s POV——— 5:08 AM Sunday

Jungkook can’t believe he overslept his alarm, but then again, he can. Waking up with you in his arms was too much for his heart, and he needed to clear his head. Checking his phone, he sees it’s a little past 5 AM, so the gym should be opening soon. It’s hard to let you go and leave your warm bed, but if he’s going to process everything properly, he knows he can’t do it while in your presence.  

The gym helped provide him clarity, but also tired him out. So much so that when he saw the banner notification text from SoHee apologizing for the drama yesterday, he ignored it to focus on showering and fell onto his bed once clean with the hopes of waking up after a two-hour nap, leaving him with two hours to get dressed and make it downtown, he actually ended up with one hour, oversleeping until 11 AM. 

Jungkook’s shock at the time woke him up completely as he rushed into the bathroom to brush his teeth and splash water on his face. His hair was also pushed awkwardly to one side, so he wet that too, grabbing his blow dryer to speed up the process and add some volume to his hair. 

Cursing at himself under his breath, he throws on deodorant before shrugging on his clothes from the suit bag, sage green tie going over his head last. The feel of the fabric under his rough palms reminds him of earlier this week, when he let you tie him to your bed frame and ride him. He can’t stop the thoughts of the way that you can ride, dick slightly tenting as the memory takes over him.

He knew then what you seemed to realize too late. The devotion he showed you was deeper than the ocean, because he’s in love with you. But Jungkook knows now that love means pain. His phone still shows an unread message, but he doesn’t have the energy or the time to answer it.

Shaking the mix of thoughts out of his head, a glance at the clock lights a fire under his ass as he grabs his watch and wallet. His car keys sit in the bowl next to the door, and he prays that parking downtown won’t be too bad near the venue—if he can get there in time. 

The stress of navigating traffic in the city distracts Jungkook the entire drive, and when he sees an open spot he can parallel park into one block from the wedding hall, he makes an illegal U-turn to get to the spot before anyone else. He has mere minutes to get inside—can see Yoongi disappearing back inside as the crowd is nonexistent to greet so close to the start of his wedding—so Jungkook’s defenses are down when he ascends the few steps into the hall. 

“Jungkook?” The light tug on his jacket sleeve pulls his attention and he stops, facing SoHee as she drops her hold on his suit.

“Hey, uh…you didn’t respond to my text. I’m surprised to see you alone, I figured you would be here with the girl you mentioned.”

Jungkook wants to avoid talking about you; at this moment he isn’t so sure where the two of you stand. Also, he’s pretty sure he mentioned to SoHee that her antics fucked up his relationship, but with the wedding starting in less than ten minutes and not having read her full message, he plays nice. “SoHee, I just want to say I’m sorry again. I should have just been up front with you, tell you that I wasn’t really emotionally available when Jin mentioned me taking you to the wedding.”

“It’s okay, I’ve thought about it, and I forgive you? I mean, I still like you, but I respect your relationship and would love to still be friends.”

Before he can answer, an echoing voice announces there are five minutes until the ceremony starts and asks for people to take their seats. Jungkook leads SoHee into the hall but she stops him again.

“Kookie? Does my hair look okay?”

Jungkook chokes down his irritation as he continues to play nice, hand rising to adjust SoHee’s messy waves. He tenses when she leans into his touch, and drops his hand when she smiles at him. He’s about to step away when she places a hand on his arm.

“Shall we sit?”

“Actually—” Jungkook looks across the room and spots you already watching him, and he steps out of SoHee’s reach, relief flooding his chest as he sees the seat next to you, “All of Yoongi’s college friends are sitting in the front, his sister saved my seat.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for her response as he all but sprints to your row, collapsing into the seat as his ears burn in embarrassment for being so late.  

“Sorry, I was here on time, but—” Jungkook swears he has the worst luck today as the emcee cuts him off and he can’t finish speaking to you. He feels disappointment settle into his chest as you turn away from him, a nervous energy filling him despite all of his efforts at the gym to work it all out of his system. He fiddles with a non-existent string at the edge of his coat, a nervous tick he’s had since childhood, until the warmth of your soft hand envelops his. 

He tightens his fingers around yours three times, your calm nature spreading to him as he settles into his seat, keeping your hand in his lap for the entirety of the ceremony.

Jungkook can’t help but feel like you’re avoiding him. Which is absurd, because you saved him a seat at the wedding, held his hand throughout, and now you’re in the chair next to him at the table for the reception meal. Not to mention the fact that he felt like last night meant something more to both of you. But despite all of these examples of you still interacting with him since he arrived, he feels like you’re farther away from him than ever.

He hopes to strike up an actual conversation for the first time since he’s seen you, but Namjoon grabs his attention, asking questions about a weird ingrown toenail patient he’s been dealing with at the hospital, and he gets lost in work conversation instead. 

By the time Namjoon decides to eat and stop all of the medical talk, Jungkook turns to you, but you’re about to finish your food. Jungkook glances at his plate; he’s barely taken a few bites. Just like that, you disappear to the bathroom, and he decides two can play at this game. Jungkook shovels his food into his mouth, a little uncouth for a wedding reception, but he can just tell something is off between the two of you, and he’s going to put a stop to it tonight.

When you walk back into the room, Jungkook can’t look away. You’re absolutely ethereal in your green dress, the fabric swaying softly behind you as you walk so confidently towards the dance floor. In the time Jungkook spent staring, Taehyung makes a move, yelling out that he has dibs before taking you by the hand and spinning you around the dancefloor—literally.

Jungkook thinks if he watches you twirl any more, he might start to turn green, and he’s not easily queasy, but Taehyung is more than a little buzzed at this point. He notices you two settle into a more palatable movement, but from the corner of his eye, he sees SoHee making her way towards him. 

Jungkook is not a mean guy, to be fair, he’s been a lot nicer to SoHee than she probably deserves after the incident at work, but he just hates confrontation and embarrassing others. So he makes the decision to turn and head your way, pretending he didn’t notice SoHee hot on his heels.

“May I cut in?” Jungkook asks respectfully, hand proffered as his waist bends into a slight bow. Your partner easily passes you over to him, and Jungkook wastes no time pulling you into a common dance position so that he can hold you. Stepping a little faster to the music, he creates space between your bodies and a pouting SoHee, gliding around the dance floor.

Jungkook debates internally for a few moments and decides to just go for it. He feels he owes you an apology for just bailing this morning, for the drama the night before, for a lot of things. But mostly for being a coward and not speaking up. 

“I want to apologize—”

“Look, I just want to tell you—”

Jungkook grimaces at the bumbling way you two are acting around each other as what sounds like a forced laugh falls from your lips.  

“Is it okay if I speak first?” you ask, and Jungkook nods, relinquishing the honor because the way you’re looking at him makes him feel like he should hear you out, despite wanting to speak first. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad at you the other night when I saw the text messages. I totally get why you sent me home—I would have too, and probably not paid for my taxi. It was my fault for overreacting. You and I were single at the time, and you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve been an idiot thinking we could sustain this ‘relationship’, but I know now that I was just scared.” 

He stands still, partially because he can’t believe you’re actually apologizing and he agrees with your points but also because you’ve touched on feelings. Feeling scared—in particular—is something Jungkook is very familiar with. When he remains quiet, letting you finish your thoughts, you take a deep breath and continue. 

“Yoongi getting married scared me even more, because I realized life doesn’t just stop and wait, you know? And it’s not fair to think you would just wait for me to get my shit together either.”

Now Jungkook’s confused. He doesn’t think it’s fair of you to blame yourself for all of this. Jungkook isn’t so dense that he can’t see how he contributed to the mess that’s been the weight of the world on your shoulders this week—mainly since Yoongi became engaged and knee-deep in wedding plans.

“I’m not sure I follow?” You stop the swaying movements that barely passed as dancing, and Jungkook follows suit, allowing you to take both of his hands into your own. Your gaze is piercing as if searching his soul and for the first time since you started talking, he regrets letting you speak first, sensing a change in the air surrounding you and him.  

“I love you, and I think I have for a while. I’ve always wanted you, Jungkook. In my head, you’re mine—always have been.”

Jungkook’s heart swells in his chest. He’s ecstatic for just a moment until your next words come crashing down around him.

“But I think that I’ve fucked this all up because I got in my own way. I know it might seem like I’m only confessing because you’re with someone else now, but I promise it isn’t that. I really just want you to know that I get it, I’m okay with you choosing her over me, and even if it hurts like hell, I’ll support you because even after all this, you’re still my best friend.” 

He knows he must look stupid, his brain attempting to do whatever girl-math you’ve done to get to this conclusion as you drop his hands and give him a small smile that he hates seeing on your face; it’s full of pain and so fake, it makes his insides cold.

“I—uh, I’m gonna freshen up and get some air, okay?”

Your eyes glance over his shoulder before turning away from him, but Jungkook doesn’t register that it was a warning that he’d be slowed down in following you out. It takes him much too long to remember he was supposed to get a turn to speak, his voice late in calling out to you. It doesn’t matter, though—as he speaks and takes a step, he’s halted by a hand closing around his wrist firmly, his name spoken louder by SoHee that it almost drowns out him calling out for you.

“Jungkook,” SoHee repeats, still holding Jungkook in place, and he turns to her sharply, features furrowed in distress.

“What, SoHee?” He knows his voice is harsh, but at this moment, he’s not doing a good job of regulating his emotions, and he’s a bit overwhelmed by the circumstances.

“I just, um, wanted to know if we could dance?” She gestures at the dance floor with her free hand, attempting to tug Jungkook towards the other bodies gyrating to the music. “I was just waiting for you to finish your dance with Yoongi’s sister, and thought you could save one for me? Maybe talk about everything that happened and see if there’s still chemistry between us, you know?”

Jungkook is not known to be a cruel or mean person. He is, perhaps, often too nice and avoids confrontation if possible. He really hated his outburst at work the previous day, and played nice with SoHee earlier to try and make up for it, but he thinks it’s time to be a little more blunt.

“Chemistry between us? A few hours ago you said you respected my relationship yet now you want to see if there is chemistry between us? SoHee, I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear before, but I’m not interested in dancing with you now or for the rest of the day. I don’t think there’s a future for us, and I am sorry if my being nice earlier led you on, but I really need to get some air.” Jungkook finishes by repeating your line, then pulling his wrist from her grasp. He turns to the crowd, searching in the sea of sage greens for your goddess dress, but he’s lost you. 

He ignores the way SoHee’s face morphs from grief to hatred, barely noticing her as he walks away from the edge of the dance floor in search of you. Jungkook has to step to the side to allow a group of people into the reception hall, and he tries to shake his frustration away so he can focus on finding you. Once the doorway is clear, he speed walks into the mostly empty hallway, heading towards the restrooms.

Leaning his head into the open labyrinth-style entrance of the women’s side, he calls your name hesitantly, but is met with no response. He waits a few moments, but doesn’t hear any movement inside, so he gives up, deciding to search in the Groom’s suite. 

He’s unsuccessful, the suite only holding a familiar bag that he knows is yours, but that you weren’t carrying around the ceremony or reception—you haven’t been in here since before he arrived. On a whim, he decides to head to the opposite side of the hallway towards the Bridal suite, and the sound of sniffling lets him know he’s on the right track.

Peeking into the archway of the receiving room, you’re sitting on a chaise lounge in the middle of the room towards the back wall, dabbing at your eyes with tissue paper. Jungkook had been unable to see Leah in the receiving room before the wedding due to his unintended late arrival, and he pauses a moment to take in the view.

Breathtaking. You look absolutely breathtaking to him, and he hates that he is the reason behind you looking utterly distraught and crying. Not when there’s no reason to be. He knows now, thinks he’s always had an inkling, but he’s sure at this moment that his heart is yours. 

Every hour, every minute, every second, he’s in love with you. He can’t handle hearing your tiny sniffles for another moment, wanting to soothe the ache he knows you shouldn’t be feeling right now.   

The sound of his dress shoes across the tiled-floor must’ve alerted you to his presence, because you turn to him with a scandalized look, eyes locking with his as your lips frown into a grimace and you dab at the apples of your cheeks with the back of your hand, forgetting the tissue.

“What—” you clear your throat, “what are you doing in here? Why aren’t you dancing with your girlfriend?”

Jungkook’s heart squeezes. He wants to flick you on the forehead and wrap you up in his arms.

“Kind of hard when the person who I want to be my girlfriend is busy crying in a room by herself,” he can’t help the hints of mirth that weave through his words; you just look so sad and he knows you needn’t be…it’s a little funny. Especially when he gets to watch your mouth open and shut like a fish gasping for water.

He approaches you, and he’s aware he’s using techniques from his job in his approach. Hands open and palms facing you to show he’s not a threat so he can gently enter your space. He assumes it works, since you just watch with wide eyes as he sits next to you on the chaise.

“Please stop crying, baby.” Jungkook doesn’t know what to do when you cry, and he feels a little helpless after you took care of him so well last night when the situations were reversed. “You know you walked away before giving me my turn to talk. It could’ve cleared a lot of things up.” He can’t help but reach to smooth your hair down, bringing his palm to your cheek afterwards. You lean into his touch, and he softens even more, voice soothing as he scoots closer.

“Explain.” You utter just that one word, but your eyes glimmer with hope and he knows everything will be okay.

“I love you. I can admit it to you, to everyone, now. I don’t know why you think SoHee is my girlfriend, but I can assure you that I would not lose myself in you just last night to turn around and date someone else less than 24 hours later.” Jungkook fixes a playful glare at you for thinking he could do such a thing, and you have the wherewithal to look properly chastised.

“I know you said you were scared, and I think—I know—that I was scared too. I worried that I was too young for you, that you wanted things different from what I wanted, but I was stupid. And you were stupid, too. I think that’s what happens when feelings are involved, you know?”

He notices your eyes water again when he calls you stupid, so he reaches for you, but you slide across the couch out of his range with arms crossed.

“But what about SoHee? You arrived with her, and she’s been following you around like a bitch in heat practically the whole time.”

“SoHee isn’t—” Jungkook sighs. “Look. Several months ago, SoHee expressed an interest in me, and at the time, I thought she was hot and we kissed. We texted for a bit, but that fell off because…well, I didn’t want anyone else. I only want you.”

When you still haven’t stopped the tears, he groans impishly.

“Stop crying, will you? I’m here confessing that I want to be with you, that I want the wedding and the kids and the white picket fence, and you’re like a leaky faucet.”

His jokes work and make you giggle wetly, before you lightly punch his shoulder.

“I don’t even know if I actually want those things, though! Society and my mom just made me feel like I needed to have them…I’m still a child,” you laugh, but Jungkook knows all too well how age feels like a fake concept and that neither of you feels like a real adult, but he notices you lumped everything he mentioned together. Jungkook holds your shoulders so you look at him seriously.

“But do you want to be with me?” he asks the only question that truly matters to him; it seems being blunt is the best thing for handling all of the miscommunication lately.  

“Yes.” 

“Then, the rest we can figure out later. We have the rest of our lives to figure it out. I just need you.”

The words remind Jungkook of last night, when you asked him what he needed, and he can’t help but remember how willingly you gave yourself to him, and he feels his slacks grow a bit tighter as he stares at you. Your eyes appear to dilate as you process his words, and Jungkook has a feeling you remember it, too.

———READER POV ———present

Hearing Jungkook tell you that he needs you calls to a baser desire within you. Flashbacks of his neediness flit through your mind. You know he remembers, too; one glance at his lap shows you that this feeling is mutual. 

When Jungkook smirks at you, his hand reaching for your waist, you stand abruptly and back up towards the wall. He stands and follows you like prey.

“Don’t you get any ideas, mister! People are right down the hall!”

“So? I seem to remember you doing a lot of things with me while our friends were right outside your apartment door just this week. Not to mention the time we got caught by Seokjin—”  

You slap your hand over his mouth.

“Exactly, don’t mention it,” you remind him with a glare. He flicks his tongue out and licks your palm. You drop your hand, feigning disgust, but it's all the distraction Jungkook needs. He’s on you in seconds, mouth seeking yours as he kisses your neck and moves in quick succession up your chin until he swallows your protests. 

He pulls away from the kiss, and you chase his lips, eyes still closed from the ambush, but you open them when he doesn’t return his mouth to you.

“Why’d you stop?” you ask with a pout.

Jungkook chuckles cutely. “Because you were telling me no! Consent is very important to me.”

You fist his tie, pulling him back to you, though it doesn’t take much strength. “Shut up and kiss me.”

“If you’re ready, and if you’ll let me,” he teases, then he’s kissing you softly, hands resting at your hips as he presses himself into you. You can feel how hard he is, straining against his pants, and you mewl with want. 

His kiss muffles the sound, but he can feel your anticipation in the way your hands wrap around him to pull him even closer. Jungkook’s hand slips from your waist towards the slit in your dress, and his fingers waste no time trailing the edges of your thong, waiting for you to grant him permission by widening your stance for him. 

When you do, he smiles into the kiss, tongue clashing with yours as he takes two fingers and rubs them along your clothed slit, his fingers dampening as he begins languid circles. Your breath hitches as he pulls away from the kiss, his lips dropping to your neck with a chuckle.

“You like that?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but you nod fervently with a throaty moan as you try to keep quiet. Jungkook nips at your skin in warning.

“Uh-uh, baby, use your words.”

“Yes,” you gasp out as he delivers a particularly keen and well-placed pressure to your clit.

The pleasure sears through your body, a heightening that has your toes curling as your hands grasping at his strands to pull his lips back to yours.

“Want you inside me, can’t wait,” you plead as your lips graze his before diving back into a sloppy kiss. Not wanting Jungkook to stop touching you, you reach for his slacks, fingers making quick work to unbutton and then unzip them. Pressing your palms into his skin, you slide your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and adjust them until the band sits under his hardened member and heavy sack. 

You stroke the satin skin of his shaft, but he doesn’t need much to reach his full potential now that he’s been unsheathed. He begins a frantic movement to pull up the skirt of your dress; luckily, the slit aids in allowing a wider range of motion and ease to pull your panties to the side. It doesn’t take more than a bend of the knees and your guiding hand for him to sheathe himself inside of you, and he lifts you up against the wall as he reaches full height once again. 

You’re wet, dripping from your entrance from the way he teased your clit, but it did nothing to prepare you for the stretch and burn of his cock as it splits you open. Thankfully, the bass from a popular early 2000’s club song covers the heaving gasp you release as he buries his groan into your skin.

He feels good—too good, as the head of his cock presses against your g-spot, but he isn’t moving yet. As he adjusts and rests his forehead on yours, you clench around him involuntarily and he lets out a whine from his throat. 

“So tight, you can’t do that…” 

“You’re close already? Me too,” you pant, and you feel your walls flutter again.

“Princess, please,” Jungkook begs you to stop squeezing him, but you can’t. It’s out of your control, and hearing the pet name doesn’t help much as you feel Jungkook slide in deeper the tiniest bit as your natural lubricant allows him to slip further.

“Jungkook, please, just fuck me.” You can see it in his eyes that he wants to, but the noise of the wedding reception causes him to freeze.

“I will, baby, but I gotta hear you say it.”

“Say what?” you sound irritated even to your own ears—you know that you’re being a needy little brat, but you just want to feel him move. 

“How you feel about me,” he grunts out as he adjusts your bodies against the wall, and you realize what he’s searching for. What he actually needs.

“I love you, Jungkook, and you’re mine. Only mine. Now fuck me like only my boyfriend can, or so help me g—!”

Jungkook cants his hips back and thrusts up into you, moving at a sinful pace, his mouth mashed against yours as if you’re the very life force he needs to survive. Each thrust rubs his mushroom tip against the sensitive patch inside of you and you feel the tingling starting in your outer extremities. You place a hand on the back of his neck as the other delves into his hair and tugs as you reach your peak, clinging to him as he pounds you into the wall, searching for his own release buried deep within you.

“C’mon baby, cum for me, Jungkook, wanna feel you fill me up,” you encourage him, legs shaking as he fucks you through your comedown. “Right here, where anyone can see, show them who this pussy belongs to,” your lips graze his ear as you whisper naughty-nothings, and he cums with a melodic groan, spurts of cum filling you as he holds you tightly against him. 

Due to your legs feeling weak and tingly, Jungkook helps move you from the wall to the chaise lounge as he helps to adjust your thong and dress back in place. He makes quick work of tucking himself back into his slacks, followed by tucking in his shirt, before joining you on the wide seat. 

You don’t want to be too far away from him, though. A neediness to feel his skin on yours has you scooting closer, throwing your legs atop his thighs. Jungkook, so attuned to your wants, wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. He shares a bit more about SoHee after you ask, wanting to know the full picture of what to expect when you finally go public with your relationship.

His tattooed hand cups your cheek, brushing loose tendrils of hair from the apple of your cheek.

“Would it be rude to barge into Yoongi’s reception and announce that we’re together finally?”

You feign deep thought, tapping your finger to your chin with a contemplative expression on your face. “Yes, I think that would be rude, but maybe if we don’t barge in, just simply walk in holding hands, kiss a little, you know, the subtle things that show people we’re taken.”

His hand drifts lower to where he’s left a mark on your skin.

“I think this speaks volumes. Not to mention us disappearing for nearly a half hour…” 

You hum an agreement, hands gently guiding his face to yours for another kiss.

“Jungkook? Are you here? Yoongi and Leah are about to leave—” The feminine voice sounds slightly concerned, and irritation blossoms in your chest as you instantly recognize it. Jungkook tenses under your hands, a grimace appearing as he pulls back from your lips apologetically. 

Over Jungkook’s shoulder, you see SoHee standing in the archway, face blank, as she stares at the two of you. You can see the moment she realizes what’s going on, and you feel a little fire growing from the irritation. Sitting up straight, you place your feet on the ground and stand, extending a hand to Jungkook so he can get up as well.

“My brother is getting ready to leave? We should get back then for the send-off.” You hope that SoHee will stand down and allow you and Jungkook to head back to the reception hall without any drama, but you realize quickly that it’s just a pipe dream as you approach the archway.

“Wait, you and Jungkook are together?” SoHee blinks rapidly before turning to Jungkook. “This is who you turned me down for? Isn’t she old enough to be your mom?” The sneer in her tone is apparent.

Jungkook begins to speak, standing up for you and his relationship, and while you appreciate it, and later will reward him for being so sweet, you think that the best way to deal with a bully is to bully them back. Because, let’s be real. She isn’t stupid; SoHee knows you’re only a few years older than she is, which is also older than Jungkook.  

After hearing how she’s behaved the past couple of days, you’re sure she’s hurt. The problem is, you don’t care. Your own insecurity rears its head, and your arm is pulled back with a fist ready to punch the mocking hatred from SoHee’s insolent face. But Jungkook, trained in handling situations like this with patients at the hospital, wraps an arm around your waist as the other arm catches your punching hand.

“Whoa there, princess, I don’t want an ER trip to get a cast for your hand.”

“Please, like this old hag could hurt me.”

“What’s your fucking problem? Jungkook, let me go!”

SoHee’s smirking as you struggle in Jungkook’s hold, but you triumph when he acquiesces and lets you go. The smirk on her face is knocked sideways when your fist connects with her cheek, the resounding skin-on-skin strike sends her stepping sideways, off-kilter as she stumbles into the wall. 

Gobsmacked, literally and figuratively, SoHee clutches at her face as you stomp past her in your heels, Jungkook following after you.

“Dammit, I think I broke my hand,” you whisper-whine loudly to him as you approach the reception hall. You cradle your hand gingerly, but Jungkook pulls your arm so he can inspect it. 

“Aish, we’ll go to the ER after the send-off, I can see your pinky and ring fingers starting to swell.” 

Jungkook guides you into the line of friends and family, embracing you from behind with a kiss to the top of your hair, and as Yoongi and Leah dance their way down the line to exit, your brother catches your eye, and his smile grows infinitesimally. 

‘Told you!’ he mouths, and you just smile and nod before turning to kiss Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook looks down at you, eyes sparkling with the stars in the universe as he kisses you softly, and even the pain from your hand fades. 

In the ER, Jungkook stands next to you, holding your uninjured hand while your mom sits in the chair completing the last of the paperwork for you, your dad standing next to her.

“I know this isn’t how I wanted to meet you as your daughter's boyfriend, but I guess it’s as good a time as any?”

You hold back a laugh, but your mom catches your smile. She sighs out your name, ignoring Jungkook’s attempt at humor.

“How is it that we go from celebrating your brother’s marriage to sitting in the hospital for you to get a cast for a broken hand?”

You make eye contact with Jungkook, and this time, you do laugh, unable to hold it in. He helps you off the patient table, a small purple cast wrapped around your palm and wrist.

“Honey, it’s fine. I’m just glad to finally meet Jungkook.” Your dad manages your mom well, and you are grateful for that fact as she settles down, frown falling from her face. Jungkook steps forward and shakes your dad’s hand before smiling at your mom, and you grumble a little as she melts under his gaze.

“Yes, Jungkook, thank you for taking such good care of our daughter.” 

If your brother had been there, you know he, too, would have his jaw on the floor. 

“Of course! I don’t think I can live without her, to be honest. It would be fighting a losing battle.”

“Just make sure you treat her right,” your dad says gruffly, before lowering his voice in jest, “and teach her how to properly throw a punch, please.”

Jungkook turns to look at you as you trail your mom and her clipboard towards the nurses’ desk for discharge.

“I promise to love your daughter right, seven days a week.”

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Ok I have had this thought for days and it will not go away so I must share it with you lol. What about shy wife of lumberjack Henry bc he has taught her everything sexual having to explain to her why she is wet down there when she doesn't understand?

Why Am I wet?

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Reader

summary: (request says all) (Drabble)

Disclaimer: 18+ / Lumberjack!Henry Masterlist

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“H-Hen?!” Y/n gasped pulling her hands from her underwear, seeing her hand start to glisten from the wetness. “Yes sugar pie what’s wrong-“ Henry shouted worried, his loud footfalls thudding into his girlfriend’s as he saw her sitting there in shock. Having been dating for two weeks now, it had become a regular thing that Y/n would sneak over her older boyfriend every time her grandparents were out of town. “W-why are my private parts leaking s-so much”

She whimpered kneeling on the bed, her panties pulled just enough to cage her thighs together, her fingers stringed with her own wetness. “Awh baby, were ya playin’ with yourself?” He teased cooing as he sat down beside her, taking her hand and sucking each of her fingers clean, “So sweet honey, must be all the sweets ya eat” He smirked watching her mouth fall agape, her lips quivering as they tried to hold in a smile.

“I-I was feelin’ the tingles so I kept itchin’ until it went a-away but I didn’t mean ta-“ She rushed out pouting as he dried her hand off with a shirt from the floor, his blue orbs watching how she seemed so panicked and embarrassed. “Do ya know what made ya feel all tingly sugar?” He asked quirking a brow and pulling her panties back on even though he hated the damn things so much, moving her to straddle his lap, her hands fiddling with the hem of his vest as she struggled to get the words out.

“Come on, no need to be shy”

“Ya won’t laugh at me will ya?” She asked peeking up at him, his fingers tucking loose bits of hair back, even taking off her earrings for her because he knew she’d be going to bed soon; she always complained of sore ears after sleeping with earrings in. “Ah won’t sugar pie”

“T-the kissy ya gave m-me a-after dinner” She whispered shuffling further into his lap, her lips pursed together as Henry did nothing but smirk at his girl on his lap; she was a sucker for his kissies. This one happened once they were both cuddled in her bed, small enough to a point where she practically had to be on top of him so they would fit. It started off with him rubbing her back hoping she could catch a small nap after they had spent the whole day running about town. When all of a sudden she had lifted her head and squished his face with her hands, forcing his lips to a pout so she could peck them.

Within seconds her tongue had poked through his lips allowing him to suck on it, tasting the strawberry sucker she had just a half hour ago, the both of them engaging in a tongue filled kiss; which lasted a good 20 minutes. Until of course he felt the need to clean the dishes downstairs, telling his woman to head on up to sleep and he’d come up to cuddle her soon.

“My sugar pie, ya just made yourself cum, from kissies” He taunted nuzzling his nose against hers, hearing her whimper and nudge closer to him, wanting to feel more and more of him on her body. In fact Henry could practically feel her pussy pulsing on his lap, poor thing was going rapid. “I-it’s so embarrassing m’sorry, i-i’ll go clean up” She muttered lifting herself off his lap, quickly grabbing her purple towel and locking herself in the en suite. She felt absolutely humiliated, her first proper proper boyfriend and she had basically masturbated without knowing, to their own kiss.

“Sugar butt, open up, I didn’t laugh like I said” He said gruffly twisting the brass doorknob until he heard her shower start running, along with the door lock clicking open. “I-I know but I jus’ wanna shower n-n’ get rid of it” She squeaked pointing to the wet spot on her panties, her eyes widening when Henry picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter; his hands ripping the flimsy lace to bits, it’s residue scattered on the marble tiles.

“No. I’m gonna clean ya up, I caused it didn’t I?”

“N-no you don’t havta if i-it’s w-weird”

“How’d it happen again? A kiss? Like this?”

He smirked widening her legs, placing an open mouth kiss right onto her clit, sucking on it slightly before pulling away; her juices stringing his lips to her honey centre. “A-ah you-you just kissed my-“

“Yours? Is this yours baby?” He hummed kissing her folds, his tongue running through them, slurping up the remnants of her cum; moaning against her to send jolts up her spine. Without even letting her reply he had placed practically hundreds of tiny kissies onto her second set of lips, kissing them as if they were her actual lips. His tongue leaving no place untouched as he sorted through her folds, occasionally prodding at her bulging clit every so often.

“n-no s’yours” She whimpered feeling his lips leave her pussy, latching onto him as he carried her onto the bench in her shower, the shower head held tightly in his hand as he motioned for her to widen her legs again.

“W-wait this- won’t i-it be sore?” She said holding his hand back looking up at him, his chin covered in her juices as he just smirked and leaned down kissing her lips, feeling her moan once she tasted herself on his tongue: she did taste sweet. “Ya trust me don’t ya bunbun? Wan’ wash her for ya, my princess deserves all the treatment” He smirked, nodding along with her.

His hands holding one of her thighs as he slowly directed the shower head right onto her pussy, her body shivering at the hard water pressure rushing through her folds. “A-ahh” She sighed feeling relieved and both excited by the pleasure she was feeling, both her hands grabbing onto Henry’s forearms for stability, with him leaning forward and kissing her forehead affectionately.

This went on for a good 5 minutes before he finally turned the shower off, “all fresh n’ clean babydoll, feels n’ smells as fresh as a daisy” He whispered patting her dry with her towel, taking extra care knowing how sensitive she was.

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[sitkowski]

now that you're mine ( nick folio x nicholas ruffilo )

pairing: nicholas ruffilio x nick folio cw: none. new boyfriends, first kisses, much fluff. word count: 575 author's note: last day of work this week, one of two more bits of softness (the other one will be up in a few hours!) for you before i disappear for the weekend for kinktober stuff. title comes from "slide away" by oasis. i hope that you've all enjoyed these little bits of seratonin i've been giving myself all week. divider by @saradika-graphics ✨

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It’s nearly two am when they have to call it a night and find a motel. Matt pulls the van into the first parking lot with the neon ‘vacancy’ sign lit up, and goes inside to get keys. Nicholas is half asleep in the very back, Folio’s head tucked up under his chin. It takes him a few minutes to wake him and get the doors open, letting in the cold night air. Noah and Jolly get out to check the trailer, and when Matt comes back, he’s got three keys.

“They’ve only got three singles. Double up.” He says tiredly, passing one to Jolly and one to Folio, and keeping one for himself.

Nicholas usually rooms with Noah, but things have changed. He lets Folio pull him along to the room they’ll be sharing after they all grab their bags and lock up the van, and head inside. The room isn’t much warmer than it is outside, and Nicholas immediately goes to turn up the heat.

“Do you want the first shower?” he asks.

“Yeah, thanks.”

The room warms up enough by the time he returns, and the bathroom is even warmer when Nicholas goes in. He stands there for a few minutes beneath the spray, just letting the heat of the water sink into him. Once he’s dressed in warm clothes, he shuffles back out into the main room. Folio’s already got the lights off, just the glow of his phone screen illuminating his face. When he sees Nicholas, he flips back the blankets for him to get into the bed beside him.

Sleeping in the same bed, that isn’t new for them. The feelings attached now, that’s new. They’d gone out on a few dates, but so far that was all they’d managed. Nicholas isn’t disappointed, he likes the pace they’re going with right now, even if he wants more. He pulls the blankets up around his shoulders and Folio sets aside his phone, plunging the room into darkness. Reaching over, he pushes Nicholas’ damp hair behind his ear, tapping his thumb against the edge of his ear in a teasing manner.

He leans in and kisses him, and Nicholas melts into the bed. Folio kisses him, over and over, before finally pulling back to drag his thumb over his bottom lip. “This okay?”

Nicholas can’t find the single word he needs, so he just nods. Smiling wide enough that his dimples show, Folio cradles his head in his hands and kisses him again, longer this time. Beneath the blankets, Nicholas grasps the front of Folio’s shirt in his hands, letting him take the lead here. It doesn’t appear that he’s in any kind of rush through, and Nicholas likes that. He pulls the blankets up even further, until they’re nearly buried between them.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you forever.” Folio admits softly in the dark.

Nicholas sighs and presses his forehead against his. “You can’t say shit like that to me and expect me to have a normal reaction.”

“I didn’t say it for a normal reaction, Nicky,” Nicholas can practically hear the smirk in his voice, but he’s too tired to do anything about it. “But we’ve gotta be up in like six hours—”

“God, don’t remind me!”

“So you and I will discuss this more at length, once we’re home?”

Nicholas tilts his head back and kisses him, one more time just to say goodnight. “Count on it.”

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SYNOPSIS You love your husband more than anything, but you can forget about a good night’s sleep.

Pairing: Han x gn!reader Genre: fluff, established relationship Warnings: Jisung-induced insomnia Word Count: <1k

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Ever since the moment Han Jisung had happily skipped into your life, your time, spirit, and trust all became his, and that hasn’t changed even after you both got married two months ago. You both are inseparable, and you always cherish the comfort of knowing that even when you drift off into your dreams, Jisung is by your side. And you love Jisung more than anything, but you can absolutely forget about getting a good night’s sleep.

Jisung has always been a clingy lover, pouting adorably until you oblige him and he gets his way. Bedtime is his designated cuddle time, when he changes into his favorite Mickey Mouse pajamas and brings out his fluffiest comforter, excited like a little kid. In general, as soon as your head hits the pillow, you fall asleep, but Jisung shuffles and turns around one hundred times before he gets comfortable. And his final position is directly on top of you, his entire body covering and nearly smothering you.

At first, it was cute, just like everything else about Jisung, but lately, it’s become a burden, especially when you are trying to sleep in preparation for an early morning. More often than not, you find yourself waking up at irregular times, trying to wrestle Jisung’s surprisingly heavy arms off of you. And this is one of those nights.

Earlier, you had come home to Jisung’s attempt at dinner. After scraping the burned noodles out of the pot while giggling together, you both just decided to order a pizza. You ate together on the couch, a Disney movie playing in the background while Jisung animatedly told you about his day and you listened to him with a loving smile on your lips. And then it was time to clean up, which Jisung insisted on doing after he ushered you into the bathroom to take a nice shower. It was truly the perfect end to a long day at work, and you were praying that Jisung would be merciful in his sleep as well.

Unfortunately, your husband is a human koala bear, so of course that would be out of the question. As soon as you got onto your bed, he dove in after you, nestling his face in your neck and circling his arms around your body. So here you are now, hours later but not a wink of sleep achieved. After an exhausting struggle to wrestle his legs off of your waist, you sat up, blearily glancing at the clock on your bedside table. 2:49 AM. The red numbers on the digital clock blare out at you tauntingly, poking at your predicament.

You groan in frustration, becoming increasingly annoyed as you stare down at Jisung’s serene sleeping expression. He snores lightly, and his face is slightly puffed out from the sleep he gets to enjoy. Usually, you would roll your eyes and slump over, grumbling to yourself, but not now.

“Jisung.”

He doesn’t move.

“Han Jisung, wake up.”

Jisung sighs gently and is quiet once more, undisturbed. Furious, you take your pillow in a rage and bring it down hard onto Han’s stomach. “WAKE UP!”

“Ahh!” His eyes fly open as he yelps in shock upon the evil impact of your pillow. He immediately runs his arms over his body, sniffling dramatically as soothes himself. “What was that for?”

“I can’t sleep because of you, Jisung. You always suffocate me and I can’t deal with it anymore!” You rub your forehead, feeling a pounding headache coming on.

Jisung’s eyes are wide with shame and the tips of his ears have turned a bright red. “I- I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. Do you want me to sleep somewhere else?”

Immediately, your heart softens, because Jisung is just too precious to stay angry at. As you gaze at your husband’s sad disposition, you feel the guilt tugging at your heart for yelling at him. “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve talked to you about it.”

You reach over and pull him into your arms securely, resting Jisung’s head on your chest and leaning back into the bed. “How about this? I’ll be the big spoon from now on, okay?”

Jisung nods, snuggling closer to you. “Okay.”

You exhale in contentment and relief, now that you can control Jisung better in his sleep. Eyes closed, you breathe in the sweet scent of the coconut and jasmine shampoo that he steals from you. In turn, Jisung smiles against your skin as you kiss the top of his head, not minding being trapped in your embrace.

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Hannie.”

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Wicked Games 2

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Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

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You’re not ready but you have to be. The taxi ride doesn’t give you much time to get yourself together. You tip the driver and thank them before you get out to face the music.

The red brick building lures you back to reality. You barely get a step into the apartment before your name rings out. Barrett appears at the end of the hall and you shut the door.

You sigh and hang up your keys and purse. You keep your phone in your hand and face him. 

“Hey, I called work. Let them know I’d be starting late.” He sways at the threshold to the front room. He’s nervous, maybe even guilty. You ignore that tickle in the back of your head. 

You’re silent as you veer into the kitchen. He follows and looms behind you. He teeters in the doorway as you put your phone on the counter. You focus on making another coffee. 

“Are you feeling okay? You look tired.” He’s pandering just like he always does after a fight. He won’t apologise, he’ll just act like a dog with its tail between its legs. 

“Yeah, I’m tired. Exhausted. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to wash my mug out.” 

You open the cupboard and take out a cup. He sniffs. “Honey, please, I swear, it wasn’t about the mug. I’m stressed and I miss you--” 

“So, you call me lazy? You yell at me?” You slam down the lid of the machine. The surge of anger quickly swells and erases the night already washed away with the vodka. “I told you, if you ever yell at me--” 

“I know, I know. It won’t happen again. I was emotional. I was stupid. I don’t know why I started it all. Really. I think...” he shakes his head and drops his chin. He looks up at you shyly and gives a sad smile. “I miss you. I guess having you mad at me is better than you ignoring me so--” 

“I wasn’t ignoring you. I asked for five minutes to change and you wouldn’t get off my back.” 

“Yeah.” He rubs his cheek and mopes. He stares at you and you stare back. You wait. The air roils between you as he thinks. You see the frantic glimmer in his eyes. “Oh, uh... I’m sorry?” 

“Are you apologising or are you just saying what I want to hear?” You challenge. 

“No, I’m sorry,” he says more firmly. 

“For?”  

His brows furrow and his lips part. “For... uh... babe... you know... what I did.” 

The machine quits grinding and you throw your hands up. You turn around and pour yourself a cup. You inhale the scent and it eases the hangover thumping in your skull. 

“Just go to work.” 

“Babe--” 

“Take some coffee, I don’t care,” you swipe up your phone and shuffle toward the other door. “But go. We need space.” 

He doesn’t speak until you reach the doorway, “I’m trying.” 

You don’t respond. You go to the bedroom and shut the door. You need a shower and sleep. You want to wash off yesterday and forget it all.  

You can hear Barrett in the kitchen. Your phone vibrates and you check the screen. You expect a call-in but find a text instead. It’s from a strange number. The message makes your heart skip. 

‘Last night was amazing. Would love to see you again. Let me know when’s good for you.’ 

Your hand shakes and you gape at the text. You tap your thumb to expand the options and hit the center; ‘block’. Last night did not happen. You put your coffee on the nightstand and chew your lip. 

As soon as the message swooshes away, another flies in. It’s Wendy; ‘hey, you good? You left before I woke up.’ 

Your blood slows and your head pulses. You have to sit down. You grimace at your phone. She doesn’t remember either. She has no idea you didn’t go back to her place. Good. That means it can all stay forgotten. 

You press reply and steady the phone with both hands. ‘Sorry, had to get back. Barrett called. Thanks for the night out.’ 

You hit send. As soon as your fingertips touches the screen, your stomach flips. You throw your phone on the bed and race to the door. You swing it open and scurry into the bathroom.

You hurl into the toilet as your husband calls from the kitchen, “babe? Everything okay? Want to me to stay home and take care of you?” 

You groan and lean your head on your arm. You heave and swallow back another wave of nausea.

“Just go!” You snarl back. 

Maybe it’s what he did. Maybe it’s what you can’t remember you did but you need him gone. You just need a chance to get your head straight and figure it all out.  Not just what happened or didn’t happen, but what’s going to happen next.

You can’t keep doing this with Barrett. This is the last fight you’re having about a goddamn dish.