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drunken confessions
Theodore Nott x FemRavenclaw!Reader
Summary: Theo drinks a little bit more than he should....
Warnings: Drinking, No use of Y/N, Only mentions being in Ravenclaw once, and very cute???
Word Count: 1.6K
Note: Long time no see, my loves! I took a really long hiatus abruptly because life was kicking my ass badly. I decided that my first fic back should be a Theo fluff because who would I be if I didn't give this boy all of my attention? I hope you guys all enjoy it.
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Music boomed through the Slytherin common room as you tried to navigate the sweaty bodies and screaming teens. You were trying to find Theodore, the person who had invited you. It was a celebratory party for Slytherin winning the quidditch game against Hufflepuff. You were in the Ravenclaw house but are good friends with many people in Slytherin.
"Oy," Draco pulled you to the side, "Looking for Theo?"
"Yeah, you've seen him?" you asked, gripping his arm so no one could separate you both. Draco nodded, pulling you to a separate room where Pansy, Daphne, Blaise, Enzo, Mattheo, and Theo sat.
"Finally, you're here." Daphne pulled you in for a hug, whispering in your ear, "Drunk pants over there have been asking about you for the past hour."
You glanced over at Theo, who was very drunk. "He never drinks this much." You whispered back to Daphne. She shrugged. "He caught the stitch. Winner of the game tonight."
You nodded, walking over to Theo and sitting next to him. He immediately grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist. "I've been waiting for you all night," Theo said, speaking slowly so his words didn't get slurred.
"I'm sorry. Why'd you drink so much without me?" You asked, tapping softly on his wrist. "I didn't mean to." Theo said, "Won the game, so people had given me a bunch of drinks."
You nodded, allowing Theo to go back to being the life of the party. Enzo sat down next to you, to keep you company as the party continued.
"So, what's your excuse for not being at the game tonight?" Enzo asked.
"That project for Transfiguration. My partner is an idiot who waited last minute to do his part, so I had to help him. I feel bad for missing it." You said, taking a sip of your water.
"Theo was upset that you weren't there. Probably what motivated him to win the game. That boy is obsessed with you," Enzo said, nudging you. You cleared your throat, feeling a sudden sense of nervousness. "We're just friends, Enzo."
"For now." Enzo wiggled his eyebrows. You laughed at him, rolling your eyes.
Did you like Theo? Yeah, but you didn't think he would like you back. He had a lot of girls on him and he could choose any of them. You were so wrapped in your mind and your conversation that you didn't notice that Theo had wandered off until you heard your name being called.
"Take Theo back to his dorm, please!" Blaise pleaded as he and Mattheo held a nearly blacked-out Theo up. You hopped up, grabbing Theo from them.
"Oh, hey, pretty girl." Theo drunkenly grinned at you. You smiled back. "You should've stopped drinking, Teddy."
"Really should've." Mattheo agreed. "You know where his dorm is. Don't worry about cleaning up down here, we got it."
You nodded, saying your goodbyes to everyone before walking upstairs to Theo's room.
"Pretty girl." Theo dragged out the pet name. "Your hair is so soft."
"Thanks, Teddy." You opened the door to his room, switched on the lights, and put him on the bed.
"Come on, let's get you in pajamas." You tapped his nose lightly, making him smile at you.
"You're so pretty, pretty girl. That's why I call you 'pretty girl' because you're so fucking pretty. Sometimes I think you're otherworldly because of it," Theo gushed, falling back on his bed. You felt your heartbeat pick up as the compliments flowed from Theo's mouth.
"Thank you, Theo. Here, put this shirt on." You handed the shirt to Theo, who shook his head no. "I like to be shirtless."
Theo pulled his shirt over his head and threw it in the hamper. You tried your best not to stare at his chest before handing him a pair of pants.
"You're taking good care of me, pretty girl. I wish you could always take care of me. Merlin, I love you so much." Theo spoke again. You felt your eyes widen as you looked at him. "What?" You said softly.
"I love you like I'm so in love with you. I just want to be with you all the time." Theo continued. You cleared your throat, pushing him under the covers. Theo was clearly saying anything to you because he was drunk. If Pansy or Daphne were here, he would probably say the same thing. You forced yourself to repeat that to yourself repeatedly so you could believe it.
"Get some sleep, Theo, goodnight." You switched off his light as you swung his door open. "Goodnight, my pretty girl. I love you." Theo said.
You quickly shut the door, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. You didn't know how to interpret what had just happened. Theo admitted to being in love with you. Or did he? He was drunk, so he probably wasn't serious. Yeah, he was drunk. You took a deep breath before making your way back downstairs.
Mattheo saw you hurry down the stairs and raised his eyebrow at you, "You good? Is Theo okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine. I'm just gonna go back to my dorm," You said. Mattheo eyed you, "What happened?"
"What? Why would anything happen?" You asked, diverting your eyes anywhere but to Mattheo's.
"..."
You sighed, glancing down at your feet, "Theo said he was in love with me."
The room froze as everyone turned their heads to look at you. Suddenly, you felt tiny. "What? Why are you guys staring at me like that?" You asked.
"Nothing! It's just...." Daphne glanced at everyone, "We didn't expect Theo to confess that when he was drunk."
"Yeah, I had galleons on an angry confession followed by an angry, passionate kiss," Draco said, causing Pansy to hit him in the arm.
You blinked. Confess? Confess as in.... he's been holding this in for a long time?
"Wait, so he's telling the truth, and you all knew it?" You asked. Everyone made noises in agreement.
"I mean, everyone can see how head over heels he is for you. You were the only one denying it." Blaise said. Your face felt hot, and you shook your head, "I'm going to my dorm."
Everyone laughed, bidding you goodbye.
Theo woke up the next day with a terrible headache.
"Ahh, there's our champion." Blaise's teasing voice caused Theo to groan.
"Why would I ever drink that much?" Theo asked, mainly to himself. Enzo laughed, setting a cup of water and some medicine on Theo's bedside. "I don't know, but it was quite entertaining to see you get taken care of by your pretty girl." Enzo's voice was teasing and light.
Theo's face immediately heated at the idea of acting like a fool in front of you. "Did I do something stupid in front of her?"
Blaise and Enzo shared a look before shrugging. Theo looked at both of them. "What? What did I do? Oh, Merlin, tell me I didn't embarrass myself."
"I wouldn't say you embarrassed yourself," Blaise said.
"But sober Theo definitely wouldn't have confessed to her that he's in love with her," Enzo said.
It took Theo a moment to realize what Enzo had said before his face turned completely red in shame and embarrassment.
"I told her I was in love with her?" Theo groaned loudly. That was not how he pictured confessing to you. Well, he never pictured confessing his feelings to you because he was scared and had no intentions of doing it.
"It's a good thing, don't you think? I mean, she finally knows." Blaise said, "Although she might need some convincing because she thinks you only said it because you were drunk and probably didn't mean it."
Theo hopped out of his bed, finding the nearest t-shirt before slipping on his shoes. He had already confessed how he felt and if it's already out there, there's no point in hiding it.
Theo spirited to your dorm, not muttering a good morning to anyone as he pushed past them. Finally, he got to your dorm and banged on it until he heard your feet shuffling.
"Teddy?" You asked groggily before focusing your eyes on the out-of-breath and frizzled Theo in front of you, "What the hell happened to you?"
"I meant it."
"What?"
There was silence between you two. He knew you knew what he was talking about, so it didn't take long for realization to take over your face.
"I meant it." Theo repeated himself, "Every word I said last night while I was sloppy drunk was true."
"I have been trying to work up the courage to say something about it for the last year or so. Granted, I didn't think it would be while I was drunk."
"How long?" You tilted your head to the side, with a hint of amusement gracing your face.
Theo's face flushed pink, as he knew you were teasing him, as well as being genuinely curious. "Since first year. When I saw you on the train to school."
"You didn't even speak to me until third year."
"I was nervous." Theo let out a breath. "I watched you, though."
You held back a laugh as Theo immediately turned even more red. "That was creepy. I didn't mean it like that! I justâ we've shared a lot of classes andâ I'm going to shut up."
You stood on your tippy toes, kissing Theo's flushed cheeks. "I've had a crush on you since second year."
"Really?"
You nodded, smiling. "So what now?"
"Um, will you go on a date with me? Maybe next weekend after the quidditch game?" Theo asked, feeling more nervous than ever.
"I would love to, " you smiled. And I won't miss this game, I promise."
"I'm holding you to that." Theo smiled back.
You gave Theo another kiss on the cheek. "It's still early. I'll see you later, okay?"
Theo nodded, and you smiled, closing your door. Theo stayed there for a few more seconds until he realized he probably looked crazy for just smiling at your door.
Who knew getting drunk had some perks?
#theodore nott#slytherin boys#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#theodore nott x reader#jayybugg fics#slytherin#fluff#theo nott x reader
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That one back Tattoo (Son Chaeyoung x M!Reader)
I swear I'm working on that F!Reader fic. This is smut ... Sorry? (Should I still bother apologizing or...) Word Count: 2,088
Sitting at the bar with my girlfriend Dahyun was something that always made me happy.
"Y/N you're so silly sometimes!"
Dahyun was drunk enough to the point that anything was funny to her. I should have cut her off sooner but seeing her like this was just so cute. "Come on Dahyun lets go home."
"I don't want to go yet Y/N-yah! Can I get another shot?" I giggled at her question. "Come on Dahyun I think you've had a bit too much to drink." I had to pick up Dahyun and carry her back to our apartment. She showed little protest by lightly hitting me on my chest.
"I don't want to leave yet Y/N!"
Having to put up with a drunk Dahyun's protest was something I got used to after a few nights out. Luckily her sleepiness eventually got the best of her and she was sleeping in my arms.
Arriving back at the hotel I went in the elevator to get to our apartment on the third floor. But before the door closed another woman entered the elevator with us.
She was a rather short woman. Her clothes didn't leave much to the imagination. She was showing a lot of ski-
"Are you going to press the button or should I?"
I was quickly pulled out of my thoughts. Must've been staring for too long. "O-oh r-right you can press it first." She nodded at me and clicked on the button for the third floor. "What a coincidence we're on the same floor."
"Really? Well what are the chances of that? You know some people don't think things happen by "coincidence" do you?"
A rather odd question to ask but I guess I'll entertain her thought process. "Well I think some things are meant to happen but I don't think that everything that happens in our life is set by the universe or whatever."
"By the way who's that girl you're carrying."
"She's my girlfriend."
She hummed at my response and the elevator door opened. "Well if you'd like to discuss further you can come to my room at 308."
"Room 308? That's right next to my room 307!" Seriously? What are the chances my and this girl I just met are neighbors?
"Well who knows maybe it's a sign from the universe. By the way I never got your name."
"It's Y/N, and yours?"
"You can call me Chaeyoung. Anyways you better get going carrying your girlfriend must be tiring."
Once she said that she left for her room and I went into my apartment. When I got in I placed Dahyun on the couch and covered her up with a blanket.
I wasn't able to get Chaeyoung out of my mind. She was so attractive her tattoos, small figure, and those lips of hers were such a turn on. No wait what am I thinking?! Dahyun is my girlfriend I shouldn't be thinking of other women like this.
Feeling my cock get hard I went to the bathroom in order to relieve myself. Pulling down my pants and grabbing a hold of my cock I started to work on relieving myself. "Ugh ~ ah ~ Chaeyoung you're such a damn bad influence. You're making me have thoughts of cheating on my girlfriend because of you!"
Eventually I was able to cum and quickly started to work on cleaning up the mess I had just made.
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I've been avoiding Chaeyoung for the past few days. Seeing her makes me think of inappropriate thoughts. I can't help but think how warm her pussy must feel. I bet she could suck my dick so well. Agh! Damn it why am I thinking of it again.
I suddenly bumped into someone.
"Shit sorry my bad I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Y/N is that you?"
Looking at the person I bumped into I realized it was Chaeyoung. Shit
"Oh sorry Chaeyoung I have to go-"
Suddenly she grabbed my arm and turned me around so I was facing her. My face was getting warmer and I can only hope she didn't notice.
"Hold on Y/N what's the rush? And why have you been ignoring me for the past few days?"
"Chaeyoung it's complicated."
"Want to talk about it?"
I shouldn't do it. Everything points to me not agreeing with her. I have a loving girlfriend already. No I can't say yes I can't!
But before I could even answer Chaeyoung started to drag me along with her. I wasn't able to get any words out so I just went along with her for the time.
Eventually we arrived at the front of her apartment. She grabbed her keys and unlocked the door. Her room was mostly similar to the one me and Dahyun had except her room was a bit more bare than ours.
She dragged me to her couch and sat me down. Chaeyoung sat next to me and crossed her arms.
"Y/N I don't understand why you've been ignoring me. If you didn't like our first interaction and didn't want to talk to me that's one thing but I feel as if you're purposely going out of your way to ignore me!"
I looked at Chaeyoung in the eyes. Should I tell her? No that's stupid and would be pretty awkward. What would I even say "Yeah the reason I've been ignoring you is because I just get thoughts of cheating on my girlfriend with you."
"I just thought you were a little weird. I didn't want to associate myself with you." A bit rude but I needed Chaeyoung to also get away from me. If she also starts to distance herself from me it would make my life way easier.
"That's a bit rude Y/N. But thank you for telling me even if it does hurt my feelings."
"Yeah, sorry Chaeyoung."
I got up to leave her apartment as silence fell between us. But before I could go she suddenly spoke up.
"Wait before you leave do you at least want to have lunch with me?"
I guess I owe her one. I mean I did say something quite rude to her just now I could at least make up for it by staying over for lunch.
"Sure"
Chaeyoung nodded and got up to go to the kitchen. I couldn't help but stare at her butt as she walked there.
"Do you have any preferences or allergies you want me to be aware of Y/N?"
"No, anything's fine."
She started to cook up something. I sat in silence as I watched her cook. While Chaeyoung was cooking she bent over making her shirt slide up.
I saw her exposed back which had a tattoo. Something about it was interesting to me.
"Why did you get that back tattoo Chaeyoung?"
"Found it interesting. Why, you want to get a closer look Y/N?" She gave me a certain look. If I didn't know any better I would say she's trying to tease me.
My face started to warm up. "Uhm ... kinda."
Chaeyoung started to walk up to me. Her hips swayed in a rhythm that kept me hooked.
She sat down on the couch with her back facing me. She took off her shirt exposing her bra. "Go on Y/N inspect the tattoo to your hearts content."
I felt my whole body get warm.
I put my finger on her back tattoo,I traced the outline. It was quite an interesting design. "What's it called?"
"The birth of evil. You know Y/N I have more tattoos but I'd have to strip for you to see them."
"Well what's stopping you?" I asked more as a joke.
"Absolutely nothing." Chaeyoung turned around facing me before she started stripping off her remaining pieces of clothing. Her body was more attractive than I originally thought. I couldn't focus on her tattoos and was only able to focus on her body.
"Y/N my tattoos aren't on my chest."
"I - uhm - agh." I tried coming up with an excuse but I wasn't able to think of one. My cock was starting to get hard and I tried to quickly hide it before Chaeyoung noticed.
Suddenly she put her hands over mine. "Mmm Y/N I heard you moaning my name the night we met. I'm telling you our meeting was fate."
Chaeyoung grabbed my hand covering my extremely hard cock and removed ir. She let out a coo "It's so big. I wonder how it'll look when it's free."
I started to panic as she started to pull my pants down. I shouldn't even be here when I have Dahyun. But a part of me wants this moment to never end.
My cock sprung out of its constraints and Chaeyoung licked her lips. "My my Y/N a bit eager to cheat on your girlfriend aren't you?" I wasn't able to form words because I knew she was right. I really wanted her.
"Go ahead and kiss me you little play boy."
I latched my lips onto Chaeyoung's perfect lips. They were so soft and perfect for me. Chaeyoung took my shirt off and moved her hands to my chest and pinched my nipples.
"Ouch Chaeng that hurt." I muffled into her lips. Though she didn't listen and only pinched harder.
She started to rub her hands all over my body. "Ah! Ah! Your hands are so perfect!"
I took my lips off of hers and started to move them down to her small breasts. They were a little bit bigger than Dahyun's but not by much. I put my tongue on her nipple and swirled it around and used my other hand to squeeze her other tit.
Chaeyoung moved her hands down to my cock and swirled her thumb on the tip. Some cum started to leak out and it helped her pick up the pace.
"Oh Chaeng your so damn good at this."
"Am I better than your girlfriend?"
Me and Dahyun have never had sex before and I didn't want to admit that I was still a virgin to her.
"Uhm - you're getting there."
Chaeyoung smiled at me "Judging by your long pause I'm guessing you're a virgin. Don't worry I'll be gentle."
She pushed me onto my back and put her mouth around my cock. "Mhm it tastes good. Virgins cocks always taste the best." I felt myself losing control over her words. She was slowly swirling her tongue on my tip and sucked really gently.
I used my hands to push her head down and Chaeyoung took my full length. "Yes just like that Chaeyoung." My cock hit the back of her throat and her muscles tightened around it.
Her saliva coated my whole cock. I started to push her head up and down on my cock roughly. Tears fell down Chaeyoung's eyes as she face fucked me.
Pulling her off my cock she started gasping for air. "Chaeyoung I want to feel your tight pussy on my cock."
"Y/N ... you're so horney! Is your girlfriend that pathetic?"
"Dahyun has never wanted to have sex with me."
"Poor baby Y/N. You deserve to release all of your cum." Chaeyoung got up and aligned her pussy to my cock. She lowered herself engulfing it all in her small tight pussy.
"You're so damn tight Chaeyoung!"
"Now Y/N let me show you what your girlfriend has been depriving you of." Chaeyoung started moving up and down. Her fluids were now all over my cock. I reached for her small and soft butt and started to give them a light squeeze.
Chaeyoung yelped at my sudden movement but went along with it. I started to squeeze harder leaving red marks on her butt. "I'm going to cum inside of you!"
"Yes Y/N fill me up with your thick semen!"
I spanked her ass hard and unloaded a long thick stream of cum inside of her. Chaeyoung's eyes started rolling back. "It's so warm Y/N!"
After 10 seconds the stream stopped and Chaeyoung collapsed on the couch. "Y/N do you believe me now? Our meeting was fate."
"I believe you Chaeng. But we have to keep this under wraps I don't want Dahyun to find out about us."
"Fine by me Y/N my lips are sealed. Just make sure to come visit me every now and then."
I collapsed on her and hugged her naked body and we both fell asleep.
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I don't know if people prefer 1st or 3rd person writing so I'll just alternate between the both of them.
Anyways enjoy Chaeyoung, I'm facing delays so I don't think I'll have something up anytime soon but I'll try to finish the Thanksgiving smut on time.
#kpop smut#smut#girl group smut#twice#twice smut#twice imagines#twice x reader#female idol smut#chaeyoung#chaeyoung smut#dahyun
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Iâve been struggling with writing and motivation lately to be totally honest
#I feel so bad bc I feel like I havenât been putting things out as frequently as I used to#but I just canât bring myself to write without it being word vomit shit#i donât know how to explain it#I just canât get motivated#I feel like Iâm writing too many drafts at once#like just barely picking at them all and Iâm not getting much done in the long run#and I feel bad to make people wait so long for the next fic to come out#ESPECIALLY the people who sent me asks#and ESPECIALLY bc when school starts again for me (August 13) I might have to slow down even more on writing bc Iâm in all advanced classes#and it might be a lot more work and take a lot more time out of my free time#but âI wonât disappear off the face of the platform DEFINITELY#idk I feel so lazy#vent#francescas anthology
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The Silent Type*
Summary: âHarry, the quiet guy in the office, has silently admired you during your time working for the firm. Now that your work there is done, Harry finds that he canât let you go just yetâŠâ
Wc: 5k
Tropes: colleagues (ceorry/nerdrry)
Warnings: SMUT, overstimulation, daddy kink, switch sub/dom dynamics, oral, choking
A/N: SUP YâALL!!!! God I have just been waiting to be able to write again! I still have some exams coming up next week, but I spent all evening writing this one shot because I have been dying to get back into itđ This is my first time writing a more subrry tinted fic, so I hope you enjoy it!
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Harry has never been one to talk much.
It is one of the reasons why he chose the career of software developing. Most of it, he could do on his own.
It wasn't so much that Harry hated people, he just preferred his own company. More people tend to complicate things, and Harry is a more logical guy.
That was until he met you.
About three months ago, the company for which Harry worked had started their expansion, and he was to lead the people transferred to that section of the firm. With the expansion also came new employees, and thatâs where you came in.
You had been temporarily hired by the company to weed out applicants, and assist the current HR manager to help with the job interviews.
Harry still remembers that first day when you walked into the office, all nervous and fidgety. He had spotted you through the glass walls of his office, and couldn't physically tear his eyes off of you.
It wasn't until your third day helping in the office, that you actually met Harry. You had no idea what to think of him. Well, besides the obvious, of course. He was ridiculously handsome, and from the way he was staring at you, you figured that maybe he was thinking something like that about you too.
But he didn't talk.
Your first time meeting consisted of nothing but a gruff 'nice to meet you' from Harry's side, and no input in the rest of the conversation whatsoever. It was only a couple days later, when you asked the HR manager about it, that you found out that's just how he was, that he didn't really talk to anyone. From that moment on, there had been a surge of motivation to let him make you the one exception.
Harry was just fascinated by you, and he had no idea why. You were a ball of energy, talking so fast you'd think someone had clicked on your 'sped up' button, and you were chaotic, all over the place. The amount of times he watched you bump into people was impossible to keep count of.
Then, one day, you bumped into him. It should have angered him, the spilt coffee on his pants. But he had an extra suit, and you looked so worried, he didn't want to make you feel worse. You still felt bad, though, so you decided to make it up to him, and started getting him coffee every morning.
By the end of the first week, he looked you in the eyes when he thanked you. By the end of the fourth, he'd ask you how you are and recall things you'd told him. By the end of sixth, he told you things about his life, and by the end of the tenth week, you were having longer conversations with him.
It was difficult to keep up the small talk with him in the beginning. You soon found out that his lone wolf attitude may had something to do with his awkwardness. You thought, perhaps people weren't willing to work through that, and eventually he just stopped trying.
Such a prospect made you sad, and it only motivated you more to get to know him better. Of course, the longing glances, and standing unnecessarily close to each other with his knuckles barely touching your arm, those things helped too.
There was an undeniable tension between the two of you that you found incredibly difficult to decipher. The way he'd let you catch him looking at you gave it away quite clearly, but the lack of any real initiative confused you.
Had you read it all wrong? Did he even think there was something there too?
Unfortunately, there was no way to find out, as your assignment at the company was coming to an end. Today had been your last day, and tonight is a launch party to officially celebrate the expansion of the company.
You were a little sad to leave the company, especially since you really liked the people working there. It is why you are most excited for tonight.
Wearing a long yellow dressâit is your favorite colorâyou stride into the building. You are mesmerized by all the balloons and how pretty everyone looks. Wearing expensive suits or classy dresses. You immediately realize you might be a bit too happily dressed; everyone is wearing darker colors.
It does make it easy for everyone to spot you, though. By the time you've gotten your drink, five people have already walked up to you. About half an hour into the party, the CEO of the company takes the stage to give a small speech.
"I would like to thank everyone who has participated in making this expansion go as smoothly as it did. Your work does not go unnoticed." He says through the microphone. Everyone claps for a few seconds, and the man waits to go on until it is quiet again.
"Now, I have a special announcement to make. I have wanted to make this expansion happen since I began working for this company in 1988. Now that I finally have, I feel that my job at this firm is done. And so, I have decided to retire from my position as CEO."
Your eyes widen at the speech; you had no idea this was even a thing. By the sound of the gasps and murmurs traveling through the room, you deduce that the news is unexpected for the rest of the company as well.
"It is also with great pride that I present the new CEO of our company, chosen after careful consideration. If mr. Harry Styles could please join me on stage."
Your mouth falls open at the mention of Harry's name, and you are certain you will never be able to close it again when you see him walking onto the stage. He wears a black suit, perfectly tailored to his body, and the sight of him has you concerned that you may be drooling.
The bald man hands the microphone to Harry, who does not look very pleased to be on stage; it almost seems like he is regretting his decisions. Until his eyes meet yours, that is when you see him let out a breath.
"Thank you, Mr. Johnson." He says, breaking eye contact to look at his former boss.
Right, that was his name, Johnson.
"I look forward to leading this company into more successes, and I promise that I will put my heart and soul into it. I have worked at this firm ever since I graduated college and they offered me a job during my internship, and it is safe to say that I have not regretted that decision a day of my life. I have always been loyal to this company, and I will remain loyal to you. Thank you."
You are perplexed. Why did he never tell you about this? You are very happy for him, but you do find it weird. It also makes you doubt again. Did whatever you had been building up the last months not mean as much to Harry as it did to you?
Well, it doesn't really matter, you're gone after tonight anyway.
Once the shock of the news has calmed down a bit, the party resumes as normal. Most people visit Harry one by one to congratulate him on the position, but you steer clear from him. It is no use, after tonight you will probably never see him again anyway.
Time passes, and you think you're ready to go home. There was a file in the office you forgot to sign earlier today, so you head up to do that first. The office is entirely dark when you walk out of the elevator. It's kind of eerie, so you are quick to turn on the lights.
It takes you a few minutes to find the file, since the receptionist placed it on someone else's desk. You find it on your colleague's desk, and walk over to the receptionist desk to sign it. Laying it on the keyboard of her computer, you pray that she won't displace it again, and make your way back to the elevators.
A loud shriek escapes you when Harry suddenly walks around the corner. He covers his ears at the high pitched sound, shocked by how much he scared you. With your hand on your chest you try and steady your breathing.
"Jesus, you scared the crap out of me."
"Sorry, didn't mean to." He says, a bit of worry in his tone. You look up at him.
"What are you even doing up here?"
"I was looking for you." He shrugs.
"Why?" Your eyebrows furrow, that same old tension in your stomach settling like it does every time Harry looks at you for longer than two seconds.
"You've been avoiding me." He answers casually, and you feel your heart drop. You didn't think he'd catch onto it.
"Congratulations by the way, for being the CEO. That was definitely a surprise." There is a bitterness in your tone. It is Harry's turn to frown. He hears the condescension, but his mind can't seem to come to a conclusion. Why are you angry? It's so hard to tell.
This is why he doesn't do people.
"You're mad that I am CEO?" He guesses, and your mouth falls open, much like it did when Harry's new position got announced.
"What?! Of course not! I'm very happy for you." You sputter out. The last thing you'd want him to think is that you don't want him to be happy or satisfied or successful.
"But you're still avoiding me." He repeats slowly. "You know, I didn't tell you about it because no one was supposed to know. I had to sign for it and everything. It's nothing personal."
The painful grip that his potential distrust in you had on your heart releases at the sound of his words. You could have known that it was due to something like that, you work in HR after all. That fact alone makes you realize how invested you unknowingly had become in Harry.
"I...I figured." You give him a weak smile. Harry's eyes search for yours, holding onto your gaze once he has found it. You stay like that, staring at each other for a while until you break the silence.
"I'm heading home. I don't think I'll see you again, so good luck. I'm sure you'll do wonderfully."
With much difficulty, you manage to look away from Harry and walk past him. At least, you try to, because halfway through, Harry's hand grabs your arm. You stop in your tracks, looking back at the man who stopped you. The man who has been sending you mixed signals for the past few months.
"Dâ do you want to join me in my office?"
You refrain from the shiver that threatens to run down your entire body, and nod. Harry's hand slides down your arm to your hand, and he intertwines his fingers with yours before he leads you to the glass doors that belong to him. On your way there, he flicks off the lights, leaving the two of you in the dark.
The city lights light up the otherwise pitch dark office that belongs to Harry, for now. He will be moved to the CEO's office when he starts his new position.
You don't say anything as Harry closes the door, or as he walks to the closet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. You wait in anticipation of what he's going to do.
But then he sits down. He just sits down on his chair.
You stand there, staring at him, utterly confused about this man and his intentions with you, while he obliviously pours the whiskey into the glasses. In that moment, there is a switch inside of you, one that says: fuck it. This is your last day, you need a way to release this pent up tension, and you probably won't see him ever again after this. What have you got to lose? Nothing.
You walk over to the desk and sit down on it, extremely close to Harry. The split of your dress shows your bare, freshly shaved leg, and he seems to notice. His eyes pull to your legs like magnets, and he has to force himself to look you in the eyes as he hands you the glass of whiskey.
You try your best not to smirk at the effectiveness of your plan, focusing on your next move instead. Straight for the kill.
"So, why am I here, Harry?" You ask nonchalantly, taking a sip of your whiskey. It tastes quite strong, and it takes you a lot of effort not to have an expressive reaction to it.
"What?" He asks, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
"Why'd you take me here?" You ask again, setting down your glass at the table before moving to stand in front of him. "To admire the view?"
Harry looks out the window, but his head shoots back to you when he notices you're sinking onto your knees in front of him. He thinks he may have forgotten to breathe as he observes the lustful look in your eyes. His eyes travel down to your tits, even more visible from this angle.
"Because I've admired it every day for the past three months." You continue. Harry swallows, frozen by the overload of his brain and the sensitivity of the growing constraint in these pants. "Why don't you take your pants off for me? Just enough to give me your cock. I like you in this suit."
Harry doesn't let another second fly by before he is unbuckling his pants, sliding it down just enough for you to have access to his cock and his balls. Your mouth waters at the size and girth of it, your cunt getting wetter with every passing moment.
You shimmy forward, leaning over his cock and grabbing it with your hand. Harry sighs at the minimal contact, making you feel even more powerful. Looking up at him through your lashes, you ask him one more question.
"You'll hold my hair, won't you?"
With that, you take Harry in your mouth as far as you can, before pulling away from him. A gasp leaves his mouth, and his eyes fall shut as you pump him with your hand while your mouth kisses and sucks on the head of his cock. You begin licking and kissing down his cock, while your hand softly feels up his balls.
Harry feels like he is in heaven already, and he forgets everything around him. It is only when you completely remove yourself from him that he opens his eyes again, and he sees. Catching on quickly, he leans forward and gathers your hair, twisting it around his palm.
Satisfied with Harry's obedience, your mouth attaches itself to his cock again. You take him slowly, teasingly, and move your head up and down. With every movement, you take him an inch deeper.
"Oh, fâfuck!" He groans out when you gag on him because you took yourself too far too fast. You steady your breathing, which is a bit more complicated as you can only breathe out your nose. You resume sucking him off for a bit longer, bobbing your head down a bit faster. The small sounds that leaves Harry's lips, along with his scrunched up face, gives you enough indication that he is approaching his climax.
So you remove your mouth from his cock.
He lets out a whine at the loss of contact. If your panties weren't wet before, they certainly are now. You smile at the state of him; desperate and needy for you. The fact that you've managed to make him fall apart like this makes you incredibly horny.
"I want to take all of you in my mouth, daddy." You tell him, looking up at him with your big eyes. "You'll have to help me."
You went out on a bit of a limb when you decided to call him daddy, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. In fact, Harry's eyes light up and his jaw slacks at the mention of the pet name.
"Shitâ anything, sweetheart. Whatever you need." He croaks out.
"I need you to fuck my mouth." You respond sternly, not wasting any time and taking him between your lips again. You push yourself down his cock as far as you can, breathing deeply before moving your hand to Harry's hand, which is holding onto your hair, and pushing your head forward to indicate that he needs to push his cock down your throat.
Again, it doesn't take him long to listen, because Harry's hips thrust forward, his dick gliding into your throat. You moan at the force with which he pushed, and keep your mouth wide open as you let Harry navigate your head.
Once he fully understands that you are allowing him to let him use your mouth, the true fun begins. With the firm grip he has on your head, he pushes you up and down at an ungodly speed. Your jaw is already tiring from its locked position, but you power through it because the sounds that leave Harry's mouth make up for it.
"Fuck baby, such a good mouth. Never had anything like this... Jesus!" He pants out as he begins to thrust up into your mouth, and you feel like you might pass out. Suddenly, he pulls you away from his dick.
You frown, and realize as he is grabbing for a tissue that he is avoiding messing up your face. You don't stand for it, though, and wrap your lips around his cock again just in time for him to come inside your mouth. You take him deeper and feel the way his sperm shoots in the back of your throat.
"Fuck! Shit, shit..." The not so wide arrange of curse words are the only thing Harry is capable of saying as he dumps his load inside your mouth. The fact that you were so adamant about having his sperm in your mouth made his orgasm even more intense.
Your mouth lets go of his cock with an exaggerated plop, and you swallow every last bit of him, grinning at his fucked out face.
"That was... amazing." He sighs, his gaze flicking from your mouth to your eyes. You hum in agreement, and get up from the floor as he pulls up his pants. You are about to walk away, when Harry grabs your wrist.
"Where are you going?"
"Home." You answer with a smile, but Harry's grip on you only tightens. He shakes his head, his lips pouting.
"No, you need to stay. Let me make you feel good too." He protests. You squint your eyes at him.
"I don't need to do anything."
Harry's eyes widen. "You're right. But just let me make you feel good before you go, please? It's the least I can do."
Your mouth slowly forms into a grin, glad to have him where you want. Well, almost.
"Beg me."
Harry scoffs. "Are you serious? I don't really do begging."
You shrug, smiling at him. "That's fine. My vibrator can get me off too."
You take a few steps towards the door, while Harry contemplates his decisions. However, those were all clouded by the sole moment to please you the second you mentioned your vibrator. The image of you getting off like that is too much to bear. He needs to do it for you.
"Stop." He says. You turn around, and walk back to him as he gets out of his chair and gets on his knees. Grabbing your waist, he pulls you closer, his nose digging into your dress. His hands run up and down your legs, and it is making you weak in your knees.
"Please, let me eat you out baby. I'll do anything to make you feel good. I need to taste you so bad, please let me pleasure you."
You swallow, eyelids ready heavy, as you sigh out. "Alright."
Harry grins at your admittance of defeat, and stands up. He leads you to sit on his desk, your dress hiked up. He removes the stuff behind you, so that you can lean back entirely in case you want to, and waltzes over to his chair.
Spreading your legs, he rolls himself closer to you, and assesses your soaking wet panties. Chuckling, he leans to the side and grabs a pair of scissors, before he cuts the skimpy material from your body. You'd say something of it, but the sight of him admiring your pussy like this is too fascinating to interrupt. So, you keep quiet.
When Harry's thumb suddenly presses on your clit and begins to rub it, you can't help but gasp. His touch feels too good, and that blowjob got you really worked up.
"You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this." Harry says, marveling at how reactive you are being.
"Me too."
His eyebrows rise up. "Yeah? Tell me more, baby."
You bite your lip, too obsessed with the pet name he's given you. It sounds so sexy coming from his mouth. He awaits your response with bright eyes, lazily rubbing your clit.
"Your arms... I'd think about them so much. And your hands, I'd imagine you choking me with them. They're so big..." You begin, and you know that you could go on for hours if you had to tell him about everything you've thought about doing with him, or doing to him.
Harry doesn't say anything, instead responds with two fingers entering your pussy. You moan at the feeling of his large fingers pumping in and out of you. It feels way fuller than your hand already. His two fingers is the equivalent of your three fingers.
"We can definitely make those fantasies come true..." Harry says softly. "But first, let's make you come, hmm?"
You nod, your head falling back and allowing yourself to fully indulge in the pleasure Harry's giving you right now. You let yourself lay on his desk, wrapping your legs around his shoulders.
"Fuck, that feels goodâ oh fuck!" You shriek out when Harry tongue begins attacking your tongue after he adds a third finger. He speeds up the movements of his hand to match those of his tongue, and holds onto that tempo until your mind can't conjure up any more words to speak to him.
With the control entirely out of your hands, you let Harry guide you to your orgasm, which washes over your body like a tidal wave. You unconsciously push Harry's head further into your pussy with your legs. With an arched back, you moan at the sensitivity of your clit.
Harry lets you take a minute to catch your breath before he pulls on your arms to have you sit up straight. He is smiling sweetly at you, and your heart warms at it.
"You okay?" He asks, kissing your hands. You nod, trying to ignore the flutters in your heart at the way he is being so gentle.
"Thank you for letting me make you feel good, baby." He says, getting up and leaning into your face. His nose brushes against your cheek as he plants his lips on yours. Your arms wrap around Harry's neck as you kiss him deeper, too caught up in how good he feels and how much you want him.
You're never this greedy. You've never felt like you needed a man's cock inside of you. Like it was the only feasible option. You feel it driving you crazy, and you're sure it is the only reason you sayâ no, ask:
"Please, fuck me."
The grin that forms on Harry's lips makes you feel like you should regret what you said. A grin like that usually belongs on your face in situations like these. But you need him so bad, you don't really care that you are the desperate one this time.
"Oh, you're begging now too, huh?" He says cockily. You glare at him, pissed that he's acknowledging your neediness and mocking you for it too.
"It's alright baby, I'll give it to you. 'M cock's already hard again from watching you come like that. So fucking sexy..." He says. He pulls his pants down and lifts you off the table, turning you around to the glass windows and pushing your hands against them. "Bend over a bit and speak your legs for me, baby."
You do as he says, biting your lip at Harry's hand that pushes away your dress and roams over your ass. He positions his cock at your entrance and pushes himself into you, sighing in pure relief. You shut your eyes tightly at the size of him filling you up.
"Fuck, you feel good baby." He says, slowly beginning to move in and out a bit. You let out a soft 'yes', causing Harry's jaw to clench. He spanks your ass, watching as it bounces from the impact, and his cock twitching at your yelp.
"Perfect fucking ass... perfect fucking girl, aren't you?" He groans, now lazily thrusting into you. He wants to give you time to adjust, but he learns your wishes when you begin to push yourself back into him.
"Ah, I see. Greedy girl wants to speed things up, hmm? Your wish is my command." He mocks, but does speed up his pace. His hands hold your waist as he begins to pound himself into you, your ass shaking at the impact. He spanks your ass again for good measure, obsessed with the way it moves.
You nearly lose yourself in how good it feels, but you know that he can get deeper than this.
"I want to ride you... want to feel you in my tummy." You spit out, hoping he understands what you're saying in your croaky voice.
Harry listens, pulling himself out of you immediately and taking a seat in the chair. You turn around and walk over to him, throwing your legs on both sides of his lap, before grabbing his cock and sinking yourself down on it.
It goes smoother this time, but Harry's really deep now, just like you wanted. The sensation is everything to you, and it isnât hard to tell how good it feels for him too. Glad to have a bit of the control back, you start to bounce on his cock.
Harryâs eyes travel over your body, fascinated by the way you are moving above him. His hands travel to the straps of your dress and push them down until he can get your tits out of the top part of your dress. He begins to massage them as you keep impaling yourself on his dick over and over again.
"Fuck, daddy, you feel so good... so good for me. Listening to me. Knew this was the best way to fuck you... you love it." You slur happily. Harry nods profusely at your words, jaw clenched and moaning out in pleasure.
"Yes, needed it so bad baby. You're fucking daddy so good..."
You smile at how caught up Harry looks in his pleasure, like he doesn't know what to do with it. You, however, do know what to with it. You grab one of his hands and wrap it around your throat, before you do the same to him. With his hand on your neck and yours on his, you begin to fuck him as fast as you can.
"Ah, fffuck... shit! Holy shit!" He yells out, and automatically thrusts himself up into you, reaching an even further level of deepness you had never thought possible. That along with your hands on each otherâs necks, is enough to know that your climaxes are near.
"Come inside me daddy." You pant out, and he does. It is as if your permission set him off. You smile in delight at the feel and knowledge of his cum being so deep inside of you.
You fuck Harry through his orgasm, and even after. He squirms in his seat. "Waitâ too sensitive."
"I don't care, I haven't come yet. Don't you want to make me feel good? Have me coming around your thick cock?" You say sensually, and Harry nods. "Words."
"Yesâ fuck! I want you to come, please come around my cock. Please, please..." He begins to beg, a tear rolling down his cheek.
Your toes curl at his whiny voice, and soon your juices are gushing all over his cock. Your pussy contracting around him seems to set Harry off even more, as you feel even more sperm spraying out of his dick and into your walls.
You ride out your high until you can't move anymore. You sit there, forehead pressed against Harry's as you both come down from what just happened.
After a minute or two, you decide to pull out. Slowly but surely, you manage to get Harry's dick out of you without hissing too much at the sensitivity of every single body part down there.
You lean against the desk, too wobbly to stand on your own, and you let Harry wipe you clean with the tissues on his desk. After cleaning himself up, he stands up and positions himself in front of you.
"Hey." He says. Your hand cups his jaw and your thumb wipes away the tear that is far down his face now.
"Hi." You tilt your head. The both of you burst out laughing, still surprised by what went down just now.
"That was really good." He says once the laughter has died down. You nod in agreement.
"Good enough for a repeat?"
Harry pretends to think it over, before he responds: "under one condition."
"And what would that be?" You quirk up an eyebrow, intrigued by his vagueness. He smiles at you so wide that you wonder if his mouth might be hurting.
"You let me take you out on a date first."
You roll your eyes, pretending not to be amused as he chuckles at your reaction. But the second you see the look on his face and the sincerity behind it, you realize that he is being quite serious about this request. You bite your lip, wanting to kiss him right then and there.
"I would love that."
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Make You Feel Better
lando norris x fem reader
summary: Lando wasn't feeling the best after a long day of media duties, but he could always count on you to make him feel better. (915 words)
warnings: mdni, + 18, smut, unprotected sex, needy!lando
a/n: heyy everyone! sorry for disappearing after posting literally just one fic, but with uni and then summer i didn't really find the time to write but i'm working on a few fics right now! anyway please send some requests!
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Some days were better than others, and Lando always tried to be positive around you, but today just wasnât his day. He had a long day; media day wasnât his favourite, too many people to talk to, cameras all around at all times, and on top of that, he was feeling a little under the weather.Â
Itâs not like he always felt that way, it was a part of his duties and he liked to meet fans. He loved seeing the people that supported him unconditionally so happy just by seeing him. He knew he had to do it anyway, but the triple header was getting to him, and it was only the second weekend.
He dragged himself back into his hotel, dragging his feet out of the elevator and through the hallways. He wasnât expecting to see you awake, still waiting for him, but he was almost relieved when he spotted you sitting in his bed.
âHiâ You happily greeted him when he entered the room, putting your phone down to pay attention to him.
âHiâ He replied, not as happy as you. You could easily see that he was having a bad day.Â
He dropped his bag next to the door and made his way to the bed, collapsing in your arms as soon as he got there. âBad dayâ was all he said and you didnât push it any further. You let him settle in your arms, rubbing his back as you both sink into the mattress.
âItâs okay, baby. You should get some rest, I know you havenât been sleeping as much as you are supposed toâÂ
He shook his head into your chest âI had something else in mindâ
âGo onâ You knew where this was going, and honestly you couldnât complain.
âI was thinking, uh- you could help me feel betterâ His voice was a little hesitant, but his hands were confident when they found your hips, squeezing them as if he was trying to give you a hint of what he wanted.
âYeah? How?â
âI need you, pleaseâ
You smile down at him, suddenly needy for him âIs that what you want?â
He nodded desperately, and he immediately lifted his head and reached for your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. It started rough and passionate, you could barely catch your breath. You climbed into his lap, placing your knees to his sides.
âHow do you want me?â You managed to ask in between kisses.
âRide meâ
As soon as he said that you got up, taking a step back and slowly undressing in front of him. âAre you gonna keep your clothes?â
âUh- noâ He quickly got rid of them, keeping his eyes on you the entire time.
You were both naked, and you returned to your previous position on his lap. After a moment of making out, you softly pushed him into the mattress and leaned down to meet his lips again.
âWant me to help you feel better? You had a bad day so you need me to ride you?â Landoâs eyes widened and he nodded quickly, bucking his hips up.
You shook your head, pulling away âWords, Landoâ
âYes. Baby, pleaseâ He begged, his hands on your hips again.
You smirk, satisfied with his answer. He was still holding onto your hips as you began to get comfortable on top of him, he then placed his hands on your tits, massaging them softly as you started to stroke his needy cock. He let out a loud moan at your touch.
Your pussy was soaking wet, brushing up against his thigh. The contact made you moan softly and you couldn't help but put more pressure, relieving your need a little bit. You kept rubbing your core against him as he let out soft whimpers, your hand still stroking him, but the relief you were giving him wasnât nearly enough. âPlease, babyâ Lando moaned as you placed your hands on his stomach.
âPlease what?â
âPlease fuck meâ
That was all you needed to hear, so you situated yourself and slowly sank down on his cock. He moaned loudly, and your hands moved up to his chest, as you began to roll your hips. His hands moved to your hips again as his own bucked up into you, making you whimper as loud as he was.
âYou always make me feel so goodâ He cried out.
Your mind was too focused on your own pleasure you didnât even answer him. You continued moving, a string of moans of his name leaving your lips. He was deep, deep inside of you and he just hit that place where you both feel incredibly good.Â
âFuckâ Lando said with furrowed brows, his cheeks red and forehead full of sweat. His curls were stuck to his forehead, making him incredibly sexy. âIâm gonna cum,â he said when he started to get that feeling in his lower abdomen.
You didnât say anything but you picked up your pace, bringing Lando even closer to his orgasm. It didnât take long for him to shoot his release inside you, making you come closer to your own release.
He moaned your name repeatedly, and you collapsed on his chest when your mindblowing orgasm finally hit you. You were barely moving your hips now, dusting off your high.
You finally stopped moving and you stayed like that for a while, catching your breath as your cheek was pressed on his chest.
âFeel better, baby?â
âYeahâ
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Blood Bath | Sukuna Ryomen
king!sukuna ryomen x femservant!reader
Sypnosis: The king needs to wash himself after defending his favorite servant. Contents: king x servant, kinda fluffy I guess, murder, a bit of humiliation, nudity. Word count: 2255 words. Author's note: Thanks for the request, anon! I was already writing this fic when I received your message, so it was a great add-in! Beginning. â Previous | Next â
AO3/WATTPAD VERSION
Sukuna left the castle a week ago. He set out for distant lands to conquer villages, eat its people and spread the terror on his behalf. The absence of his presence was noticeable in the magnificent palace. Peace reigned in the spotless marble hallways, the quiet kitchen and the solitary great hall. Despite not having the pressure of everything being perfect, the servants were making sure the castle would shine for the king's return. The servants walked around at their leisure, pretending they owned the place. They ate at whatever time they wanted, lay down to rest on the lawn of the parade ground, and talked loudly about the rumors that have been surfacing about your relationship with the king.
Recently, it had come to your attention that you were Sukuna's favorite servant, but no one knew exactly why. The consensus had concluded that it was because you were his mistress. Sukuna used to lock himself in his room with you for hours at a time and always came out with a broad smile. The truth is that you didn't sleep with him, you just gave him massages, fixed his outfits and sometimes talked for hours. You tried several times to clear up the rumors, but no one believed you.
It was a rainy summer afternoon. You and a small group of servants were cleaning the great hall, the largest room in the castle. Surrounded by white concrete columns that rose to the ceiling, you sternly swept the red carpet that indicated the center. Diamond chandeliers softly lit the place, statues of the king stood tall and the beautiful hand-painted mural raised on the ceiling harmonized the entire room. The drops fell softly against the giant window in which the green outside could be admired.
âWhen do you think our king will return?â One servant asked the other as they cleaned the decorative torches that rested on steel bases around the perimeter.
âHe won't be long, he has to come back to his mistress,â the other one joked. They both let out small, annoying laughs.
Those kinds of comments had become more recurrent as the days went by. You knew they did it on purpose. They raised their voices every time you entered the room or when you were about to go to sleep. None of the other servants seemed to want to intrude to keep what little peace they had. You slammed the broom down on the carpet hard to take out your frustration.
âHow disgusting to be that monster's mistress, don't you think?â the other one asked. You could feel her piercing gaze on the back of your head, waiting for you to react to her uncalled-for comment.
âI know! I don't know how she can sleep with someone as creepy as our king,â she replied with disgust in her voice.
Those two had crossed the line. You firmly grabbed the broomstick to confront them about their lousy topic of conversation. You approached them at a steady pace, dragging the broomstick in case you needed it as a weapon to defend yours and your kingâs honor.
âThat's enough!â you scolded. âI don't sleep with our king! Besides, he may be a monster, but thanks to him, we can eat fresh food, sleep in comfortable beds and live in a magnificent palace! If I were you, I'd stop barking, bitches!â You exploded after such a long time of having to put up with their out-of-place comments.
âShut up! You're only defending him because you're his favorite whore!â One of them exclaimed, throwing the feather duster in her face.
âYeah, shut the fuck up, who-!â
A fine cut echoed throughout the great hall. A large splash of blood fell on your face, blinding you for a couple of seconds. The slight gasp of surprise from the other servants left you speechless. You dropped the broom to scrub your eyes. What had happened? You backed up in desperation until you ran into a wall that wasn't there before. After a crack, it all made sense. You looked up to see Sukuna's sharp jaw. Dried blood tainted his skin, his breath was cut short from exhaustion. He was back home after conquering another empire successfully.Â
âDoes anyone have anything else to say?â Sukuna asked the other servants, who were kneeling before him, giving him a warm welcome.
You knew you should kneel, but seeing the lifeless bodies of what used to be your gossiping companions made your body freeze. Their heads had been cut in half and the rest of their bodies were shattered. What used to be two women were now small pools of blood and bones. Sukuna had erased their existence with just a couple of his fingers. It was a scene you never thought your eyes would see in the flesh. That would be your fate if you did not obey your master's orders.
âThis is a reminder that I can get rid of you just as quickly,â he threatened. His thick voice echoed off the walls. âIf I hear that you even dare to speak blasphemies about me or one of your companions, I will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?â The servants, still kneeling, said, âYes, my king,â in unison.Â
Coming out of your state of shock, you turned around to kneel at his feet. Sukuna looked at your small figure compared to him. He had heard how you had defended his honor in the face of annoying accusations. He knew you were a good servant, but now you had proven to him that you were loyal.Â
âWelcome home, my king,â you greeted in a trembling voice. Your body was still processing the murder your eyes had witnessed.Â
âDraw me a bath,â he ordered, brushing past your greeting.Â
âYes, my king.â
You ran as fast as possible to his room to get there before him. Luckily, you had cleaned the bathroom thoroughly the day before, so everything was ready for the king to relax properly. You turned on the faucet to fill the tub with hot water, sprinkled scented bath salts, filled the water with bubbles and lit a few candles to romance the atmosphere. Sukuna soon arrived. Without a word, he began to undress as usual. Obediently, you stood in front of the wall to give her privacy.
âSince when?â He asked you as he untied the knots of his garments and let them fall to the floor. You could only hear the fabric sliding down his Herculean body.
âI don't understand the question, my king,â you answered confused, looking at the wall full of green tiles.
âHow long have they been bothering you?â Sukuna completed the question while analyzing your figure from behind. He could tell you were nervous in his presence. It was the first time you saw him kill someone, it must have made quite an impression on you.
âSince a couple of months ago,â you answered.
âWhy didn't you tell me?â Sukuna entered the bathtub, which was already bubbling. You closed the bath faucet and approached a stool to begin the most complicated task, washing his hair.
âI didn't want to waste your time.â You prepared the utensils: a sponge, a small wooden bowl and glass bottles filled with the hair products.
âYou don't dictate what I do with my time,â he replied sternly.
Sukuna stepped into the tub so you could easily reach his head, drowning his torso into the soapy water. With the help of a soft sponge, you wet his pale pink hair, taking care that the water did not enter his ears. The king closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the pleasant sensation after a week of consecutive massacres. Untangling his short hair with a wooden comb, avoiding pulling too much so as not to hurt him. You placed the shampoo directly on his head and massaged the product into the roots.
Sukuna hummed happily every time your fingers gently stroked his scalp. You were so gentle with him even though he was the worst monster ever. You scratched, stroked and massaged his skull to your heart's content. While you let the product work, you focused on his broad shoulders. Your hands roamed his upper body calmly and patiently. The king was tired from having fought day after day and night after night to leave his name high as the greatest conqueror, you could tell by how tense his skin was.
âAnswer me a question,â Sukuna asked with his eyes closed.
âAs many as you wish, my king.â
âAre you loyal to me because you are afraid of me or because I am powerful?â He asked firmly.
âBoth. I am afraid of you because you are powerful,â you replied as you took the bowl of water to rinse his hair.
Sukuna smiled in satisfaction with your answer. That's why you were his favorite servant. You are a perfectionist, shrewd and perceptive. You always managed to surprise him in a different way every time. Something no woman had ever managed to do before. Sukuna twisted his torso to face you. Your face and your white clothes were inked with the blood of your companions. He couldn't let you work like that, after all, it's his fault you were stained.
âTake off your clothes and come in,â he ordered.
âWhat?â You asked, shocked.
âYou're dirty. Come in. I won't repeat myself,â Sukuna demanded.
You nodded and started to undress before his eyes. He had seen hundreds of women undress before. He knows what a pair of striking breasts, sexy hips and long legs look like, but even so, he was mesmerized as he watched you unfold before his eyes. Each garment slid down your body delicately, your hairs bristled from the change in temperature and your nipples stood erect at the lustfulness. No one but your mother had ever seen you naked. You had never been with a man, let alone a monster as imposing as he was.
Sukuna held out his hand to help you into the large tub. You sat in front of him and covered your breasts with the glistening bubbles that floated around you. He took one of the sponges and soaked it with soap to gently clean your face. The now dried blood came off easily. His black claws sometimes scratched your cheeks, but you could tell he was trying to be as gentle as possible with your beautiful face.
âIt's not necessary, I can do it myself,â you asked, trying to take the sponge from him.
âI can wash my own hair too, but I prefer you to do it. Let me do it,â he replied before filling the bowl with water and wetting your hair.
He repeats the same process as you. The warm water, the closeness of your bodies and his hands taking care of your hair, transported you to fantasies where you had a relationship beyond king-servant. They were romantic ideas of a Sukuna you didn't quite know. A Sukuna who hugged you every time he saw you, who gave you head pats every time you did something right, and who sat you on his wide lap, demanding attention.
Someone knocked on the door, to which Sukuna allowed access. It was Uraume, who had just heard that the king had returned and what had happened with the reckless maids. What they did not expect was to see you in the bathtub next to his majesty, but even so, they decided not to ask details of how they had come to that situation.
âWelcome home, your majesty.â Uraume bowed from the doorway. âDinner is ready. You must be hungry after the long journey.â
âI'll be there in a minute,â Sukuna answered. Uraume bowed again and left the room.
âThey won't say anything,â Sukuna assured you before getting out of the tub. You were about to get out to give him his towel too, but he stopped you. âThe water is still hot, it would be a shame to waste it,â he said before taking the towel and wrapping it around his waist.
âIt's my job to do it,â you said.
âYour job is to obey me,â he dictated seriously. You sat back down in the tub and nodded. âGood girl,â he said with a satisfied smile before leaving the bathroom.
Sukuna returned to the bathroom and looked in his closet for what he would wear to dinner. He glanced into the bathroom from time to time to observe you. A small naked human wrapped in the ethereal steam of her innocence. He could have any woman in the world. Why was his mind obsessed with your beauty, your words, and your docility? He didn't know exactly, but he was sure you were completely his, so he didnât have anything to worry about.
You stood alone with your thoughts in the elegant bath. You plunged your body into the water, submerging your head in the bubbles. Heads cut in half, his big hands stroking your hair, brains strewn across the carpet, his gentle touch as he washed your face. The quick, deep images made you feel confused. Your head went back up to the surface as you realized you were short of breath. You brushed your wet hair back to take a deep breath. What were you doing? Where were you? What kind of person were you serving? Sukuna confused you with his actions, and now you didn't know what to do with your poor heart beating a mile a minute for him.
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⥠Pairing: body piercer!seungmin x chubby!fem!shopassistant!reader (w/ appearances by tattoo artist!stray kids)
⥠Genre: fluff/smut
⥠Summary: For the longest time you've dreamed of getting your belly button pierced but you always stop yourself, too shy about your weight to get it done. While working your usual shift at the tattoo shop the resident piercer offers to do it for you, with a bit of meddling from your best friend Changbin, though it turns out that he wants to give you a little or a lot more than just a piercing.
⥠Word Count: 4.7k-ish
⥠Warnings: reader has some insecurities about her weight, piercings (of course), you're getting your belly button pierced babe so yas there's a needle, strong language, kissing, body worship, unprotected sex, Seungmin has a lil dom moment, grinding, fingering, mirror sex, ass slapping, oral sex (f receiving), pet names (good girl), and otherwise fluffiness.
⥠A/N: Hello my loves, I wrote this as a comfort fic for anyone out there who may be struggling with a bad body image day or who might feel like sometimes that they aren't thin enough to wear/do what they want or get the person that they want. My point being that you're a badass bitch who can get whoever and do whatever. If anyone tells you differently they can eat dirt and tell them I said so, babes - xoxo
Saturday nights at the shop are always your favorite. Itâs a little too loud, a little too hectic, but thatâs the way you like it. On nights like these you never know whoâs gonna step in from the glow of the neon signs and throw you for a loop.
Like the couple making out on one of the couches while they wait their turn to get matching inner lip tattoos. A decision they totally wonât regret when their two week long romance crashes and burns.
Or people like the guy on the phone insisting he come in for a tattoo you know for a fact all of your boys would die before they took on.Â
âLook, man, Iâm not judging you,â you say, judging him to the fullest extent, âItâs just that most of my guys arenât gonna tattoo your diââ
âDelivery!â a friendly voice rings out in the lobby.
The front door dings, announcing the arrival of your usual delivery girl. Sheâs short and bubbly with a bag hooked in each of her wrists, filled to the brim with food. In a hurry as always, she sets them down on the desk in front of you and flashes a sweet smile before scurrying off to her next delivery. You respond with one of your own, hopping off the phone just in time to shout, âHave a good night!â
Without missing a beat, you scoop the bags up and head down the hallway off to your left. Bobbing your head along to the rock music blasting from the speakers overhead, you make your way to the main floor where tattoo guns are buzzing away.Â
âFoodâs here!â you announce but itâs too late. Youâve already been spotted and Jeonginâs swiping the bag from your right hand before you can dodge him.Â
âOoh, whatâs for dinner?â he asks, already hard at work cruising through tonightâs options.Â
âWhat?â Felix yells from the far side of the room. Heâs hunched over his table, focused on finishing a tattoo of a butterfly on the ankle of a girl whoâs much more interested in him than a tattoo.Â
âShe said foodâs here!â Jeongin mumbles through a mouthful of food. He makes it a few steps back towards his station, hugging the bag like a newborn baby heâll protect with his life, before Hyunjin intercepts him.
âGive it here!â Hyunjin demands, almost wrestling a stubborn Jeongin for the bag.Â
You feel a tugging at the other bag and by the time you turn to see who it is, Minhoâs already passing by with Chan, the bag secured in his hand.
Minho digs through it, frowning, âFuck, they forgot my sauce again.â
âChristopher, can you control your children before they scare off our customers?â you shout after Chan as he grabs his food and settles down at his station.Â
Chan leans back in his chair, kicking his feet up. Checking his watch, he grins, âCanât sorry. Iâm on break.â
You roll your eyes, letting out a huff of frustration. Sometimes the real headache isnât the weird customers, itâs the guys you work for, but you love them so if there ever were a headache you could tolerate this would be it.Â
Turning to head back up front, you stop dead in your tracks when you realize that one of the first people to swarm you for dinner hardly looked your way. Backtracking you spot the stray, Seo Changbin, locked in on an intricate chest tattoo and Han laying across his table, whining like this tattoo wasnât his idea to begin with.Â
You skip over to Changbinâs station, quietly admiring the piece over his shoulder. Itâs a compass. Highly detailed. Clean lines. The same flawless work you always expect of him.Â
âAah, youâre trying to kill meâ Han says, turning to you for sympathy, âHeâs trying to kill me.â
Changbin groans, paying him no mind. âHey, I wouldnât have agreed to do this if I knew youâd be such a baby about it.Â
Han pouts, poking his lip out, âI am not a baby.â
You giggle, shifting to the other side of the table to get a better look.Â
âYou are such a babyâ you tease, poking his lip back in, âIt looks really good. Totally worth the paâoh my god. When did you get that?â
Your gaze drifts from the tattoo and down Hanâs torso where shiny, stainless steel jewelry adorns his belly button.Â
âA week ago, maybe two?â Han smiles, happy that you noticed. âYou like it?â
âUgh, I love itâ you gush, eyes lit up at the sight of it. âI wish I could get one but I canât.â
Han seems more excited than you at the mention of it. âWhy not? You should get one!â
You freeze, unsure how you want to answer this question. Youâre mortified of the possible awkwardness of the truth but youâve been best friends with these guys far too long to lie to them.Â
âWell, I havenât lost enough weight yet to get one but when I doââ
Changbin stops tattooing, shutting his gun off to stare into your soul. âWhat did I tell you about that? Youâre beautiful how you are. Isnât she beautiful the way she is?â
He poses the question to someone over your shoulder and, as the figure rounds the corner, your heart almost stops beating.
âHmm? Yeahâ Seungmin, the sole piercer in the shop, nods sipping a drink through one of those cute twisty straws. You find pretty much everything the man does attractive but thereâs something especially adorable about this.Â
He disappears into his room with a simple wave and a nod that makes you weak in the knees. Every guy here is like a brother to you but Seungmin? Heâs different. Youâve been head over heels for him, utterly at his mercy, since he started working here.
As far as you know he doesnât have a girlfriend but you havenât figured out how to decipher his trademark grumpiness enough to tell if he has a thing for you too. Far too terrified to make the first move, youâve settled for drooling over your dark haired puppy dog eyed lover from afar.Â
Han nudges you with his elbow, struggling to hold back his laughter, âOoh, you like him.â
Youâre about to knee him in the side but heâs saved by Changbinâs execution of a plot he concocted mere seconds ago. You hadnât noticed that mischievous look on his face but you have now and you donât like it one bit.Â
âSeungmin!â he calls out, flicking his gun on and getting back to work.Â
Seungmin appears in the doorway, more preoccupied with his phone than anything Changbin has to say.Â
âYeah, whatâs up?â
âGot time to do a belly button piercing real quick?â
âDependsâ Seungmin shrugs, finally looking up from his phone, âWhoâs asking?â
âChangbin, noâ you mouth, only to be ignored.Â
Changbin points to you, bubbling with joy at his evil plan. Seungmin folds his tattooed arms across his chest, looking you up and down.
Suddenly youâre second guessing what you wore today. Some combat boots and a short black dress with lace accents. Itâs tight enough to highlight your shape but loose enough to flow a bit when you walk. Is it enough? Is it too much? Why are you even thinking about this?
âYou?â Seungmin asks, raising a curious eyebrow.Â
Fidgeting with the silver heart locket on your necklace, you muster up the courage to actually face him.Â
âI was just, uh, I was thinking about it but Iâm working soâŠâ
Changbin chimes in, not letting you weasel your way out so easily, âJeongin can watch the front deskâ
âI donât even have any jewelry picked out.â
âHe has emergency jewelry back there. Donât you, Seungmin?
Seungmin glances back into his room to check, âIâve got something for her and my next appointment canceled so I have time if she really wants it.â
With no way out, you take a step towards his room, hesitating for a moment. Seungmin gives you a half smile, more than he offers most people. âCome on. I donât bite.â Not that youâd be mad if he did.Â
Giving in, you push forward, glancing over your shoulder to give Changbin a look that says heâll pay for this later. Seungmin steps aside, patiently waiting for you to enter his room before shutting the door behind you. You jump a little when the door clicks shut and you hear him laughing at you.
âNervous?â
âMe? Nervous? No way.âÂ
Youâre lying and he can tell. When you spend your time doing dozens of piercings a day you get good at reading people. Plus the way youâre trembling doesn't exactly make it hard to tell what youâre feeling.Â
âWell youâve got nothing to worry about. Iâll take care of you, okay?â he reassures you, placing a comforting hand on your forearm. His thumb strokes your inner wrist and suddenly your body's electric.
âUh, yeah, for sureâ you nod, your voice light and airy.Â
Seungmin gently squeezes your arm, heading over to his closet to search for something. After a few seconds he pulls out a small fuzzy blanket with a cute Halloween pattern on it.Â
âI need you to pull your dress up for the, well, you knowâ he says, opening the blanket up for you, âBut if youâre not comfortable you can cover up with this.âÂ
âOh, thanks. Thatâs really sweet of you.â You try not to seem too impressed, taking the blanket as he turns his back to you, busying himself by doing some prep.Â
Hiking your dress up over your stomach, you tuck the blanket around your waist to cover your legs. Staring down at the way your soft belly pokes out, your brain goes into crisis mode. Youâd imagined yourself half dressed in a room with Seungmin but this was far easier in your fantasies than in real life. You feel so vulnerable, one of your biggest insecurities laid bare, but thereâs no turning back now. Youâre in this.Â
âSo, are you gonna tell me what all that was about?â Seungmin asks, careful not to catch even the slightest peek at you before youâre ready.Â
âAll of what?â you stutter, your mind temporarily going blank. âOh, that with Changbin? That was just, I donât know, Iâve been wanting this for a while but I was putting it offâŠfor reasons.â
âBecause you donât think youâre âBeautiful the way you areâ?â
You cringe at his question, wishing Changbin hadnât used such a cliche phrase. You squint your eyes, staring into the distance, imagining all the ways youâll torture him for getting you into this.Â
âItâs not thatâ you deny, gearing up for another lie but you back down yet again, âItâs kinda that. I donât know. Iâm not really a girl with a flat stomach.â
Seungmin snaps on a pair of black gloves, âCan I turn around now?â
âMmhmmâ you nod, your dress gathered in a tight fist of fabric above your stomach.
He spins around, pulls up a chair, and flops down in front of you in one fluid motion. He twirls a black marker in one hand, popping the top off with his teeth.
âWho told you that you had to be a girl with a flat stomach?â he asks, inspecting your belly button for the perfect spot. âI like your stomach. I think itâs cute.â
The compliment has the heat formerly warming your cheeks spreading through your entire body. You let out an involuntary giggle and he cracks a smile, a full one this time. The first of its kind in shop history.Â
âYou donât have to say that to be nice.â
Seungmin marks a point, grabbing a hand mirror to show it to you, âYou like it? Yeah? Good. Up on the table.â
You hop up on the table and assume the position. Straight out on your back, hands at your sides. You see it every day. No instruction needed.Â
âI wasnât being nice by the wayâ he says, that handsome face sliding up next to you. âIt is cute. YouâreâŠyouâre really cute.â
Feeling himself begin to blush, he slips out of view to sterilize the area and get the needle ready.
âIâm sorry if that was weird. Was that weird?â he rambles, mostly to himself.Â
Todayâs full of firsts. Youâve never seen him nervous before, you never expected to, but the manâs ears are turning red and he can barely string a sentence together.Â
âItâs not weird, Seungmin. Youâre really cute tooâ you say, despite your own nervousness. Youâve been waiting so long to say that. Itâs a relief to finally get it out.Â
âNow youâre just saying that.â
âIâm not. I do think youâre cute. I always haveâ you confess, âI just never said anything cause I didnât think youâd like me."
Pinching your skin with a set of forceps, he aligns the needle with the tiny mark above your belly button, âDeep breath in.â
You take a deep breath in and the needle pops through like butter. You feel a quick sting followed by a rush of adrenaline. He slips the jewelry through so seamlessly you hardly feel it and youâre all done.Â
âAre you crazy? Iâve liked you forever. Was it not obvious?â he asks, popping off his gloves and taking your hand to sit you up.Â
âWhat? No. It wasnât obvious. Was it supposed to be?â
Seungmin pauses, truly reflecting upon his attempts at flirting. âI tell you âGood morningâ every morning. I tell everyone else to kiss my ass.âÂ
âSo romanticâ you joke before noticing how sincere he is about it.Â
You instantly wonder if heâs stared at you before the way he does now. The truth is that he has, maybe not in the most obvious moments but every chance he gets. When youâre running late in the morning, hurrying in with iced coffee to win everyoneâs sympathy. When youâre all hanging out at Minhoâs place and youâre rambling with Han about the dramas youâve been watching. Or when youâre all out having drinks and youâre simply existing. He has those same stars in his eyes that he does now. Every. Single. Time.Â
Realizing how hard he must be staring, he backs his chair up, giving you enough room to move around. Riding high on the thrill of actually going through with your piercingâyour thoughts jumbled up by the knowledge that these feelings are mutualâyou hop up to check yourself out in the mirror with not a thought given to the fact that the blanket has slipped off.
So here you are, twirling around in front of the mirror with your dress proudly held up. Plush thighs kissing each other. Lacey black panties on full display. A dazzling piece of jewelry dangles from your belly button and your stomach does the happiest jiggle as you delight in your reflection.Â
âYou like it?â Seungmin asks, coming closer to get a better look. Â
âI love it. Itâs so prettyâ you beam, your gaze drawn to something shifting in the reflection.
Seungmin isn't watching you the same way he was anymore. There are notes of something reminiscent of the former innocence and awe but itâs something different entirely. Itâs intense enough that you can feel the air shift in the room. The brown of his eyes seemingly grows deeper the longer he takes in your figure.Â
âYou canât look at me like thatâ you say, your breathing growing shallow as you begin to lose yourself in what you see in the mirror. Watching him watching you.Â
âYou donât want me to?â he asks, patiently awaiting your answer.
You donât feel rushed or pressured. His patience is genuine but his eyes never leave you. They never leave you to question if that look of longing is dedicated to you or not.
You take a deep breath, making one last twirl to face the man that has your pulse racing a mile a minute. It isnât just the way he watches you that has you on the verge of soaking through your new panties. Itâs the way he sits in his chair, slightly tilted back, arms resting on his legs. Itâs like heâs waiting for you, that little grin on his lips daring you to come take a seat.Â
âI want you toâ you say softly enough that youâre unsure if he heard you.Â
Seungmin glides closer to you in his chair, stopping when his knees barely graze your legs. He leans forward, fingertips tracing the outline of your thighs, âYou want me to what?â
As he asks the question, his breath tickles the surface of your skin and you shiver at the sensation.
âI want you toâŠaahâ you gasp as his hands grip the tender flesh of your ass, pulling you in close enough for his lips to meet your stomach. He kisses it carefully and lovingly, taking his time to let his mouth and hands explore all of the softest, fluffiest parts of you.Â
âYou want me toâŠwhat?â he asks, tugging you down into his lap, his lips still wet from kissing your body. It makes it all the more tempting to kiss him. Surrendering to your impulses, you pull him into a kiss so ravenous and full of need that it leaves his head spinning in the best way.Â
You were meant to come in here for a piercing. That was it. Now youâre straddling his lap with your fingers in his hair while his tongueâs halfway down your throat.
Slipping his hands back under your dress, he rests them on your hips, pressing you down into his lap to show you just how hard you've gotten him. Your panties are more soaked than you notice, making the material thin enough that you can feel it all. The thickness of his cock, the texture of his pants, grinding against your sensitive core, bumping your clit each time he raises his hips.
A moan escapes your lips. A weak, cute little thing that only makes him want you more. He breaks from the kiss, charting a course down your neck to tease the curves of your breasts with his tongue.Â
âWho told you that you could be this sexy?âÂ
âI donât knowâ you giggle, a small glimmer of your former shyness coming through, âI could ask you the same thing.â
Wrapping an arm around your waist, he tilts you just enough to give him the space to stroke your clit through your panties, forcing more and more of those sensual moans to pour out of you.Â
âJust promise me you wonât stopâ Seungmin begs, tucking your panties to the side to pet your dripping slit. âKeep being this sexyâŠthis fucking cuteâŠthisâfuck.â He sinks his fingers into your core and you swallow them up eagerly, clenching tightly around them.Â
You throw your head back, your back arched in pleasure. You know without looking that heâs watching you again. You know heâs getting off on how your breasts bounce each time you grind down onto his fingers, your pussy so wet that his whole handâs slick with your juices.Â
Seungmin navigates your body like magic, picking up on your most tender spots and knowing just when to hit them to make you tremble the way you did when you first stepped into this room.Â
Cradling his cheeks in your palms, you come face to face with him, and say to him in the sweetest tone, âFuck me already.â
Taking you into his arms, he sweeps you up out of the chair, and sets you down on the edge of the table.Â
âOh god, I didnât know you could do thatâ you gasp, stunned that he could pick you up. You knew that Seungmin was fit, something more than obvious by the toned body your eyes are graced with when he pulls his shirt off. But fit enough to pick you up like youâre nothing? Now that you didnât expect.Â
âWhat? You didnât expect me to be strong? Iâm hurtâ he pouts, pretending to be offended but not too offended to help you wiggle your dress up over your head.Â
You slide back on the table and right out of your panties. âGet up here and Iâll make it better.âÂ
You spread your legs and heâs right in between them, leaving a trail of kisses behind as he makes his way up to a pussy wet enough to glisten in the glow of the overhead light. He canât resist having a taste, humming at the deliciousness of your arousal dancing on his taste buds.
The tip of his tongue meets your clit, flicking it slowly at first then picking up an unforgiving speed. Your hands find his hair again and youâre writhing on the table, choking back moans with your fingers tangled in the back of his head.
The slurping sounds that fill the room make you want to cum right now. In his mouth. Down his chin. All over that gorgeous face of his. And heâd welcome it happily. Beg you to give him more even. Thatâs how badly he wants you. How badly heâs always wanted you.Â
Seungminâs mouth deserts you unexpectedly, leaving your walls spasming and your stiffened bud twitching in his absence. âAdd that to the list of things you canât stop doingâ he whispers, crawling on top of you.
Youâre beautiful from any angle, thereâs not one he can think of where you arenât, but this has to be his favorite. You look so perfect underneath him. Right where you should be.Â
âGetting eaten out?â you ask, planting a kiss on his shiny pink lips.Â
âI meant tasting so good butâŠâ he muses, the head of his cock throbbing at your entrance, âI can make sure that happens too.â
That first bit of contact, the very first time you feel his cock raw against your pussy, has you purring. Seungmin feeds you just the tip at first, stretching you out little by little, loving everything about how your body reacts to him. Running your nails across his back, you raise your hips, whining for more.Â
âWhat are you whining for, baby?â Seungmin teases, giving you one inch after another, âIs this it? This what you want?âÂ
âAah, yes, I want it. More please. Pleaseâ you plead, your eyes growing glossier the wider youâre stretched.Â
It crosses his mind to spend more time teasing you just a little bit, itâs in his nature to be a bit of an asshole after all, but you feel way too good to play games with. You fit him like a glove and with every thrust he becomes more and more convinced that you mustâve been made for him.Â
âYouâre so perfectâ he praises, massaging your curves, âFuck, I love your body. Your face. Your everything.â
Soaking in the praise and the ecstasy of his length dragging along the ridges of your core, you could swear that you were glowing and, actually, you are. Glowing in his adoration and, courtesy of an accidental glimpse of yourself in the mirror, a fair share of your own.Â
Seungmin catches you looking at yourself and smiles, pounding into you harder. âDonât look awayâ he instructs, holding your head in place, âHave you ever seen how pretty you are when you cum?â
âNâŠnoâ you manage, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from screaming at the tremors each thrust sends through your body.Â
âGood, weâll see it for the first time together then.â
Using his free hand, he grips one of your thighs, pressing your leg back so that he feels even deeper than before. The force is powerful enough that you feel it in your chest, vibrating down to your fingertips.
You canât take your eyes off of your reflection, he wonât let you. Your body moves so beautifully when heâs fucking you that he needs you to see it how he does. You need to see the way your tits bounce and your hips jiggle as the tension builds up inside of you and youâre choking back moans with his name on the tip of your tongue.Â
Seungmin doesnât need you to tell him how close you are. Your body gives him every cue he needs. The tightening of your muscles. The stuttering of your breath. The legs wrapped around his waist, making sure he keeps punishing your sweet spot, pushing you further and further to your breaking point.Â
âMmm, coming. Iâm comingâ you moan, letting your high wash over you.Â
He kisses you on the cheek, refusing to let up on you. âLook at you, coming all over my cockâ he coos, committing every face you make to memory, âSuch a good girl.âÂ
The vision of you is almost too much. Your legs spread out, your brain all fuzzy, your body overstimulated, and your juices pooling on the table below. He canât hold back anymore. He canât ignore the tightness and the warmth of your velvet walls fluttering around him.Â
âOh fuckâ he hisses, pulling out just in time to coat your swollen pussy in a thick glaze of his cum. Itâs hot and tingly on your clit, tickling as it drips between your folds.Â
You stroke his back, comforting him on his way down from his high and he does the same for you, his fingertips running up and down your thighs. The room falls into silence. Not an awkward one but one of comfort. One where you hold each other as long as you want. Not minding the heavy breathing or the sweaty bodies. Just enjoying being together before it dawns on the two of you that youâre both still at work.Â
âShit, shit, shit! The front desk is definitely on fire by nowâ you fuss, rushing to throw your clothes back on.Â
Seungminâs not nearly in as much of a rush as you are. Heâs having too much fun watching you freak out to care about if there's a bunch of agitated customers waiting up front or not.Â
Grabbing you by the wrist, he spins you into a hug that calms you down in an instant.Â
âSo what if it is?â he asks, brushing your hair out of your face, âI have to ask you something important first.â
âImportant? Important like what?â
âImportant like I know we donât close until 2am tonight but could I see you after, maybe?"
You shrug, acting like you donât care when youâre literally screaming on the inside, âI guess so.âÂ
âItâs like that? You âguessâ so?â
Seungmin slaps your ass and draws you into a kiss that has you ready to drop your panties for him for a second time.Â
âFine. I more than guess. Iâd love to see you laterâ you blush, playfully pinching his cheeks, âIâll wait for you up front then?â
He nods, getting one last squeeze out of you before turning you loose. âLet me see it one more time.â
Knowing exactly what he means, you take a step back to flash him your new piercing.Â
âYup, still very hotâ he winks, casually leaning against the table he just fucked your brains out on.Â
You smooth your dress back out, giggling as you skip back out onto the floor to find that everyoneâs staring at you. Machines are buzzing but no oneâs actually doing any work. Even the customers are staring at you waiting to see what happens next.Â
Clearing your throat, you hold your head high, and march across the floor. You manage to hide your excitement just long enough to make it back to the hallway where your joyful squeals can flow freely. You canât remember the last time you felt this excited about something. About someone. About yourself.
You arenât too big for a belly button piercing. It looks sexy as fuck on you, you must admit. And you arenât too big for Seungmin who happens to look sexy as fuck on you too. You feel beautiful the way you are, truly, and thereâs a boy sitting at his station, too busy thinking about you to get anything done, that thinks so too.Â
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Everlasting Sweetheart
(Older!Alpha!Eddie Munson x Omega!Fem!Reader)
Summary: Ever since you presented thereâs never been an alpha that smelled alluring to you. But when you move to Hawkins to be closer to your family you catch the scent of your next door neighbor, who just so happens to be the most handsome older man youâve ever seen, and he smells phenomenal. Itâs just your luck that heâd end up being your dadâs best friend, right? WK:15.3k(Oopsie)
Warnings: General Omegaverse behaviors (scenting, knotting, marking), age gap (Eddie is 41, reader is 27) breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (m & f receiving), some angst (with a happy ending), mutual pining, pregnancy mentions, itâs the mid 00s (around 2007), fluff, Eddie and reader are both so down bad. 18+MDNI!!
A/N: Okay, I truly put my heart and soul into this one. This is the longest fic Iâve ever written and I honestly feel like Dr. Frankenstein and this is my monster. Thank you to my lovely betas @babygorewhore @bimbobaggins69 & @reidsbtch for always being amazing and hyping me up. And a special thank you to my omegaverse Jedi master @lesservillain, thank you for brainstorming with me and gassing me up throughout this entire process, this oneâs for you, shawty. (older!Eddie edit is by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple) Masterlist.
You smelled it the minute you entered the building and it hasnât left your nose since. That musky, woodsy smell that had hints of something spicy sweet, like cinnamon. Itâs been a week since you moved in and you can smell it in every crevice of your apartment. Itâs intoxicating. Youâve never been attracted to the smell of an alpha in this way. But there was only one problem, youâve yet to lay eyes on the owner of the scent. Not for lack of trying either, you took extra long pulling your keys out, put some cute decorations on your front door, you even resorted to peeking out the window every time you heard someone walk by. To no avail.
It was starting to drive you insane, other alphas had smelled good to you before but nothing like this. It was like every time you so much as breathed in your panties got just a little bit more damp. Your hands have been wandering between your legs and reaching for the drawer in your nightstand more often than they have in your entire life and you donât even have a face to blame. Just the scent that you canât even seem to escape even when you leave the house, itâs like itâs sunken into your pores. You sometimes wonder if they can smell you too.
At the almost two week mark you canât take it anymore. Deciding to take matters into your own hands you get out all the ingredients you will need to make your homemade cream pie. Baking for your new neighbors was a completely normal, neighborly, thing to do. You would just make the pie and go knock on the door. Easy.
You spent half the day baking and doing chores between steps, purposefully waiting until the evening time when most people would be home from work to deliver your sugary treat. You were also hyping yourself up. You had no idea who this scent that had been plaguing you belonged to. Was it a man? A woman? Did they already have a mate? If they did you donât think you would be able to smell them this strongly, so youâre banking on them being single.
When 6 oâclock rolls around you decide itâs time to put your plan into motion. You put the finishing touches in the pie before going into your room to find the perfect outfit. Were you just walking ten feet to your neighbors door? Yes. Did you still want to look your best without looking like you tried to look your best? Also yes.
You decide on a little cream dress that has tiny cherries printed all over it and little red bows on the straps, paired with your Mary Janeâs. You put your hair in two braids and do your everyday make up before giving yourself a once over in the mirror. You looked good. The dress fit your figure and accentuated your curves perfectly while also showing off just the right amount of cleavage.
âAlright, you can do this.â You take a deep breath, which doesnât really help because your nose is just invaded with the scent that youâre hoping to put a face to in the next few minutes. You grab the pie and walk out the door before you can talk yourself out of it.
Eddie lets out an annoyed groan at the sound of a knock on his door, he had just got home from a long day of work and was toweling off after his post work shower. He wasnât expecting anyone, who the hell is at his door at 7PM on a Wednesday night unannounced? The only people that come here are his friends, and they always call before.
Thereâs a second round of soft knocks so he quickly finishes drying off his hair before wrapping the dampened cloth around his waist. He pulls the bathroom door open and is immediately hit with the scent. The bathroom filled with steam and the smell of his own shower products seemed to be the only place he could escape it nowadays. But heâs never smelled it this strongly. He knows a new omega moved in next door, heâs been able to smell them since the day they walked into the complex. But heâs yet to catch a glimpse of them. He wasnât sure he wanted to. Eddie gave up on the hope of finding a mate years ago. Every time he tried to be with an omega they either smelled off to him or he smelled off to them.
But ever since he caught a whiff of this scent itâs been plaguing his senses. A scent has never smelled sweeter, or stronger. Itâs like someone turned his house into the best bakery in town. It smelled like whoever lived next door was baking the most delicious cookies anyoneâs ever tasted. When he got home today the sweetness was at an all time high, especially when he walked past his new neighbors door. He couldnât help himself when he stopped outside of it to inhale deeply. It was so delicious it made his head spin. And now? The smell was getting stronger with every step he took towards the door. It made his heart rate speed up and his cock stir under the thin material of the towel around his waist.
He approaches the door and his hand hovers over the knob for a second. He needed to get himself under control. If the owner of the scent thatâs been possessing him for the last two weeks is on the other side he needs to try and keep it together. He sighs, shaking his head so his hair falls off his shoulders before grabbing onto the knob and pulling the door open. The swing of the door kicks up wind, sending the smell wafting directly towards him. It nearly knocks him on his ass, his ears start to ring, his eyes land on a pair of shiny black Mary Janeâs before traveling up a pair of bare legs, hungrily drinking in curves covered by the thin material of a pretty little dress, until they land on the most beautiful face heâs ever seen. Your face. Your eyes are wide, your pupils blown, your dainty ring covered fingers are clutching what looks like a pie tin. The way youâre looking at him like a little deer caught in the headlights is making him want to tackle you to the ground and-
âUh - hi⊠Iâm your new neighbor. I just wanted to say hello and introduce myself, and I uh - I made you this.â You raise the baked good in your hands up between the two of you with a nervous smile.
âOh - um - yeah, thank you, thatâs really nice of you.â He anxiously scratches the back of his neck, returning your smile with a nervous one of his own. âDo you bake a lot? I swear ever since you moved in it smells like someone opened a bakery next door.â
âUsually yes, this is the first time Iâve gotten my baking stuff out since the move though.â He watches as your eyes roam over his bare inked chest, down to his hips where the towel is resting lowly, almost showing off the patch of hair above his cock. Were you checking him out? You had to be almost half his age. What would you want with an old unwanted alpha like him? He needs to get it together. You're just being nice, neighborly. âBut I uh - just wanted to say hello, I wonât keep you. You seem busy.â
âWait!â He didnât even realize how desperate it sounded until it left his lips. God Eddie, snap out of it. âYou didnât even tell me your name, sweetheart.â
âOh! I guess thatâs kind of part of introducing yourself, huh?â You giggle and tell him your name and it goes off like a mantra in his head. âAnd you are?â
âPretty name for a pretty girl. Iâm Eddie.â He offers you a friendly smile, holding his hand out for you to shake. You take it and the minute your skin grazes his itâs like a shockwave is sent through his body. His entire body was on fire. Especially where he was still holding your soft hand in his larger rough one. Oh shit he was still holding onto your hand. âShit, sorry, I just got this towel out of the dryer, must be staticky.â
âHuh? Oh! Thatâs okay, mightâve been me too, I just did some laundry and Iâm out of dryer sheets.â You shrug, pulling your hand from his. He immediately feels cold, and misses the feeling of your touch. What is going on with him? No one has ever had this kind of effect on him. He doesnât even know you. But god he wants to. Your sweet voice, your otherworldly scent, your curves in that little dress you were wearing. Your hair was off your neck and he could see your mating gland so clearly. He wanted to sink his teeth into it. A shiver runs through him at the thought.
âOh Iâm sorry! You must be so cold standing here, I wonât keep you. Here! I hope you like it, itâs my signature cream pie!â You hold the pie out to him with the sweetest smile on your face. God was everything about you sweet? And you baked for him? A cream pie? No omega has ever made anything for him and it was doing things to him he wished it wasnât. He needs to get away from you before he pops a very noticeable boner through his towel.
âThank you om- sweetheart, that was very sweet of you.â He takes the pie from you, giving you the most casual smile he can muster.
âNo problem, baking relaxes me, so it was my pleasure.â You clasp your hands together in front of you, rocking back and forth in your heels a few times. âWell Iâll uh - see you around, Eddie. It was nice meeting you.â
âYeah, it was nice to meet you too, thanks again for the pie. Have a good night.â He offers you a small smile and a nod before heâs rushing back inside, slamming the door behind him. âFuck.â
Itâs been a few days since you finally put a face to the scent that feels like it has been clogging your every pore. But it was like somehow the encounter enhanced it by tenfold. You donât know who you were expecting to be on the other side of that door but that man is something straight out of your fantasies. He was gorgeous. His curly chestnut hair was slightly dripping from the shower, droplets sliding down his broad tattooed chest. The muscles in his abs and arms, which were also covered in tattoos, made it seem like he definitely spent some of his time working out. His face was gorgeous, the way he smiled at you and the shine of his brown doe eyes made you feel like your insides were melting. But most of all? Smelling him that close made your head spin. Youâd never smelled anything or anyone like him. You wanted to bottle it up and snort it like your new favorite drug.
Just because you havenât seen him, it doesnât mean you havenât tried. You find yourself peeking out your window when you hear footsteps in the hallway an embarrassing amount, you linger in your doorway when youâre coming and going more often than not, and you even started spending more time on your balcony in hope that he might decide to use his at the same time as you. To no avail. But the walls were thin, so you could hear him, and even though the building was supposed to be a secondary gender coed complex with insulated walls, you could still smell him. Constantly.
Sometimes youâd hear him playing 80s metal while slight grunts floated through the walls. You couldnât tell if he was working out or jerking off but you honestly hoped for the ladder. Youâd hear him clanking around in his kitchen, singing along to dorky dad rock, the kind of shit your dad listens to. Sometimes youâd hear him playing guitar and you arenât even ashamed to admit that youâve pleasured yourself to the sound once or twice, wrapped in a veil of his scent as it travels through your shared bedroom wall.
He was driving you insane, you needed to see him again. So when you were baking your dads favorite chocolate cupcakes you decided it wouldnât hurt to make a few extra for Eddie. It gave you a chance to see him again, and baking also genuinely calmed you. You knew it was definitely mostly your biological instinct but you genuinely enjoyed caring for others. Cooking for them, helping them with self care, offering comforting touches, it all soothed something and scratched an itch inside you that could only be described as primal.
You frosted the cupcakes, putting a few of them in a separate container for Eddie before going to get dressed. You noticed he usually got home around 5:30PM and judging by your last visit he usually showered immediately so you had some time to figure out your outfit and fix your hair and make up to your liking. You decided to go with a little black mini skirt, a cropped black cardigan with nothing underneath, your white ruffle socks, and your Mary Janeâs. You put your hair in two low pigtails and tie white ribbons around each one. You grab the cupcakes off the counter and walk out the door a little after 6:45PM.
You take a deep breath, which literally does nothing to help you while youâre standing right outside his front door, his scent invading your nostrils, making your head spin. You knock on the door lightly before taking a step back, adjusting your already straight skirt out of nervousness. You hear footsteps on the other side of the door and as the knob turns your heart rate quickens.
âOh, hi.â Eddieâs eyes are wide, and he scratches the back of his neck in a way that makes you think heâs almost nervous. But he couldnât be, could he? This man was gorgeous, and he smelled phenomenal, he had to be popular with women, right? Thereâs no way he wasnât. He was wearing fucking grey sweatpants this time, and an old band tee that he cut the neck and hem off of. He also cut off the sleeves, exposing his toned arms and his tattooed ribs.
âHey! I was baking cupcakes for my dad and I made more than him or I will ever need to eat, so I figured Iâd bring you some of the extras!â You smile at him sweetly as you hold up the container.
âThatâs⊠really sweet, thanks.â Is he blushing? Cute. He takes the container from you, your fingers brush and send that same shockwave through your entire body, causing you to let out a small gasp. It was so small that if you werenât in the worlds most echo prone hallway he probably wouldnât have heard it.
âOf course, itâs really no trouble at all. Did you uh - enjoy the pie?â You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.
âYeah, fuck, it was delicious, sweetheart. Thank you. Iâve never had a pie that good before. You some kind of professional baker or something?â He gives you a lopsided grin and it relieves some of the tension in the air. But the nickname and the glint in his eye pick up your heart rate in a different way and you have to stop yourself from clenching your
thighs at the combination of the sight and smell of him.
âOh nothing like that, I mean, I just opened a little bakery downtown and I went to culinary school but I wouldnât call myself a professional or anything.â You giggle, twirling a strand of your hair around your fingers.
âThatâs a professional in my book, youâre like a certified dealer of baked goods.â He chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows at you playfully and it makes butterflies erupt in your tummy.
âIf you say so.â You giggle again, rocking back and forth on your feet. âBut Iâm glad you liked the pie, I hope you like these too. If you ever have any requests Iâd love to make you something youâre actually craving sometime.â
You didnât realize how suggestive that sounded until Eddie started going into a coughing fit, choking on air at your words.
âSorry I - didnât mean - â
âHey, Iâd love for you to give me something Iâm craving sometime, sugar.â He smirks, his eyes momentarily unashamedly roaming your figure. âIâm a big fan of peach cobbler, if you ever want to go to all the trouble for an old man like me.â
âPsh! Youâre not even that old! How old are you, like 35?â You playfully roll your eyes at him, feeling calmed by his demeanor yet again.
âTry 41, sweets.â He chuckles, his hand coming up to rub the well trimmed stubble on his chin. Now that his hair is dry you can see a few grays throughout and if anything it just makes him sexier. âAnd what about you, huh? Bet Iâm like twice your age.â
âNot even! Iâll have you know Iâm 27.â You tell him matter of factly.
âAlright, you got me there, bet you still get carded at all the bars, huh? Pretty little thing like you.â Oh god, heâs fully flirting with you now.
âHey I could say the same for you, handsome. I thought you were younger. You look good.â You wink at him, taking an opportunity to let your eyes roam him for a moment. âYou should taste them, the cupcakes.â
âAlright, as you wish.â He pops open the container, taking one of the chocolatey treats in his ring adorned tattooed hand. He pulls back the shiny red paper, and takes a large bite. His eyes roll back and a moan leaves the back of his throat. You have to hold in one of your own at the sound. You canât help but imagine what he looks like when he cums in that moment. âFuuuuck this is so goddamn good, thank you, sweetheart.â
âYeah, sure Eddie, anytime. Iâll uh, see you around?â You smile at him hopefully.
âYeah, Iâll be around. If you ever need anything, let me know, alright?â He returns your smile, using his thumb to push some frosting on the corner of his mouth between his lips, sucking it off. Alright, time to go, before you say or do something stupid.
âCool, same to you. Have a good night.â You offer him a small wave.
âYeah, have a good night, sugar.â
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Eddie was starting to think you put a spell on him, he had only spoken to you twice and you were all he could think about it. He found his mind wandering when he was at work, almost tattooing his clients on autopilot. His coworkers all called him out, asking who the âspecial ladyâ who had his head in the clouds was. He brushed them off, of course. You werenât really anything to him other than his neighbor, but that didnât mean you werenât necessarily special. There was just something about you. He couldnât quite put his finger on it but it was like part of him was missing when you werenât around. Which sounded ridiculous, but it didnât help that he could smell you constantly. Even when he wasnât at home it was like your scent was embedded in his fucking bones.
The fact that you kept baking for him didnât help, it was doing something to the alpha in him that heâs never experienced. Heâs never had an omega fuss over him in any way, so you were really pulling on his heart strings. It didnât hurt that you were a knockout. You were absolutely the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He didnât think youâd be interested in him, due to his age, but you were definitely flirting with him when you brought him those cupcakes yesterday. Eddieâs dating game might be rusty, but he wasnât blind. He still had his doubts, you could just be having some fun with your new neighbor. Omegas were never interested in him for more than a quick fuck, the amount of times heâs been told that something about his scent was just âoffâ has left him insecure and rough around the edges.
Heâs deep in his thoughts about you when he exits the elevator to your shared floor, where heâs immediately flooded with your scent like he always is. But something about it today was off, and not in the way those omegas meant about his being off, you were distressed. He could tell from the way you smelled just a little sour, but still so so good. It immediately sent him into a panic, were you okay? Did someone hurt you? Did you need help?
He swiftly turns the corner to your hall and he sees you standing in front of your door with your cell phone held to your ear. Youâre anxiously tapping your foot while you chew on the nails of your free hand. Whoever youâre calling clearly doesnât answer because you throw your head back, slamming the flip phone shut with a groan.
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The sound of heavy footsteps has you whipping your head in the direction of your intruder. Something inside you softens at the sight of Eddie approaching you with a concerned look on his face. You had been trying to call the property company for the last hour. After you took a shower you tried to turn it off but no matter how hard you turn it the hot water knob won't budge. So your shower had been running for the last hour and a half at least.
âHey, are you alright?â The concern in his voice matched the furrow in his brow, it was almost like you could even smell his concern dripping into his scent. You wonder if maybe his alpha nose caught a whiff of your distress. Youâve been told by other alphas you smell awful when youâre upset.
âYeah, no, kind of? I donât know. My shower wonât shut off and the stupid fucking property management isnât picking up their emergency phone.â You huff, clutching your little hot pink razor in your hand.
âYeah, they basically never answer that damn phone, they might as well just stop giving it out at this point. These faucets are old and finicky, mine gets stuck from corrosion all the time. I can check it out, if you want?â
âAre you sure? I donât want to be a bother, but Iâd really appreciate the help. I can cook up a storm but I donât know a damn thing when it comes to things like this.â Your lips form into a pout and Eddie wants to kiss it off so badly. It was becoming increasingly harder each time he sees you to control himself around you.
âItâs not a bother, sugar. I told you to tell me if you needed anything, remember? I think this qualifies. Let me just grab my tools, alright?â He shoots you a wink that has you almost forgetting why you were even upset a few seconds ago.
It only took him a few minutes to come back out of his apartment with his tools in hand. If he was being honest he spent a little extra time trying to calm himself down before going inside your home. Surrounded by your scent and all things you. You smile sweetly at him, opening your front door to let him inside.
Eddie feels like the wind got knocked out of him the minute he steps into your apartment. If he thought your smell was overpowering in his house it was mind altering inside your own. His knees felt like they were going to give out and he had to will himself to not get hard. He took a quick look around while you led him towards the bathroom. Your decor was cute, it had an almost vintage witchy kind of feel to it and it was extremely cozy. Your purple velvet couch and the framed horror movie posters give him a tiny bit of insight on who you are. You had candles lit, and your radio was quietly playing some kind of whiny emo sounding music heâs heard in passing but couldnât name. It was all so unique, just like your scent.
âOkay so, the cold knob and the shower knob work just fine but the hot wonât turn off. Itâs like stuck or something.â You walk into the bathroom and he follows, pushing back your black and purple moonphase curtain. You take advantage of the opportunity to ogle him while his back is turned to you. He looks good today. A plain black tee shirt is tight on his broad shoulders, black jeans that are ripped at the knees and hug his ass just right, and black doc martens on his feet. His hair is tied back in a low bun and he has his usual rings on his fingers, a studded belt and a pants chain complete the look. He was so fucking hot. Damn.
âYeah, itâs just a little bit of corrosion. Easy fix.â He looks over his shoulder at you and you try to avert your gaze, or at least close your fucking mouth but you can tell by the smirk he gives you that he caught you gawking.
âSweet. Thanks, Eddie.â You give him the most composed smile you can. Having him in your home was making you dizzy. Youâve never felt like this before. Youâve been around plenty of and even slept with a few other alphas but something about Eddie was different. Itâs like someone made him in a factory, just for you. You wanted to climb him like a tree and shove your nose in his scent gland if you were being honest.
âSure thing, sugar.â He leans over to grab a few tools from his toolbox and his tee shirt rides up, revealing a delicious silver of tattooed skin. The way his hands looked gripping the tools and the grunts he was letting out as he started to loosen the knob had you clenching your thighs. Not only did he look absolutely delicious, he was also taking care of you, and the omega inside warmed at the thought. His neck muscles flexed and the veins on his hands were bulging. His musky scent filled the room, and it was starting to make you dizzy. You felt a layer of sweat starting to build on your skin underneath your hoodie and you suddenly felt like how you feel the days leading up to your heat.
âIâm thirsty, do you want anything to drink?â Your voice comes out as a little shaky, despite your best efforts to center yourself. âI have umm⊠water, fresh squeezed lemonade, milk, tea, I could make coffee, I think I have some red wine.â
âIâll take some of that lemonade, if you donât mind.â He turns his body to look at you, a boyish grin plastered on his face.
âOne lemonade, coming right up.â You give him a thumbs up you immediately decide was probably as awkward as the smile on your face. You just need to get away from him for a second. You turn and rush out of the bathroom, your knees buckling as you grasp onto the kitchen counter for support. âJesus Christ, get it together.â
Your heat wasnât due for another two weeks but you felt like it was going to happen any second. Your head was spinning, you felt feverish, the warmth of your skin causing you to rip your hoodie over your head, leaving you in just your small cropped tank and your sleep shorts. But it still felt like too much. A stabbing pain shoots through your core and causes you to cry out.
Eddie tightens the wrench tight, turning the knob off and on a few times to make sure itâs working right. When it works both times he smiles triumphantly. His smile drops immediately when he hears you cry out in what sounds like pain. He drops the wrench on the ground and runs out of the room in a panic. The minute he enters the kitchen he starts to feel dizzy. Your scent is stronger and sweeter than ever before, your hoodie is discarded on the ground next to you leaving your curves exposed to him in your little pajamas. But thatâs not even the worst part. Your body is folded over the kitchen counter and covered in a shein layer of sweat, youâre panting while little whimpers escape from your lips. But worst of all? Thereâs saccharine sweet slick dripping down your thighs. Fuck.
âHey, are you okay?â Eddie wants to kick himself for asking, obviously youâre not. You tense at the sound of his voice, but you donât turn to look at him. A whine louder than the others leaves your lips and your body shakes slightly.
âNo - I - yeah, Iâll be fine. This is embarrassing, Iâm sorry. I wasnât due for my heat for a few weeks I wouldnât have invited you in if-â
âHey.â His large hand on your shoulder makes you jump at first but then it sends a feeling of relief washing through you. His scent is still overwhelming but itâs also so soothing. You want to throw yourself into his arms and inhale his scent gland until you canât breathe anymore. âDonât be embarrassed, itâs totally natural, Iâm not judging you or anything. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Your shower is fixed. I should uh - I should go.â
A whine involuntary wracks through you at the thought of him leaving, but if you asked him to stay and help you, would he? He hardly knew you. You donât even know if you smell good to him or not. But the primal part of your brain doesnât care, the primal part of you just wants him to make it all go away.
âIâm sorry, I just know if I stay here Iâm not going to be able to control myself and I donât want to do anything to take advantage of you or make you uncomfortable.â He pats your shoulder awkwardly, itâs taking everything in him not to rip those shorts in half and shove his cock balls deep inside you in one thrust. He knows he could, your little omega pussy is dripping and ready for his knot. Every single instinct in his body is screaming at him to help you. The thought of leaving you here alone makes him want to puke, but he also doesnât want to take advantage of your vulnerable state. He doesnât want you to do anything youâd regret later because he doesnât know if he can handle being one of your regrets.
âPlease.â It comes out a broken whisper but Eddie could hear you loud and clear. He was pretty sure he knew what you were asking, but he needed you to tell him.
âPlease what, sugar?â His large calloused hand runs up and down your arm and you try to hold in the moan that escapes you but it slips past your lips anyways. His touch is like what you imagine taking a hit of hard drugs feels like.
âPlease, help me Eddie.â You turn your head towards him, your cheek squished up against the cool countertop. You look up at him through your lashes, your lips forced into a pout. âMake it go away.â
âSweetheart⊠are you sure? I donât want you to do something youâll regret once you have a clear headâŠâ He pushes your hair out of your face, his thumb running along the apple of your cheek. You subconsciously nuzzle into his palm and youâre just so sweet he wants to devour you.
âWonât regret it. Want you so bad. I can smell you all the time, you smell so good. You make me crazy. Please, I need you.â Eddie lets out an exasperated breath. So you could smell him too, and he smelled good to you. Heâs never had an omega tell him that and it filled him with pride. Heâs never felt truly needed by someone in the way his body biologically desired, heâs never spent a heat with an omega before. Now this pretty little thing was practically begging for him. How could he refuse?
âI can smell you too, ya know? The day you moved in I caught your scent. Iâve never smelled anything like you before, and youâre so beautiful. If we do this I donât know how Iâm going to let you go afterwards.â
âThen donât.â You say it so matter of fact, and he can tell your awareness was slipping, soon all youâd be able to think about was his knot.
âAre you positive about this? I mean it, Iâm already addicted to you and I havenât even tasted you yet.â His thick thumb runs over your pouty bottom lip and you dart your tongue across the pad of it. You moan, the taste of his sweat sending another wave of slick down your legs.
âIâve never been more sure about anything, alpha.â Eddie fucking growls at that, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder. He carries you to your room and tosses you on the bed. He leans over you, his ink adorned forearms on either side of your head. His face is inches from yours and you canât take it anymore, you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth down to connect his lips to your own.
When your lips connect both of your bodies feel like theyâre on fire, Eddie suddenly feels the overpowering need to protect you from anything and everything for the rest of his life, to sink his teeth into the juncture of your neck, and stuff you full of his cum. Plugging it with his knot so none escapes, and he doesnât want to stop until you have his baby inside you. Heâs not even in his rut and heâs never felt like this before in his life. Your tongues intertwine and heâs never tasted anything so sweet. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, savoring your taste, drinking up your moans.
âFuck, you taste so sweet, just like sugar.â He kisses down your jaw to your throat, leaving open mouth kisses on your scent gland. He stops there to shove his nose in your neck, inhaling deeply. His eyes roll in the back of his head and he lets out a feral moan. âNever smelled anything sweeter either, most omegas smell a little off to me, but you? You smell divine, sweet thing.â
âMmm Eddie, you smell so good too, never smelled anyone as good as you.â Your mind is clouded with lust, the fever rising in your body and the pain in your abdomen due to your heat making you dizzy. He pushes the front of your tank top down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. Your back arches off the bed and your hands find purchase in his hair again. He reaches back to pull it free from the hair tie, his mouth switching to your other nipple.
âGlad I smell good to you, most alphas say I smell weird.â He pulls your tank top down to your hips before pushing it down with your shorts in one swift motion, leaving you in just your soaked cotton thong.
âFunny, youâre the first omega to ever tell me I smell good to them too. Maybe we were meant to be baby.â He jokes, sending you a wink before latching his mouth onto your clothed core. A growl rips through him, if he thought your spit tasted good the taste of your slick had to be the most divine cuisine known to man. His tongue flicks out to lick your sensitive clit through the material of your panties and you buck against his mouth.
âMore.â If you werenât so far gone youâd be embarrassed at how broken and desperate your voice sounds but you couldnât find it in yourself to care. All you could think about was Eddie Eddie Eddie.
âIâll give you anything you want, baby girl, donât worry. Iâm gonna take care of you.â He rips your panties down your legs and hooks your thighs over his shoulders. His face finds your now bare dripping core and he licks a stripe through your slick folds. You moan in unison, you at the feeling, and him at your intoxicating taste. He starts to tongue fuck you as deep as he can, swirling his tongue around inside your walls, collecting your nector on his tongue.
He plunges his tongue into you a few more times, savoring your taste, before dragging it up to circle your clit. The minute he wraps his lips around the sensitive bud an orgasm rips through your body. Your thighs try to clamp shut around his head and your hips raise off the bed. Eddie uses one of his hands to hold you down by the hips while two of his thick fingers circle your entrance before heâs inserting them inside you. He continues to suck on your clit and you donât even have time to come down from your first orgasm before another one is being ripped from you. Feral moans leave your lips as you rock your hips against him.
âFUCK EDDIE! Shit! Is too much, too much, sensitive.â You whine, pushing your hands against his head. He growls, his tongue licking every inch of your slick covered core before finally pulling away.
âSorry baby, you just taste so fucking good, and those little moans are my new favorite song. Shit.â He sits up, his stubble covered chin is coated in your slick and heâs looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. Youâd let him if he asked. He kisses his way up your torso, stopping to pay your tits and scent gland a little extra attention. When his lips meet your own they taste like you and him combined and you whine into his mouth.
âEddie, please? Please fuck me? I need to feel you please please please.â Youâre begging even though you know heâs going to give you what you want, but all you can think about is him burying himself deep inside you, filling you up with his knot and his cum, making all the pain go away.
âHey, hey, shhh, itâs okay, sweet thing. Your alpha is gonna make it all go away, okay? Gonna take care of you little omega.â Your alpha, you like the sound of that.
âYouâre wearing too much, take it off.â You whine, pulling at the hem of his shirt. The materials of his clothes feel suffocating against your already hot skin, and you want to feel him. He obliges, standing up to pull his shirt over his head. Your eyes roam his figure, your tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip at the sight of his ink covered muscular form. He kicks off his shoes and his hands make quick work of his belt, he undoes his pants, pushing them down with his boxers. His cock springs free, slapping against his bare stomach and a bit of drool actually dribbles down your chin. Heâs perfect. Every inch of him.
âFuck Eddie, youâre beautiful.â
âComing from you, sugar? Thatâs a high honor.â He smirks, leaning over you. He takes your chin in his hand, using the grip to place a bruising kiss on your lips. He uses one hand to prop himself up on the bed while he grabs onto his thick cock in the other, running it through your folds. He taps it against your clit a few times, the combination of your slick and his precum causing it to make a sticky wet sound.
He pushes the tip of his cock into your entrance, pulling it out and pushing it back in a few times. You wiggle your hips impatiently, trying to shove him deeper inside you. He finally takes the hint, shoving his cock halfway inside you before pulling it almost all the way out again. When he pushes into you again he doesnât stop until his balls are flush against your ass.
âOh my god, shit!â Your hands clutch onto his back, your nails leaving crescent shaped marks in his skin.
âOh fuuuuuck, your pussy is sucking me in baby. You feel so fucking good.â Almost too good, if he was being honest with himself. Heâs fucked a few omegas, but never on their heat, and nobody has ever made him feel like this. It just felt so fucking right. All of it. Your scent, your touch, your kiss. It really was like you were made for him. And even though his mind was clouded with lust, as he snapped his hips into yours, burying himself deep inside you over and over again it all started to make sense to him.
He had learned a little bit about soul bounds back in highschool and he knew a few people in his life that had them but theyâre so rare nowadays he had never given them much thought. But the way his ears rang when he first saw you, the electric shockwave that went through the both of you when you shook hands, how he can smell you everywhere. The fact that youâre the first omega to truly smell good to him, and heâs the first alpha to smell good to you. It all clicks into place. You were his fated mate. You really were meant for him.
âEddieeee, you feel so good, youâre filling me up so good, Iâve never - fuck - Iâve never felt like this before.â Your nails run down his back and your walls clench around his cock as another orgasm takes you by surprise, a rush of slick coating his cock and both of your thighs. He decides while youâre fucked out like this isnât the time to tell you about his realization, he doesnât think you know. Heâs not even sure if they still educate kids on these kinds of bonds given their rarity.
âThatâs a good girl sugar, taking me so well, you gonna let me fill this little pussy up?â He grunts as he thrusts into you deep and hard. His nose finds your scent gland and he sharply inhales. âGod baby, you smell so good, my sweet little omega, my sugar.â
His tongue laves out over the juncture of your throat, his teeth lightly brushing over it. God it would be so easy to just sink his teeth into your neck and mark you as his for the rest of your lives. He can tell you want him to, by the way you turn your head to bare your neck to him.
âDo it, I want it.â Itâs like you read his mind.
âBaby, no. Not right now, if you still want it when youâre more clear headed we can talk about it, okay?â It was taking everything in him not to do what you were asking, he was fighting against every single instinct in his body.
âEddie, I don't think Iâve ever thought more clearly about anything in my entire life, please? I want to be yours.â You mean it. Youâve thought about it before now, laid in bed at night as you listen to him strum his guitar. Youâve thought about more than just fucking him, youâve fantasized about a life with him. Even if you barely knew him, you knew you wanted him.
His thrusts falter at that, he doesnât know how long he can resist your begging. Especially when youâre begging for this. He doesnât respond, just starts fucking you harder. His thumb finds your clit and he starts to circle it in time with his thrusts. His lips latch onto your neck and suck, if he canât give you what you truly want right now, he hopes youâll at least take this temporary mark. âPlease alpha? Please just do it? I want it so bad, want your mark. Want your knot.â
âI know sugar, I know.â He mumbles against your neck before latching back onto it, continuing to suck bruising marks into your skin. âWhy donât you cum for me? Cum for your alpha.â
He angles his hips so the head of his cock is brushing against your sweet spot, picking up the speed of the circles on your clit. He runs his teeth along your throat, not quite biting down but nipping at it. Itâs all so good, and it sends you hurtling into another mind altering orgasm.
âOh fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod, Eddie! Iâm cumming!â You wrap your legs around his waist, more slick gushes from you and your nails are digging so deep into his back heâs sure youâre starting to draw blood. He hopes you leave him some little marks of his own. He wouldnât mind, if you bit down on his neck too. He knows itâs taboo for omegas to mark alphas but he wants to be connected to you, owned by you, in every way possible.
âThatâs a good girl, good fucking girl, sweetheart. Youâre so beautiful when you cum on my cock.â His hands grasp onto your hips and he leans up onto his knees as he continues to fuck into you. Your hands clutch onto his forearms and your tits bounce deliciously with every thrust.
âWant you to fill me up, alpha. Fill me with your cum, put a pup inside me.â Youâre cock drunk off your ass, your eyes rolled back and brimmed with tears, drool dripping from your mouth and your words are slurred as you babble things youâd never dream of saying in a normal state of mind. But Eddie hears you loud and clear, and he knows you probably donât really mean that. But hearing it? It makes him feral.
âYeah? You want me to fuck a baby into you, is that it? Want me to mark you and knot you and plug you full of my cum?â
âYes! Fuck! Please fill me up, let me give you a baby, alpha!!â Eddie lets out an animalistic growl, a few more harsh thrusts and heâs spilling inside you. He shoves his hips flush against yours as ropes of his cum paint your walls.
âOh fuuuuckkk, oh my god, shit.â Your pussy squeezes him like a vice grip, the feeling of him filling you up sending you over the edge with him. You milk him for all heâs worth, the head of his cock starts to flare and you whimper when his knot pops inside of you. âJesus Christ.â
You both pant as he grabs onto your thighs so he can flip over with you on top of him. You lay your head on his chest and nuzzle into it, feeling safe and warm, and for the moment satisfied. Youâre both quiet for a while, catching your breath and coming down from your highs.
âEddie I-â
âHey.â He shushes you, comfortingly running his hand down your back. âItâs okay, donât stress, alright sugar? We can talk about all of this once youâre more clear headed. Letâs just relax for now.â
âWill you⊠stay?â Your voice is small, but hopeful.
âI donât think Iâm going anywhere darlinâ, we are kind of connected right now.â He chuckles and it makes you laugh. âEven longer if you keep laughing like that, clenching around me and shit.â
âSorry.â You giggle. âWill you stay⊠till itâs over?â You really hope he knows what you mean, because you already feel awkward enough asking as it is.
âYou want me to stay with you through your heat?â His heart rate picks up, and the alpha in him sings with pride. He really hopes thatâs whatâs youâre asking.
âYeah, only if you want, no pressure or anything I-â
âBaby, Iâd be honored.â His hand cups your face, tilting it towards him so he can look you in the eyes. He smiles at you sweetly, his mate. He places a gentle kiss on your lips, which you return with glee. âIâll stay as long as youâll have me.â
Would it be crazy if you said you wanted him to stay forever? Probably. Maybe not, since you were just begging him to mark you and knock you up a few minutes ago. You decide against it though, laying your head back on his chest. You shove your nose into his scent gland, inhaling him. Youâve never felt this safe with an alpha, or anyone who wasnât your family, really. You could get used to this. You only hoped he would still want to be around you when your heat was over.
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Eddie kept true to his word, staying with you through your heat for a full week. He only left once, on the second day to go to the store for some groceries and to get things from his apartment for himself. It was a good thing he did because later that night he went into his rut and it just made the entire experience more intimate and feral. He fucked you more times and in more ways than you could count. But you didnât just have sex, you also spent a lot of time talking, and getting to know each other.
He told you about his time growing up here, and how it wasnât the best for him. You found out that heâs a tattoo artist, and he rides and works on motorcycles. He used to be in a band when he was younger, they still jam together sometimes but they donât play bar shows anymore. Heâs never had an omega before, not even an unofficial mate, and he explained to you that itâs because heâs never felt connected to anyone until he met you. You told him it was about the same for you. When you first presented your boyfriend at the time was an alpha and he smelled awful to you the minute his pheromones hit your nose, so you ended up breaking it off.
The morning you both woke up feeling like yourselves again you were both a bit timid. You still had another day off but he had clients today. He left to get ready for work, departing with a kiss and a promise to talk later tonight. You were hopeful. For the first time in a very long time, or maybe ever, you felt truly connected to someone.
Since you had the day off you decided youâd go visit your dad at work, you havenât seen him since you took him those chocolate cupcakes last week and you figured youâd surprise him. He was the reason you moved here after all. He helped you open the bakery. You and him have always been close, your mom wasnât really around when you were growing up so it was just you and him. He lived in Hawkins but he owned a tattoo shop in the next town over, only about a thirty five minute drive if there wasnât traffic.
You went for a more simple look today, flare leggings and a cropped zip up with your doc martens. Perfect for the mid September Indiana weather. The drive went smoothly, youâve been to your dads shop a few times, years ago when you were in your early 20s. But you havenât seen it in a long time, usually when you visit him you just go to his house.
You push open the art covered door to the shop, the bell on the handle hits against the glass on the door and Tami, your dads wife, greets you with a surprised smile from behind the front desk.
âWell look what the cat dragged in, to what do we owe the pleasure, little lady?â Youâve always liked Tami, she and your dad got married when you were nineteen, after you had already moved out. But she was like the cool cigarette mom you never had growing up. She was probably Eddieâs age or a little younger, your dad was in his mid fifties. But she was beautiful, she looked like she stepped right out of an 80s rock music video. With her teased blonde hair and blue eyeshadow, her body adorned with almost as many tats as your dads.
âI had the day off, just figured Iâd come say hey.â Your smile falters for a moment when you catch a strong whiff of Eddieâs scent, you didnât think it would still be so strong after you showered. You knew your dad was going to ask questions, especially with the crime scene you had on your neck that you didnât bother to cover up. You werenât ashamed of them, you wanted people to know you were taken.
âHey Tami do you have the reference photo for my five o'clock? I need to start drawing it up.â Your eyes shot in the direction of his voice, your heart rate immediately picking up. Okay so, you had definitely caught his scent, and it wasnât on you. Why was he here? Oh god. He works for your fucking dad? Shit. Why didnât you think of that? The motorcycles, tattoos, it all makes sense now. Your dad has told you about Eddie, you just didnât think it was going to be this Eddie.
He smells you before he sees you, for a second he thought it was just your scent lingering on him like it has been for weeks now but then he saw you. He wasnât mad you were here, just surprised. He was about to ask you how you knew where he worked when your dad came bounding out the back.
âHoney! Whatâre you doing here? Did you bring sweets?â Eddie has never seen your dad smile like that at anyone besides Tami, was he cheating on Tami? Did they have a side piece he didnât know about?
âHey dad, yeah I uh - I brought you some cookies!â Dad!? Holy fuck. Thatâs when your name goes off like an alarm in Eddieâs head, he didnât think to make that connection until now. Heâs seen pictures of you as a kid, and even a few of you as a teenager but you looked so different now he never wouldâve recognized you from those. You were Daleâs fucking daughter? Jesus Christ. He was so fucking fucked.
âYouâre too good to me, the best daughter ever, I swear.â Your dad walks over to you and engulfs you in a hug, taking the container filled with cookies from your hands when he pulls away. âAlthough, whatâs going on with this crime scene on your neck? You have a little boyfriend here already?â
âHa! Thanks dad, youâre the best too. Its uh - thereâs not really a label on it yet or anything, if thereâs anything to tell, Iâll let you know.â You smile at him, clearing your throat. You avoid making eye contact with Eddie, knowing youâll probably lose your cool if you do. Especially when your dad is talking about what he did to your neck. Youâre trying really hard to keep calm but youâre practically screaming on the inside. Eddie worked for your dad, and had for almost a decade now. Heâs told you about Eddie, theyâre close friends, and your dad was his tattoo mentor. He probably wouldnât want to see you now. You felt like your heart was breaking already. You were definitely going to have to find a new apartment.
âAngel, this is Eddie, Eddie this is my daughter.â Your dad says your name so proudly it makes you internally cringe. You fucked his friend. Not just fucked, you spent your heat and his rut with him. You asked him to mark you, he knotted you, and if you were being honest? You hadnât been clear headed enough to think about it until today but you werenât on birth control.
âWe know each other actually!â Eddieâs eyes look like theyâre going to burst out of his head, and he coughs, choking on his spit. âHeâs my neighbor! Youâd know that if you came to see my place already, dad.â You roll your eyes at him playfully, trying to start up your usual banter, hoping youâre pulling it off.
âOh, yeah! She moved into Chrisâ old place, she baked for me and I helped her with her shower. You raised a good one, Dale.â Eddie smiles at his old friend, his heart feeling like it was going to fall out of his ass. He knew how protective your dad was of you, he remembers how he used to talk shit about your old beta boyfriend. Not only that but Dale was one of the big alphas in the area, if he casted Eddie out, everyone would.
âAww! Good man Ed, thanks for helping my girl out. And you! Howâs the bakery? Things good?â Your dad takes a large bite of one of the cookies, his other hand lovingly shaking your shoulder.
âItâs good, yeah, things are good. You were right about putting it close to the highschool, tons of kids come in on their lunches and even some teachers too. Iâm working on perfecting this new pie recipe right now, Iâll have to bring you a few different slices to try out.â
âWell duh, Iâm always right, and I swear youâre trying to fatten me up.â Your dad laughs his signature laugh, itâs deep, bellowy, and contagious. You loved him so much. But that didnât change how you felt about Eddie, if he still wanted to see you, you wouldnât turn him down.
You made small talk with your dad and Tami for a bit longer, Eddie had excused himself to the back and it honestly made you want to cry right then and there. You wish your dad and step mom a goodbye without seeing him again and walk out of the shop with a heavy heart. You drive home on autopilot, your thoughts racing a mile a minute.
When you get home you flop yourself down on the couch in defeat. You would finally meet a guy and heâd end up being one of your dads oldest friends. Would he ever even talk to you again? He probably regretted the entire thing. But if you could go back in time, youâd do it all again.
A few minutes into your wallowing your phone goes off and when Eddieâs name pops up on that tiny front screen you feel like youâre going to pass out.
âIâll come see you after work so we can talk, hope youâre okay.â
You let out a deep breath, at least he was talking to you, right? That text he sent you this morning about already missing you sitting above the new one was like a slap in the face in comparison. Hours ago he was texting you âMiss you already, canât wait to see you tonight, sugar. Have a good day ;)â and now it seemed like he was about to tell you he couldnât see you anymore. You had around three hours until Eddie would be home from work, and you have no idea what to do with yourself. You wanted to crawl in a hole and disappear if you were being honest. So you did the next best thing, you took a nap.
The sound of banging on your door had you shooting straight up in bed. When you look around itâs already dark out and when you gaze at the clock on your nightstand you realize itâs already past six thirty. Had you napped that long?
âSweetheart, I know youâre home, I saw your car outside. Can we please just talk?â Shit. You throw your covers off and dash out of your room to the front door. You open it to reveal a very distressed looking Eddie and it cracks your heart a little.
âHi EddieâŠâ
âHey, can we talk?â The look on his face is hard to read, you canât gauge how heâs feeling at all and it only peaks your anxiety.
âYeah, sure.â You step aside to let him in and take a seat on the far end of the couch. You try not to take it personally when he sits all the way across from you but it stings just a little.
âSo uh - your dad is⊠my boss.â Eddie clears his throat awkwardly while his knee bounces up and down. His eyes search your face and he can tell youâre upset. Not just by that but from your scent too. He can smell how anxious you are and he hates that heâs the cause of it.
âHa! Thatâs putting it lightly, EddieâŠâ You laugh dryly.
âYeah, so, heâs one of my closest friends, the alpha of my pack, annnnd I kind of owe him everything for giving me a chance at the shop.â Eddie sighs, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
âYeah I know, I knew he had a friend named Eddie, I just didnât know it would be you. So I get it, if you donât want to see me anymore. Itâs not like we are actually anything to each other anyways, just because you spent my heat with me doesnât mean you owe me anything. I can find a new apartment and I wonât come into the shop anymore itâll be fine I can-â
âThatâs the problem though, I canât stay away from you, sweetheart.â He looks you straight in the eye as he says it, and his voice sounds so sure.
âWhat do you mean? Eddie, you hardly know me, itâs really okay, I wouldnât want you to risk everything for me.â You sigh, your head falling between your shoulders. âIf my dad knew, he would lose it. I know that, and you know that. I donât want you to lose your job, or be an outcast.â
âYeah, well I donât want those things either. But, that doesnât change the fact that I canât stay away from you. Darlinâ, do you know what soul bounds are?â
âOh.â He watches your eyes widen and your jaw drop open in realization.
âYeah, I think we uh - I think we might have one. So when I say I canât stay away from you, I mean itâll fucking kill me to.â The look on Eddieâs face has you on the brink of tears, you want to throw yourself into his arms and rub your face all along his scent gland to comfort him.
âYeah, that makes a lot of sense, actually. It kind of feels like my whole entire life since I presented makes sense, now that I think about it.â You let out a breath you feel like youâve been holding for years. You never thought youâd find a mate, but here he was, made just for you. âWell, my dad canât really do shit then. He canât keep us apart, and if he tries to do anything to you Iâll tell him that Iâm going with you wherever you go.â
âSweetheart.â He takes your hands in his and a feeling of relief instantly washes over you. âI canât ask you to do that⊠I know how close you and your dad are from the way he talks about you.â
âOkay, well you didnât ask me to, I want to. I never thought Iâd find a mate, I genuinely thought there was something wrong with me because of my scent. But now, I find you? My soulmate? I canât lose you Eddie.â You squeeze his hands and run your thumbs over the backs of them reassuringly.
âI feel the same, I spent my whole life being an outcast, and then when I presented as an alpha I thought maybe Iâd finally get some form of respect. But instead every single person that was supposed to be biologically attracted to me told me there was something âoffâ about my scent. Not that they necessarily smelled good to me either, but it was still a blow to my ego. But then you show up? This sweet little thing bringing me a pie in her tiny little dress? Youâve made me feel more wanted in a few weeks than I have my entire life.â
Your heart feels like itâs going to burst at his speech, you canât believe hours ago you thought you were disposable to him. You grab his face in your hands, kissing him with fever. He groans into your mouth, his hands finding your hips as he returns your kiss with equal enthusiasm. He pulls you into his lap and you kiss each other until you both feel like your lungs are going to burst and you have to pull away for air.
âCan we maybe wait a bit, to tell my dad? I just want to enjoy this for a bit, before shit hits the fan.â You rest your forehead against his, your hands still holding his face tenderly.
âAbsolutely, I think Iâd like to live a little longer.â Eddie chuckles and you laugh along with him.
âShut up! Iâm not going to let him kill you, I swear. Iâll be like, your knight in shining armor.â
âOh yeah? Sugars going spicy on me? Is that it?â He nuzzles his nose against yours before dragging it down your cheek, jaw, and then down your scent gland. He inhales before placing a gentle kiss there.
âOh, you have noooo idea.â He tickles your sides and you laugh, wiggling around in his lap.
âHmm, I think I wanna find out, you wanna show me this spicy side?â He kisses your neck again, gently nipping at it.
âAbsolutely. Think you can take the heat?â You lean back and wiggle your eyebrows at him.
âOoohh youâre in for it now!!â He laughs, tackling you down on the couch. Sending you both into a fit of giggles.
He climbs on top of you, his arms bracketing either side of your head, his hair like a halo around his head with the way your lamp light was glowing behind him.
âYouâre so beautiful Eddie.â You smile up at him sweetly, he doesnât think he will ever get tired of hearing you say that.
âYeah? Youâre the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen, sugar.â He sends you a wink that has butterflies fluttering in your belly. The flutters quickly turn into an eruption when he connects his lips with yours. He slips his tongue into your mouth, and you moan at the taste of him. The kisses turn heated when you roll your hips up against his, a low groan rumbling through him.
âI want you, Eddie.â You mumble against his mouth, your tongue darting out to lick across his plump, kiss swollen bottom lip.
âIâm all yours, sweetheart.â He places another hungry kiss on your lips before littering open mouth kisses along your jaw and throat. He laves his tongue out along your collar bones, kissing down your chest. He mouths at your nipples through the thin material of your tank top, swirling his tongue around them until they are both peaked. He grabs the hem of your shirt and you lift your arms so he can pull it over your head. âPerfect tits. Perfect body. Perfect little omega.â
âMmm, just for you, alpha, all for you.â Your hands greedily pull at the hem of his faded band tee and he obliges you, using one hand to pull it over his head. âWanna taste you, alpha, can I?â
âIf you keep looking at me like that? Sugar, Iâll give you anything you want.â He runs his thumb along your bottom lip and you take the digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.
You look up at him with big round eyes as you moan at the taste of him. He stands in front of the couch and you push yourself up onto your knees, perfectly eye level with the very prominent bulge in his pants. You make quick work of his belt, undoing his pants so you can push them down over his hips with his boxers. His cock springs free, a bead of pearly white precum drips from his slit and you canât resist leaning forward to lick it off.
âFuck, you taste so good, baby.â Baby. Chills run through his entire body. Youâve never called him that before, and it was doing things to him he didnât think were possible.
You suck his tip, swirling your tongue around it like you did with his thumb. You take him all the way in your mouth, gagging when he hits the back of your throat. Drool fills your mouth and you pull off to him to spit into your palm without breaking eye contact with him. You bring your hand to his shaft, jerking him off with your lubed up palm a few times before taking half of him in your mouth again. Your mouth works in tandem with your hand at the base of his cock, your tongue caressing that thick vein that runs along the bottom of his shaft.
âOh fuuuuck.â Eddie throws his head back, his thick neck adorned with veins, his Adamâs Apple bobs as he groans at the feeling of you swallowing him down. âThatâs so good, your mouth is so good.â
His fingers thread through your hair and he looks back down at you. He has to close his eyes again seconds later to keep himself from exploding down your throat right then and there. Your eyes were rimmed with tears, your mascara that was already smudged from your nap running down your cheeks, drool was dripping down the sides of your mouth and the way you were looking at him like he hung the stars with his dick down your throat made him insane. You move your hand so you can take him all the way in your mouth again. Your throat flexes around him when you gag and he has to use his grip on your hair to pull you off. You whine, trying to take him back into your mouth.
âBaby girl, Iâm sorry, but you gotta stop or Iâm going to fucking lose it, and I really want to fill you with my cum and just keep fucking you until your body is limp.â He grabs your chin in his hand, his thumb spreading the drool on your mouth all around your lips. âTurn around, all fours.â
You position yourself on your hands and knees on top of the couch cushions, arching your back and wiggling your ass in the air. Eddie groans at the sight, walking up behind you, he hooks his fingers in the band of your tiny sleep shorts, pulling them down with your panties where they pool at the bottom of your bent knees. His hands roughly grab onto your ass cheeks, spreading them so he can see your messy cunt. You clench around nothing and a little yelp escapes you when you feel his spit drip down onto your already wet cunt.
âFuuuuck Eddie, please, touch me.â
âDonât worry your pretty little head, Iâm always going to give you what you want, sweet thing.â He runs his fingers through your slit, gathering your wetness and rubbing it around. He circles your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Two fingers circle your entrance and push inside you. He curves them just right, rubbing them against that sweet spot inside you before he starts to thrust them in and out of you.
âOh shit! Yes, yes, yes, Eddie, fuck.â His thumb finds your clit while he continues to fuck his fingers into you and youâre already embarrassingly close to cumming.
âYou gonna cum already, baby? I can feel your pussy sucking my fingers in.â He curves his fingers against your g-spot again and itâs the final straw. A feral moan rips through you and your pussy spasms around his fingers. âOh thatâs it, good girl, cum for me, cum for your alpha.â
Eddie pulls his fingers from inside you, bringing them to his mouth, moaning at your sweet taste. You hear him kicking off his jeans the rest of the way before the couch dips behind you. He positions himself on his knees, taking his cock in his hand. He runs it through your wet lips, the tip of it bumping against your clit with each stroke.
âBaby, donât tease me.â You whine, pushing your hips back against him. âNeed your cock.â
He lines himself up with your entrance and pushes inside with one thrust. Youâre so wet the stretch barely burns, almost immediately turning into immense pleasure. He doesnât waste any time starting up at a brutal pace. His hips slap against your ass, his balls bumping your clit whenever he thrusts at a certain angle.
âFuck, this pussy really was fucking made for me. Sheâs sucking me in like a vice grip.â His hand pushes down on your lower back and you take the hint, resting your cheek on the couch cushion so your back is arched further, your ass as far in the air as it can go. This new angle has him hitting deeper than before, his hand snakes around your front to rub your clit and it sends you over the edge again.
âOh god - oh fuck, Eddie!!!â Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, you push your hips back against him, fucking him deeper into you as you ride out your high.
He wraps his forearm around the front of your shoulders, using his grip to pull your back flush against his chest. Heâs deeper than ever before, practically abusing your g-spot in the best way. The slight pressure on your throat from the way his arm is pinning you to his body is delicious, and when his fingers resume their ministrations on your clit it already has you close to the edge again. His mouth latches onto your scent gland, sucking a bruise into it.
âMark me alpha, please please, I want to be yours. Please do it, I want it so bad.â Your hands reach behind you, lacing your fingers in his curls. You arch your back so you can bare your neck to him. Eddie thinks about telling you no again, he considers telling you heâd like to wait until you tell your dad.
But the primal part of him quickly erases those thoughts. He wants to please you, in every way possible. He wants to claim you. He doesnât want to tell you no. So he doesnât. He runs his nose along your scent gland, inhaling your otherworldly scent. He runs his teeth along the juncture of your throat before sinking them into your soft flesh.
The feeling sends you both over the edge. His teeth are still clamped down on your neck. Your cunt is squeezing him tight while ropes of his cum spill inside you. Everything felt so right, and it wasnât just the fact that it was the best orgasm of your life. Your entire body felt warm, your heart felt full, you felt so connected to Eddie. It was everything. His knot swells inside you, popping out to connect you in every way possible. He pulls away from your neck, soothing the bloody teeth marks with his warm tongue.
âWow.â He breaths out, carefully leaning back towards the arm of the couch and pulling you with him. He circles his arms around you, caging you in his embrace.
âYeah, wow is right.â You chuckle, nuzzling deeper into his chest.
âYouâre amazing, you know that? Iâm a lucky son of a bitch.â He runs his hands through your hair, down your chest, his fingers stop to trace the bloodied mark on your throat. âAre you okay with everything?â
âIâm fantastic. Iâve never been happier than I am at this moment, Eddie Munson. If youâre lucky, Iâm lucky as hell. Iâm glad itâs you, Iâm glad youâre my mate.â You tilt your head to the side so you can look up at him.
âMe too, Sugar, me too.â He looks down at your adoringly, taking your face in his hand and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips.
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Youâve been seeing Eddie in mostly secret for the last few months. You told your best friend back home over the phone and he told his friends Steve and Robin. Things were fantastic, for the most part. Heâs taken you on a few dates, either out of town or somewhere people wouldnât see you. He made you happier than youâve ever been in your entire life but sneaking around was getting old fast.
Eddie was for lack of better words, paranoid. Youâve spent every night together since he mated you. Either at his place or at your own. But every morning after he showered for work he would put clothes on directly from the dryer, then immediately douse himself with cologne. He always kisses you before his shower because he refuses to come within three feet of you afterwards. He was absolutely terrified of showing up to your dadâs shop for work smelling like his daughter that he was seeing in secret. After a few weeks of that you both decided it was easier if you went your separate ways when you woke up and did your morning routines on your own. Which you hated, you loved the domesticity of waking up and going about your morning with him.
You also hadnât seen your dad since the day Eddie mated you, always making up excuses when he invited you for dinner or asked to come see your place finally. You lucked out on your day off when he decided to come into the bakery for a surprise visit. You hated it, if you were being honest. Youâve never hid anything from him, especially not something this big. He was a pretty laid back parent when you were growing up, so you never really felt the need to lie to him.
It was Sunday evening, you and Eddie both had the day off so he took you out on his bike. He drove a few towns over to take you to this vintage book store he thought youâd like, he showed you the oldest cemetery in Indiana, which you adored, and then he took you out to lunch.
When you got back to his apartment you wanted to show him how grateful you really were for how thoughtful the dates he took you on always were. You rode him till he came and his knot was buried deep inside you, then you just kept riding him until he came again. You both dozed off cozy in each other's arms not long after that.
You wake up before Eddie, feeling sick to your stomach. You climb out of bed, carefully untangling yourself from him so you donât wake him up and throw on one of his shirts and your panties from earlier so you can go into the kitchen for a glass of water. You chug it greedily, trying to will the nausea away. You might have one other, not so little secret. Last week you were at the bakery running numbers and planning for the weeks ahead when the calendar on the wall caught your eye. You started doing some math in your head and immediately told your employee Brooke that you needed to run to the store. You bought three different pregnancy tests and every single one screamed back at you with two lines, pregnant, or a little pink plus sign.
You hadnât told Eddie yet, and you were surprised he hadnât realized it since omegas scents usually change when theyâre pregnant. Either he hadnât noticed, or he was waiting for you to tell him on your own terms. If he hadnât though? It was only a matter of time before he did. You had no idea how he would react, sure things were said in the heat of the moment during sex but you and him have never actually talked about having kids. That, and he was already afraid to tell your dad that you were mates, now you were going to have to tell him you were knocked up with his best friendâs kid too. Despite all that, you want this baby, you want a life and a family with Eddie. He would be a good dad, kind, goofy, attentive. Would your baby have his eyes? His hair? The sound of a knock on the door rips you from your daydreams.
Who the hell was here? You werenât expecting anyone. Should you wake Eddie? Itâs his door, after all.
âHey Ed, you home? Wanted to talk to you about something!â The sound of your dads voice makes your blood run cold. Shit. You dash down the hall towards Eddieâs room where heâs stumbling out of the doorway while slipping on gray sweatpants. He already has a tee shirt on and his eyes meet yours in a panic.
âItâs my fucking dad, does he fucking know?â You whisper-yell at him. Eddie shrugs at you with panicked eyes.
âGo in the room, in case itâs about something else, maybe I can get him to leave.â He grabs your shoulders, directing you towards the room. You go inside, shutting the door behind you. You feel like a fucking teenager sneaking around with her boyfriend instead of a grown ass woman with her mate, and you hated it. You almost want to just go open the door yourself and get it over with.
Eddie knows damn well that if your dad is here for a different reason, it wonât make a difference. His place definitely smells like you, thereâs absolutely no way it doesnât. He takes a deep breath before pulling the door open.
âHey Dale, whatâs up man?â Eddie feels like heâs going to shit his pants, your dad is taller than him by a few inches but bigger than him in mass by a lot. He could absolutely kick his ass if he wanted to. He also really didnât want to disappoint him. But heâd be lying if he said he wasnât tired of sneaking around.
âHey brother, you got a minute to talk? I wanted to run something by you.â Oh fuck, does he fucking know? Is he playing it cool and any second heâs going to choke Eddie to death?
âYeah, sure man. Whatâs up?â
âYou gonna let me in?â The older man chuckles, raising an eyebrow at his younger mentee.
âOh! Uh, yeah, come in.â Eddie steps aside to let him in and he feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. This was it, this is where he dies.
âWhoa! It fucking reeks in here, you got an omega youâre keeping a secret, Ed?â You hear your dad chuckle through the door and internally cringe.
âUh - I mean - â
âHold onâŠâ Your dad audibly sniffs the air and Eddie watches his expression harden, his eyebrows furrow and the look in his eyes is the one Eddie has been terrified of. He looks like he wants to kill him. âEddie⊠What the fuck is going on here man? Why the hell does your apartment reek like my daughter?â
You take that as your queue to enter, pulling Eddieâs door open and walking out to face the music.
âHey dadâŠâ You wave awkwardly, trying to use your other hand to make the shirt youâre wearing longer, suddenly very aware of your lack of pants.
Your dad takes in your appearance. Your disheveled hair, Eddieâs shirt, the mark on your neck. His nostrils flare and a growl rips through him. He darts at Eddie, grabbing him by the collar of his tee shirt and shoving him against the nearest wall. A stack of empty mixing bowls knock off the counter in the commotion and your dad shoves his forearm against Eddieâs throat.
âI canât fucking believe you!! After all Iâve done for you!?â His voice drops to an authoritative alpha tone and growls continue to rumble in his chest. Youâve never seen your dad this pissed before.
âDale, Iâm sorry, I - I didnât mean for this to happen! Itâs not what youâre thinking if you just let me explain-â
âEXPLAIN!? Explain how you mated my only child!? I donât think thereâs much to explain here, Ed! Itâs pretty fucking clear what happened here!!!â Your dad bellows, shoving his arm tighter against Eddieâs throat, causing him to gasp.
âDad!!! Fucking stop!!!â You run over and grab onto your dads forearm to try and rip it off of Eddie. To no avail, he was strong as hell. âItâs not his fault! We couldnât help it! Heâs my mate! We have a bond! You canât hurt him without hurting me! Heâs mine! Get the fuck off of him!!â
âA bond? What? Like a trauma bond? Because this situation is fucked.â Your dad turns his head to look at you, his lips set to a snarl, his arm still locking Eddie in place.
âNo, a soul bound, dumb ass! Heâs my mate, my fated mate! Get the fuck off of him!!!â A growl of your own rumbles through your chest, your hands trying and failing yet again to pull your dad from your alpha.
âThat doesnât change the fact that he shouldâve come to me like a man and told me the minute he found out! Youâre a fucking coward and you donât deserve someone like my daughter!â He was clearly irrational, his scent nearly suffocating you with how thickly it was permeating the air.
âIM PREGNANT!!!â Two pairs of wide eyes snap toward you, Eddieâs mouth is dropped open in shock, your dad looks like heâs going to puke.
âYOUâRE WHAT!?â Your dad shouts, his grip on Eddie subconsciously loosens and he takes the opportunity to slip free from his grasp. He rushes to your side, taking your face in his hands.
âAre you really? Why didnât you tell me? Are you okay?â
âI was going to, I was just - I was nervous about how youâd react.â You avert your gaze from his, afraid to look him in the eyes when you hear his response.
âHey.â His hands thumbs run across the apples of your cheeks and he lowers his face so you're forced to make eye contact with him. âIf you ever thought Iâd be anything less than stoked to have a baby with you, youâre crazy.â
âReally?â Your eyes well with tears and your bottom lip trembles. As your dad watches this entire exchange his face starts to soften. He looks between you and Eddie, taking in the way you look at each other and your body language. He also doesnât miss the way that the panic in your scent is now nonexistent.
âOf course, Sugar. I want everything with you, I love you.â
âI - I love you too, Eddie.â The tears that were threatening to escape before are now cascading down your cheeks. He uses his thumbs to wipe them away, placing a gentle kiss on your nose.
âDale.â Eddie turns towards your dad, putting his arm around your shoulders. âI love your daughter, and I know itâs not ideal, but sheâs my mate, my fated mate, and the mother of my child. You can fire me, cast me out, do your absolute worst. But I wonât leave their side unless Iâm dead and gone.â
âIf you cast Eddie out, Iâm going with him.â You nuzzle into your alphas side, putting your hand on his chest.
âHold on now, nobodyâs casting anybody out, or firing anybody. Iâm sorry for ya know, kinda choking you out there, Ed. This was just⊠a shock.â
âI know dad.â You step away from Eddie to rest a hand on your dads shoulder. âAnd Iâm sorry we didnât tell you right away, but that was on me, not Eddie. I told him I wanted to wait to tell you, and itâs not like we planned this. We didnât even realize you knew each other until that day I came into the shop.â
âHe still shouldâve told me, or you shouldâve. I know Iâm protective of you but if you told me all of this, yeah I wouldâve been mad, but I wouldâve heard you out. Itâs not so bad, now that I think about it. You guys make a lot of sense actually.â Your dads hand comes to rest on top of yours on his shoulder. âI always wanted you to find a good man, and I know Eddie is a good man. I know he will take care of you. Plus, Iâve never seen him like this, Iâm uh - Iâm happy for you guys.â
âAnd notttt to call you out or anything dad, but Tami is like 12 years younger than you and you met her when she was in her 20s, just saying.â You roll your eyes and playfully squeeze his shoulder.
âYeah, yeah, alright. I get it, I reacted poorly. So⊠Iâm gonna be a pop pop?â Your dads now tear brimmed eyes search yours.
âYeah dad, youâre gonna be a pop pop.â Tears flow from your eyes and he pulls you into one of his signature bear hugs. You sob into his chest, finally feeling whole again. You really missed him. âI hated lying to you, Iâm sorry.â
âHey honey, whatâs done is done, weâre okay now, alright?â He rubs your back lovingly, pushing you back so he can look at your face. âIâm happy for you. Come here, Ed, get your dumb ass over here.â
Eddie chuckles, wiping a tear from underneath his eye, your dad pulls him into a hug, that he happily returns.
âYou gonna take good care of my girl?â Your dad pulls back, one hand gripping Eddieâs shoulder, the other pointed at his chest. A joking glare set on his features.
âYeah Dale, Iâm gonna do everything I can for the rest of my life to make sure that woman, and our child are safe and happy.â That only makes you cry more, which has Eddie rushing to your side to take him into his arms.
âOkay, I came here to talk to you about some work shit but that can wait, Iâll leave you two to talk and celebrate amongst yourselves.â Your dad walks over to you, placing a kiss on your forehead. âIâm proud of you, pumpkin, in everything you do. Donât be a stranger, alright?â
âYeah dad, of course not, never. Youâre going to be the best pop pop, you know that?â
âAlright, alright, stop making me cry. I love you.â He ruffles your hair, turning to Eddie. âHave a good night, Ed. Iâll see ya at work tomorrow, congratulations.â
âThanks, man. Iâll see you tomorrow.â As soon as your dad shuts the door behind him Eddie is taking you in his arms, spinning you around.
âWhoa, Eddie, motion sickness.â You giggle and he sets you gently back down on your feet.
âWeâre really having a baby?â His chocolate eyes shine as his hands come to rest on your abdomen, staring at it adoringly.
âYeah, weâre really having a baby.â The tears that you canât seem to get to stop stream down your cheeks and you rest your hands on top of his.
âThereâs no one in the world Iâd rather start a family with, I love you, sugar.â Eddie rests his forehead against yours, nuzzling your noses together.
âMe either, I love you so much, baby.â One of Eddieâs hands laces through your hair while the other cups your neck, his thumb caressing the mark he left there all those weeks ago. He connects his lips with yours and everything in the world just feels right.
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In my dreams
Seungmin x reader. (fake) enemies to lovers. my interpretation of in my dreams by tearliner, love X stereo.
Seungmin has never liked you. You never understood why, but you were slowly coming to terms with it. However, you gradually come to learn that there is more to his feelings than what meets the eye.
skz song series
cw: reader has anxiety and deals with lots of self-doubt and insecurities.
a.n: the end of our skz song series!! and a pretty personal final fic, this one is based on my own experience with anxiety, so it might differ for everyone :) thank you for reading as always <3
You watch, a soft smile on your face as two little girls play with one another in the playground. It reminds you of simpler times, when you could just walk up to another human and become friends with them instantly.
But reality is much more challenging, especially for someone like you, constantly plagued by their anxious thoughts.
Anxiety didn't tiptoe into your life, one drop at a time so you'd get accustomed to its overwhelming presence. Instead, you woke up one day and it barged into you, through cracks and dents you didn't even know existed in your being, and then it made itself a permanent home within the confines of your heart.
You never truly learned how to live with this parasite feeding off your soul, draining you completely until you became a mere shell of who you once were. You never fully adjusted to the invisible hands choking you from within, to the voice nagging you in the back of your mind, telling you that something horrible was bound to happen.
Because nothing ever went wrong, day after day, nothing bad happened. And yet, the feeling of dread persisted and lingered until you started to believe that the problem was you.
And once you opened the door to self-doubt, you could never fully close it again.
You're too overwhelmed, too nervous, too much of everything bad. Your conversations are scrutinized, down to every syllable you uttered, to the way you smiled and how you laughed. The interactions might differ but the regret that haunts you after is the same.
So, you diluted your being, in an effort to be more acceptable, easier in the lives of the people around you. You believed that if you pleased everyone you ever encoutered then at the end you must satisfy yourself too.
You sigh softly, drumming your fingers along your knee. Youâre starting a new year in college tomorrow. Your first one wasn't exceptional by any means. Aileen, the girl who sat beside you from time to time was nice, and you grabbed coffee sometimes as you prepared for your exams together. But she had other friends, ones she's much closer to, ones she invited to her birthday party, ones who she didn't simply fill her free time with.
You shake your head, putting a stop to the thoughts in your head before they get too much once again, pushing you over an edge you don't want to be in right now.Â
You'll try harder this year. You'll be okay, for once.
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Your professor Lee is scribbling something on the large whiteboard, as he waits for the class to fill up. Someone sits next to you, and the smell of their cologne wafts to your nose- hints of vanilla and wood seemingly calming down your nerves. You quickly take a glance at them, to find a guy with long brown hair and freckles dusting his cheeks. He's taking out his notepad from his bag, and you smile at the chick keychain he has on it. He catches you looking and you quickly avert your gaze, heat creeping up your cheeks.Â
"Hi, I'm Felix," he greets enthusiastically, and you turn your head slowly to be met with his wide grin. It softens his features, making his eyes turn into moon crescents. You envy his ability to smile without overthinking how he looks.Â
"Yn," you introduce back, and he nods, the grin still etched on his face. "You were in my Economics class last year, no?" he asks and you tilt your head to the side, as you mull over his question.
"I was but I don't remember seeing you," you admit sheepishly and he waves a hand in the air, not bothered the least by your words.Â
"It's okay, I just remembered your presentation on Inflation. I finally understood why we can't just print more money," he admits with a chuckle, and you giggle against your will.Â
"I don't blame you, it sounds like an easy solution," you agree, and his eyes widen.Â
"Right! when I tell my friends they just stare at me in disappointment."
You laugh at his adorable pout, an unfamiliar warmth stirring within your chest. He's nice.Â
"I'm glad I helped you then, I was so nervous presenting it," you clear your throat as he smiles impressively at you. "Really? I couldnât tell at all."Â
Mr. Lee calls for your attention and you both turn your heads back to the board. You couldnât really focus, Felixâs words echoing in your head like a broken mantra- he couldnât tell you were nervous. A sudden relief dawns on you at the possibility that, maybe, not everyone is aware of the neverending storm raging within you, threatening to drown you at any giving moment.
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"Movie night at my dorm?" Felix proposes as he packs up his bag, your two hours long class finally done.
"Will Seungmin be there?" you ask, a slight edge to your voice and Felix pauses, shaking his head at you.
"Yn, you're overreacting. I promise he doesn't hate you."
"Have you ever seen him smiling at me?" you ask, arching your eyebrow expectantly at him. He stays silent and you wiggle your finger in the air. "Exactly! Please tell me he won't be there."
"About that... He's helping me bake the cookies," Felix smiles sheepishly and you groan, falling dramatically on your seat.
"Iâm not coming."
"But the cookies," Felix pouts, and the promise of the chewy baked goods is so enticing it makes you second-guess your decision.
"The cookies...," you whine, and Felix giggles grabbing your hand to pull you up.
"Iâll see you at 5?"
"Yes," you concede, a small smile on your lips. You wait until Felix bids you goodbye for it to finally slip from your face.
Seungmin has never liked you, from the moment Felix introduced you to him. You still remember it clear as day, the way his eyes slightly widened when they fell on you, before narrowing down. How he didn't utter a single word when Felix left you both alone to get your drinks. Your panic grew as an uncomfortable silence reigned on the both of you, and you racked your brain for something to say to cut through that eerie quiet. Â
"Seungmin, right?" you asked, a bit too cheerfully, and you winced inwardly at your tone. He didn't reply, only humming back. It was so faint you wouldn't have caught it had you not been staring at him intently.
"What's your major?" Your voice cracked.
"Computer science." He replied curtly, and you waited patiently, expecting him to return the question. He didn't. And you shifted awkwardly from one foot to another. Maybe he just didn't do well with strangers. Maybe he wasn't a chatty person, to complement Felix's extroverted nature.
But you were wrong. You watched in complete astonishment as he teased Felix relentlessly, a wide smile on his face. It made his eyes soften, a newfound fondness itching itself on his expressions. He laughed and he joked and you felt yourself shrink more and more, this way he wouldn't notice you anymore, wouldn't glare at you as if you did something horribly wrong to him.
Felix tried to include you as best as he could in their conversation, but you tuned it out. It was hard to focus on their talk when there was a tumultuous one ongoing in your mind. Seungmin's behavior just further cemented every horrible idea you held about yourself. There is something wrong about you, and he can see it. You may have fooled Felix but you didn't fool Seungmin. If you were him you wouldn't talk to you either.
Every encounter with Seungmin since then left you feeling fifteen years old again, in a classroom full of unkind eyes zeroed on you. You tried to talk about his interests, to string along a normal conversation, one that would reassure that your first encounter was a wrongful impression.
But he did not like talking to you, only offering short replies in response. Itâs as if his tongue was tied in your response, and in return it only magnified the knot in your stomach. You went through every conversation with him a million times in your head, trying to pinpoint what exactly went wrong. What warranted him to be so silent in your presence, and yours only, as if you werenât worthy of a simple conversation. And the answer always tied back to you.
So, youâve been avoiding him like the plague for the past month, sparing him the chore that is existing near you. It was particularly hard since Felix was his best friend and roommate, and surprisingly he actually enjoyed spending time with you. Still, you couldnât help but think that it was only a matter of time before Felix started to hate you too. Â
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"You're moving too much," Seungmin chastises and you freeze in your place at his words. You are sitting on the couch of Felixâs dorm later on that day, a horror movie playing in the small TV before you. Felix decided to lay on the floor, buried in a pool of yellow blankets, and a long pillow that weirdly had the picture of one of their friends printed on it. "It's my safety net," he explained and you didn't question him any further.
For some reason, Seungmin decided to sit next to you, instead of the opposing couch. Granted, he can see the TV more clearly from here, still this is the first time he willingly went somewhere near you, let alone talked to you.
You decide to ignore him, too focused on predicting the next jump scare, your feet tapping the floor furiously. But still, it happens so abruptly, eliciting a startled gasp from you, anf you clutch the edge of the couch even tighter. Â
"Close your eyes," Seungmin speaks suddenly and you raise an eyebrow at him, confused.Â
"There is a jump scare coming soon," he clears his throat, "just... close your eyes if you don't want to see it."Â
You comply without much thought and soon enough, you can hear a shrill scream coming from the screen. He was right.Â
"It passed," he says softly, and you tentatively open your eyes once again. There is a foreign expression on Seungmin's face, one you haven't seen before, but it passes as quickly as it came, like a dream slipping between your fingers as soon as you wake up.Â
"How did you know?" you ask, hugging your knees tightly to your chest.Â
"I already watched this movie."
"Really? Why are you watching it again?"
"Because. I had nothing better to do," he says, almost defensively, his hand now covering his mouth as if he had to physically stop the words from spilling out.Â
You don't reply, turning back to look at the screen. Seungmin doesn't tell you when a jump scare is coming next, he simply taps your arm, and you close your eyes on cue.Â
His hand brushing against your bare skin feels weird, not uncomfortable by any means, but it still is a foreign sensation. You didn't know he had such soft hands, and you always imagined them to be cold. But they are warm, and you wonder what other things about Seungmin you've been wrong about.
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"I'm so tired," Felix groans, laying his head on your shoulder and you giggle, patting his head in mock sympathy. It's been three months since the start of your year, which means that the assignments are starting to pile up on you all.
"Me too," you sigh, and Seungmin stays silent next to you. Felix dragged you both to this coffeeshop, a little outing to recharge his spirit, as he texted you. You're slowly getting used to Seungmin's brooding presence. He talks to you a little more, even cracking a few jokes here and there. But youâre still wary of him. You keep your guard up just in case he forcefully brings a mirror to your face once again, reminding you of everything you despise about yourself.
"I'll go order, it's my treat. Pick a place for us?" Felix says and you nod, walking ahead of Seungmin towards a table near the back.
You sit down first, and Seungmin follows second, sitting right across from you. You quickly bring out your phone, scrolling mindlessly through the apps to distract yourself from the man in front of you.
"You have a presentation tomorrow, right?" Seungmin speaks up, startling you, and you slowly put your phone down.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Felix told me that it makes up 25% of your grade. Are you nervous?"
"A little," you admit, even though âa littleïżœïżœ didn't even begin to cover it.
"Don't be. You'll do well," he says, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You almost feel as if you've imagined it before it dissipates.
"Thank you," you nod, as Felix brings the tray down your table.
"Is this for me?" you ask tentatively, pointing to the strawberry milkshake, a sore thumb sticking out between the iced americano, and the hazelnut Frappuccino, Seungminâs and Felixâs respective go to orders.
"They got the order wrong. I got you an iced matcha," Felix pouts, double checking his receipt.
"It's okay," you smile slightly. There was nothing you despised more than having to change up your order.
"You don't want to drink this," Seungmin says, staring at you expectantly and you wave your hand in the air dismissively. "I don't mind."
Seungmin stands up, grabbing the drink from your hand before taking the receipt from the table. He goes to the counter and you watch in astonishment as he comes back, a green drink in hand this time.
"Here," he hands you your cup, before grabbing his own and sipping from it. Your drink is cold, but the warm tingles spreading through your being at his sweet gesture outweigh any other feeling.
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Talking in front of 267 people never gets easier.
You memorized your presentation; you rehearsed it so much you could probably recite it with your eyes closed. Yet, the nerves still found a way to weave themselves inside you. Your hands were shaking, so much you couldn't even stare at the notes you prepared. Your palms were sweaty, blood rushing rapidly to your ears, tuning out your voice as you spoke.
You canât even recall what you said exactly, itâs as if your body had a mind of its own, your mouth moving itself without you commanding it. You arenât sure how it was, but someone smiled at you reassuringly from the first row, and the professor clapped, so you assume you did okay.
The class finally ends, your nerves slowly dissipating and leaving in their trail an excruciating exhaustion. You rub your eyes tiredly, as you slowly walk out of the door, before stopping in your tracks when you notice Seungmin leaning against the wall, hands buried in his varsity jacket.
His eyes are closed, a pair of earphones dangling across his chest. But then, as if he feels you looking at him, he opens his eyes, locking his gaze on you. You stay put in your place as he walks to you, his bag loosely hanging from his shoulder. He hooks his thumb underneath the strap, keeping it in place
"How was it?" he questions, and it takes you a few seconds to register what he was asking about. Your presentation. Was he waiting for you?
"I think I did well?" you reply, but it comes out more of a question to which he giggles softly.
"Are you asking me?" he teases and you roll your eyes playfully. "I did well," you repeat and he smiles, nodding a bit. "Iâm sure you did. Here." He opens his bag, taking out your favorite chocolate bar from it- it had bits of caramelized pistachio and almonds in it. Seungmin doesnât like it, he prefers plain milk chocolate, as Felix told you one day.
"Eat this, I ended up buying two by mistake, I still have an extra one at the dorm." You grab it from his hands, and he quickly leaves before you could properly thank him.
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You always dread the days you'd wake up with a heavy weight crushing your chest.
You try to distract yourself, try to focus in class and take notes. You try to laugh at Felix's jokes and savor the brownies he just brought you. But you can't. It feels as if you're a cup filled to the brim, each passing second bringing you closer to when that fateful drop would finally make you overflow. And you could do nothing but watch yourself unravel.
Seungmin's eyes never leave you, and it only makes your anxiety spike. It feels as if he's peering inside your soul, witnessing how a cord ties itself around your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You can't speak anymore, every word you say threatening to make tears spill out of your eyes. You aren't sure you can make them stop if they ever start falling.
Nothing happened, nothing's happening, you try to remind yourself. But you are scratching your hand incessantly, and you feel an overwhelming need to flee. To run away, somewhere where only you would witness the display of your broken soul. So you sputter a meek excuse, and then you stand up and head to your dorm.
It's raining outside, and you don't have an umbrella. But you are grateful for it, since the rain mingles with your salty tears, shielding them from the curious eyes of the people passing by. You need to get home, you need to hide somewhere and you need to remember how to breathe-
"Yn," a hand grabs your forearm and you startle, instinctively taking two hurried steps back. It's Seungmin. He removed his blue hoodie and he's now placing it over both of your heads.
"What are you doing? You'll get sick," he sounds mad, and you can't take his disappointed tone anymore.
"I'm having a bad day and I don't need you to make it worse," you say, startling yourself with the raw emotion in your voice.
He physically recoils from your words, his arms faltering as he gazes at you, a wounded look in his eyes. "I make your days worse?" he asks quietly and his voice sounds so small, you can't help the regret that courses through you.
"Come on, Seungmin," you chuckle warily, "don't you hate me?"
"No?"
"Hate is a strong word, okay. You dislike me."
"I don't. Why would you think that?"
"Because you never wanted to talk to me, from the moment we met. And it wouldn't matter if you were this way with everyone, but it's only me. And you make me feel so small each time I'm around you," you ramble angrily, as Seungmin's eyes widen with each passing second.
"Yn, yn, I don't- I didn't know you felt this way, but I don't hate you. I truly don't, I promise you," he's panicking, voice growing higher with each word, and you feel a sudden embarrassment flood your being for lashing out at him.
You don't know what to say and he sighs, looking up at the cloudy sky before meeting your eyes once again.
"This is embarrassing, God, um..." he places his hoodie on top of your head before running a hand through his face. "I don't talk to you because you make me nervous."Â
"I do?"
"Yes. A lot," he chuckles, a pink hue tinting his cheeks. "I just... I find you very interesting, and funny, and I like watching you, not in a creepy way, my God what am I saying," he whines, hiding his face in his hands and you can't help the giggle that escapes your mouth.
"Don't laugh," he pouts and you nod, willing the smile to disappear from your face.Â
"I like watching you exist. Just laugh and smile and talk. You look very pretty doing it. I just don't know how to deal with it. That's on me."
This time the smile is effectively gone from your face. The weight of his confession distracting you from the turmoil of emotions that swirled within you.
"I'm sorry, for making you feel that way. I never meant to. For what it's worth, you make me feel like a small kid again, as if I'm having a crush for the first time."Â
A fresh wave of tears brims in your waterline, and Seungmin's eyes soften at the sight.
"Please don't cry," he says, gently wiping the rain droplets from your cheeks. "I don't hate you, I think I like you too much and that's the problem."Â
I'm sorry I misjudged you, until you wiped my tears off away
"Okay," you say quietly, your mind not yet registering what he said, too busy focusing on his hands on your face. You can't believe you've ever felt invisible because of Seungmin, when he's looking at you like you're the most precious being in the world.Â
"You had a bad day?" he asks, his knuckles brushing against your cheek tenderly, and you nod, silently.Â
"Would you like a hug?" he asks, and you nod again. A hug sounded nice.Â
He steps forward, wrapping his arms around you. His t-shirt is cold, clinging to his now wet skin. But a surprising warmth emanates from his chest, shielding you from the pouring rain- it travels from his body to yours, as if it's a familiar path, one it underwent a million times before. His hand finds your back, and he pats it gently, following a soothing rhythm, one you try to sync your breathing to. "You did well," he whispers, "you always do well," and his words feel like a patch of shade on a scorching day.
You exhale softly, tightening your arms around his waist. You think you can stay here, for a while. You could rest in Seungmin, now and tomorrow, and maybe for the following months. If he still likes you this much.Â
BonusÂ
"I'm ready," Seungmin says, his soft hair tickling your bare skin. He's laying on top of your stomach, black tie undone, a piece of crumpled paper in his hands. You can tell he's nervous, with the way he looks up at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze. You lean down, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of his head. He closes his eyes, his hold on the yellowed paper slightly faltering.
"I'm all ears," you whisper, and he smiles softly at you, before looking at his written vows- the ones you decided to read to each other after your wedding ceremony, just the two of you, in your personal bubble. It feels much more intimate this way, they are words meant for you only to hear, after all.
"My love," he starts, and he can already feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He blinks repeatedly, in a desperate attempt to keep them at bay. "If I'm reading this it means I finally married you, which is probably the best thing I've ever done in my life." You giggle and he can't help but smile at the sound of your laugh.
"I am writing these vows one year into our relationship, I haven't proposed yet, but I just know you're the one I want to marry. And I suppose I don't want to forget everything I want to say to you, when that day comes." His words make your breath hitch in your throat as realization dawns on you- he wrote this three years ago, and he kept it safe, till this day.
"I still remember when I saw you for the first time. I couldn't talk because you looked so pretty, and you were smiling at Felix and I felt an overwhelming need to be the one you were smiling at. I think you cast a spell on me because I couldn't even ask you about your major back, I couldn't believe how awestruck I was. But you already know this, don't you?" He looks up at you, pressing a quick kiss to your stomach and you smile widely. You still remember when Seungmin recounted the first time you met, from his perspective. Rosy cheeks and fumbling words as he explained how much he felt for you in that instant, and how little he could express it.
"But there are still things I haven't told you," he clears his throat. "Like how Felix told me what horror movie he was planning to watch with you, and I looked it up the night before, to memorize all the jump scares just in case you were afraid. And you were, and I'm glad I did. I don't even like horror movies, but it was worth watching it three times in a row, just for you."
"Also, how I had to run out of my class to yours, so I'd catch you after the end of your presentation. I bought that chocolate only for you. I kept a stack of fifteen bars hidden in my desk, just in case you were feeling down, and you ended up needing it. I kept asking Felix about everything you liked, and disliked, and he was probably sick of me at that time," he chuckles, as memories of begging his roommate for any bit of information about you flooded his mind.
"I don't know how far into the future it'll be when I'll finally read this to you. I don't know how I'll be, or where I'll be, but as long as you're with me then I must be okay. I used to overthink everything, plan every part of my life so it'd run smoothly. That is until you came into my life, so suddenly, and you flipped it upside down. I didn't care to plan my life anymore, all that mattered is that it revolved around you," he pauses, sucking in a deep breath.
"I knew I wanted to marry you when you took me stargazing. You talked about the stars and galaxies so excitedly. And then you brought up Saturn; how it was unique among the planets, adorned with thousands of ringlets. And I remember thinking that you're my saturn, you're the dazzling planet that everyone admires and I'm the ring spinning around you, the one you're keeping afloat. And as long as you're here, I have a purpose and I'm okay. So please..." his voice wavers, as silent tears slip out of his eyes.
"Don't leave me. I know we're married now, but still, don't leave me. I love you. I feel like I've loved you in different lifetimes, in different earths and timelines. Everything can come crashing down around us, but one thing that'll forever remain the same is my love for you. I was made to love you, after all. My eyes were made to look at you, and my hands to graze your cheeks. And my heart... My heart was made to beat for you. And I love you. I feel like I don't say it enough but I truly love you. As long as I'm breathing then I'm yours."
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How often does Dad!Bucky get hit on when he's in the baby aisle grabbing diapers?
A lot, Cia! And you get to see it one day.
The Dad Diaries: Diaper Aisle
Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You witness a woman flirting with Bucky, but you don't react the way you expect. Word Count: Almost 1.2k Warnings: Fluff, flirting, reflecting, first time dad, slight feels (it's me), parenthood, random woman thirsty for Bucky (we get it), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a dad, okay?). A/N: Next part of The Dad Diaries and from your perspective. Hope you lovelies enjoy. â€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky doesnât like to make a big deal out of people flirting with him. For starters, heâs a married man and has made it clear that he has no intention of ever stepping out on you. He would never. You are his wife and soulmate, the love of his life, and the mother of his child. Youâre all he needs.
Second, heâs unassuming. You tell him regularly how handsome he is, but he isnât arrogant about his looks and doesnât think every woman who looks his way has the intention of hitting on him. He may give a polite smile or nod if he catches someone staring, but will immediately divert his attention back to the task at hand, such as getting those diapers for Jamie.
Fatherhood is sexy on him.
âYour Dada is amazing,â you say to Jamie as you wait beside your cart for Bucky to grab the box.
You smile to yourself when a woman nearly runs her cart into the shelving when Bucky walks past. Not that you blame her for staring. With his luscious locks flowing free, his worn jean jacket fitting like it was made for him, and the sweatpants leaving little to the imagination, you wouldâve gawked at him, too.
Which you did earlier and were now.
âExcuse me,â the woman calls out loudly, making Bucky pause as he puts the box under his arm. âSo sorry to bother you, but would you mind grabbing a jar for me off the top shelf? I would really appreciate it.â
âNo problem,â he says, giving you a small smile from across the aisle as he goes to help the woman.
You wait patiently as the lady thanks him with a grin. You get why she wants Bucky close by. Beyond his overall gorgeousness and kindness, he displays a responsible side of himself when he walks through the baby aisle. He never carries himself in a way that says heâs annoyed or inconvenienced by being there. Carefully selecting the diapers and anything else needed shows how attentive he is. And responsible.
You understand the appeal.
Though, you do wish the lady would stop undressing your husband with her eyes. You practically hear her inhale when heâs close enough. He does smell good, but does she have to step into his space?
âThis one?â Bucky asks.
The woman has to blink a few times before she responds. âOh, sorry. The one next to it. You really are too kind,â she answers, sweeping her gaze over him from head to toe as he reaches over for another jar. You have to bite the inside of your cheek when she takes it from his hand. âItâs too bad you canât help me bring this stuff in when I get home.â
Yeah, it is too bad.
Clearing his throat, Bucky nods in your direction. âWell, my son might miss me if Iâm away for too long. And Iâll miss him and my wife.â
The woman goes rigid as she looks your way. âYour wife?â
Bucky smiles from ear to ear when you wave. âYeah, my wife,â he proudly states, making your heart skip a beat.
Any jealousy or bad feeling you have slips away when you see some of the light leave the womanâs eyes and the sag in her shoulders. Itâs almost like seeing her in a different light because you know how youâve felt since giving birth. At times, you feel less attractive than normal, that your body wonât be the way it used to be. You wonder if Bucky still wants you.
And you want to be seen.
While you donât know her story, you understand the need to feel wanted and desired. It doesnât go away when you become a mother. You donât even know if she is a mother or if sheâs in the aisle shopping for a sister, friend, or someone else. Maybe her partner isnât giving her the attention she needs. Maybe she isnât with anyone.
Maybe she just needed a win today.
âTake care,â Bucky says politely before he walks toward you, leaving the woman alone to stare after him. âAnything else we need?â He asks once he puts the diapers on the bottom of the cart, giving Jamie a small tickle and making all three of you smile.
âI think weâre good,â you say, glancing down the aisle. You could grab Buckyâs hand and stake your claim as the woman makes eye contact with you, but you give her a small nod and a sympathetic smile instead before you push the cart away. âThat was nice of you to help her,â you say once youâre out of sight.
Bucky raises an eyebrow as he glances your way. âI donât usually say this outright, but Iâm pretty sure she was hitting on me.â
âOh, she was,â you agree.
âDoes that bother you?â He asks, brushing a kiss to your temple and making your heart race.
You shake your head as you think about it. âIt did at first because itâs only natural to feel that way, but it went away pretty quickly. I have no reason to feel jealous or defensive. If it wouldâve been bad or crossed a line, I wouldâve stepped in. But you proudly proclaimed that Iâm your wife and she backed off right away. And I know youâre coming home with Jamie and I, so why would I let it bother me?â you explain, spotting something soft in his gaze.
Like heâs amazed by you.
âThat makes sense,â he says.
âI can only hope that someone like you comes along for her,â you add, your heart going out to the stranger.
The blue of Buckyâs eyes shine a bit brighter when you catch his gaze. âI love you,â he says so tenderly that you feel butterflies in your stomach and heart.
âI love you, too,â you promise before you nudge him. âAnd you know what? I donât fault her at all. You know what wearing those pants does to people. Itâs like some sort of sexy magic.â
His nose crinkles as he laughs, the sound making a few turn their heads. Once again, you donât blame them for gawking. âDid you just say âsexy magicâ in front of our son? Is that why you like these pants?â
âOh, yeah. You put a spell on me,â you smirk before you smile gently at your son. âAnd Iâm very lucky for that because now I have you.â
You donât know it yet, but Bucky will write in his diary to Jamie about how you handled yourself today. How you couldâve stormed over and grabbed him or made a snide comment to the woman, but you didnât. And that if you felt jealous, even for a moment, you didnât let it cloud your judgement. You know when to observe and when you need to step in. You know when to lead with your heart.
Just one of the many reasons Bucky Barnes considers himself lucky to call you his wife and the mother of his child.
And no matter how many times he gets hit on in the diaper aisle, heâll always come home to you.
I adore this family. Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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Not Over the Papaya | OP81
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Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader
Genre : Fluff Smau
A/N : This is so fun to writeeee.Also would you guys like a series masterlist⊠or does my current Main masterlist do the job? Btw just another reminder ~ no hate to the people referenced in this fic.
Face claim : Jennie Kim
Warnings : Mild cursing , Grammar Errors
Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.
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landonorris 1h
*messages are disabled
Notification : You received a message from Oscar
Notification : You received a message from Max
*Message sent
*Incoming call from Oscar
Pick up or Decline
Pick up
âHi Y/Nâ
âHi Oscâ
âSo how have you been?â
âReally Oscar? how have I been⊠could you be more awkward?â
âYes really, now answer the question gremlinâ
âOk fine. Iâve been feeling shitty lately, because your teammate decide to cheat on me. How about you Oscar how have you been?â
âIâve been feeling like shit too. Because my high school girlfriend decided to cheat on me then proceed to dump me over textâ
âWait⊠what?? She broke up with YOU? and she did it over text too? I did not know thatâ
âYup, honestly couldnât get more sad than that I guessâ
âWell if it helps, Lando did the same to me⊠so yeah.â
âWow. What amazing exes we have huh?â
âI know right? were just so lucky on that department. So what are you doing to cope?â
âYou know, I have racing and training to keep my mind off it. Loganâs trying to be there for me as much as he can. How bout you?â
âHmmm~ thats great to hear. Me? I uh guess writing songs really helpsâ
âYou know, talking to you really helps too.â
âReally?? Well i like talking to you too Oscâ
âYeah, youâve been a surprising addition to my schedule. Never imagined being this friendly with my teammatesâs girlfriendâ
âEX-girlfriend. And yeah same ⊠and Iâm grateful that I got to talk to you. SEE I told you Heartbreak Club will help us!â
âAlright, Nerd. I admit itâ
âHmm. I just realized something.â
âWhat?â
âIâve never heard you talk as much before. Oh my! did I just influence you to becoming a yapper??â
âOk dork shut upâ
âHHAHAHAHAAHâ
âWhere are you now? Your in England right?â
âYes. Iâm at my condo⊠why?â
âhow about a coffee run?â
âSince when did you drink coffee?? and now??â
âSince you forced me drink the latte at the MTC and yes now. Are you in or not?â
âYES! iâm downâ
âAlright. Dress up and Iâll pick you up.â
âMkay! drive safe. Byeeeâ
âI will. Bye Y/Nâ
*Call ended
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Y/N. Wow since when did you start taking aesthetic photos đ€
oscarpiastri I get tons of practice because a certain someone makes me take soo much pictures.
landonorris I thought you broke up with your girlfriend
oscarpiastri I did.
landonorris oh? whoâs she thenn
oscarpiastri someone special to me.
lilyz whoâs the girl?
oscarpiastri it doesnât concern you.
Y/N.
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Y/N. You embarrassed me motherfâ
sabrinacarpenter YES. Slay Mama~ I see you đ€.
Y/N. did I do justice with your lyrics Luv?
sabrinacarpenter I knew smth hot was coming when you asked to use my lyrics!
Y/N. đ€đ€đ€
user1 That body bang! y/n really said not yours anymore.
user2 sheâs hot, talented and successful. Lando fumbled BAD.
user3 Not Y/N casually letting us know sheâs booked Calvin Klein. đ„”
user4 Ok but whoâs that on the 2nd and 5th slide thooo.
user5 if its a friend or smth more who caresss if Lando could jump into a relationship that fast, Y/n could as well.
user6 Oscar in the likes, I see you.
user7 I lowkey ship đ«Ł
user8 maybe its oscar in the photos too!
user6 Y/N and Oscar have been interacting lots lately
user9 Oscarâs with lily tho.
user10 I havenât seen them together for so long. Smth seems off tbh.
user11 Oscar and lily are both private people so of couse we donât get to see them.
Y/N. why are yâall gossiping in my comments đ§
user6 WTF hello @Y/N??
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri Change of plans. Iâm into coffee now âïž
logansargeant in my years of knowing you , you never drank coffee
oscarpiastri well taste changes mate, what can I say? liked by Y/N.
charles_leclerc now youâre really my son!
user1 WHO TAUGHT OSCAR HOW TO POST CUNTY PICS?
user2 show yourself! we need to thank you đ
user3 I choked on air when I saw it was posted on Oscarâs personal ig! i thought it was a fan page or smth.
user4 3rd slide had me on a chokehold!!
user5 Oscarâs hotness aside. Why does the caption sound so cryptic.
user6 Right?? is it really about coffee tho⊠ur very suspect Oscar Jack Piastri.
user7 specially when rumors of Oscar and Lily breaking up???
user8 What do you mean? where did you hear that??
user7 check twitter girl!
user9 Ok now Y/Nâs in the likes and her liking Oscarâs reply!! What is happening yall đ
user10 everything has been so messy. but ngl when Y/N used Oscarâs Tweet format? Iconic.
user11 Y/Nscar interactions are migrating to instagram.
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Pick up or Decline
Pick up
âHello, Osc. Whatâs up?â
âI need your help.â
âWith what exactly?â
âMaking an announcementâ
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falling in love at first sight (x3)
a/n: so i woke up in cold sweat and i had to write this. there's like 30k i could've written about this but tbh, i needed to get this out lol. also taesan has been living in my head rent free so this is his eviction notice. quick note: feedback, comments, etc. GREATLY encourage writers! if you felt any sort of way (in a good or bad way!) about this fic, pls leave feedback!
word count: 6.3k
tags: college au!, basketballplayer!taesan x nurse!y/n, honestly it's just a fluff piece, idiots in love, dongmin is DOWN BAD and falls in love with the same girl 3 times, uhh y/n is a feisty nurse warnings: taesan is called dongmin, uhh alcohol + memory loss involved with getting shitfaced lol
HAN DONGMIN DIDN'T REALLY BELIEVE IN SUPERSTITIONS. to him, things like 'knocking on wood' or 'not opening an umbrella inside' were just old wives' tales that didn't have much substance to them.
but after dongmin had shattered his bedroom mirror this morning (he'd accidentally launched his alarm clock across the room after sleeping too late last night), nearly every single thing in his life had gone wrong.
he'd put expired milk in his cereal because kim donghyun (his roommate) hadn't switched out the milk like he'd promised to the day before. then he went to take a shower, only to be burned by scalding hot water since the landlord refused to change the heating system, even though they'd been suffering through the sticky heat of august for fifteen days already. as if all of that wasn't enough, he'd accidentally torn his favorite hoodie trying to clean up the fragments that'd fallen on the floor. and when he was trying to salvage his hoodie, he scraped his forearm against the fragments, meaning he had a nasty gash along the long side of it.
which meant he'd have to go to the hospital to take care of this stupid bloody mess instead of going to class.
that was how han dongmin found himself sitting in the waiting room of the urgent care center of the hospital, a shoddy rag wrapped around his forearm, his essentials hoodie covered in blood, expired milk, and mirror dust.
needless to say, dongmin had gotten more than a few strange looks from the other people in the waiting room in the last four minutes he'd been there.
"han dongmin!" the receptionist calls out, and dongmin launches himself out of his chair, impatient to get this over with as soon as possible.
something about hospitals just gave dongmin the heebie jeebies. the fluorescent lighting, the smell of rubbing alcohol, the tangible feeling of sickness that wafted through the air.
ugh. dongmin hated hospitals. in fact, he was so sure that he would never even step foot in a hospital after this. if he needed to wrap himself in bubble wrap to do so, then so be it because he hated hospitals and he would never come ba -
dongmin stops dead in his tracks, right next to the recovery bed that the receptionist had led him to. standing in front of him was the most gorgeous person he'd ever seen in his life.
you were smiling at something the patient in front of you was saying, leaning over to bandage the patient's scrape with a little bandaid that had cartoon ryans all over it.
fuck that.
dongmin was ready to break his leg if it meant that he got to stay in the hospital and stare at your beautiful face all day. before he could find something big and heavy to knock his leg into, however, you make your way over to dongmin, clipboard and first aid kit in hand.
"hello," you say with a soft smile. "my name is y/n l/n and i'll be taking care of you today. is there anything i can help you with?"
"will you go out with me?" the words escape dongmin's mouth before he can even process what he's saying and you immediately lean backwards, a disproving wrinkle between your eyebrows.
"excuse me?" you say, and it's clear that dongmin's not gonna be in your good graces if he hits on you. he really hoped you were like this with everyone and not that you just found him super unattractive or anything (donghyun swore up and down that dongmin was not ugly - especially now that he'd dyed his hair! but donghyun also never had to chase after a girl in his life so...). or worse, if you already had a boyfriend.
but before he can ruminate about your affronted stance too deeply, dongmin rushes to fix his mistake. "i mean, hospitals really freak me out. the ethanol smell and the lighting and everything kinda gets in my head, you know what i mean? do you think you could just slap some gauze on outside?"
the tension in your shoulders immediately relaxes and you take a step forward once more, setting the first aid kit down next to dongmin.
"oh yeah, that makes sense," you say, sounding relieved. "unfortunately, i can only provide care while inside the hospital to make sure that the instruments and gauze are sterile to prevent any contamination. i promise i'll be as quick as possible so i can get you out of here!" you explain, a slight pout tugging your lips down in the most adorable way as you seem genuinely sorry for dongmin.
it was official: han dongmin was in love.
"no, don't worry. take your time. i mean, the cut is pretty bad and i don't wanna leave any mirror guts in it," dongmin says. as quick as possible, my ass, he thinks to himself. i gotta find a way to make this last for as long as i can.
"of course!" you assure, before looking down at the clipboard. "so i assume you cut yourself on a broken mirror? does it hurt when you apply pressure?"
what was the answer that would keep you here longer?
"yes?"
"are you asking me or telling me?"
"telling?"
"very convincing. i'm gonna need to apply pressure and confirm for myself then, if that's alright with you?" you look at him in a way that seems to be somewhat apprehensive and dongmin has never wanted to reverse time more than in this very instant.
until he doesn't because your hands are on his forearm, examining the wound gently and applying pressure around the open gash.
"does it hurt when i do this?" you ask, eyes trained on the way that his forearm muscles ripple and move as you apply pressure in different places.
dongmin's not the most buff guy on the planet, and you checking out his muscles was definitely not for your own pleasure, but at least all of his time on the court and in the gym has paid off in some way.
"uh...no. not unless you're super close to the cut," dongmin says and you nod with a gentle smile. it's in that moment that dongmin decides that he would kill anyone and anything just to see you smile like that again,
"that's good to hear. well, i guess that all we need to do is 'slap some gauze on' after disinfecting the wound and making sure we don't have any 'mirror guts' in it," you say, a hint of cheekiness in your tone. dongmin doesn't know what it is about it but it makes him blush, regardless.
"yeah. that sounds good," he says dreamily, trying hard to compose himself once more when you flash him a questioning look.
you work carefully on his arm, making sure to give a tiny little stress ball to dongmin to use when you descend upon his wound with some antibacterial medicine and rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball.
"so, uh, you look pretty young for a doctor...?" dongmin says, trying very hard to focus his attention on you instead of the stinging pain that came with every touch of the cotton ball on his wound. the more he looked at you, the more he began to wonder if he'd seen you somewhere before.
dongmin wasn't the superstitious type, and didn't exactly believe in 'love at first sight', but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't place you anywhere in his memory.
"that might be because 'm not a doctor," you say somewhat distractedly. "i'm a nursing student."
"oh. oh! you're a nursing student?" he asks. student. that means that you were either his age or just a few years older than him. and it also probably meant that you were a student at a university near by - maybe his?
"yep. a second year. although, don't worry, i've completed all of my first aid clinicals last year itself," you explain, leaning back in satisfaction when you finish cleaning up the wound.
"my school has a pretty famous nursing program, you know. maybe you've heard of yonsei's nursing program?" dongmin asks, eyes shining with hope.
it's only then that you look up at dongmin with an excited look in your eyes, turning to throw away the used cotton balls.
"i go to yonsei as well! i'm just starting my second year. it's a little strange because the nursing program runs through the summer, which is why i'm working clinicals right now. i'm almost done though, so i'll be switching into a field i'm more interested in," you say and dongmin swears he hears wedding bells in his mind. beautiful, kind, intelligent, and the same age as him? it was like god was basically handing his soulmate to him on a platter. maybe love at first sight was real after all.
"me too! well, i'm not a nursing major, but i'm a second year electrical engineering major," dongmin says, watching you turn back towards him with a clipboard.
"mhm, well, i've gotta tell you to be careful for the next week or so. no heavy lifting, sports, and definitely no cutting things. we don't want to make the wound worse, now do we?" you say chidingly, scribbling instructions on the clipboard of how to clean the wound with rubbing alcohol and how many pills of ibuprofen to take per day.
"of course," dongmin says half-heartedly. as much as dongmin hated the feeling of pain, the was the only way that he could think of to get to see you again was to somehow hurt himself again.
"how about you come back in a week to just make sure that it closed up well? make sure it didn't get infected or anything?" you ask, handing him the sheet of paper.
god was real.
dongmin swore he was going to go to church and donate at least 10,000 won for the blessing after blessing he was receiving today.
"oh sure," he says, a mischievous thought popping into his head. "but is it ok if i find you on campus? i have a lot of labs over the next week and i can't miss them if i can't even participate in them, so i can at least get the information. i won't really have time to stop by the hospital," dongmin says carefully, watching your expression to ensure that it wasn't changing with every word that escaped your lips.
technically, it wasn't a lie. dongmin did have a lot of labs next week but that's definitely not why he wouldn't have time to stop by the hospital.
"i don't see why not. i don't need any sterile instruments to just check quickly, so that shouldn't be an issue," you say slowly, nodding to yourself as you look around the little station to make sure you wouldn't need any of the equipment.
"perfect," dongmin says, shuffling out of the bed that he was sitting in to leave before turning around nonchalantly. "do you think i could get your number? so i know where to find you?"
you look up at him, and dongmin tries his best to seem sincere and genuine rather than as calculating as he felt, trying every tactic possible to see you again.
"yeah. yeah, here let me type it into your phone."
he hands his phone over to you, and it takes every single fiber of his being to keep himself from looking excited about any part of this transaction. you were already suspicious enough of him; you definitely didn't need more reasons to add to the list.
you're frowning slightly when you hand the phone back to him so dongmin pockets it without a second thought, to prove that he wasn't trying to be weird.
"thank you so much again." dongmin waves as he leaves, flashing the award-winning smile that he usually reserves for aunties and restaurant owners for free sides. oh, and for his fans.
you don't blush and trip over yourself when he does like his fans do - although you offer him a soft smile in return.
although, dongmin muses, i guess it would be weird if a nurse who met me for the first time would be anything like a college basketball star's fan though. maybe.
he shakes his head, opening the door to the hospital, looking down at his arm wrapped in gauze. yeah. there was no way that dongmin was taking a break from basketball. season started in less than three weeks and as yonsei's point guard, he had no choice but to just power through the injury.
it might work out in his favor after all. at least it would give him more chances to see you.
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turns out, the universe gives him a chance less than two days after he sees you for the first time. and in any other case, dongmin would be incredibly excited to see you again. he'd probably be ready, waiting with freshly showered hair and clean clothes and nice smelling cologne.
instead, when he sees you again, he's wearing raggedy shorts, a stained shirt, and holding a basketball that he definitely should not be holding.
dongmin knew he was fucked the moment you walked in through the double doors that opened up to the indoor basketball court of yonsei, light spilling in from the outdoors, along with the chatter and excitement of students returning to university.
you walk in wearing white, along with six other people dressed similarly, the basketball team's physician (dr. moon taeil) at the head of them all. dongmin hopes that you don't recognize him - or at least don't see him actively playing but of course, you manage to turn your head to see dongmin throw the ball out of his hands in a random direction in panic.
the ball, then of course, managed to fall neatly through the hoop, as though dongmin had intentionally thrown it there, causing him to want to die on the spot.
so he couldn't do that during a game with korea university, but now that he was doing everything in his power to keep you from seeing him play basketball, now he manages to throw it in the one place it shouldn't go.
your eyes narrow when dongmin turns to face you, your gaze falling to his (poorly) wrapped forearm. he offers you a trembling grin, which slowly turns into a frown when you look away, shaking your head as you start talking to the girl next to you.
at least you wouldn't say anything to coach about how he wasn't supposed to be playing right now, dongmin thinks to himself. even if i've effectively ruined my chances of her ever believing me about anything ever again. uh. not that i've had more than one conversation with her. or might have more in the future.
dongmin shivers, jogging over to where the basketball had fallen to pick it up and return to his place at the three-point line and continue shooting practice.
he returns to where he's supposed to be practicing, so that his back is facing the group of people who'd entered - namely, you.
"i forgot coach mentioned that we've got new on-site medical staff," dongmin mutters to himself, dribbling the ball before lining up his shot. "i didn't know that she'd be a part of that though - she can't be the sporty type if she didn't recognize me from the hospital."
dongmin is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't even feel the dark presence looming over him until the ball is released from his hand.
"HAN DONGMIN!" someone yells, right next to his ear, and dongmin scrambles to attention, wincing when the basketball bounces off the rim and into the cart of basketballs he was practicing with with a resounding clang!
he turns slowly, eyes closed, as if that would make you go away.
"i cannot believe that i bandaged you up so carefully just for you to start playing again! how could you be so careless? do you not want to be able to play during the season? you're yonsei's ace and you're being this irresponsible!" you're heaving by the end of your rant and dongmin blinks, trying to come up with a response.
you definitely didn't know him well enough to yell at him like this - much less in front of all of his teammates - but for some reason, that's not what stuck out to dongmin.
(much to his chagrin, you being angry was hot. like really hot. especially since he'd thought you'd be the soft and cozy type, not the impulsive and quick to anger type. he really liked this side of you.)
"you know who i am?" he asks slowly.
"OF COURSE I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! OH, YOU ARE GETTING ON MY NERVES. YOU ASS, I DIDN'T BANDAGE YOU UP THAT NEATLY FOR YOU TO BE WALKING AROUND SHOOTING THREES!"
you're yelling at him, and for some reason, dongmin has never wanted to kiss someone more in his life. he'd never though he'd be this attracted to someone that he's just met yelling at him, much less in front of his entire team and her own entire team. but for some reason, as dongmin looks at you waving your hands all crazy and annoyed, all he can think about it how much he likes you.
it wasn't just physical. of course, he thought you were beautiful - possibly the most beautiful person he'd ever seen in his life and he would die on that hill - but it was more than that. it was as though he'd genuinely fallen in love at first sight.
you could tell him that you were a serial killer and at this point, dongmin would just admire your bloodlust.
"uh. dongmin?" coach jung says behind him, hands crossed over his chest. "do you guys need a moment to step out and come back?"
even coach jung seems a little bit intimidated by your livid state of being and dongmin has to cough to cover up his life.
"no coach. we're done here," you say, turning dramatically on your heel to turn back to your friends. but dongmin moves quicker than even his own mind can process what happens.
before he can think, his hand is wrapped around your wrist, spinning you closer to him, almost as if the two of you were ballroom dancing.
you look up at him, shocked, but dongmin is slow to let go of your wrist, not wanting to lose contact with you.
"no, we need just a moment," dongmin says, his eyes never leaving your own. it's clear that you neither expected this nor were used to this kind of behavior from anyone and before the fight that's building inside of you bubbles out, dongmin tilts his head toward the door that leads to a hallway extending to the equipment room, practically begging you with his eyes.
you aqcuiesce - or at least, dongmin thinks you do - from the way that your shoulder melt just the slightest and you let him pull you into the hallway.
"what?" you snap the second the door shuts behind the two of you. "okay, maybe i didn't let on that i knew you from our encounter, but that's irrelevant. i didn't need to tell you that i knew you. and besides, as your healthcare provider, it would have been extremely irresponsible on my end for me to let slip that i'm a fan - or that i know you personally at all."
dongmin can't help but let a small smile slip. "personally? we know each other personally?"
you fluster in that moment, looking anywhere but at dongmin, bringing a large smile to his face. he'd never thought that the feisty, quick to temper and quick to lose it, loud type was his type but he was starting to enjoy it very much.
"alright, well i know you personally enough, alright?" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "we've met before."
now it's dongmin's turn to look flustered, as he wracks his brain, trying to come up when or where the two of you have met before. he wasn't the one-night-stand type, so that couldn't be it. he also didn't have an insane amount of friends outside of the basketball team and donghyun's friends, so that wasn't it either.
"i'm really sorry - and i'm definitely trying to hit on you, just not right now - but i don't remember. i'd definitely remember someone like you," dongmin says, and he's well aware of the fact that his tone does not sound any level of displeased, and rather dreamy.
you roll your eyes, looking down at the ground. "we kissed once. twice actually. but um. that's not my point."
you clear your throat, as if you hadn't just dropped the biggest bomb of the century on dongmin, shaking your head. "why the hell are you playing basketball on an injured arm anyway? i specifically said no sports!"
dongmin raises an eyebrow. "you say you're my fan and yet you're still asking me why i'm playing when we have our first game in a week. and hold on. i'm not letting go of that first part; we've kissed? twice?"
you shrug, but it's clear that you don't think of it as nonchalantly as you're trying to make it sound when you speak. "yeah. in freshman year. once in spring semester and then once in fall. it's not a big deal. to you at least. clearly you kiss a lot of girls, if you don't even remember us kissing at all."
"now that's not fair," dongmin pouts, but he's well aware that he's not conveying this well at all. suddenly, a flash of a girl wearing a red dress, looking up at him with big eyes and a pouty lips crosses his mind.
good god. were - were you dongmin's mystery girl?
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"what do you mean dongmin finally found his mystery girl? the one he's been crushing on for a full year?" myung jaehyun says incredulously, instantly pulling out his phone to look you up on instagram.
dongmin sits in the middle of his friends, all sitting at the same table as they were supposed to be eating lunch, his head resting in his hands.
"you mean the one that he swore was the love of his life? god, he wouldn't shut up about that for at least six months," lee sanghyuk says, shoveling noodles in his mouth.
"try a year," donghyun groans, rubbing his forehead in pain. "do you remember the state of this kid when he woke up the next day?"
"good god, it was horrible. all he could say for a full week was that he wanted to jump out of the window because he'd lost her number and that he was never going to find true love because he couldn't remember her name, number, or even what she looked like," sanghyuck adds.
park sungho, the newest addition to their friend group, blinks, looking at dongmin, who's head is still in his hands.
"you were down bad, man," he muses and jaehyun on the side of him snorts.
"down bad doesn't even begin to describe it. it got to the point where we had 'girl in the red dress' and 'true love' jars because he would talk about her." jaehyun sighed, looking at dongmin pointedly. "he'd put enough money that we'd bought alc for the rest of freshman year. just in spring semester."
"that's what you get for trying to prove that you could drink a 4lokos without getting shitfaced," donghyun says, nose crinkling as he recalled the hours he had to spend making sure that dongmin wasn't going to die by choking on his own spit. "and he went and did it twice. it took us months to get to the point where we could invite this guy anywhere so as long as he swore not to bring her up again."
dongmin looks up, almost excitedly. "do you think that if i drink another 4lokos, we'll kiss at another party?"
sungho leans over, smacking him upside the head. "you're so fucking dumb. and i can tell just by these stories. you're not allowed to drink until season's over, idiot. and she's on your medical team. why don't you start by making a good impression while you're not so drunk you're going to start insisting that spongebob is hydrophobic."
("you were there when that happened?")
("you idiot, you thought i was spongebob. you kept throwing my drinks away because you thought i was going to disappear into them if i drank them. which makes no sense because that's not what hydrophobic means.")
("oh. sorry man.")
"yeah. just go to the med clinic tomorrow, apologize to her, and bring her flowers or something. women eat that shit up!" sanghyuk says with a mouthful of noodles and jaehyun nods, pointing his chopsticks at him excitedly.
"they do! my girlfriend always feels better with food and flowers," he says, cheeks stuffed to the brim with carbonara.
dongmin's mind races with all of the implications of doing so, but every single one of his thoughts fade away in light of the fact that he could redeem himself in your eyes. he slams his hands down on the table, swinging his legs over the bench to run to the nearest flower shop.
"i'll be back before practice!" dongmin calls out over his shoulder, waving a quick goodbye as he sprints towards the florists.
he makes it to the edge of the courtyard before he hears the yelling of his friends behind him, turning to see them waving at him (and waving some very rude fingers at him).
"YOU FORGOT YOUR WALLET, YOU IDIOT!"
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dongmin's friends were useless. absolutely useless.
he'd went and bought the prettiest bouquet of flowers he could find, a nice meal from his favorite bento place, and had even bought three different types of ice cream bars because he didn't know which one you'd like.
he'd walked right into the medical clinic office, his apology gifts all in hand, ready to apologize to you, redeem his honor, and become your own true love.
the last part probably wasn't going to work anyway, but the first two should've been foolproof.
instead, he manages to prove that he was a fool.
as it turns out, he wasn't the only person who thought that the flowers were beautiful; dongmin had managed to bring the queen bee as a secret surprise in the bouquet, which meant that the rest of her hive was NOT very happy that he'd committed royal kidnap, as far as the bees were concerned.
"HAN DONGMIN WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" you yell from underneath your desk, where you were hiding from the sudden swarm of bees that had followed dongmin in.
he doesn't respond, too busy opening the window to drop the flowers out of, hesitating when he sees the number of people that were lounging around the courtyard that the medical office looked out of.
dongmin lines up the bouquet, sending a prayer to god (any one that would listen) as he shoots the best three he's ever shot in his life, so that the bouquet (and all of the bees that accompanied it) landed far away enough from people to prevent them from getting hurt.
of course, a few brave souls had stayed behind to exact revenge for their queen on dongmin, resulting in upwards of five bee stings, before dongmin finally evaded the great medical bee disaster once and for all.
he turns sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
"i don't suppose i could find medical care in this clinic, could i?" he says, and he's well aware of the fact that he's flushed bright red, as he always seems to when he's made a fool of himself.
thankfully, there are only four or five people, including you, in the office to witness this disaster - although, dongmin can see the girl you were talking to yesterday surpressing a smile.
"yeah, of course you could. but we're all headed on break so unfortunately, y/n is the only person who's gonna be able to give you medical care. you know, since you've already brought lunch for her," your friend says with a knowing grin. she ushers the rest of the medical staff out of the office, closing the door behind her with a telltale click.
"you can come out from under the desk now," dongmin says, and despite the situation, he finds it adorable that in the case of a bee swarm, your first instinct had been to hide underneath a desk.
"i was going to," you grumble, slinking out from your hiding spot and dusting off invisible dust from your pants. "what were you thinking, bringing flowers with bees in them?"
dongmin blushes, tilting his head as he tries to look anywhere but where you were. "i wanted to apologize to you. in my defense, i kinda always thought bees were made up. i mean, they're so fat! there's no way they should be able to fly. that directly violates like every law of aviation in the world."
your eyebrow quirks upward as you look at the ice cream and lunch he had set down on your desk in his bee-induced panic. "i can't believe you're quoting the bee movie at me right now."
"i can't believe you know i'm quoting the bee movie. i should've known the love of my life was an internet connoiseur," dongmin says with a sigh, examining the bee stings on his arm. how did these bees even manage to crawl underneath the sleeves of his shirt?
"excuse me?" you bark, hands on your hips. "did you just call me the love of your life? when you couldn't even remember who i was like yesterday?"
"okay, wait. you don't understand. first, i need you to help me out by getting some ointment on these stings because they're starting to burn and i don't know if that's so normal. and then, i'll explain everything, trust me."
you reluctantly reach back into a cabinet that reads 'insect stings' and grab the kit for bee stings, pulling a cream out of it, beckoning dongmin to come closer so that you could treat it.
"do you remember what happened that night? or those two nights, i guess?" you ask softly, eyes trained on dongmin's arm so that you don't have to look him in the eyes and he nods.
"i remember. well, as much as i can, anyway. i was blackout drunk both times. and from what i remember, you weren't exactly sober either, so i don't know how you remember me but trust me, whatever you think about me is not true. i was - i was so down bad that my friends had to make a 'no y/n' jar!" dongmin yelps the last part when your hand on his arm presses a little too hard.
"i'm sorry! sorry!" you gasp, immediately leaning over to blow cool air on the place you'd accidentally put too much pressure. "what do you mean by a no 'no y/n' jar though? i thought you didn't remember my name."
"i didn't! and it killed me! i don't remember exactly what happened those nights but i remember how much i liked you. i remember thinking that i'd never meet a girl like you in my life. it still frustrates me that i lost your number - although, i do remember the part where you smacked me over the head the second time that we met. i think i suffered permanent brain damage from that.
"but i remember glimpses of that night. like that red dress you were wearing and how much you were rambling about stars. you were giving me an in-depth explanation about how black holes work and something about how rockets look like they're stuck in time in black holes. not the point. but the point is that i genuinely fell in love with you that first night we met.
"i've got this horrid habit though, when i get drunk - i become either super scared of water, or super infatuated with it. it's honestly a coin-toss. so imagine my feeling the next morning when i wake up with a dissolved piece of paper in my pocket that's supposed to have your number on it, semi-wet clothes, and a raging migraine.
"i thought i met the love of my life and i couldn't even remember her name, number, or even her face. it drove me and my friends absolutely nuts. me because i didn't know how to find you when i couldn't remember anything. my friends went insane because i would talk about you so much that they bought me those swear jars for every time i mentioned you.
"of course, i didn't know your name so you were just 'the love of my life' or 'girl in the red dress' but i think i dumped at least 300,000 won in those jars by the end of the semester. and then as if the universe was out to make my life living hell, we met again and i was shitfaced again. i swore to never touch a 4lokos after that, if that's any level of redemption.
"anyway. i brought you flowers and all this stuff because i wanted to tell you that - that i've liked you for a lot longer than even i've known! i remember most of the conversations that we had, even if i couldn't remember exactly who you were. when i saw you at the hospital, i genuinely thought i was falling in love at first sight. but i guess, that's kinda not true. cause that would be my third time falling in love at first sight."
"why, though? three times? i mean, i don't think i'm ugly or anything but three times? yeah, i mean i guess i kinda also had a thing for you after those two nights. god. i wish i remembered what we talked about for us to get this attached," you say, mumbling the last part. dongmin turns to you somewhat confused, watching you as you open up the bento box he'd bought you.
"you don't remember what we talked about? besides the black holes and stuff?"
"nope. but i've also got a horrible reputation amongst my friends for how much i talked about you. the worst part is that i remembered you but not what we talked about. it was so stupid because no one believed me that han dongmin, yonsei's point guard was the guy i'd had my heart for the past year." you instinctively smile the moment you take a bite of the food and even though it's so small, dongmin's heart swells with pride.
"why didn't you ever come up to me? i mean, this whole year of pining could've been avoided if you'd talked to me," dongmin says, accepting the ice cream bar you handed him. how the hell did you know that was his favorite ice cream?
"i gave you my number once, and i kissed you twice. i figured you were just ghosting me at some point if you weren't going to reach out to me. and besides, nursing really picked up right after basketball season so...i kinda just ended up torturing my friends for the past year," you say, somewhat sheepishly, but dongmin is barely even listening anymore.
after all, how many people can say that they fell in love at first sight with the same person three times?
"well. we're here now. will you go out with me? i promise i won't even touch a 4lokos!"
"deal. as long as you promise to tell me everything we talked about that night. i still can't tell why i fell so hard for you that i chased you down a basketball court in front of your whole team."
"my stellar looks? my killer smile? my stupidly handsome personality? my superb basketball skills?"
"try your stupid attraction to water molecules."
"i have a feeling i shouldn't have told you about that."
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freshman year, spring semester.
"really? you've never fallen in love before?" you ask incredulously. you and dongmin are sitting on the balcony of some random friend who decided to throw a party, feet dangling over the edges in between the bars.
"nah. i don't think so," dongmin says, leaning backwards on his palms. "i don't think i've ever met someone who's ever made me feel like my entire heart is their's to do whatever they want to do with."
"then let's play this game," you say, clumsily pulling out your phone. "that one thing on new york times, where you fall in love with someone within 36 questions."
"why? you want me to fall in love with you?" dongmin says, leaning over with a cheeky smile. you push him playfully, focused on trying to pull up the questions list.
"you'd do that whether i told you to or not," you fire back. "and besides, i think i'm a fantastic kisser. so you're probably already in love."
"you're right," dongmin says with a sigh. "i think i am."
freshman year, fall semester.
"question 36. i can't believe we never finished all the questions last time," you say. this time the two of you are sitting so close, dongmin can still taste the watermelon chapstick you're wearing. at this point though, dongmin might as well be the one wearing it.
"to be fair, last time i think we were otherwise preoccupied."
"get your mind out of the gutter!"
"i was talking about how many times you kept getting distracted by the dog."
"anyway. we're on question 36; are you in love with me yet?"
"i should be asking you that. i've been in love."
"han dongmin! i thought you weren't the superstitious type?"
"i'll be whatever you want me to be."
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âËâżË° pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader
ৠâ§âË âĄ somethinâ about him is made for somebody like me âËâčâ
⥠genre - warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected piv, car and semi public sex, kinda slow burn? idk bear w me
word count: 3.1k
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a/n: idk, a little something ab changbin as i prepare for 1k event fics!<3 and all my wips omg; just bc heâs so ariana slay
Changbin said it simply, whether or not you would go with him to the gym, via text message, to which you declined, you didnât feel like working out at all, something about you that day seemed to depress you, but every muscle in your body tensed and your whole being woke up as you read:
uh, too bad
i wanted you to meet gyuri, i'm going to train her now
I thought you might get alongđ
You jolted up, perplexed as you read the message from your best friend. Next thing you knew you were ready to go to Changbinâs personalized gym, this time dressed a little less sporty, you hoped to excuse yourself smoothly with something you would come up with later since you werenât thinking clearly.
For years you had this best friend dynamic with Changbin, an unique dynamic where you never touched each other that way, but you treated each other with such affection that people thought you were a couple and, but knowing that he would be with another woman... made you grow jealous, you couldnât deny it, he was yours, you were in love with him but the idea of a relationship suffocated you, you just knew you wanted him, his company in everything.
Changbin was a professional and personal trainer, he had clients of very high status, usually... other men so you were more than relieved, but a girl was something new to you. So with a slight shiver in your body, you unexpectedly knocked on your friendâs establishment door. He opened it for you within seconds, confused, wearing his tight workout clothes, making you slightly nervous.
âOh, hey, loveâ he greeted you with a smile, âYou drove here by yourself? You actually decided to come... but... youâre not dressed to...â
âOh, no, letâs go eat laterâ you quickly interrupted him.
âOkay! But... you know Iâm kind of busy, will you wait here?â
You blinked trying to think quickly, a valid excuse, something, something...
âMr. Seo!â you heard a high-pitched but sweet voice, interrupting you and diverting his attention.
Changbin turned with a smile and then saw you. The inner fire of yours burst out in you more.
âOh, itâs Gyuri, come in Y/n.â
You both walked further in, until you came to see a pretty young woman with two glasses with orange juice in her hands... she was, something else, she had such a bright aura, long hair and dyed a light brown. She really was Changbinâs type, if you knew him well enough.
âChangbin, please, Iâm not that oldâ he joked correcting her, taking one of the glasses, âOh, this is Y/n, Y/n, Gyuri.â
âNice to meet youâ Gyuri replied kindly with a smile to which you reciprocated the gesture, âOh, I made orange juice, do you want...?â
âIâm fine really...â
And a brief awkward silence formed. Changbin sensed it instantly and took a quick sip of his juice.
âWell, letâs continueâ he exclaimed.
You felt... like you shouldnât be there, you werenât even wearing work out clothes, you were sad in your apartment but you went all the way here by mere impulse as you felt Changbin was yours.
You watched them walk away, but Changbin quickly turned to see you.
âAh, Y/n...â
âItâs okay, I can goâ you replied awkwardly, your cheeks warm not exactly sure if from a bit of rage or general embarrassment.
âOh, no, you can stay, I wonât really train, Iâll just make sure Gyuri does a good job and that the exercises I assign suit her.â
You smiled at him, you couldnât even answer him, you felt so small, pathetic and jealous. And now you had to witness him, pulling her body closer, encouraging her, correcting her posture, lifting her ass to him. You couldnât take it anymore. Usually youâre that girl, and you come out of your sessions very turned on by his yelling and flattery.
You texted Minho, your other friend, telling him to call you urgently, to which he initially complained and tried to ignore you but after a few minutes, very confused he did. You walked away embarrassed, pretending to have an important call and walked out, exclaiming that it was a call from Minho. Changbin watched you leave, a little confused... as you were acting weird, quieter than usual and the only time he saw your eyes light up was when you got the call from another man, causing him discontent.
You explained the situation to Minho, to which in a mocking tone, after laughing at you, he encouraged you to finally try something with Changbin, that if neither of you didnât cross the line, something would never happen... so you decided to take his wise words. This wasnât planned, youâre usually unproblematic and only the universe knows how hard you tried to resist, but you couldnât help it, the boy was yours. He always was. Only you knew him like no one else and you couldnât wait to try.
After an exhaustive talk on the phone for more than half an hour with Minho, whom you seemed to be forcibly holding back, you entered, finding Changbin and Gyuri finishing their session. You celebrated internally; you checked even the smallest detail of both of them was in order, analyzing them with the look that nothing had happened in your absence, and everything looked the same. Only the girl was a little flustered who had a slightly tired expression and was sweating, getting up from the exercise machine.
She walked in search of her tumbler cup with water, drinking slowly.
âIâm done, what do you want to eat?â Changbin walked over to tell you.
You still smelled his perfume, with him not shedding a drop of sweat.
You smiled at him, âI donât know, letâs just go out.â
You were nervous and couldnât explain it. What you didnât know was that Changbin was also giving your long phone call with Minho a second thought. So he didnât even pay attention to Gyuri, just politely bid her farewell, telling her politely that he would see her next session.
Once inside his car, he started driving, suddenly you found him a thousand times more attractive, the way his hair looked so fluffy, he was driving attractively with one hand and his seat belt squeezing between the middle of his pecs... you thought about what to say, honestly confessing with cheesy words was not your thing, what could you do...
âSo... what so much did Minho say?â he finally spoke, trying to hide his curiosity.
âMinho? Ah, nothing.â
âMmm... well, it seems like you talked quite a lot...â
You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you werenât paying much attention to what Changbin was saying, but his subtle tone changed something in you... it was obvious his slight jealous tone so you quickly seized the opportunity.
âUh... well yeah, you know how Minho and I areâŠâ
âMinho and you? Since when? He can barely stand you.â
âWell⊠he tolerates me enough to listen to my voice over the phone for an hour.â
Changbin snorted in annoyance, bringing his other hand to the steering wheel, giving an incredulous half-smile.
âAnyway, letâs go to that food place we went to the other time.â
âSounds good to me, maybe I can bring Minho something to eat tooâ you continued to tease him, enjoying seeing his disgusted reaction.
âWhy would you bring him food? If youâre hanging out with me, he can cook something by himself. Did you tell him youâd bring him food? Does it mean youâre going to see him later?â exploded Changbin in emotions still looking straight ahead, unable to turn to see you.
You laughed and rolled your eyes in satisfaction.
âGod, Changbin, are you listening to yourself?â
âYeah so what?â
âAre you jealous?â you smiled mischievously.
âAs much as you were of Gyuriâ he now smiled.
The gesture was immediately wiped off your face. You couldnât believe he said that. Changbin started laughing in his typical mocking laugh, coming from the pit of his stomach, his low and sonorous 'hehehe', you found it really annoying.
âOh, shut the fuck up.â
âWell, thatâs the way you wanted to playâ he added, parking his car in front of a fence on the street of the outside restaurant which was a street food place, a bit far from it.
You crossed your arms and acted indignant, hoping to get his attention, you were both attention whores. Changbin smiled at your expression, looking straight ahead with your arms and leg crossed. He unbuckled his seatbelt, and began to stirr your arm playfully.
âCome on, letâs go eat, donât say you got mad. If you behave yourself Iâll pay for Linoâs food too and weâll bother him later, we can see his annoying reaction when he sees us coming overâ he mentioned in an amused tone, begging for your attention.
You slowly smiled and it wasnât because of his comment, just for the simple fact that you really liked Changbin, and you loved the way he begged a little. You turned to look at him, slowly, scaring Changbin in a good way, as your expression was serious, you had a sweet smile drawn on your face, your eyes sparkled in the slight darkness and... you managed to make him nervous in seconds, you looked so attractive in his eyes, with a look that you had only seen him before for a few seconds when you got drunk, a seductive look almost inviting him to do with you whatever he wants.
âHey, letâs go to...â
âChangbinâ you said slowly; he was lost on you, he didnât finish his sentence nor did he know what he was talking about, âBin...â
You didnât know exactly what to say either. You were just waiting for him to react and come to you and take what is his, with a kiss.
Changbin cleared his throat, averting his gaze from you, breaking the moment of tension and the magic moment where you were hypnotizing him. You would have thought it was cute... but instead you grimaced in disgust... was it that you had misread the signs and Changbin really didnât like you too? You got so angry that you spat impulsively and without thinking:
âYeah, well, at least Minho would have known to take this chance and would be kissing me by now.â
Changbinâs face perked up as did his ears at being so surprised, the sentence with the words âMinho, kiss, meâ didnât seem to well at all to him.
âExcuse me?â
You moved dangerously close to him, almost brushing his lips, making him open his eyes in surprise:
âThat he can read the room and understand what I wantâ you provoked him again.
âOh yeah?â he expressed, smugly, brushing his nose with yours, âThen why donât you go and bother him? But no, you have to be here... Binnie this, Binnie that... Iâve never seen you complain this much...â
âAnd what could it be that I always called you before anyone else?â his lips inches away, so agonizing that your body throbbed with excitement.
âWhat is it...? You have to tell me.â
âWhat do you want me to tell you, Seo Changbin?â
The air suddenly became heavy, your breaths could be heard in every corner of his car.
âSay what you want, youâre free to express yourself, love.â
You smiled, amused about to say the most corny thing in the world, unashamed, about to kiss him, âIâd say youâre mine.â
And you kissed him, being pushed by more than your silly steady wobble. His lips were soft and fluffy, Changbin quickly held the back of your neck gently to intensify his kiss, you took hold of his strong arm; he did it so well, he was slow but wild, taking you into splendid delight. After a little over a minute, his free hand sought to caress your thigh, he brought his hand under your skirt and explored the inside of your mouth dirtyly with his tongue, arousing you a little.
Finally you parted, lips swollen and incredibly aroused from each other, staring into each otherâs eyes so lasciviously.
âOh, Y/n...â he whispered, analyzing every part of your face, âCome here, Iâm all yours.â
Changbin roughly slid his seat back, patting his thighs, you looked down at his hand and it was inevitable to notice that he was hard. You smiled broadly and found a way to slide from your seat to his, sitting on his lap facing him, with your thighs on either side of his, feeling a little of his bulge brush against your mons pubis, so close to your clit. You left your hands on his pecs and kissed him again, in a more desperate act, not caring that you were on a public street, you needed him, just now more than any other day, you couldnât believe it, finally you and him, intertwining, under the night.
Changbin began to touch your body, running his manly hands up your thighs and down your ass, until he reached your panties, desperate, Changbin let one hand squeeze your thigh and the other caressed your sensitive clit, managing to cause you to shiver. You were so wet that it kind of embarrassed you to drop your whole body into his lap, but he loved how slightly needy you looked. Changbin gently bit your lower lip as he pulled away from you and worked more on caressing your throbbing clit; you bit your lip in pleasure as you saw his smug expression on his face, he was more than happy to see a new reaction in you, with your slightly open mouth, panting and your submissive look, suddenly discovering your body became so addictive and filled him with adrenaline.
You gasped harder, you were so ready to see his cock for the first time and decisively to start moving on it, you wanted it right now and you were about to ask for it; but seeing two young people walking down the street through the back window of his car, made you regain your consciousness a little.
âCha-ngbinâ you tried to speak, âweâre in...â
âIn a fucking public place, I know dear, so you better be discreet; Iâm not gonna take off any of your clothes, you can fuck me like thisâ he whispered breathy and sizzling near your lips, gently scrunching his nose and unable to take his eyes off your face.
You watched him and for some reason, you just nodded submissively, Changbin widened his smile at your response, sweetly showing his front teeth.
âStand up a little, so you can feel my fingers...â
You did so instantly, and within seconds you felt the tickle of his fingers across your labia, then moving away the fabric of your panties from your soaked entrance and he slipped two of his deft fingers into your core.
Changbin raised his eyebrows in surprise and pouted finding you tender, your body trembled and you did your best to hold back the soft whimper leaving your lips at the sensation of your insides being touched.
âYouâre so wet, love. I think youâre so ready to take my cock already, donât you?â
He pushed his fingers in deeper, teasing you more, making you lean your limp body into him, enjoying the feel of his fingers digging inside you.
âY-yes, Changbin, please.â
âI didnât hear you right, what was the magic word again?â
âPl-please.â
Changbin thrusted you with his fingers more intensely and rapidly bringing your climax closer and, your wetness spilling out of you, dripping down his hand and onto his thighs and, with his typical smug grin, he pulled out of you without warning, making you sigh in exasperation, but you caught your breath, as you watched him finally pull down his shorts and underwear; Changbin looked to his sides a little guiltily, his heart was racing; his windows were shielded but the rush of having a little bit of public sex filled him with adrenaline again, pumping his cock to perfection.
Finally there it was, something you hadnât planned at all from the beginning but still circumstances led you to it; his cock, nice and erect and thick, his little trimmed pubic hair in his area perfectly detonating to his rigid and throbbing member with its pink tip coated in shiny precum. The curiosity in you won, stroking it admiringly, from its tip to its base and its soft sensitive balls, you wanted to do so many things with it, take your time, but both of you were already in a very compromising situation.
âGo ahead, baby, ride meâ he gasped, somewhat despairing at your sudden masturbation to his cock.
You raised your gaze and lifted your body a little again, bringing it closer to his erection, Changbin grabbed your hips while you leaned on his chest, then pushed the fabric of your panties aside with one hand and with the other you perfectly centered his hard cock at your entrance, finally letting you slowly drop into it, feeling every inch of him stretching your hole and walls; it felt so good in you, that you both gasped at the same time, but it felt even better with his full length inside, as if he was tailor-made for you.
You began to move, whimpering a little, the sensation was indescribable, Changbin finally for you.
âMove for me, move for me, fuck youâre doing great.â
You rode his cock, expecting nothing less from Changbin, but his babbles filling you with compliments made your nipples hard, you wanted to be touched by him, every part of you, completely vulnerable, but for the moment you had to settle for intense car sex, living off the pure sensation and the grotesque sound of your soaking wet core being stirred by his masculinity. Your tiny skirt covered the scene; just two best friends, with the girl jumping on her friendâs lap, panting. You felt complete, you didnât want to leave him ever, his balls were rubbing against your pussy as he was so fucking deep in you and with your throbbing labia brushing against his body, you were completely rapt, Changbin was too strong to carry you easily and move your body at his mercy, his cock destroying beautifully inside you, you were whimpering in pure pleasure, never stopping babbling his name. You thought you were moving but he was doing his part too, intensifying each thrust into you.
Changbin tightened his grip on you, almost marking your skin, squeezing the fabric of your skirt tightly against you, he grunted loudly and you felt his cock throb in, followed by his orgasm shooting deep into your core, you couldnât hold it back that long either, you twitched gently a couple more times as you watched him try to recover and you swooned completely into his body, culminating in a shuddering orgasm that altered every sense in you.
You both stared at each other, shaken and with a smirk of satisfaction as if you had won a prize you were aiming for.
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Golden Walkway
Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader (Reader is a teacher in Jackson, has long hair.) Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: Itâs your birthday, Joel takes you out to the Tipsy Bison, kisses (and does more to) you in the rain, and takes you home to give you a gift (it's sex, the gift is sex). Also, the thought of Joel spitting whiskey in someone's mouth happened and I had to write it out. đ€·đŒââïž Warnings: smut, drinking, consent first, degradation second, followed by so much praise, hair pulling, spitting, Joel calls you a slut, fingering against a brick wall, F receiving oral, I watched that doggy style Narcos gif (for research) a lot, unprotected p in v, apocalypse birth control (pulling out), Joelâs canon age, Readerâs in her 30âs. Words: 4,300 A/N: Hi! Welcome to my first published fic. I'm currently working on a grander scale fic with these two, I hope to have the first chapter out within the next couple of weeks. I just really wanted to get this out there! Thanks for reading and a big thank you to @ohheypedrito for all of her help and also to our phones for not overheating when I send 40 texts at once with ideas for fics. Hope you enjoy, can't even blame the feralness of this on the full moon.
Edit: I posted the Masterlist for Elks, my work these two are included in.
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âWas turning 21 as fun as theyâd show in movies back then?â Youâre cuddled in next to Joel on his couch sketching in your notebook while Joel reads a book about Native Americans that you found him. You always do this, a random question or thought to break the comfortable silence. Â
âNot for me, bought a 12 pack of Bud Light and split it on my porch with Tommy. Sarah was only a toddler then and I had work in the morning. Didnât have the money or the time to go to a bar. âCourse I donât think a lotta people did anything the way theyâd show in the movies.â
âI always wanted to have my 21st birthday at a bar, yaâ know? Wait until the clock strikes midnight and order a weird named shot.â
âWell, I reckon we could do that at the Bison tomorrow night. Might not be your 21st but Iâll get you whatever you want to drink, and the best part is you can drink before midnight.â Joel pulls you in closer and kisses your forehead, âWhat do you say, let me take you out for your birthday sweetheart.â
âYes, please,â you sigh into his shoulder, âsounds amazing.â
âWear that little blue dress I know you have hanging in your closet.â
The drinks flowing through you making you downright giddy, alcohol making you bolder, your body and your inhibitions becoming looser, your hands becoming addicted to touching Joel, first his leg, then his thigh, now his lower stomach, right at his waistband. You havenât been this tipsy in a long time, your face feeling flushed and red more from your desire than any drink youâve had tonight.
âYou better knock that off before I take you outside in the rain and fuck you against the building, darling,â Joel huffs into your ear. His fiery warning massaging your neck causing your heart rate cooled by your inebriation to pick up.Â
âSooo, keep going?â You slur back.Â
âIf thatâs what you really want,â Joel puts a forceful squeeze on your upper thigh, a layer of your dress laying between his skin and your skin. If you werenât both sitting at the bar, and maybe in one of the more darker corners of the saloon youâd surely hike your skirt up and let him learn just how bad you want him.
It feels so good to let go with him, to giggle openly at his jokes, stare at his profile as he talks with a friend or two who stop by to say hello, or place your hand on his broad back just because you want to touch his soft blue denim shirt.Â
You watch as his tongue darts out and licks the leftover whiskey off his top lip, Joelâs movements becoming a little slower thanks to the amber liquid heâs been drinking all night. Some droplets glisten on his mustache, you fight every urge inside yourself to not lean over and lick them up.Â
âItâs what I want,â you respond as you move your hand back and forth across his waistband.
âJesus Christ, Iâm about ready to throw you over my shoulder and run home,â Joel says as he takes your hand into his and pulls it away.
âNot so fast. You told me youâd fuck me in the rain, thatâs what I want for my birthday,â you whisper into his ear with a breathy giggle.
âCanât fuck you out here in public. Small town ân all, but Iâll make you feel good,â Joel takes a last swig of his drink, puts the glass down and knocks his fist on the bar to let the bartender know you two are leaving. He leans forward and drawls into your ear, âNow finish your drink if you want me to show you just how happy of a birthday I can give you.âÂ
You nod and gulp your drink down. Youâre so wet, you donât know if youâve ever been this turned on before. Joel grabs your arm with the perfect amount of pressure, youâve never been so happy to get outside into the pouring rain.Â
ââ
Itâs absolutely storming outside, your footsteps sloshing in the puddles on the ground. The rain pelting yourâs and Joelâs bodies as you walk through late night Jackson. It feels like youâre the only two people in the whole town as you make your way farther away from the bar. The bulbs of the string lights reflecting off the water gathering on the sidewalks making your path towards Joelâs house golden. You donât rush, the two of you not scared away by the downpour, the drops cooling your burning skin. Joel turns down the street before his, pulling you behind one of the storage buildings, itâs darker back here, practically pitch black thanks to the rain clouds blocking the moon and the nearest light source being three buildings down. Youâre pushed up against the brick, Joelâs hand gently cradling your head to block it from hitting the wall, heâs such a gentleman.Â
âHappy birthday baby, I need you to tell me you want this, ân youâre okay with this, I have plans for you and I need you to tell me you want it.â Joel instructs you, all you can see is his eyes and the faint lines of his facial hair, the rest of him camouflaged by the darkness surrounding the two of you.Â
âI want it, more than anything. Please,â your voice straining as you beg.Â
âTell me you want me to have my way with you,â Joel speaks into your slack mouth as he rubs his arched nose against yours.Â
âI want you to have your way with me,â you moan against his wet shirt, âso bad.â
âGood girl, now, mânot gonna fuck you here, because Iâm afraid I wonât be able to stop and I need to have you in my bed tonight.â Joel starts to move his hand down your body lifting the hem of your dress. âBut, you are going to cum for me right here.â Joel captures your mouth with his. His hand starts to trace the outline of your panties, you mew out a cry as his fingers slip through and begin to pet you right where you ache the most. His hands are so big, his fingers so long and thick, always putting the right amount of pressure, moving the way you need him to move. Joel Miller is a capable man, everyone knows that, but nobody, except for you, knows just how capable he is.Â
Joel sticks a finger in you, though his finger is thick and feels so good, you need more to fill you.Â
âAnother,â you instruct in between fevered kisses. Your pussy clenches as Joel pushes another finger in you. âYessss,â you moan out against his lips.
âThatâs my good girl, gotta get you stretched out fâme.â Joel begins to kiss his way down your chin and neck stopping at your chest, your hard nipples jutting through your wet dress. Joel takes one into his mouth, sucking the fabric and your tit deeper into his mouth. The sloppy wet sounds of Joelâs suctions making you want him more.
âAnother finger,â you shudder out. âThree? You really want it tonight, donât you?â Joel mumbles against your chest as he sticks a third finger in. It burns, it burns in the best way. Youâre ready for him, itâs what youâve been waiting for all night. You bite down on your lip as your legs begin to shake, Joel can tell youâre right on the edge and twists his fingers inside of you as he finger fucks you harder.Â
Your orgasm bursts forward your whole body going stiff as you try not to wail out into the night.
âThatâs iiiiiit baby,â Joel pulls his fingers out of you and softly pets your pussy from hole to clit.
He removes his hand from between your legs bringing it up between the two of you resting his finger tips against your lips, you open your mouth and begin to lick. His tongue meeting yours as you both clean his thick digits covered in you. He takes his hand away leaving just your mouths to taste each other. His kiss turns tender, your kiss turns desperate.
Joel pulls away resting his forehead against yours. âMy beautiful birthday girl. Letâs get you home, my giftâs not done.â
ââ
Your body practically chills with the promise of what is left to come. Joel grabs your hand and you take it depending on him to lead you to his home. Every step you take you feel your wet core heavy with lust, youâre soaked from the rain and from Joel, if you could drown like this, you would go down with the sinking ship. His house comes into view, your body tingling in anticipation at the site as the both of you speed your footsteps up in perfect agreement.Â
He throws open the gate, youâre following so close you almost trip on his heels making your way up the walkway and steps. He fumbles for his keys and unlocks the doors, you take the opportunity to run your hands all over his back and sides, rubbing the wet cloth of his shirt as it molds to his body. The door swings open and you both shuffle into his living room gasps escaping your mouths, both out of breath from your dash home and your mutual want for each other. You step out of your wet shoes and shake your hair out.Â
âTake your dress off, right now.â Joel huffs out as he tosses his keys on the console table and begins to kick his boots off.Â
You strip yourself of your baby blue frock as fast as you can. Youâve never had a reason to wear such a revealing piece of clothing. You donât know why you held onto it, let alone grabbing it from the communal clothing rack, never thinking anything, or anyone, would be worthy enough for you to dress up for. Joelâs worthy, so worthy.Â
âFeel like Iâm a little underdressed hereâŠâ your words grab Joelâs attention as he moves his hands up to his chest to begin to unbutton his denim shirt. He gets one button taken care of before he rips it open. Shame, itâs your favorite shirt, you'll have to fix it for him later. You watch as a button rolls underneath a table, before you can note where it lands, your attention turns back to Joel to find him stepping out of his jeans and underwear leaving him completely naked.Â
What a sight, what a fucking sight. Thereâs only a lamp on in the room, Joelâs body being cast in amber color and shadow, one side of him on full display glowing in the light, the other more difficult to discern. He moves forward stalking you. âNow Iâm the underdressed one here. Take them off for me,â he says as he moves to pick up a bottle of whiskey from his shelf.Â
You follow his instructions shucking your underwear down your legs and leaving them pooled at your feet.Â
âGood girl,â Joel says as he begins to walk towards you unscrewing the lid off the bottle. He stands in front of you and takes a drink. âOpen your mouth,â he orders as he grabs your hair and tips your head back. He takes another pull from the bottle, this time he raises his mouth over your mouth and begins to dribble drips of whiskey down from his mouth into yours. A moan raises from your throat, causing Joel to tighten his hold on your hair and arch your head back even more. He spits the rest of the whiskey straight into your mouth, you happily swallow his spit and liquor down. He unwinds his hands from your hair, takes another drink and kisses you, the whiskey and his tongue spilling into your mouth. Joel pulls back and takes his last swig before resting the bottle on the table. âGet upstairs.â
You donât think youâve ever run so fast in your life, tripping over your feet as you rush your way up, Joelâs naked form hunting you like prey up each step.
The sight of Joelâs bed brings a new wave of goosebumps to your skin.Â
âBend over on the bed darlin,â Joel turns on a lamp in the corner and pulls it closer. âNeed to lick and fuck you with my tongue.âÂ
You move over to Joelâs side of the bed and bend forward, your ass sitting high in the air and your face in the sheets, you inhale the smell of Joel on his sheets. You swing your hips in giddy anticipation of whatâs about to happen.Â
You feel his body lean over yours, his erection laying over your lumbar. âOkay baby, once again, need you to tell me youâre good with me having my way with your body,â he tempts into your ear.Â
âFuck, yâyes, fuck, of course I am good. So good.â
âThatâs my girl,â Joelâs heavy body lifting off of yours as he kneels between your legs. You feel his hot breaths on you where youâre aching for him the most, you widen your stance egging him on to touch you. âLook at you,â Joel licks your thigh, âso fuckinâ wet youâve spilled out into your thighs.âÂ
You scream a pleasured yell as Joelâs teeth bite down into the flesh of your thigh and sucks your skin into his mouth. The pain is perfect. He loosens his bite, kissing and licking the spot, the sensation making your body quiver.Â
âOkay baby?â
âY-y-yessss,â you answer.
âWhaddo you need sweetheart?âÂ
âLick me,â you beg out, âplease.â
ââCourse. Where do you want me to lick you?â Joel questions as he nuzzles his head against your ass cheek, giving it a small bite.
âMy pussy. Pleeeaaase,â youâd say you sound pathetic but you couldnât care less, your lust overshadowing any type of pride.
âMm, you sound so needy baby, you sound like you really need my tongue on you, huh?â His teasing drawl drives you crazy, your body wonât stop moving, absolutely radiating tensity from your want.
âPlease,â you implore, sobbing out.Â
âAlright baby,â his hands grab your cheeks and spreads them, widening his view of you. âPrettiest thing I ever seen, love your pussy.â
This act feels so depraved, everything on display for him, legs and cheeks spread wide, your pussy exhibited for him like itâs an art piece.
You literally scream into the bed, biting down on Joelâs comforter as his tongue finally meets your core. This, thiiiiiiis is what youâve been wanting all night. Joel moans against you, not being able to hold himself back as he tastes you, his fevered licks exploring your cunt, his large tongue mapping every inch of you. Heâs absolutely conquering you, the noises of his lips and tongue smacking against your wetness soundtracking his journey.Â
He can feel you getting close your hips beginning to cant as your orgasm begins to crest. You knew it wouldnât take long, between the alcohol buzz and Joelâs tongue lapping up your wetness and cum from earlier, you knew youâd be a goner.Â
âMmf, cum for me,â Joel speaks against you, his mouth full of you, too busy to pull away to clearly speak. You donât think he can get any closer to you, his tongue working your orgasm up in intensity with each swirl and dash against your clit. You feel it, itâs here. Your legs instantly collapse, thankful that the rest of your body is resting on the bed. Your eyes tightly squeeze shut and then begin to rapidly blink as your orgasm shatters through you. Joel flattens his tongue against your clit as it pulses. Youâre too turned on to make a noise, Joel stepping in for you and groaning as your juices seep out of you.Â
âDid so good baby,â Joel says leaving one last kiss on your clit before standing up behind you. You want to flip over to look at him, you havenât seen his face since you laid down on the bed. You have no energy, youâre just a shell of a woman, the only sensations you can feel is the pool of wetness in between your legs and your light inebriation.
Your attention gets pulled to the sound of Joel spitting in his hand, followed by a hiss coming out of his mouth. When you realize exactly what heâs doing, you summon the strength needed to turn over. You flip over, your back thudding on the mattress your legs still spread wide, feet resting on the floor. And thereâŠ. thereâŠ. THERE he is, standing in the middle of his room, one large hand wrapped around his hard cock softly stroking as he watches you with hooded eyes. You know you just came, but the sight makes your pussy clench with desire.Â
Joel jerks himself off as his eyes roam your exhausted form. âBeen thinking âbout this all day. You all laid out in front of me heaving for air after cumminâ all over my tongue,â slow strokes matching his lazing words. âJust about canceled our night out when you opened your door in that little blue dress, looked like you were wearing the sky, baby.âÂ
You bite your lip as all of your senses are so overtly overwhelmed by lust. The sight of Joelâs handsome face watching you, the hazel flecks in his eyes twinkling in the golden light of the lamp. The smell of the rain on your skin mixed with the heady scent of your arousal and Joelâs sheets. The taste of Joelâs whiskey tongue still in your mouth. The sound of Joelâs fist pumping along his hard cock. The feel of the aftershocks of your orgasm still quaking your body. Itâs so fucking much, you need Joel inside you. The thought of feeling him stretch you causes a whimper.
âYeah baby? Havinâ a hard time over there?â Joel stops stroking his hard length, his hand pauses on his shaft. âYou want me to fuck you now?âÂ
âPleeeease,â you keen out.Â
âAlright sweetheart.â Joel confidently strides over to you, dick still in hand. He stops right at the edge of your feet. âTurn back around ân get on all fours in the middle of the bed fâme.âÂ
You follow his instructions eager to please. The sooner you get this done, the sooner you can feel Joel enter you.Â
âGood girl,â he praises as the mattress dips lower with his weight behind you.
Your heart is pounding so loud, your whole body thrumming, you gulp down a breath of air trying to calm your need. You feel Joelâs cock brush against your ass cheek, heâs so close to fucking you.
âSweetheart, Iâm gonna fuck you real good and hard now. Happy birthday baby.â
And just like that, Joel buries his cock inside of you, youâre absolutely stretched around him. Your clit already worked over by Joelâs tongue, now your hole deliciously stinging while it flutters around his cock. He begins thrusting, tender and slow full strokes. Entering and exiting, swirling the head of his cock right at the entrance before plunging back in because he knows you love the feeling. Joelâs groans and your cries join in song as he begins to pound faster, the sound of your bodies slapping together match the rhythm.Â
âFeel so fucking good, always so perfect for me. Sâa good girl, always take it so good,â Joel grits out.Â
He grabs your hair and wraps it around his fist as he pounds into you. âNo one knows how fucking slutty you get for me behind these walls. They think youâre one of those innocent little teachers.â Joel pulls your hair harder causing a scream of ecstasy from you. âYou love this, donât you?â
You do. Itâs so rough, so different from how gentle he always is with you. It feels like a luxury to be treated this way by him.Â
âY-y-y-yes, God I love it,â you whimper.
âThatâs right. Thatâs what I like to hear. So pretty so smart. So much smarter than me, now Iâm makinâ you stupid with my cock, right baby?âÂ
Everybody knows Joel Miller as the strong, silent type, a man of few words, somebody who doesnât do chit chat. But with you in his bed naked and wailing as he slams into you, Joel Miller wonât shut up.
âDoinâ so good for me. So pretty, so perfect fâme. So wet for me.â Â
âYou made me so wet earlier, I was afraid I was going to leave a mark on the barstool.â Your words coming out as tortured weeps, so lost in your ecstasy you struggle with every word spoken.Â
âFuuuuuck.â That got him good. He pounds you even harder, the bed frame shaking violently against his wall, your body and cunt acting as if itâs the only barrier between Joel knocking a hole in the plaster. âHad I fuckinâ known I would have made you stick your face on that chair and made you lick yourself up as I fuck you against it.â
Thatâs it, thatâs the hottest thing youâve ever heard. Joelâs deep timbered accent grunting those deviant words as he grabs you and begins to roll his hips into your cunt. Your body is strung so tight and rigid in all places besides your hips and core, pumping and rolling along with Joelâs as he fucks you. Youâre close again, your panting breaths letting Joel know.Â
âBaby, if you gotta cum, cum,â his grip on your hips pressure into you.Â
âGoing ⊠going.. going to,â the only words you can say as your third orgasm radiates out of your body, your pussy is the epicenter, tingles firing through your veins, your hands fisting the blankets at your detonation. Slack jawed and fucked senseless you rally the strength to not disintegrate and fall into Joelâs bed. Your world has been shattered by Joel, but your body survives for him, your legs and arms shaking under gravity and your weight as they deal with the fallout.Â
âCâmere baby, lemme help you.â Of course he can tell youâre struggling. He reaches his hands around, clutching your stomach and pulling you up against him. Your back up against his chest, his hand seeking out your breast, the other wrapping around your torso and clutching you to him. He holds you as he fucks into you, his nose brushing against your ear as he puffs and grunts against your neck. âFucking. Love. You. So. Much.â Each word matching a thrust into you. Your hands find his and grip them, youâve never felt more loved and protected. Joel Miller has got you.
You feel the familiar shudder in Joelâs movements as he edges close to his climax. His labored breaths getting louder and more fevered against your neck. Youâre absolutely wrecked, but the angle of Joelâs cock inside of you mixed with the feeling of the shudder in his movements as he edges himself brings forth another orgasm. Words are gone, just sounds, whatever your throat can muster up and out of your mouth.Â
âThatâs it, thatâs it, thatâs it,â Joel repeats. His hands squeezing yours so tightly, his chest heaving against your back, his strong thighs straddling yours, his nose pressing into your ear. You feel his body tense as he pulls out. His release coating your pussy as his whole body surrounds you. Hot breaths huffing against the side of your face in between featherlight kisses. âLove you,â a whisper in your ear so delicate and sweet as he lets go of your hands. Your body falling forward without his support, your arms catching you before crashing down on the bed. Joel gets up with a groan as you lay yourself down on your stomach, taking the opportunity to stretch your legs out before rolling over on your side to watch Joel. He stands arms akimbo in the middle of the room. Heâd look like a Greek statue if his shoulders werenât rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. Heâs gorgeous and he looks just as wrecked as you feel.Â
âProbably shouldnât have gotten up as quick as I did,â he chuckles. âDamn well feel like Iâm standing in the middle of a earthquake.â You love the casual banter he puts forth seconds after being deep inside you, his cum still covering your core. This is love.Â
You smile at him, your cheek resting on your hand as a makeshift pillow. Youâre exhausted⊠the whole night and your four orgasms catching up with you. Eyes feeling heavy, matching your limbs you begin to drift off.Â
A wet sensation in between your legs jerks you awake. âSorry baby, just want to clean you up,â a whisper just as light as Joelâs tender attention as he washes you lulls you back to sleep.Â
ââ
âBaby,â Joelâs low voice gently wakes you up along with a soft kiss to your forehead.
You groan as you stretch your sore muscles under the sheet, opening your eyes to find Joel gazing down lovingly at you. Heâs backlit by the filtered morning sunlight shining in through his bedroom windows. What a way to wake up. âHappy birthday sweetheart, Iâd let you sleep all day but I need to give you my present.â His face is so bright and cheerful, a boost in your confidence provided by just how happy he looks when heâs with you.Â
âThought you gave me your present already last night,â you yawn.Â
âSweet girl, that was a present for both of us. Now come on, get up.â You grab his offered hand and reluctantly get out of bed. Joel wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, his hands splayed across your back as you nuzzle your face in his warm chest. âHappy birthday.â
A/N: THANK YOU for reading my first ever fic. My inbox is always open. :)
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joel miller x fem!reader, 18+ mdni
summary: joel comes back from his wall shift with hands in need of some serious tlc. but why stop there? | 3.2k
warnings: fem!reader, fluff turned to smut, a tender blowjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, riding, creampie
a/n: this could be in the same universe as come care about me and watching you with wonder but who knows. what matters is it's a post-part i jackson au and all is well. this is my first fic in a while and i hammered it out today so hopefully it's coherent. <3 series masterlist here.
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Jackson looks its best in the winter.
You've always thought so with its endless skies gone white, blending in with the grey clouds carrying the constant threat of snow. The peaks you never tire of, such ethereal beauty in a world otherwise gone to shit, looming over town with a steadfastness that you can fool yourself into thinking means protection, means safety. In reality, they're just something nice to look at when you have a free moment.
It's also fucking cold.
But you can deal with that. You've spent more winters in the last twenty years than you'd like to remember mostly outside, freezing your ass off, fingers so numb you could barely pull the trigger. But when it counted, you did.
Winter now means a town full of children laughing and having snowball fights. It means big pots of stew and your pick of hats, scarves, and a good pair of boots. It means a warm house to go back to every night, a bed to crawl into, and a man you love to hold you.
Things could be worse.
You're home first today. Joel and Ellie are on the wall and have been since mid-morning. The light is already going, the sun dipping behind the Tetons, sky that winter mix of purple and pink that makes the breath catch in your throat no matter how many times you see it. There's a flu going around and taking people out for a few days at most but it means fewer bodies free for the wall and for patrol. You're pulling a double tomorrow and you're already looking forward to the hot bath you'll take after.
Today, though, you change from your work clothes to something softer, a sweater that travels between your drawer and Joel's, thick socks Dina gave you for your birthday last year. It's hard to heat houses like yours the way you used to but it works well enough to fight the chill so long as you layer. That's the name of the game these days: adapting.
You set the kettle to boil and forgo thinking about dinner for a few hours. Joel won't drink tea with you but if Ellie stops by she'll have some. Maybe you can convince her to watch the movie you pulled from the library this week. You love him, but Joel just doesn't appreciate comedies.
The front door creaks, the bell you have hanging from the doorknob jingling.
"S'me," Joel calls into the house. "You home?"
"Making tea." The kettle isn't steaming yet so you lean against the counter and wait.
The sounds of his return are familiar even though you can't see him. He locks the door with a click, shrugs his jacket off with a sigh. He sits down on the bench you put in the entryway so he can take his boots off. The thunk of one and then the other. He'll tuck them next to yours under the coat rack. When the weather is bad you try to come in the back door so not as to track snow through the house but you don't want his back to get any worse so a bench in front makes sense.
The kettle screams. You pull it off quick and pour the water into your mug -- a chipped green one with a dinosaur holding a cookie that you find endlessly amusing -- and leave it to steep. The floor creaks under your socked feet as you make your way into the hall. Joel still sits on the bench digging into the meat of one palm with his thumb like he's working the feeling back into them.
He looks up and his jaw softens a little. His cheeks are rosy from the cold and his hair a mess from the wind. "Evenin," he says.
"How was the wall?"
"Fine." He stops messing with his hands and rolls his shoulders back with a grunt. "Ellie swears she saw a moose on her last patrol. Said to tell you. I think she's fuckin' with me. How was your shift?"
"Fine," you echo. "Is she coming for dinner?"
He shakes his head. "Game night at Jesse's."
You cross the remaining distance between you and he parts his legs automatically so you can stand between his knees. You run a hand through his hair, pushing the greying fringe back from his eyes. He looks up at you and finally smiles, just a little. You drag your hand down the side of his face and enjoy the feel of his beard on your skin.
"Maybe she did see a moose." He rolls his eyes and brings a hand up to cover yours. You lean down to kiss him but something catches your eye and you pull back, tugging your hand from beneath his to circle his wrist.
"Jesus, Joel." He makes a surprised sound.
"Hey now, what --"
You pull his other hand from his knee and hold them both close to your face, turning them over in the light of the entryway. "You didn't wear gloves, did you?"
He just shrugs. That means someone else on the wall -- probably Ellie -- forgot theirs and he handed his own over.
The skin of his knuckles is dry and cracked, the rest of his palm dry and cold to the touch. You've seen them bloody, broken and bruised, and compared to that, this is tame. Welcome, almost. But you know he won't do a damn thing about it, let himself bleed rather than take a second to make things better.
And you've never minded this part. Taking care of him, making him slow down and rest for even just a little bit. You both know you'd get your hands dirty or worse for him and he for you, but this is the part he has trouble with. So you take the reigns.
It's part of how you fit together -- part of how you look after each other.
"We've got something for this." Joel looks unamused. You press a light kiss to one of his knuckles and his nostrils flare. "Go sit on the couch," you say.
"I'm fine --"
"Joel, they'll bleed if you don't let me --"
"I said I'm --"
"Hey," you say. He hears the finality of your tone and lets you have it, sighing your name in one long breath.
"Alright," he says. "Move, then."
You press a quick kiss to his lips and release his hands to step back. He stands with his usual grunt and you have to stop yourself from leaning into the width of him, from wrapping your arms around him and slotting your nose in his neck and never letting go.
"It's that salve Dina brought over last week," you tell him. "The new one for the winter. Smells nice. Good for this kind of stuff."
Joel makes his way to the couch and you fetch the tin from the kitchen.
"What's it made of?"
"Uh -- oil? And some flowers, I think? Wax, maybe."
He's settled into the cushions when you return, smirking. "It's okay to say you don't fuckin' know."
You sit next to him and unscrew the top, folding your legs so you're facing him. "Well then, I don't fuckin' know." You're sure to imitate his drawl.
"Cute."
"Gimme those hands, big guy."
The salve smells faintly of lavender and it's cold on your fingertips. Joel extends his right hand and you work it into his skin slowly, extra careful around where it's cracked and split. You feel his eyes on you but you let him look.
"Feels good, huh?" He hums. "If you'd wear your gloves then --"
"What was I gonna do, let her freeze?" So it was Ellie, then. You flick your gaze up and find his brow furrowed. If you have a free hand you'd smooth the crease with your thumb.
"No," you say. "Guess it's a damn good thing you have me here, then."
He chuckles, a throaty, rusty sound. "Guess so."
You finish the first hand and motion for his second. He gives it to you and you dig your thumbs into the meat of his palm. Joel lets you touch him whenever you like, for the most part. Pressing into his side when you walk down the street in town, trailing your lips down his neck until he whines just a little in your bedroom. You've worked knots out of his shoulders and cleaned blood from surface wounds. You can never get enough of him, of his warmth, the expanse of his tanned skin all yours for the taking.
And, boy, he touches you back.
So you take your time. You rub the salve between his fingers, over the ridges of knuckles split so many times you don't even know about. His hands are rough even when they're not dry and cracking, callused from years of hard work. From years of violence and playing guitar, shooting a gun and holding the people he loves. Dotted with scars and nicks, hands that have touched every part of you.
Joel's slightly slimy finger taps your chin. "You okay?" You've been stroking the same bit of his hand for who knows how long.
"Yeah," you say and mean it. You rub your own hands together to soak in some of the salve before putting the lid back on the tin and standing. "Need to let it soak in."
"Feels soaked in already," he grumbles.
"Stay there." He purses his lips. "I mean it, Joel."
"Bossy today," he says. "There's wood that needs choppin'." You ignore him since he's just being annoying. The salve goes back in the kitchen and his voice trails after you. "And I told Tommy I'd --"
You turn on the tap. "You gotta let that soak in," you say again from the sink.
"What? Can't hear over the water."
You turn off the tap and dry your hands. Joel is still on the couch when you return. "Sorry," you say. You run your hand through his hair again and settle back down next to him. "I said be patient."
"Don't think that's what you said."
"It's what I meant."
And he looks at you in that way that always makes your face feel hot. Like he's seeing right to the bone of you, like he's laying you bare on the floor in his mind. Like he never wants to stop looking at you, next to him on the couch, leg pressed to yours. Like he loves you.
"Alright," he says.
You get an idea, the flames licking at your belly and your hands itching to touch him again, to touch him differently than before. That idea has you grabbing a pillow and tossing it to the floor, has you getting up and drawing the curtains before you sink to your knees before him.
Joel only looks mildly surprised, eyebrows raised, mouth tugging up at the corner. "Now, I ain't gonna complain but --"
"Then don't," you say. You tug his shirt from his waistband and start working on his belt. "Gotta pass the time somehow. And I don't know what we're doing for dinner yet, so maybe I'm just stalling."
"Hell of a way to stall." He reaches for you to touch your face, maybe, or help you with his belt, when you click your tongue. "We can just go to the community hall--"
"Don't touch," you remind him. "You have to let it--"
"Soak, Jesus, yeah, yeah." Joel tips his head back along the sofa and takes one deep breath. If he really wanted to he could ignore you and you'd let him get away with it, but if there's one thing you and Joel have solidified, it's trust. He trusts you to take care of him, to handle him with hands that love him.
So you do. He lifts his hips just a little so you can tug his jeans down, zipper undone and button popped. You pull out his cock, already half-hard at the promise of what's to come. You spit into your palm and stroke him once root to tip and he hisses. More blood flows and he stiffens in your hand.
"You just gonna look at it?"
You give him a squeeze for being a shit. He laughs but it sounds punched out, on the edge. Frankly it's an effort not to take him in your mouth right away. You've always loved this -- the exchange of power, the trust. You're the one on your knees but you're calling the shots. And he's mouthwatering. The way his cock curves a little, the vein that runs along the underside. The mushroom head a little pinker than the rest, the wiry hair at his base. The hefty weight of his balls in your hand, on your tongue. You know how to make it good for him and it's good for you, too.
Joel opens his mouth to no doubt say something else annoying so you finally drag your tongue along the vein, swirling a little at the top before taking just the tip of him in your mouth. His precome is salty. You work your hand along the rest of him as you start to suck in earnest, hollowing your cheeks and taking a little more each time.
"Look so pretty, baby," Joel says. His voice is gravely, broken in his throat. You manage to take almost all of him and you swallow, just once. Your reward is your name spilling from his mouth in a groan.
It's messy. Spit beads at the corner of your mouth and drips a little as you work him, breathing through your nose when you take him all the way. So good, takin' all of me, keep goin'.
Joel has clearly forgotten your directive as he winds one hand in your hair and pulls just a little, just enough to make you moan around him. You don't scold him for it, instead keeping your eyes on his face. His head is tipped back just a little, lips parted at he gazes down at you. His other arm is stretched along the length of the couch, his fingers digging into the fabric as you bob on his cock.
You know he's close. You can feel how he's trying hard to keep his hips down, trying not to fuck your throat cause usually he asks first. So it's only a little surprising when he pulls you off him, eyes a little glazed and some color high on his cheeks.
He wipes spit from the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb. "Why don't you c'mere?" he says. "Let me fill you up."
"Joel." This was supposed to be about making him feel good. You know even if he comes in your mouth he'll ask you let him touch you, so frankly you don't mind if he fucks you or not.
He smirks, presses his fingers into the side of your neck a little. You swallow so he can feel it. "We both know you can take it," he drawls, eyes dark. "Always gets you goin', my cock in your mouth."
You can feel the heat between your legs, the arousal pooling in your gut. He's right but he's also an asshole. "You're annoying," you tell him.
"So is that a no?"
You drag the flat of your tongue up his shaft one last time as punishment before standing, using his knees as leverage to get off your own. He shucks off his jeans the rest of the way as you drag down your pants, letting them pool with your underwear at your feet before stepping out. Joel holds out a hand for you to balance on and you take it, putting your other on his shoulder.
"Feels softer already," you mutter. Joel snickers and you straddle him. He uses one hand to drag his fingers through your cunt and you fail to swallow a gasp.
"Well, look at that," he says. "I was right." He pushes two fingers into you and they go easily, your hips jerking as he pumps them in and out once, twice, and then you're empty again.
"Smug bastard," you manage. He brings his hand to his mouth and takes a long lick before surging forward to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you even wetter.
Joel licks into your mouth and you kiss him back sloppily, desperately, in the way you know he likes. You're so busy with that hands on his face, his beard scratching your skin deliciously, that you don't notice what else he's doing. His hand presses into the bare skin of your back under your shirt and you lift up a little on instinct and then --
The head of his cock nudges at your entrance and his hand presses again and you meet the movement of his hips with your own and he fills you with just one stroke.
You moan in unison, Joel's arm wrapping around your back as you curl yours around his neck, mouths not so much pressed together as hovering as you pant, as you adjust. Even with how wet you are Joel is a stretch, a welcome one, but a stretch regardless. You shift your hips, roll them back and forth a little.
"Go on, then," you tell him. "Fuck me."
He laughs.
His lips leave yours and trail down your chin, sucking spots onto your neck and on that spot that makes you keen as he does what you ask. He goes slow at first, letting you meet him thrust for thrust. One hand snakes up your shirt, thumbs at your nipple when he finds no bra in the way. You wing your fingers in his hair and tug, tug until he picks up the pace, until all you can hear is the smack of his flesh against yours.
"Joel -- Joel -- right there --"
"M'not gonna -- I -- fuck --"
"Said you were gonna fill me up, didn't you?" you pant, managing to find a bit of cheek in the haze of your fucking. "C'mon, Miller. Don't keep a lady wait--"
His hips pick up the pace, his hands pressing into you hard enough to bruise. You give up trying to tease him and hang on for dear life, managing to snake a hand between your legs to rub at your clit as he pounds into you. The only thing you can say is his name over and over as you feel the hook pull taught, feel the head of his cock brush against and then pound that spot that makes your vision blur.
Joel comes just before you do, his thrusts stuttering and his name on your lips. You feel it, the heat inside you and it's enough to send you over the edge, your cunt squeezing him as he empties inside you.
You press your forehead to his and catch your breath. He palms your neck, your jaw, slides his thumb lazily under your eye and kisses the corner of your mouth.
"Hell of a salve," he manages.
You slot your lips over his. "Wear your damn gloves." Joel laughs and it shifts him inside you. Even softening it makes you both hiss a little. "Just gimme a second."
His hand drags up and down your back, pressing into your spine. "Take your time," he says. "M'clearly not goin' anywhere."
"You never stop, do you?"
Joel kisses you again. "'fraid not."
You laugh into his neck. "Good."
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hii love! i just read your clingy so u distance yourself fic for the bazillion time and i cried again no surpriseđ„č I just wanted to say i love your works so much and would live to request for an angst oneshot with brother bsf chan? basically reader has been pining for chan for a few years but she never got the courage to tell chan cause she thinks she isnât good enough for chan. Then afterwards basically chan got a girlfriend who hated her and basically influenced chan to stop hanging out with her which he listened to and told the reader which the reader told him that his girlfriend wasnât loyal but he thought she was sabotaging his relationship and so they ended off on bad terms but turns out a few weeks later he caught his girlfriend cheating and went back to the reader? sorry if it is kinda long but i rlly need a oneshot like this to read when i just need some angst i really live and admire your works so id be elated if you did my request. thank you and lots of loveâ€ïž
my first piece since I went on a mini little baby hiatus. and i had a lot of joy writing this. so i hope you enjoy <3!!!
Brothers Bsf Chan x Fem!Reader (angst/fluff)
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You didnât know when it started. Was it a simple touch? A brush of a hand or an accidental graze of fingers? Or was it one of those lazy Friday nights where Chan would crack jokes to you and his best friend- your older brother Jisung- while you three were watching movies in the house you grew up in. Or did it stem back all the way to those days where you would chase after Chan and Jisung on the playground, down your neighborhood streets- crying out for them to wait for you. Those cries stopped when Chan would reach his hand out to bring you along.
Maybe it was a combination of all of those things, those things you had tried so hard to forget because it could only lead to heartbreak. Falling in love with your brotherâs best friend was no easy feat for anyone. Let alone when you were falling for someone like Chan, who was so hard to fall out of love with. Maybe even more so for you since he would always be in your life. Him and Jisung were nearly joined at the hip, which made it even harder to hide your pining for him. You wouldnât dare love out loud, but it was starting to whisper through the cracks of your resolve.
You were unconditionally in love with everything about Chan.Â
That's how it was for years, and how you intended it to be for as long as allowed. You spent countless nights staring at your ceiling, wondering if he could ever see you the way that you saw him. You were sure things were only platonic between the two of you, but you couldnât help but linger on the memories of certain looks, certain gestures that you couldnât delude yourself into believing happened between friends.Â
Things started to change when Chan began dating someone new.Â
Duri. Her name was Duri, and the first time you met her, you knew she was the type to turn heads. She had a smile that could light up a room and a confidence you could only dream of. Standing next to her, you felt small, like a background character in Chanâs life story. A girl who captured Chanâs attention so easily. A girl who wrapped him up in her life so easily that you knew you were to be forgotten. He was smitten and her words flowed like the river of the smoothest molasses. She could easily convince Chan, he didnât need you. Because she didnât like you.
You werenât sure why, but it was obvious. And because she didnât like you, her feelings towards Jisung werenât all that different, it seemed. And slowly you felt like Chan was making his way out of your life.
âJi, why isnât Chris here?â You loved the way his name sounded when you said it. Not many people around you called him Chris, so it felt special to call him that. He seemed to enjoy it as well, not ever asking you to conform to societal norms.
âHeâs probably just busy, Y/N-ieâŠIâm sure heâll come back around.â Jisung said one day as you guys sat on the couch, scrolling through movies. It was the first Friday movie Chan had missed. And even if it was the first time he had missed it, you knew it would be a regular occurrence.
In all honesty, at first, you tried to like Duri. She was with Chan, after all, and you thought that maybe you could be friends. That maybe if you could convince yourself to like her then the pain of not being the one that Chan loved would ease.. But the more you saw her, the more you felt her sharp, indirect glances, the way she dismissed you with a smile that didnât quite reach her eyes. She made you feel invisible, as if you were only tolerated because you were Jisungâs sister. Even if she just barely tolerated the latter.
Over time, you saw the changes in Chan too. He became distant, no longer the easygoing guy whoâd spend hours with you and your brother. He was still polite, still kind, but he was pulling away, bit by bit. You told yourself it was just a phase, that heâd come around once things settled down with Duri.
But then, one night, things came to a head.
You, Jisung, and Chan had made plans to meet at your favorite cafĂ©âjust a casual hangout, like old times. But when Chan showed up with his girlfriend by his side, something was off. His smile was forced, his laughs hollow. He barely met your eyes, and when you spoke, and even then it was like he wasnât really listening. To the point that Jisung even pointed it out. Every time you spoke, Duri happened to speak at the same time. Every time a question was directed at you, Duri somehow changed the conversation. You felt small and insignificant and made your way home early. You couldnât stand to sit there and see the man you were so down bad for with his significant other. Duri had sat close to him, her hand always somewhere on his arm or shoulder, marking her territory in the subtlest way, in a way that caused an anger that wasnât so subtle.Â
But even then after leaving you couldnât shake the ache in your chest. You sat down on a bench outside of a convenience store by your home, trying to sort out your feelings.Â
You okay? Iâll be heading home soon. We went out to drink.Â
You quickly type out a reply to Jisung, your fingers shaking as you realized just how cold it was. Just as you were about to get up to leave a pale hand reached out to you with a warm drink.Â
You looked up to see a guy with dark and prominent eyebrows, and a little birthmark on his nose.Â
âYou seemed cold. ItsâŠâ He looked at the can. âMocha flavored.â He handed it back out to you and smiled softly.Â
âThank you.â You said with a small bow of your head, and you couldnât help but smile at the thoughtful gesture.Â
âYou live in the neighborhood right? Your brotherâŠlooks like a squirrel?â The manâs voice was soft and shy, like he thought he was talking too much.
âOh! Youâre our new neighbor? Iâm Han Y/N.â You said with a flourished bow.
âPark Sunghoon. Nice to meet youâŠâ He shuffled awkwardly. âWould you like me to wait before I walk homeâŠI don't want to make you uncomfortable.â
âNo! No! Itâs fine, I'm not uncomfortable. You can walk home with me.â You say quietly. âMaybe itâll be nice to not feel lonely.â
As you made your way back home with Sunghoon you had a weird feeling in your chest. You thought maybe you were just trying to sort your feelings, but it was more of an intuitive sense.Â
Then you got a text from your brother.
Iâm coming home. Duri tried to make a move on me and Iâm not trying to get into it with Chan while she is here.
You blinked at the text, nodding when your voice registered Sunghoon asking if you were okay.
That was that odd feelingâŠ
You didnât know if it was selfish to feel happy that Duri was a tool, but you did. You didnât want Chan to get hurt so you decided to go talk to him. Giving a message on behalf of Jisung, who thought maybe Chan would listen better if it was coming from a girl
âHey, can I talk to you?â you asked, your voice soft but determined, as you walked up to him outside of his job a few days later.
âYeah, of course,â he replied, looking a bit surprised. He followed you to a quieter part of the park, away from prying eyes. âIs everything okay? Jisung hasnât texted me in a couple of daysâŠ"
You took a breath, feeling the words tangle on the tip of your tongue. âChrisâŠI justâŠI feel like youâre not around as much anymore. I get that youâre with Duri, butâŠitâs like youâre pulling away from me and Jisung. My brother is too scared to say anything, but he feels just as bad, if not worse than I do.â
He frowned, looking down at the ground. âIâm sorry if it feels that way,â he said finally, but not much emotion in his voice. âButâŠI need to be there for Duri. Sheâs⊠she doesnât feel comfortable with me hanging out so much with, you knowâŠâ He trailed off, not meeting your eyes.
Your heart sank, a cold dread washing over you. âWith me, you mean?â
He hesitated, but the silence was all the confirmation you needed. âSheâŠdoesnât get why Iâm so close with you. And I donât want her to feel insecure, so IâŠI think itâs best if we⊠keep some distance. Just for now.â
You stared at him, feeling a surge of hurt and anger. âChris, sheâs manipulating you!â you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. âSheâs making you feel guilty for caring about people who were here long before she was. Because she knows those people will pinpoint, that sheâs a manipulative cheater!â
He looked at you, a flash of anger in his eyes at the words. âYou donât know her like I do,â he snapped.
You flinched at the venom in his voice. He had never snapped at you and you could feel tears spring to your eyes.
âShe tried to make a move on JiâŠâ You said quietly. âAnd donât try and say my brother is a liar, Chris, because you know heâs not.â
Chan gave a sarcastic chuckle. âShe already told me that Y/N. She was drunk. It was nothing more than that.â
âDrunk actions are sober thought Chris!â You shot back.
âOh, so the first time you ever got drunk and confessed your feelings for me was a sober thought?â
You felt your body freeze and you blinked at Chan with wide eyes. You blacked out the first time you had ever drank and didnât touch anything since. You never knew you had admitted to liking Chan.
âSo itâs true then? You actually love me?â Chan let out a large sigh. âFrankly, itâs not fair for you to accuse her of things that arenât true just because you put me on a pedestal. Your feelings for me arenât my responsibility Y/N. ThisâŠthis just feels like youâre trying to come between us because of some childish jealousy. Sheâs my girlfriend, and I trust her more than I trust someone who hasnât been honest to me for years.â
You felt like youâd been slapped. The words cut deeper than anything youâd expected, leaving you struggling for air. âThatâs notâŠthatâs not what Iâm doing, Chan. I justâŠI donât want to see you get hurt.â You tried to say back. âMy feelings have nothing to do with this Iâm coming to you as a friend-â
âFriends donât feel that way about each other Y/N! Once you cross that line friendship canât be used as a label. Do you ever think that Duri might be acting this way because you absolutely suck at hiding your feelings?!â His voice was sharper than ever and you could feel a sad squeeze in your heart. âSo deal with the fact that Iâm going to put my girlfriend first- regardless of what I feel for you.â There was the slightest hesitation and falter in his face at his last words, but you were too upset to decipher what exactly that meant. â Iâm done with this conversation. Iâll see you later, Y/N.â He said in a soft yet defeated voice, leaving you standing there, heartbroken and speechless.
The next few weeks were met with silence. Jisung asked what had happened, but you couldnât bring yourself to tell him. You kept your pain buried, letting it fester in the corners of your mind. Chan had felt terrible for yelling at you, and had come over to apologize with extra snacks for your guys Friday night movie, but to his surprise, it was only Jisung who was there.Â
âWhere is Y/N?â Chan asked, setting down your favorite candy and chips on the reclining chair you always claimed. He looked around the corner to see if you were in your room. Your door was open and he walked in, looking at the little polaroids littered across your room on various walls and flat surfaces. He looked at your books and plushies with a soft smile.Â
âSheâs working overtime tonight. Do you want to watch a Marvel or DC movie?â Jisung called from the living room. Chanâs brow furrowed. He knew the company you worked for closed early on Fridays, all employees getting off early. Something he had realized after observing you for so long.Â
âMarvelâŠâ Chan called out, closing the door behind himself.
As suspected you werenât working overtime.Â
Rather as time passed, you found comfort in unexpected places. One of those places was the attractive man that one night, your neighbor Sunghoon. Who, much to your surprise, shared your interests and understood your silence without question. He became your confidant, your quiet escape from the heartache Chan had left behind.
âHeâs probably over at my house right now with Jisung.â You had mumbled as you cuddled up on his side. Also, much to your surprise, Sunghoon was a great cuddle buddy. What was even better is that he wanted nothing in return, nor were there any ill intentions letting you grow close to him in an emotional and physical way. He had confided in you that a deeper intimacy was something he couldnât ever see himself liking, which was why he was set on settling down alone, and that he wasnât much of a physical person to begin with, but with you he found himself not minding the soft physicality much at all.Â
âLike weâre twin flames right.â You had joked, that day, holding out your pinky. He had nodded, locking pinkies with yours.Â
âYouâre right, but I am more than sure he wonât think to come over her-â
The doorbell rang and you sprung up from your position on the couch as Sunghoon made his way to the door.Â
âWell speak of the devilâŠâ He mumbled.Â
Chan stood at the doorway of Jisungâs new neighbor, delivery food in his hand. He looked at the bag and considered the weight of the bag.
Maybe a couple having date night?
âHello?â A tall and undeniably attractive man stood at the door.Â
DamnâŠwow uh-
âOh, hey! I think your delivery was sent to my friendâs house. I just wanted to make sure you knew it was here...â The man looked at Chan with a blank look.Â
Are kids these days given supplements or somethingâŠwhy is he so majestic lookingâŠ
âOh, thank you.â He said , bowing and grabbing the food.
Before the door was shut, Chan couldâve sworn he noticed a pair of familiar shoes, but disregarded it, making his way back to Jisungâs.
As more time passed, you found yourself missing Chan rather than getting over him.Â
âIs it strange, Sungie?â you asked while you were building a puzzle with him one evening- another Friday. âThat Iâm absolutely pissed, and heartbroken, but I want nothing more than to see him? And I canât think of anything other than I miss him?â
Sunghoon thought for a moment and then spoke softly. âNo, itâs not strange at all. Rather, itâd be strange if you didnât. Sometimes, love clings to us hardest when weâre hurting the most. It's like every part of you is aching for the one person who can make it betterâeven if theyâre the one who hurt you. Missing him doesnât make you weak; it just means heâs still a part of your heart. Sometimes, loving someone means feeling everything all at onceâthe anger, the heartbreak, and that unstoppable longing. Itâs okay to feel it all."
You were at your house, and Sunghoon was over since he had become a regular visitor, after Jisung befriended him and then finally pieced together where you were going every Friday and other odd days of the week when you first heard the news. At first he had assumed you and Sunghoon were a thing until you both quickly shot down that notion by informing Jisung that relationships and love were not Sunghoonâs cup of tea.
But since he now knew that wasnât the case, and had long since known the truth since your first and last drunk outing he thought you might want to know.
âThey broke up. Strange enough, Chan didnât seem all that upsetâI mean, he did seem upset, but you think youâd be more upset when you break up, you know?â Jisung rambled, barely pausing for breath. âInstead, he was, like, really calm, which made no sense to me. I feel like Iâd be freaking out, or, like, super sad, or anxious, or angry. How can you just be indifferent to a breakup with someone you thought was going to be the love of your life? Itâs like those characters in animeââ
You tuned out Jisungâs voice, the news sinking in like stones in your stomach as you laid your head against Sunghoonâs side as he read the ingredients on an air freshener bottle while he waited for Jisung to finish warming up food.Â
Chan and Duri had broken up. Your heart was a tangled mess of relief and pain, of memories you hadnât let yourself fully process. After all those months, he was freeâbut what did it mean now? What did any of it mean when heâd already chosen her once?
As Jisung continued his rapid-fire monologue, you watched to the two people who had been a distraction these past few weeks: him and Sunghoon. Sunghoon, in a more practical way since he knew the depths of your doubts and worries, and easily fit into the spot of your platonic soulmate and best friend. It seemed he was more versed on the Chan-sized hole in your heart than even you were, and you were glad you now had him to walk these roads with you.
Eventually Jisung came back to the living room with dinner, and you were soon enough immersed into the activities of the evening.Â
You were unaware what was about to go down when the knock at the door came, Jisung springing up to answer it, his laughter echoing down the hall as he let someone in. The air around you shifted, growing thicker, familiar, and before you even turned around, you knew who was standing there.Â
You had known him long enough to sense when the man you loved was in the room. His presence filled it quickly enough, his gaze sweeping over the space, lingering a little too long on you and Sunghoon, who seemed to be molded together perfectly, Sunghoonâs arm lazily resting on your leg.
Jisung shot you an awkward glance before mumbling something about getting snacks from the store. He and Sunghoon exchanged a glance, and, with a silent nod Sunghoon got up, and they left, closing the door behind them. You were left alone with Chan in the thick silence that followed, the quiet pressing down around you.
Chanâs expression was tense, guarded, and yet, behind his eyes, you saw a trace of vulnerability. He took a hesitant step toward you, his voice soft. âY/NâŠâ
You met his gaze, pain simmering just beneath the surface. âWhat are you doing here?â
He took a deep breath, guilt etched into the lines of his face. âIâm sorry,â he murmured, his voice cracking slightly. âI should have listened to you. I didnât⊠I couldnât see it. I was so focused on Duri that I didnât see what was right in front of me. She wasnât loyal. I caught her cheating, and I realized just how wrong I was and how right you and Jisung were.â
His words landed between you, each one a mix of relief and ache that clawed at your heart. But you couldnât ignore the questions tumbling through your mindâthe doubts that held you back from even entertaining the hope youâd once felt. You folded your arms, steadying yourself as you looked away.
âChan, I donât even know what to say to you. Itâs not just about her or your breakup,â you said, voice low.
The older boy flinched at your words.Â
âChanâŠâ He mumbled. You had rarely ever spoken his name aloud like that before. So rarely he couldnât even remember the last time you did, and he didnât even recognize your voice when you said it. âI messed up horriblyâŠdidnât I?â
 âYou didnât just choose her.â You started. âYou looked me in the eyes and didnât believe me. You accused me of saying things because of personal feelings. Then went on to accuse me of lying to you because I never confessed my feelings- even though apparently I did and you just omitted the truth of what I said when I blacked out as if that's not also a form of dishonesty. You thought I was trying to ruin your happiness, like Iâd sabotage your relationship out of jealousy. Are you serious, Chan?â
He winced again, his hand reaching toward you as if he wanted to touch you but was too afraid. âI know, Y/N, and I hate that I did that to you. I was wrong. I know I donât deserve your forgiveness, but I just⊠I needed you to know that I truly am am sorry. I didnât think I had hurt you that badly and it was foolish.â
The hurt that had sat quietly in your heart surged to the surface, and before you could stop yourself, you murmured, âSo what? Youâre here now because you need a rebound? You want someone to feel close to because sheâs gone?â
Chanâs face fell, confusion and hurt flickering across his features. âWhat? No, Y/N, itâs not like that at all. Youâre not some replacement or⊠or backup. Youâve never been that to me, ever.â
âThen what am I, Chan?â You shook your head, frustration and sorrow mingling together. âBecause if I was the first one you come to- not even your best friend-â You said referring to your brother. âThan there has to be reason behind that. Let me guess, you feel something for me?âÂ
Chan swallowed and you knew his answer when you saw the look in his brown eyes. You let out and exasperated sigh and tried to hold back your tears, but couldnât so you looked at the ground instead.
âIf you really felt this wayâif you really cared about me or dare I even say loved meâŠthen why did you pick her? Why now, after youâve been with her all this time? Am I supposed to believe that just because sheâs out of the picture, youâve suddenly realized what you want?â Your voice was sad and defeated and you let your tears fall. âIf so that's really really mean.â You whined sadly.
His eyes widened, and he shook his head emphatically. âNo, itâs not because of that. Y/N, I was so stupid. Iâve spent these past few weeks⊠I didnât even realize how much I missed you until I lost you. I canât just go back to how things were, but I know I want you in my life. I donât want to lose you.â
He paused until you looked up at him, his heart shattering even more at the glossiness behind your sad eyes. âItâs not that Y/N-ie not at all. Sometimes you really just donât know what youâve had until you lost it.
But something about his gaze shifted as he glanced back toward the door where Jisung and Sunghoon had left. His mouth pressed into a thin line, his brows drawn together in a dark, unreadable expression. âGuess Iâve already been replaced though, huh?â He said quietly.
You felt your stomach twist at his words, your tears drying almost immediately with the thought of where this was heading. âReplaced? What are you even talking about?â
âYour neighbor,â he said bitterly, albeit soft; the label sharp on his tongue. âYou and him. I came here to tell you how much Iâve messed things up, only to see you with him. I guess it didnât take long for you to move on.â
The accusation in his voice stung, leaving you feeling exposed. You bit back the urge to yell, to let out the anger that had simmered for so long. You knew it brought some validity to his earlier statement, him being jealous of Sunghoon, but God did you sometimes want to smack sense into him.
 âYou donât get to come in here and make assumptions about me, Chan. Sunghoon is my friend. Heâs been here because you werenât. Because you pushed me away. I didnât have a choice.â
âBut you looked happy cuddled with him,â he said, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. âIt didnât seem like you missed me at all.â
You swallowed hard, feeling the tightness in your chest intensify. âOf course, I missed you. But you donât get to accuse me of moving on. I waited. I wanted⊠I thought maybe one day youâd see me. But you chose her. You chose someone who didnât even care about you, and I was the one left behind. So of course I needed comfort.â
He took a shaky breath, eyes softening as he stepped closer. âI chose wrong. I see that now, Y/N. I know I hurt you, and I donât expect you to just forget that. But I canât pretend now that I donât feel something for you.â
You stared at him, searching his face for any hint of sincerity, but doubt gnawed at you. âWe just went over this. How am I supposed to know itâs real? How am I supposed to believe that you actually want me, and not just because itâs convenient? If you loved me before than why not say something.â
âWhy didnât you say something!â
âBecause unlike you I donât go around dating people while I have a crush on someone Chan! If it was âoh so obviousâ than you should have said something. Or I donât know, maybe when I blacked out and confessed you could have done something then-â
âI was petrified!â Chan shouted, causing you to take a step back. âHowâŠhow am I supposed to respond when my best friendâs little sister tells me sheâs been in love with me since we were kids. And thatâs its only growing?â He swallowed. âAm I supposed to take that risk and tell her its mutual, but that I donât want to do anything in case things get messy? Because I donât want to ruin things? Relationships are complicated Y/N! People fight and argue but romantic ones are so much heartier. Those arguments and fights hold more weight than friendships. I wasnâtâŠhappyâŠonly being your friend but I was content. Even if it meant I wouldnât get to hold you or kiss you, or see your face in my childrenâs faces I was okay with that as long as it meant there was no risk in ruining things between us. And that saved me from the risk of getting on uneasy territory with Jisung. So I left it alone. I didnât tell you. I asked Jisung to forget about it even if that meant he was upset at me for quote ârejecting my wonderful and perfect little sisterâ unquote.â
You stood there, lips trembling, not knowing what to say as he lay his heart in front of you.
He reached out, brushing a thumb over your cheek in a tender, hesitant motion. âBut now that I know what itâs like to live without you, Y/N, I canât go back to that. I canât. I donât want anyone else. I just want a chance to make this right.â
The vulnerability in his eyes was almost too much, the raw honesty in his touch searing against your skin. But your heart still trembled with uncertainty, with a fear that ran deep.
âIâm petrified now.â
A tear slipped down his cheek as he nodded, a small chuckle leaving his lips, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that had fallen from your own eyes. âIâll spend every day proving to you how much I love you, Y/N, so you wonât have a reason to be scared. I donât want to lose you, not again. I was blind, but I see it now. And if youâll let me, Iâll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. To get you to a point where you wonât be able to deny the fact I only want you.â
You held his gaze, your heart wavering between the hope youâd never fully let go of and the fear that heâd break it all over again. And in that quiet moment, with the ache of the past between you, a fragile, cautious feeling began to bloom once more.
You took a steadying breath, bracing yourself as you met Chanâs eyes. âChan, I donât know what assumptions youâve made about Sunghoon, but heâs just my friend. Heâs been there becauseâŠâ You hesitated, the words delicate on your tongue. âBecause I needed someone. Not someone to date, or to replace you, but justâŠsomeone who understands. Heâs helped me pick up the pieces after everything fell apart. And heâs not even interested in relationships like that. Weâre just close in a different way.â
Chan blinked, his gaze softening as he listened, brows knitting in a mixture of relief and confusion. âSo⊠you and Sunghoon⊠youâre really just friends?â
âYes,â you replied, hoping he could hear the sincerity in your voice. âAnd heâs not going to change his mind about that. He doesnât want anything more with anyone. Itâs not in him. But heâs been a good friendâmy best friendâŠmy soulmate really.â Your voice trailed off quietly. âHeâs someone I could talk to when I felt like Iâd lost you.â
Chan let out a slow breath, some of the tension leaving his shoulders as he looked away, processing. âIâŠI feel so stupid. I was so ready to believe youâd moved on, that youâd replaced me. It was like this nightmare Iâd imagined every night, that youâd found someone else who actually deserved you. And when I walked in and saw you bothâŠâ
His words faltered, and he rubbed a hand over his face, frustration and regret etched deep. âBut I know I canât blame you for being close to him. You had every right to find support after what I put you through. I justâŠâ
âYou just didnât believe me,â you finished for him, the words raw but necessary. âAnd then you left, and I didnât know how to fill that space youâd left behind but Sunghoon found a way. But that doesnât mean he warrants any jealousy from you, Chris. Iâm hoping you can learn to love him like you love Jisung. For me?â
He nodded, his eyes filled with regret.A part of you softened at the earnestness in his expression, the vulnerability that showed he understood, at least on some level, of what all of this meant. You sighed, feeling the weight of everything settling over you, but also immensely light.
But Chan seemed like he was struggling for a moment.
âWhats wrong?â
He bit his lip, his gaze darting away for a second before he finally asked, âWas there ever a point whenâŠwhen you thought you could move on? That maybe youâd fall for someone else?â
The question struck deeper than youâd expected, and for a moment, you just looked at him, letting yourself process the vulnerability etched into his features. Did he truly think he could simply be replaced? That youâd spent years loving him, only to let him go?
âI thought about it,â you admitted, your voice soft but steady. âI thought maybe it would be easier if I could just let go. Even before all of this I thought about it. But no matter how much I tried, it was always you. Itâs always been you.â
You felt the familiar sting of tears, and you blinked them away, not wanting him to see just how deeply his words affected you. âFor the record, I donât want to lose you either. But if weâre going to do this, we have to be honest. No more letting other peopleâs opinions get in the way. No more letting doubts fester between us.â
He nodded, a fierce determination filling his gaze. âNo more doubts. I want us to be real, Y/N. Nothing standing in the way, just you and me.â
The weight of his words, the sincerity in his gaze, was almost overwhelming. You felt the warmth of his hand as he reached for yours, his fingers tentative, as if he wasnât sure youâd accept him.
You took his hand, squeezing it gently, grounding yourself in the quiet assurance of his touch. It wasnât the grand gesture youâd once dreamed of, but it was real. And somehow, that made it mean even more.
He looked down at your intertwined fingers, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles. âThank you for giving me this chance, Y/N. Iâll spend every day showing you that I mean it.â
You offered him a small, tentative smile, one that held a flicker of hope. âAnd Iâll do my best to believe it. But you have to understandâthis is going to take time.â
He nodded, his own smile softening his face. âIâll wait as long as it takes.â
For a moment, you both stood there, hands entwined, caught in the delicate balance between past hurt and the fragile possibility of something new. The wounds might still be raw, but you could feel them beginning to heal, slowly, with each beat of your hearts in sync.
As you looked into his eyes, you felt something you hadnât felt in a long timeâa cautious, budding belief that maybe, just maybe, this time, things would be different.
A few weeks later, things had settled into a comfortable, tentative new rhythm. The past wasnât forgotten, but it had softened around the edges, allowing something new to bloom between you and Chanâno, Chris. Youâd started calling him that again recently, just between the two of you, and every time he heard it, his eyes lit up, as though it was his own quiet assurance that he had your forgiveness, that he wasnât just âChan,â your brotherâs best friend, but Chris, the man you were falling for all over again.
You werenât rushing anything, taking each moment as it came. There were stolen glances, shared laughter, and late-night conversations that stretched until dawn, weaving a new kind of trust between you. He was patient and gentle, letting you set the pace, and every step you took forward felt right. It was healing, a slow rekindling that felt like rediscovering a part of yourself that had been missing.
One Saturday afternoon, you and Chris were sitting on the couch, a movie playing in the background as he leaned closer, his arm resting around your shoulders. Sunghoon and Jisung had left to get snacks- Chris listening to your request and giving Sunghoon a chance, finding out that he genuinely enjoyed the company of your best friend.Â
âIts like eternal best friend double dates.â Jisung had joked.
But since your brother and best friend had left, Chan had been looking at you with that soft, adoring expression youâd only dreamed of before, and it made you feel like you were the only person in his world.
âYouâre staring,â you whispered, smiling as you felt a blush creep up your cheeks.
âCan you blame me?â he murmured back, his voice warm and low. âIâve missed so much time, I donât want to miss a single moment now.â
You felt your heart stutter, a nervous excitement bubbling up as you glanced down at his hand, your fingers lightly tracing patterns on the back of it. The space between you felt electric, and when he gently cupped your face, tilting it towards him, your breath caught. Slowly, as if asking permission, he leaned in.
Your eyes fluttered shut, and then his lips brushed softly against yours, a delicate kiss that felt like everything youâd waited for. His hand cradled your cheek, his thumb brushing gently as if he were afraid you might disappear. You kissed him back, your hand moving to rest against his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your fingertips, strong and steady.
âChris,â you whispered softly as you pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, his name slipping out naturally, comfortably. The warmth in his eyes told you heâd heard everything you couldnât put into wordsâhow he was forgiven, how he was here, truly here, and that was all youâd ever wanted.
The tender moment, though, was cut short by a loud gasp and a stumbling sound near the doorway. You whipped around to see Jisung and Sunghoon standing there, both looking wide-eyed and more than a little surprised.
âOh⊠I did not mean to see that,â Jisung said, covering his eyes dramatically, though you could see the smirk threatening to break through. âMy best friend and my little sister? Wow, I was not prepared!â
Sunghoon, by contrast, grinned openly, the kind of grin that said heâd known this would happen all along. âTook you both long enough,â he teased, making his way over towards you to whack your head affectionately. âI was starting to think Iâd have to do something drastic to get you two together.â
You laughed, face warm with embarrassment, but Chris only chuckled, unfazed even by Sunghoonâs physical touch with you, as he slid his arm around your shoulders again. âYou two need to learn how to knock,â he said lightly, squeezing you a little closer.
Sunghoon just shrugged, shooting you a mischievous look. âIâm sure Jisung didnât feel a need to consider having to knock on the door of his own home.â
Jisung laughed, giving Sunghoon a playful nudge. But then turning to Chan with a serious look. âI might still need to have âthe talkâ with you, Hyung. I know weâve known each other forever, but this is new territory.â
You rolled your eyes, pretending to scowl at your brother. âOh, please, Ji. You never said anything before.â
âItâs because you werenât actually together at the time! But now you are.â
Chris leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, a look of peace and contentment in his eyes. âYeah, and Iâm not going anywhere this time,â he said, looking up at Jisung and Sunghoon, his tone serious yet gentle. âNot ever.â
Jisung nodded, his expression softening as he took in the scene. âGood. Just make sure youâre good to her, alright? Or else Iâll have to do the brotherly duty of fighting you or whatever older brothers are supposed to doâŠâ He mumbled, turning towards Sunghoon for backup.
âYeahâŠand Iâll do whatever a best friend doesâŠâ He said confused, shrugging as you laughed.
Chrisâs grip tightened just slightly around your shoulders. âYou donât have to worry about that,â he said, his voice low and steady. âSheâs the most important person in my life.â
Jisung scrunched up his nose, pretending to gag. âUgh, okay, I was prepared for the brother talk, but I did not sign up for the mushy romance stuff. Can you two not be gross for five seconds?â
Chris laughed, glancing down at you with a sparkle in his eyes. âFine, Iâll spare you⊠for now,â he said, giving you a playful nudge and a kiss to your nose
Sunghoon, ever the instigator, leaned back with a grin. âHey, give them a break, Jisung. Theyâve got years of this to catch up on. And honestly, Iâm enjoying the show.â
Jisung threw a pillow in Sunghoonâs direction. âWell then maybe you should go find yourself someone if you think itâs cute seeing how my best friend and sister act.â He teased, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. âMaybe theyâll have a sister and then you can join our family.â
Sunghoon shuddered and shook his head. âNo thank you. But Y/Nâs kids will have an Uncle who spoils them.â He said, grabbing the bottle of Soju from the coffee table.
âHey! I get the title of favorite Uncle automatically.â Jisung whined. âNo fair.â
Sunghoon shrugged. âThe favorite Uncle has to be from the maternal side.â
âThe hypothetical-â He shot a look at you. âMom in question is my sister!â
âLogic, doesnât always logic my dear friend.â
As Sunghoon and Jisung went back and forth you laughed, settling into Chrisâs embrace, feeling the warmth of home around you. You felt his smile without even looking and it made your heart leap. This, right here, was everything youâd hoped for and more. And as the teasing and laughter filled the room, you knew that no matter what, you were exactly where you were meant to be. With who you were meant to be with.
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