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cei1ne · 16 days ago

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—You suffer from anemia yet your boyfriends as supportive as ever, just in his own way

დ .•*”Summary: You suffer from anemia but you don’t let it stop you from becoming a hero, yet, your boyfriend’s a stubborn mess and forced you to rest.

༺ღ༒Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x GN!Anemic!Reader

☆࿐ཽ༵Tags: High school; Relationship; UA; GN!Reader

＊*•̩̩͙Warnings: Cursing?; Anemia; Overprotective boyfriend

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‧͙⁺˚*･A/N: Someone requested this but it was anonymous and my tumblr was bugging lately! It just got deleted but I still had lots of fun writing this and I hope you’ll have just as much fun reading this! And I didn’t know if they meant headcanons or Scenario so I just did both!

Headcanons: Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Anemic!Reader

1. Worry Masked by Irritation: Bakugou would constantly mask his concern for your condition by pretending to be annoyed. He’d grumble about you being “too weak” but would secretly go above and beyond to ensure you’re healthy.

2. Diet Control Freak: He’d take control of your meals, researching iron-rich foods and sneaking them into your diet. If you tried to resist, he’d shove a plate at you with a snarky remark like, “Eat this before I lose it.”

3. Hyper Awareness: Bakugou would become hyper-aware of your signs of fatigue or dizziness. If you so much as swayed while standing, he’d immediately drag you to sit down.

4. Loud Protector: If anyone dared to tease or question you about your condition, he’d explode (figuratively and maybe literally). “You got something to say?! Say it to me!”

5. Gentle in Private: Though Bakugou is explosive in public, in private, he’d show softer affection. He’d tuck blankets around you, carry you to bed if you overexerted yourself, and grumble softly, “Don’t push yourself, idiot.”

6. Hates Seeing You Weak: Seeing you too tired to get up genuinely unnerves him. He’d pace, bark orders, and eventually sit by your side, silently holding your hand.

7. Acts of Service: Bakugou would do small things like fetching water, helping you stand, or taking on your chores. Of course, he’d act like it’s no big deal. “You’re lucky I’m not a total asshole, huh?”

8. Research Master: He’d secretly learn about anemia from every available resource and even consult Recovery Girl or doctors. He wouldn’t tell you about it, though; he’d just start doing things that showed he knew what he was talking about.

9. Training Adjustment: He’d modify training sessions for you, subtly encouraging you to take breaks without making you feel weak. He might even offer to spar lightly to “keep you on your toes.”

10. Blunt Reassurance: If you ever felt self-conscious about your condition, Bakugou would bluntly shut you down. “You’re not weak. You’re mine, and that’s all that matters.”

Rest is for the Weak (But Not for You)

The morning started like any other. The dorms buzzed with activity as Class 1-A prepared for the day ahead. You had been one of the first to wake, though not because you were particularly eager. A familiar heaviness sat on your chest, and your limbs felt as though they were weighed down by lead.

It was nothing new. This was your normal.

“Y/N, you doing okay?” Mina’s cheerful voice rang out as she caught sight of you rubbing your temples. “You look kinda pale.”

You gave her a small smile, brushing it off. “I’m fine. Just a bit tired.”

“You sure? I can grab you something from the cafeteria real quick if you need it!”

“Thanks, Mina, but I’m good,” you said firmly, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself.

She hesitated but eventually nodded, skipping off to join the others. As you gathered your things and headed toward the training grounds, you could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on you.

Turning your head, you locked eyes with Bakugou.

He didn’t say anything, but his narrowed eyes and furrowed brow made it clear he’d heard the exchange. You pretended not to notice and hurried to catch up with the others, hoping he wouldn’t press the issue.

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The training session was supposed to be routine—a series of combat drills designed to test reflexes and stamina. You had been paired with Midoriya for a sparring match, something that usually wouldn’t faze you.

But today, every movement felt sluggish. Your punches lacked their usual strength, and your dodges were just a fraction too slow. Midoriya, ever the observant one, noticed almost immediately.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” he asked, concern etched into his face as he blocked one of your weak punches.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, dodging to the side as he retaliated.

But the dizziness was getting worse. Your vision blurred at the edges, and the sound of your own heartbeat roared in your ears.

“Y/N—”

“Stop holding back!” you snapped, cutting him off.

Midoriya flinched but complied, though his hits were clearly pulled. You hated it—hated the pity in his eyes, the way he seemed afraid to fight you properly. You wanted to prove you could keep up, that you weren’t a liability.

And then your knees buckled.

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“Oi! What the hell are you doing, Deku?!”

Bakugou’s voice rang out across the gym, loud enough to make everyone pause. You barely registered the sound of his boots stomping across the floor before he was standing between you and Midoriya, his crimson eyes blazing.

“I-It wasn’t his fault—” you started, but Bakugou cut you off with a sharp glare.

“Shut it, dumbass,” he growled before turning back to Midoriya. “What the hell were you thinking, letting them push themselves like that?”

Midoriya opened his mouth to respond but quickly decided against it, his expression shifting to one of resignation.

“And you,” Bakugou snarled, rounding on you. “What the hell were you thinking? You could’ve hurt yourself!”

“I’m fine!” you snapped, trying to push past him.

But Bakugou wasn’t having it. He grabbed your arm—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to stop you in your tracks.

“You’re not fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re done. Sit down before you pass out.”

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Bakugou practically dragged you to the edge of the gym, ignoring your protests as he deposited you on a bench. The other students watched from a distance, their whispered conversations filling the air.

“Bakugou, you’re overreacting,” you muttered, crossing your arms as he crouched in front of you.

“Overreacting, my ass,” he shot back, his tone sharp. “You’re pale as shit, and you can’t even stand up straight. Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”

You glared at him, but the dizziness made it hard to keep your head up. Bakugou noticed immediately and let out an irritated sigh.

“Tch. Stay here,” he ordered before stomping off.

When he returned a few minutes later, he was carrying a water bottle and a protein bar. He shoved them at you without a word, his scowl deepening when you hesitated.

“Eat. Drink. Now,” he barked.

“Bakugou, I don’t need—”

“Don’t argue with me, dumbass!” he snapped, his voice louder than necessary. “Just do it!”

You flinched but complied, taking small sips of water and nibbling on the protein bar.

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When the session ended, Bakugou didn’t give you a choice about walking back to the dorms together. He hovered close, his sharp eyes scanning you for any signs of weakness.

“You didn’t have to walk me back,” you muttered, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.

“Shut up. You’re lucky I didn’t carry your ass,” he shot back.

The two of you walked in silence for a while, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife. But as you reached the dorms, Bakugou’s voice softened.

“You need to take care of yourself, Y/N,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.

You glanced at him, surprised by the shift in his demeanor. “I do take care of myself.”

“Bullshit,” he muttered. “If you did, I wouldn’t have to babysit you all the damn time.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the exhaustion caught up with you, and you leaned against the wall for support.

Bakugou was at your side in an instant, his hand on your arm as he steadied you.

“See? This is exactly what I’m talking about,” he grumbled. “You’re too damn stubborn for your own good.”

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Once inside your room, Bakugou made himself at home, pulling a chair up beside your bed as you sat down.

“You’re not staying,” you said, giving him a tired look.

“Like hell I’m not,” he retorted, crossing his arms. “Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t do something stupid.”

You sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re an idiot,” he shot back, though there was no real heat behind his words.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the tension gradually fading as the weight of the day settled over you. Bakugou’s presence, as much as you hated to admit it, was comforting.

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The silence in your dorm room was a strange thing. Bakugou wasn’t one to enjoy stillness, yet here he was, sitting in your chair like he belonged there, arms crossed as he glared at the wall. The occasional sound of his foot tapping against the floor was the only thing breaking the quiet.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you said finally, unable to take the tension anymore.

“Too bad,” he replied curtly.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “You’re seriously overreacting. I just got a little dizzy.”

He turned his sharp gaze on you, the intensity in his crimson eyes making you freeze. “A little dizzy? You couldn’t even finish training without almost eating shit in front of everyone.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” you muttered, looking away.

“I’m not saying it to piss you off, dumbass,” he snapped, leaning forward slightly. “I’m saying it because you’re being reckless.”

You stared at him, surprised by the raw frustration in his voice. Katsuki Bakugou was never one to sugarcoat his words, but there was something different about the way he spoke to you now—like he was genuinely afraid for you.

“I just don’t want to hold anyone back,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bakugou’s expression softened for a moment, though his scowl quickly returned. “You’re not holding anyone back,” he said firmly. “You think I give a crap if you can’t keep up sometimes? You’re not weak, Y/N.”

The words caught you off guard. You’d always thought Bakugou saw weakness as unforgivable, that he’d look down on anyone who couldn’t match his relentless energy. Hearing him say otherwise left you speechless.

“Tch. Don’t look at me like that,” he grumbled, his cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink. “I’m just telling the truth. Now shut up and rest.”

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Despite Bakugou’s insistence that you stay in bed, word of your condition had spread among your classmates, and it wasn’t long before a few of them came knocking.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Mina burst into the room, her usual enthusiasm dampened by concern. She carried a small bag of snacks, which she set on your bedside table with a flourish.

“I’m fine, really,” you said, offering her a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, they’re fine,” Bakugou interjected from his seat, his voice dripping with irritation. “Now get out.”

“Bakugou, be nice!” Kirishima appeared behind Mina, giving his friend a pointed look before turning to you. “We just wanted to check on you, Y/N. You scared us a little back there.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you said, guilt creeping into your tone. “I just… overdid it.”

“You think?” Bakugou muttered under his breath.

Kirishima chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, we’re glad you’re okay. Just take it easy, all right? And don’t let Bakugou boss you around too much.”

“Too late for that,” you joked, earning a glare from Bakugou.

After a few more minutes of chatting, Mina and Kirishima finally left, though not without a promise to check in on you again later. As soon as the door closed, Bakugou let out an irritated huff.

“They don’t know when to leave,” he grumbled.

“They’re just worried,” you said, leaning back against the pillows. “You don’t have to be so rude.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need a damn audience while I’m trying to take care of you,” he shot back.

You raised an eyebrow. “Trying to take care of me? Is that what this is?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, his cheeks flushing again.

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That night, long after Bakugou had begrudgingly left your room, you lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His words from earlier echoed in your mind.

“You’re not weak, Y/N.”

It was such a simple statement, yet it meant more to you than you could explain. For as long as you could remember, you’d been battling the fear that your anemia made you a burden. You hated the idea of being someone others had to take care of.

But Bakugou didn’t see you that way.

You weren’t sure when he’d started paying such close attention to you, but his protectiveness was undeniable. It was infuriating at times, but it also warmed your heart in a way you couldn’t ignore.

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When you woke the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the smell of food.

Groggily sitting up, you saw Bakugou standing by your desk, a tray of breakfast in his hands.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“What’s it look like?” he replied, setting the tray down on your lap. “You’re eating before training today.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “You made this?”

“Don’t sound so shocked,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “It’s just eggs and toast. Not like I cooked a five-star meal.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you picked up your fork. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, looking away. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

As you ate, you noticed how he lingered by the door, his usual impatience replaced by something softer.

“Are you gonna watch me the whole time?” you teased.

“Maybe,” he shot back.

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Over the next few weeks, Bakugou’s concern for you became an undeniable part of your routine. He started carrying snacks and water bottles with him during training, shoving them at you whenever he thought you looked tired. He adjusted his own training schedule to keep an eye on you, even if it meant sparring with someone else so he could watch from a distance.

And while he never outright said it, his actions spoke volumes.

One day, after a particularly exhausting training session, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the gym, your legs dangling over the side as you tried to catch your breath. Bakugou appeared beside you, handing you a cold water bottle without a word.

“Thanks,” you said, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip.

“Tch. Don’t mention it,” he muttered, sitting down next to you.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the sounds of the gym fading into the background. It was moments like this that reminded you just how much Bakugou cared, even if he’d never admit it.

“You’re not weak, you know,” he said suddenly, his voice softer than usual.

You turned to look at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone.

“Thanks, Katsuki,” you said quietly, using his first name for the first time in weeks.

He didn’t say anything, but the faint smile that tugged at his lips was enough.

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appocalipse · 10 months ago

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summary: you were way too drunk last night and said some funny things...so, of course, steve had no other option but take you to his place to take care of you. :)

read part 1 here

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Your head hurts.

Everything feels a little weird, in fact, but especially your head, spinning and throbbing and, when you try to pry your eyes open, the sudden harsh light streaming into the room feels like it's physically boring straight through your brain.

"Fuck," you whimper pitifully, eyes squeezing shut once more. Your ears are ringing, there's a coppery film lining the inside of your mouth and, for a terrible second, your stomach churns dangerously. "Fuck."

Someone hums somewhere near your right ear. A low, gravelly, vaguely amused sort of hum. There is absolutely nothing and no one alive on this green earth that would hum in that particular fashion except your best friend.

You peel your eyelids apart with great difficulty. When you tilt your head to the right, you see Steve sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing down at you with a soft look on his face.

Naturally, you proceed to freak the fuck out.

"Jesus Christ," you cry, scrambling backwards until you feel the back of your head slam against the headboard with a resounding thud. The dull throb in the back of your skull intensifies, and you have to fight back the urge to throw up. "Ow! Shit, I—What—what happened? Why are you in my—"

Hold on a second...this is not your room.

You cast an anxious, furtive glance around the unfamiliar setting of Steve Harrington's guest room. Panic floods your veins and has your heart hammering in your chest when you notice that you're clad in only one of his shirts and sweatpants that definitely don't belong to you.

Oh, Dear Lord.

Did something happen last night that you can't remember? Did something — oh, God, no.

Steve raises his eyebrows at you as though he can read your mind. "Relax. Nothing happened, relax, come back down," he coos gently, placing a placating hand on your arm. "And I...I didn't see anything, if that's what you're worried about. Nancy and Robin, uh...they helped you shower and get changed last night. Not me."

You cover your face with both hands, letting out a muffled groan as your memories come trickling back in. You don't remember every little detail from the previous night, but what you do remember is already more than enough to fill you with mortification and regret.

"...you said some pretty interesting things while you were drunk, though."

"Shut up," you mumble, peeking up at him through splayed fingers, "go away."

"Really, though," Steve continues, the teasing glint in his eyes a sure sign that he is very much enjoying your suffering, "who knew you found me so attractive?"

"Oh, Jesus," you mutter, groaning as you slide down to hide underneath the comforter, "where are my clothes? I want to leave now."

Steve snickers but makes no move to get up from his perch on the bed. You can hear the rustling of fabric, like he's adjusting his position as he waits for you to come out from under the blanket. "Clothes are in the wash, sorry," he says, sounding very much not sorry at all. "You, um, thought it was a good idea to lie down on the grass last night."

"Kill me now."

"Nope," he chirps, quite cheerfully so, "can't do that, because then who would watch Back to the Future with me tonight?"

You part the comforter just enough to peer up at him from beneath the thick layer of blanket.

"'Back to the Future'?" you echo, trying to ignore the fact that you feel a little lightheaded when Steve smiles down at you.

He looks nice. He always does, but even more so now for some reason — you're guessing it has something to do with the fact that you just woke up and haven't had the time to mentally prepare yourself for seeing him up close yet.

"Mmhmm. You up for it?"

"I'm pretty sure that my head is literally going to explode any time now."

It's really not that bad anymore, but Steve doesn't need to know that, does he?

He nods seriously in agreement. "Right, because you drank way more than you should've last night. Might have mentioned something about rules and...mhmm, what was it? Oh, yes, dying if I didn't let you touch my hair…?"

"No, I didn't."

"You really did," he tells you, leaning back on the heels of his palms, "but don't worry, it was cute."

"I am very much worried," you say miserably.

Steve lets out a quiet sigh and leans forward again, hands reaching out to tug the blanket down far enough to uncover your face completely. "Come on," he says, "do you need anything? Aspirin, maybe? Food? Water?"

You consider his offer, taking the time to mull it over while you avoid his gaze.

"Why did you bring me home with you?" you ask, curious despite yourself. "Why didn't you just take me home?"

"You, uh...really didn't want me to. Pretty much refused to let go of me all night."

"Steve."

"No, really!" he insists, holding both hands up in surrender. "It was like trying to pry a koala off a tree. You even asked—"

You let out a helpless moan of protest and turn away from him as much as you can, hiding your face in the pillow. Steve laughs, clearly delighted by the fact that he's managed to thoroughly embarrass you in less than ten minutes.

"You asked me if I—"

"I don't wanna know!"

"—would sleep in your bed with you."

"Nope," you whisper, your voice coming out a little garbled due to the way you've pressed your face into the pillows, "don't wanna hear it. Shut up, Steve, oh my God. Please."

"It was very adorable."

"I was drunk."

"Still. Cute."

You prop your head up on your elbow so that you can see him a little better, keeping the blanket held tightly around your shoulders as you do. "Sorry I called you. I don't even remember doing it, Tina just told me to and…sorry."

Steve looks down at his lap, shifting a little uncomfortably on the bed.

"I don't mind," he says, lifting his gaze up to meet yours briefly. "You said you missed me. At the party."

A dry, humorless chuckle leaves you and you cringe when the sudden motion sends a sharp pain lancing through your forehead. "Ow. Of course you would remember that," you say, cheeks heating up.

"Do you...remember everything?"

You blink, momentarily confused by the sudden change in conversation. "Everything?" you ask, more to buy yourself some time than anything else.

"You, um..." Steve trails off, clearly unsure of how to broach the topic with you, "you said I made you feel…stuff inside. That you felt stuff. Or something like that. Do you...remember saying that?"

You can practically feel all the color draining out of your face, leaving behind a blank canvas that hides none of your inner panic.

"Uh...no, no, I don't. Do you have a...I need to, um, use your bathroom, like, right now, if you don't mind."

Steve blinks. "Oh, okay. Sure. I bought you a toothbrush earlier, by the way. It's in the medicine cabinet if...if you want."

"Yep," you say, climbing out from under the blanket with as much dignity as you can muster (which is very little), "yep, okay, thanks. I'm...gonna go do that. Now. Okay, bye."

You spend a good five minutes inside the bathroom splashing water in your face while silently wishing for death to come claim you sooner rather than later. Then, you brush your teeth with the toothbrush Steve left out for you — which is totally not cute, it's not cute, why did he do that, ugh, damn him — before venturing out into the hall.

"Steve?"

"Kitchen," he calls out from somewhere at the bottom of the stairs, "you want pancakes?"

You hesitate.

The idea of staying to have breakfast alone with Steve Harrington seems oddly intimate after last night, a dangerous prospect that will undoubtedly lead to awkward small talk and more teasing. However, he did go out of his way to buy you a toothbrush this morning...

You swallow down the nervousness you feel and pad barefoot down the staircase into the foyer, following the sounds of clinking utensils and soft humming to the kitchen.

Steve looks up from his place at the stove when you appear in the doorway.

"Hey," he greets, giving you a quick once over. "How's your head?"

"Feels like there's a little person in there hitting it repeatedly with a little hammer," you admit, grimacing a little as you come further into the room and sit down at the island. "Thanks, by the way. For helping me out last night. And today. I really am sorry for...um, you know, that."

"'That'?"

You purse your lips and Steve grins.

"Yes, that," you mutter, swiveling your seat from left to right while you watch him attempt to read a recipe on the back of a box of pancake mix. "Drunk me is like, twice as embarrassing as sober me."

"Embarrassing isn't the word I'd use."

"Please," you scoff, "I was pathetic. I could barely walk by myself."

Steve glances back at you. "I didn't think you were pathetic."

You raise an eyebrow at him skeptically.

"Okay, maybe a little pathetic," he concedes with a little snort, "but mostly just…sweet."

"Sweet?"

"Yeah, sweet. Don't know if anyone's ever told you that before."

"Sweet," you say again, the headache suddenly no more than an afterthought. "That's how you'd describe me?"

Steve, apparently having given up on making sense out of the instructions on the back of the box, turns around to lean against the counter behind him and studies you with his arms folded loosely over his chest.

"Yes," he says, tilting his head to the side a little. "Not the word you expected me to say?"

There's something about the way he's looking at you. It's warm and piercing all at once, like he can see right through you. It makes it hard for you to breathe all of a sudden, hard for you to do anything but gape at him like a goldfish that's been pulled out of water.

"Uh, I'm...confused."

"Me too," he admits with a little huff of laughter. "I was thinking about what you said."

"About your hair?"

"No, well, yeah, but—" Steve pauses, dragging a hand down his face with a weary sigh. "Look, what you said to me yesterday, about the things I make you feel, I—"

"I said I'm sorry—"

"Don't apologize," Steve interrupts, shooting you an unamused look, "I'm trying to say something here, come on, give me a sec."

"Right. Sorry. Go on."

"You're not supposed to apologize for apologizing."

"I'm s—okay, right. Mouth shut."

Steve purses his lips to stifle his amusement at your antics. You fold your arms in front of your chest and keep your gaze fixed firmly on the marble countertop as you wait for him to continue.

"I, uh," he says, pushing himself away from the counter so that he can wander over to the other side of the kitchen, where you sit, "I feel things too, you know. With you."

"Oh."

"Yeah," Steve chuckles, scrubbing a hand across the back of his neck as he stops beside you, "'Oh'. Weird, right?"

You'd like to, but can't think of anything clever to say that would serve as a suitable response. You don't think Steve's looking for one, anyway, because he reaches out to tap his fingers lightly on the back of your hand, taking a seat on the stool next to yours.

"S'weird, 'cause I don't know if you meant what you said when you were drunk, or if it was just the alcohol talking, or what."

You shake your head quickly, and then wince because of the way the headache thuds behind your right eye.

"Robin says I'm an idiot and should stop being such a chicken," he continues, with a slight roll of his eyes. "And Eddie says if I don't 'shut up and tell you how I feel soon', he'll do it for me."

You nod, smiling despite your hangover. "Eddie's, uh, got a point, no?"

"Maybe," Steve allows, rubbing absently at the side of his neck.

He lets his hands slide down to the legs of your stool, fingers curling around the metal of each side. You don't quite understand what he's doing until he gives them a light tug, jerking you closer to him without warning.

You let out a little shriek of surprise as you reach up to clutch onto the first solid thing your hands find — his forearms.

"Ah! What—Steve!"

He's got an amused smile on his face, but his eyes are bright and nervous all at once. Steve pushes your stool even closer to him, until your knees knock against his own and he's forced to lean down to keep his eyes on you.

You hold his gaze steadily as he edges closer. "What are you doing?" you murmur, watching his eyes flit downward to track the movement of your tongue as it peeks out to wet your dry lips.

"Not sure yet," Steve hesitates when your lips are a hairsbreadth apart. He watches, half-dazed, half-entranced by the way you stare back at him, unblinking. "But I've got a theory."

"A theory?"

He lowers his head toward yours. You press your hands flat against the hard plane of his chest to steady yourself, fingers splaying over the soft material of his t-shirt as you curl them around the fabric. Steve exhales, and you can feel his breath on your skin, a soft tickle that raises the goosebumps all over your skin.

"Wanna hear it?"

You nod slowly, aware of the way his eyes darken as they trace your face. He's so close that you can make out the fine dusting of freckles and moles that litter his skin, the long fan of his lashes as they flutter to a close. If you moved even slightly, your lips would brush against his.

"What's your…your theory?" you whisper.

You can feel his heartbeat thudding in his chest as he releases his hold on your stool, lifts both hands up to cradle your face instead. He slides the tips of his fingers along the side of your neck, lets his thumb trace your jaw.

"I think," Steve says, and you can tell he's struggling to string two coherent words together when you feel his thumb quiver against your cheekbone. "I think that, uh, you're—Christ, I—"

His nose brushes against yours and you tilt your chin up instinctively, chasing the brief contact. You smirk. "Christ, you...?"

"Shut up," Steve huffs out a breathless laugh. "I'm getting to it."

"Are you?" you tease, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, your turn to pull him towards you gently.

Steve goes easily, moving his hand from your face to brace the back of your neck. "I think," he starts, eyes crinkling at the corners, "that I might be in love with you."

It's such an unforeseen, unexpected confession that your heart almost gives out in your chest.

You gape up at him, at his crooked grin, at his rosy cheeks. "You think?"

He blinks and then squints down at you like he can't decide whether he wants to be annoyed at your antics or kiss you. You hope for the latter, but he says, "What're you, a parrot?"

Shrugging, you're unable to keep your lips from quirking into a grin of your own. "Rude."

Steve's head falls forward and he rests his forehead against yours. You can feel his pulse thundering wildly against the hand you've pressed flat against his chest, and it makes you feel a little better about your own pounding heart.

"M'sorry."

You smooth a hand over his shirt and hook a finger under the neckline. "Forgiven," you tell him.

"Good," Steve says, nudging his nose against yours playfully.

You want to say something else, maybe tease him about his hair or something equally as inconsequential, but he doesn't let you. Instead, he leans down and closes the distance between you with a slow, tentative press of his lips to yours.

Now, Steve's mouth is soft and warm, and he kisses you like he's got all the time in the world. You shiver when he drags his fingers up the back of your neck, tangling them in your hair so that he can pull you closer yet.

You only pull back when the need to breathe becomes too urgent, giggling at the little noise of protest he lets out as you do. But Steve is nothing if not persistent, and he pulls you back in almost immediately, the movement so abrupt that you nearly topple backwards off the stool.

"Steve—I..." you manage to say, between your giggles and the heated press of his lips against yours. "I still...need to breathe, mister."

He huffs out a little laugh against the side of your neck, nips at the sensitive skin in retaliation. You squeal in delight and jab him playfully in the stomach, laughing as he recoils in mock agony.

"Stop laughing," Steve complains, the warmth of his own laughter tickling the underside of your chin when he nuzzles his nose into your neck once more, "come on, you're ruining the moment."

"Wait," you breathe, right before his lips meet yours again, "so...no pancakes, then?"

He drops his forehead against your shoulder and shakes with quiet laughter."You," Steve mumbles into the side of your neck, "are something else, you know that?"

You grin. "Apparently, you like that. Love that...no?"

You can feel him smile, the stretch of his lips curving against the skin of your shoulder.

"Apparently...yeah, I do. I do."

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saturnsorbits · 11 months ago

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Always a Groomsman

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warning: Angst (A Touch), Smut, Exhibitionism, Reader Smokes, Kaminari isn't a Hero Anymore, Brief Mention of Addiction etc. Word Counts: 5.4k.

Summary: A wedding, what a wonderful place to reunite with the one that fucked you and ran all those years ago.

The light is already dying by the time you finally manage to slip away from the reception and make a B-line to the back of the tent. Your feet are killing. The whiskey helps the pain, but even whiskey can't numb everything.

'Oi.' Bakugo catches your elbow, stopping you just short of freedom.

'Where are you going?'

'Need some air.'

Flicking up his eyebrows, he offers you a smirk that tells you he's not buying your bullshit. 'So it's got nothing to do with that then?' He hooks a thumb towards the dance floor and the drunken silhouette of Kaminari Denki He's curled himself around a bridesmaid, hand pinching the silk over her hip, lips hovering barely an inch above her neck as she threads her hand through his hair.

You chew your lip and lie. 'No.'

'C'mon... Just talk to him, you know you want to.' Bakugo's eyes widen suggestively.

'I think he's too pre-occupied to talk.' Something bubbles in your stomach as you watch Kaminari whisper in the woman's ear and you quietly shift your gaze so you don't see what happens next.

'You know he's only over there because he thinks you're mad at him, right?'

'I am mad at him.'

'It's been years.'

'He fucked me over, Kat...'

Bakugo's gaze hits the floor. It's not like he's forgotten what happened. 'I'm not taking his side but -.'

'No.' You raise your hands, palms flat in the air to stop him. You know what he's about to say. You've heard it all before. 'You've got guests to entertain and I am literally going to explode if I don't get some air in the next minute.'

Rolling his eyes, he plants a kiss on your cheek and uses his new proximity to whisper in your ear. 'He'd make a pretty groom, that's all I'm saying.'

'Oh, fuck off.' You manage to swat his shoulder only once before he's turned on his heel and returned to the mess of wedding guests that whoop and roar when he re-emerges into the fray.

The cold hits you as soon as you duck under the edge of the tent and step out onto the small deck. Instantly, you pull at your shoes and hiss as your feet are forced to straighten against the wooden floor. Before the throbbing in your soles has settled, you stagger off, limping towards the tall rail separating the deck from the field beyond.

It's a nice night, cold, but nice. In the sky, stars burn on a back-drop of navy, their blanket only broken by the soft, red blinking of the odd satellite or plane. The music from the tent floats out and lingers in the air, leaving you with enough space to actually think for a second.

You'd been overjoyed to watch Bakugo finally get hitched to Kirishima, but almost all of that excitement had died when you saw Kaminari. It had been almost ten years since the night he'd kissed you outside of UA, since you'd stumbled up the stairs to his dorm and let him be the first to touch you. He'd pretended as if it had never happened afterwards and you'd taken the hint.

A few months later, you'd moved south and he had stayed. He hadn't even shown up to your leaving party, despite both Sero and Kirishima telling you he'd be there.

But, all of that was in the past, or at least you'd thought it was until your eyes had grazed his as he stood beside the alter as Kirishima's best man and you'd felt a forgotten affection swell in your stomach. Sighing, you fiddle with your clutch bag and remove a half-full packet of cigarettes from within. You flip open the box, pluck one from inside and pop it in-between your lips before diving back into the clutch to search for a lighter. Rummaging for a second, you come up empty.

'Shit.'

'Need a light?'

The voice makes you shriek. You jump, stumble over your shoes and just about manage to catch yourself on the rail. Hand falling to your chest, you can feel the hammering of your heart through your skin.

'Am I that scary?' He snickers.

You squint, trying to make out his edges in the low light. Your eyebrows furrow, then lift as you focus on the man in front of you. He looks good, better than the last time you'd seen him: A scrawny shadow of himself pictured in a double page spread of a gossip magazine, something about heroism, drugs and a sex scandal printed in bright ink above it.

Flicking your eyes up to his, you're glad to see the spark has returned to his eyes. An old, but familiar shiver runs the length of your spine and suddenly, your stomach fills with motion. 'You... You look good.'

'Yeah?' He holds open his blazer, allowing you to get a full look as he slowly spins on the balls of his shoes and pinches at the skin of his stomach. 'Hero weekly says I'm chubby now.'

You're tempted to lie, to tell him that he's looked better, but you don't. 'No, you look good, healthy. It suits you.'

Something in Kaminari's chest stutters and he has to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth before he speaks again. 'Light?'

You pause. 'You don't mind?'

His face breaks into a smile, perfect and shining. 'Nah, don't even crave the things any more.' He misses out the bit about having enough nicotine patches on his chest and arms to stop a bull.

You concede. There's a comfort that comes back almost too easily, like the past finally catches up with you. It dampens the fire in your stomach, leaving you clutching at the anger that had grown inside of you since that night. You lean forward, letting him cup his hands around the end of your cigarette.

His hands shake when he tries to make a spark. It takes one, two, three times of his thumb coming down on the wheel before it finally catches a light and he can step back to a safer distance.

'It's still the same one, doesn't work as well now though.' He mumbles flicking the cap of the lighter. It's silver, with a chipped yellow lightning bolt painted on the front of it.

If you looked close enough, you're sure you'd be able to find the rough scratching of your entwined initials, engraved by his shaking hands at fifteen.

You breathe in, savour the burning of smoke as it infests your lungs and exhale. Turning, you rest against the rail and look back out over the field.

'So – you're -.'

'Sero said -.'

You both start up at the same time, the constriction of the silence around you forcing you both to attempt to fill it.

'You first -.'

'No, you – go on.' You encourage, arching an eyebrow.

Kaminari swallows. His heart thrums violently, threatening to deafen him, but he's just hoping that you can't see how bad his hands are shaking, how he can feel sweat beginning to bead his forehead. He's not an idiot. He knows how he left it, what you must think. As soon as Kirishima had asked him to be best man he’d felt his guts begin to twist and turn. The idea of seeing you again set his veins on fire. You cough and pull him back from the edge of his thoughts.

'I – uh...' He can't think. You're too close, too real and suddenly, his tongue seizes in his mouth.

Another beat of silence nestles its way into the conversation and you can't take it. You switch the conversation. 'Ei said you're going to work with Aizawa.'

He takes a deep breath and prepares himself to look at you, but it still doesn't stop the air being stolen from his lungs when he finally does. There's a flourish of nostalgia in his stomach and he swallows a grin. 'Yeah. He, uh, he sought me out. After all the – the, y'know, rehab and all that, he thought I'd be a good fit.'

'Yeah?' You raise your eyebrows. Kaminari's fall from grace had been far from undocumented. There had been barely a week that he hadn't appeared in some sort of magazine, his eyes dull and another questionable entourage in toe. Another one night stand, a model spotted having cocaine snorted off her tits; wherever there was chaos, Kaminari had followed.

'Yeah... We're, uhm, we're already working with a group of kids in UA. They got caught up in that villain attack down town. We do these workshops were we like pretend to be pro-hero's...'

Smiling, you raise your eyebrows. There's light in his voice, something you've missed and something you're keen to hold onto.

He snorts. 'No, I know, I know, but we pretend to be...' He shoots you a cheeky glance. '… Current... Pro-hero's doing interviews and talking about our experiences and stuff, y'know like it's miles away. Helps to sort it all out in your head, picture a future were it isn't all still hanging over you. There's this one kid, absolute firecracker... He stopped the whole fucking building collapsing before they could get everyone out, has a pretty nasty scar to thank for it too, but he does the most flawless impression of Bakugo it's almost scary.'

You bat at his arm instinctively and freeze as your hand wraps his bicep. For a second it's all too easy to forget you're not still teenagers clinging onto youth with both hands. 'That looks good on you too.'

'Huh?' He swallows before moving his hand to cover yours on his arm. His skin prickles when you don't pull away. It's hard to forget how it all ended. How he'd been too naïve to tell you how he felt, how he'd bit his tongue for months after he'd summoned the courage to finally kiss you and how he'd tried everything he could to run from the violent storm of emotions that had been released in his stomach that night.

It hadn't worked.

Avoiding you hadn't worked, neither had sleeping with other women or pretending it had never happened.

You lean into him, tightening your grip and the warmth of your skin reminds him that he's not the scared teenager he used to be.

'Helping kids, working with Aizawa...' You giggle, relaxing into his presence at last. 'It looks good on you. You light up when you talk about it... It's nice. Haven't seen you look like that since...' You chew your lip. 'Listen...' It's impossible to read him. His jaw is set, eyes facing forward as the cold begins to chap and redden his cheeks and you have to fight to push away the thought of how beautiful he still looks. 'I know you're only out here because Bakugo told you to be.' The accusation slips off your tongue too easily as the past rears it's head.

'I'm not – it's -.'

'You don't have to lie to me.' You offer him a broken smile, a truce of sorts.

'I really screwed up, didn't I?' He chuckles, letting smoke drift from his nose and mouth before turning to you.

'You did.'

There's a lapse in the conversation and he takes his chance. You're peering up at him, your eyes filled with the embers of something he hopes is affection and he dives in. 'Do you remember that night... Outside the school when... When, we -.' He feels stupid. The words lodge in his throat and refuse to move, forcing him to stop and haul in a breath. You'd think after all the talking therapy he'd be better at it by now.

He battles through, after all – he doesn't know when he'll get the chance to see you again.

If he doesn't do it now, he never will.

'When we slept together?' You sigh then tilt your head and finally give in, resting your head against his shoulder. Part of you wonders why he's brought it up, the other part isn't sure you care. Right now, you're just happy to bask in him. You've missed it: him. Even with the history between you. 'You don't have to apologise. I get it.'

'What do you mean?' Kaminari stammers.

'Well, It was a mistake, right?' It's a question disguised as a statement, but you don't give him time to answer before you're already trying to soften the blow yourself. 'We were young and people sleep together all the time, it's not a big deal. I just -.' You puff out your cheeks, finish your cigarette and drop it to the floor, letting Kaminari crush it with his dress shoe. 'I – I guess I just expected us to... It doesn't matter, you didn't want it and I respect that, just, it was just a hard pill to swallow, I think.

He takes another lungful of cold air, hoping the shock will calm him. It does, but only until he cranes his neck to look at you again. You're looking back up at him, your eyes wide and questioning, pupils blown out through darkness and alcohol. His gaze lingers on the soft pump of your lip and he's almost knocked over by the rush of memory that reminds him you used to taste like strawberries and smoke.

He wonders if you still do.

'It's not like that...'

You swallow. 'What was it like then?'

His voice is a whisper when he finally admits what he came out her to tell you. 'I was scared...' His thumb ghosts the back of your hand. 'I'm still scared.'

'Denki...'

'Yeah?' He's vaguely aware of the fact that he's unable to tear his eyes away from your face, but he's too caught up in the feel of you pressed to his side, where you belong, to care.

'Don't start saying things like that.'

'Why -.'

You lick at your back teeth, fighting annoyance. 'Not now. Especially not when there's a bridesmaid wondering where you've got to in there.' You hook a thumb back towards the tent.

'I'm not – we're not, we're not together or anything...' He's stumbling, making a mess as usual.

You roll your eyes. 'You don't have to lie.'

'I'm not lying.'

'I saw you all over her.'

'Dancing – we were -.'

Chewing at your lip, you sigh. 'It doesn't matter.'

'No.' He takes hold of your hand, squashes his own on top of yours and pins you as best as he can without forcing your fingers to entwine. 'It does.'

You swallow. 'Why now?'

'I – uh -.'

'Why not then?'

'I was scared.'

'You know...' You slip your hand from under his and fold your arms across your chest. 'It hurt when I realised that I was just another fuck for you, but it wasn't as bad as loosing a friend Denki – We were friends and you just fucking ghosted me. No explanation, no apology, you could have just fucking ignored it and I would have let things go back to normal, I would have just -.' You're crying, kind of. Tears well in your eyes, but you're refusing to let them fall. You've spent too many tears on him already and your make-up took almost an hour to do.

'I was a fucking idiot, I was scared and – and -.'

'I think I'm going to go...' You nod, swatting away his hand when he reaches for you. 'It was nice seeing you.' Turning, you're ready to make a short dash through the tent, ready to be as far away from the constricting air of the deck.

'No. Please. Please, don't go – not again, I just. Fuck.'

A hand wraps your wrist, pulling you back just enough that he can slip in front of you blocking your escape. 'Den - Kaminari.'

'Just let me, let me get this out. Okay.' He's pleading when he looks up at you, but he can't let you leave, not without at least trying. 'I was a fucking idiot. I was so scared that you'd hate me, that, that I'd be a bad boyfriend, or you'd move away and I wouldn't be enough, that I'd be too busy with work, or it'd be too much and I – I let that get the better of me. I was already falling apart, even back then and I didn't – I didn't want you to have to see it, to put up with it. You, fuck, you deserve so much and... That night...' He hauls in a breath. 'That night was one of the best nights of my life, not, not just the sex – just being with you and I – Well I did fuck it all up, didn't I... Look at the state of me - I couldn't, I couldn't have dragged you through all that.'

'Oi.' You fix him with a stare. 'Don't go blaming yourself, not for what you've been through - or how you've dealt with it. Never, okay... And for what it's worth, I would have gone to Hell and back if you'd asked.'

His jaw ticks, but when he turns to face you there's something almost thankful in the shine of his eyes. 'I'd never ask.'

You chuckle. 'I know. You wouldn't have had to. I've have done it anyway.'

He swallows.

You roll your lip between your teeth and bite down. 'So you liked me... Back then, I mean. When we – I wasn't just, just another girl that you...

'We both know I did.' He licks his lips. 'I was a fucking idiot, I -.' His eyes widen as he struggles to find a word to summarise the years that have elapsed between you and leaves him out on a limb.

'Do you still...'

He nods.

'And if, if it were to happen again, you'd want that?'

'More than anything.'

'And you wouldn't run away?'

'Only if I was chasing you.'

You smile, straighten and curl your body into his. 'Then...' You whisper. 'Kiss me.'

He does. Wrapping a hand around your neck, he lets his thumb rub at the softness behind your ear as your lips meet again for the first time in years.

Things go quickly from there...

It's overdue. A coming together that both of your bodies have longed for, for far too long. He kisses the same, with lips that are a touch too dry and a hunger no-one else has ever been able to match.

You have a mind to stop him, have a mind to stall his hands as they press to your chest and seek out the stiff peaks of your nipples, but you don't. Instead, you let yourself be overcome. Your hands find his belt. It's almost too easy to do, to unclasp the buckle and yank it clear of his suit pants. You cast it aside and are surprised when he doesn't seem to care where it lands.

He pushes you back, urging you further and further away from the wedding still raging inside and towards the scant privacy the deck can offer.

Although, it's more than obvious that neither of you care.

Each touch is electric. A build of emotion that had crystallised, now dissolving into your hands and dripping through your fingers. It's rough and needy, desperate, but more than that, it feels right.

'Here, quick.' You pull at the lapel of his suit jacket, yanking him impossibly closer.

He misreads the signs, twisting and turning as he attempts to wriggle from his jacket and slip it from his shoulders.

Tugging it back into place, you shake your head. 'No time, just...' You let your hand slide down his chest, feeling your way across the expanse of him before slipping your fingers into the waist of his suit pants. '… Come here.'

Kaminari moans as you make quick work of his pants, shoving them eagerly half way to his thigh. 'Don't need to tell me twice.' He chuckles, using what little air remains in his lungs to whine as your fingers graze over his hardening cock.

You tease for barely a second longer before taking hold of him and squeezing.

'Fuck.' His head rocks back on his shoulders, eyes rolling to the skies as he sinks into the feeling of having you again. 'I've missed you. Shit.'

You chuckle and lean in close, pressing your chest to his as you lick at the shell of his ear. 'Have you missed me or just my hand?'

Immediately, he pulls back. His hands wrap around your elbows as he holds you at arms length. He looks comical, with his pants clinging to the thin at the end of his thighs and his grey boxers almost dyed black, stained with pre-cum as his cock pulses in its confines, spilling more desperation onto the fabric. 'I really have missed you...'

Stooping to catch your eye, he raises his eyebrows and offers you a smile. 'You. Not the sex, not anything else. Yo -.'

You barely let him finish his sentence before you're breaking from his constriction and pressing back into him. 'I've missed you too...' Biting his lip, you ease the sting with a kiss. 'But, we really don't have a lot of time and I'm so fucking wet I -.'

He whines against your mouth. 'Can – Fuck, let me taste.'

'Maybe later.'

The idea of later makes his blood sing, but the sound of the party still raging inside quickly refocuses him on the task at hand. 'Think I can make you cum in five minutes?'

'Oh.' You squeak when his hand pinches at your ass. 'I fucking hope so.'

'Challenge accepted.' Grinning from ear to ear, Kaminari presses back until you bump against the wooden railing of the deck. His hands roam across your body, squeezing and nipping at everything he can reach. Reaching up, he takes hold of the strap before pausing. 'Can I?' Or will this rip?'

'It'll be fine... Just -' You push your chest out, helping as best you can as Kaminari pulls down the front of your dress to expose you to the air.

The cold air forces your nipples to pebble immediately, the lip of your dress forcing your breasts to sit high and pretty and in perfect reach of Kaminari's wondering hands.

He cups your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples until you squirm. If he had time, he'd savour this. He'd crane his neck, bow to your beauty and take one of those hardened rose buds into his mouth. He'd taste your skin, savour the salt and lick effortlessly over you until your cries became the background noise to his dreams. Licking his teeth, he looses himself to the feeling of you filling his hand. The fat of your tit spills through his fingers as he squeezes, earning another breathy gasp from you before turning his attention to other areas.

'Denki...' You're breathing heavy already, your chest heaving as Kaminari takes his pleasures feeling every inch of you. His hands sink, exploring. He pinches at your ribs, skates over your ribs and grips your hips before landing a firm smack against your ass. 'Denki, please... Fuck, c'mon, I need -.'

'Yeah?' His pupils have blown when he looks at you. Rings of gold struggle to keep them in check as hunger threatens to swallow them whole.

You nod, helping him yank up your dress until it's bunched up around your hips. Shivering against the cold, your knees knock together as a wave of vulnerability suddenly washes over you. You're freezing. The arousal trapped in your underwear cooling by the second, even as your cunt burns to be touched.

'Fuck...' Kaminari's hand sinks into your underwear the second it can. His fingers brush across trimmed pubic hair before petting, gently, at your clit.

You moan, bucking into his hand as he slips further and brushes his fingertips across your entrance. Bringing his hand back up, he presents his hand to you in the air. Your arousal shines on his skin, the glittering light from tent making it shimmer as he widens his fingers, leaving sticky strings to hang between index and forefinger.

He admires the shine. 'You're so fucking wet.'

Nodding, you reach for his wrist to pull it to your mouth – tasting yourself and cleaning his skin, but before you can, his tongue darts out of his mouth. He collects your slick like a delicacy and moans as your sweetness hits the back of his throat.

'Denki, I can't wait anymore... Please -.'

Kaminari wastes no time. In a moment, he has himself freed from his boxers, his cock hard and twitching against your stomach and your leg hooked lazily over his arm.

You tug aside your underwear yourself, exposing your cunt to him fully. There's no time to waste. Something primal eats away at your insides, something you're sure will only subside once he's seated inside of you. Your fingers itch, one hand playing with the strays hairs at the base of his neck as you look down and watch as he guides himself into you.

The initial push makes him hiss. You're tight. Tighter than he remembers as your walls wrap around him and clench. Locking his jaw, he hauls in a breath through his teeth and wills himself away from embarrassment.

Feeling him twitch helplessly inside of you, you grasp him by the lapel and pull him close until your nose touches his. 'Don't you dare. Not...' He gives you another inch, making you gasp and roll your hips. 'Not yet, don't fucking -.'

'Don't worry, baby. 'm not, not gonna.' Holding onto his sanity with his fingernails, Kaminari pulls back his hips and grinds back into you. The rhythm he sets up is uneven at best, but still, each thrust causes his cock to rub directly across the sponge roof of your cunt making you whine and cling.

Lips finding his neck, you litter him with lust. Your teeth find purchase, biting down to stifle the moans bubbling in your chest as he continues to fuck you, bottoming out each time in an effort to give you everything he has.

'You're gonna leave a mark.' He speaks through gasps, his pace stuttering as he continues to try and please you. The muscle in his thighs shake, his hands struggling not to clamp down on your waist as he pushes through the pulsing of his balls that threatens an early end.

You chuckle, revelling in the goose-flesh your breath leaves in its wake. It's intimate, setting a fire in your stomach as you pull back enough to catch his eye once more. You smile. 'What? Don't want your cheeky bridesmaid side piece to see?'

His pace falters. 'I don't.'

'Denki, baby... I'm joking.'

The pet name hatches butterflies in his sternum. They bump against the bone, tickling his organs and making him feel like he could float six feet from the floor. Not for the first time, he curses his own previous cowardice for stealing away all the pet names the past could have gifted him.

Bringing your foreheads together, you pant, breathing in each others air for a moment.

It's always felt like a cop out to call him 'The one that got away'. The title had never fit, no matter how much you'd wanted it to – or wished at one point and yet, right here, now, you wonder how you'd ever even brought yourself to think of him like that. 'Denki... Denks.' He hums, transfixed by a look he'd only been able to imagine in your eyes. 'What – what do you need. Tell me.'

You chew your lip, muttering. 'I'm never going to cum like this.'

'Ah.' His eyes light up, a shock of understanding zipping through him.

It might have been years, but he remembers every second of that night you spent together. He remembers you quaking, remembers how you'd looked on your hands and knees, thighs shaking as your spine curved deliciously, your ass bouncing as you rocked yourself back on his cock desperately. How could he forget?

Slipping out of you, he pulls back only enough to lay his hands on your waist and spin you.

You twist, dizzy and grab hold of the railing to steady yourself. Instantly, you're up on your tip-toes, back curved as you wait, pretty and presented. Anticipation lances through your legs making holding yourself up difficult, but it's all worth it when you feel him stretch you open and slide home.

Not giving you a second to adjust, he sets a blinding pace, spurred on by the memory of what it had felt like to have you fall apart around him. The fingers of his right hand dig into the flesh of your hip as the other slides up your back and takes hold of your neck. He grips, leaning over you to whisper, hoarse, in your ear. 'Touch yourself... Touch yourself for me, show me how good you feel, baby.'

You obey. Slipping a hand between your legs, you spread your fingers to feel him rutting into you for a moment. The skin of his cock is silk soft and slippery with your arousal, grazing the sides of your fingers as you shift and finally, begin to rub at your clit.

'Fuck...' Kaminari's grip on your hip stutters, growing light as he feels you tighten up around him. 'Go – Good girl. Shit. I'm not – not gonna last, I -.'

You don't need him too. In a few moments, you feel the telltale rush. Your cunt aches, clit pulsing as your orgasm threatens to reduce you to your knees. With your eyes rolling back into your head, you struggle to keep circling your clit, but Kaminari's fingers replace yours without you asking.

His movement is clumsy, but he manages to fuck you through your high either way. 'Holy, holy fuck... You feel, feels so – fucking Hell.' Stuttering, he struggles through, pouring his focus into you as you milk him relentlessly, bringing him closer and closer to his own end. With a tight chest, you reel back, glancing over your shoulder.

Kaminari's face is flushed, his cheek bones brushed with a pink that makes him look boyish and young. The edge of his mouth is twisted, a cause of his teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek and his jaw is clenched, bringing out the cut line of his jaw.

He's close. You can tell. The thought thrills you, your cunt tightening on impulse as you await your prize.

'Where, fuck, fuck... I can't cum on your dress, you're – you're gonna have to move, or, or -.'

Reaching back, you grab at the edge of his suit jacket and pull at him, forcing his hips against your ass. 'Inside.'

He doesn't get a chance to think, his body makes the decision for him. His balls tighten, pulsing as he cums, emptying himself inside of you. Curling over, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, teeth scraping against the exposed skin as he pours himself into you, pumping you full.

With your stomach full and his lips grazing the base of your neck, you relax into a bone-deep kind of satiation you'd not felt since that night. It's surreal. Absurd as you come crashing back to reality as realise that the party has begun to quieten inside of the tent.

He's still dripping out of you when you hear the high pitched whistle cut through the air.

Kamiari turns. Tearing his suit jacket from his shoulders, he drapes it over your hips, covering his own mess.

'You two made up then?' Sero's smile is blinding. His hands are dug into his pockets, thumbs poking out over the material as he shrugs himself into his shoulders. He's plastered, his hair mattered and a mess as it falls from its bun, but even the alcohol making him stagger doesn't put a stop to his mischief.

Kaminari panics. His voice is still breathless, shaking slightly from the force of the orgasm that had almost had him seeing static. He should have made you cum quicker, shouldn't have slowed down the way he did. Fuck, he should have asked you to come back to his hotel. You deserve better than a quick, forgive me fuck outside of a tent in almost freezing temperature. He curses himself and cringes. 'How long have you been stood there?'

'Long enough to be pitching a tent, you guys don't fuck around huh...' He chuckles to himself. 'Well, I guess you do but -.'

Struggling with your dress, you can't help the smile that breaks your lips when Kaminari shields you and helps get your tits situated and hidden once more. Stepping from behind him, you slide a hand down his arm and twist your fingers in his. Hoping this time he won't run away. 'What do you want Hanta? We're just about to get out of here.'

Even if you had been trying to miss the smile that brightens Kaminari's face, you wouldn't have been able to. He re-adjusts his jacket, now slung over your shoulders and squeezes your hand tight.

Sero chuffs. Still too drunk to know better. 'When I first came out here I just wanted to smoke, but now I'm thinking of asking to watch.'

Reaching down, you pluck one of your heels from the floor before turning and throwing it headlong at Sero's head.

He ducks, laughing as the shoe goes wide. 'That a maybe then?'

'Hanta...' Kaminari whines, but Sero is already backing away holding his hands up in a mock surrender.

'Woah, woah...' A cheeky smile tugs at his lip, bringing his left dimple out in a way that only happens when there's real mischief up his sleeve. 'I guess now would be a bad time to tell you that the lights out here cause a pretty solid shadow to be cast on the side of that tent then, huh?'

The colour drains from both of your faces. 'No...'

Sero's eyes shine as he reaches into his pocket and removes his phone. 'I've got a video of it if you don't believe me...'

-> Masterlist

#kaminari smut #kaminari x reader smut #kaminari x reader #mha smut #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

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beah388love · 7 months ago

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Fight or Flight

Full Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!F1 Driver

Summary: You have an anxiety attack before a race and Lando comforts you

Warnings: Anxiety,reader has an anxiety attack, mentions of trauma,swearing,bad language!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

This wasn’t your first race. So you didn’t know why you felt so…Anxious?

It’s not like you was scared to go against your boyfriend Lando, you always go against each other and made a promise to each other that no matter who wins or loses it won’t interfere with your relationship after all it’s just a race.

But today you felt so scared, like you wanted to just run anywhere literally anywhere.

You woke up and felt landos soft fingertips stroking up and down your arm and you could feel him staring at you.

“you awake?” He asked and you nuzzled your face into his chest deeper before looking up at him with a smile “yeah” you breathed out tiredly.

As soon as you woke up you could feel that pressure on your chest. And the feeling like your hearts in your stomach.

But you tried to ignore the feeling hoping it would go away, maybe it was just pre-race nerves…

yeah it’s just pre-race nerves!

Nothing to worry about….its not like before.

“We better get up soon baby….i can hear my phone pinging with messages” Lando joked making you giggle, you sat up and lando pulled you back down on top of him, giving you a kiss on the forehead making you squeal “lan!”

“What? Can I not give my girlfriend a kiss?” He laughed and you rolled your eyes playfully

“You don’t have to yank my arm down to give me one” you sassed back making him laugh.

As you and lando walked in, you felt your heart fall down into your stomach and your breathing go and that pressure on your chest tighten and hit you ten times harder as you saw the huge crowd and the sound of everyone talking echoed through your head.

Lando could feel you holding onto his hand tighter than usual but he assumed it was probably because you didn’t want to lose him in the crowds, you both managed to get through the crowd and lando was about to head over to max but you stopped him “Lan I’m gonna go to my drivers room Kay?” You said loudly so he could hear you and he nodded before you left walking away.

“Where’s y/n going?” Max asked “oh- her room she’s fine don’t worry” Lando answered but it was more directed to himself, he could tell you was hiding how you felt from him.

You shut your door and locked it before sitting down on the chair and you could feel your breath going, like you couldn’t get any more in just enough that you could live with. It felt like you was suffocating.

And you could feel the pressure on your chest like your heart was going to explode.

You held a hand on your chest and tried to slower your breath in but it didn’t work.

“Fuck…shit please don’t not now.” You muttered to yourself as you felt tears brimming your eyes.

You managed to pull yourself together and wiped your eyes. You put one of landos caps on that you stole and held it down as you left your room.

You sat in the garage on a spare chair in the corner flicking through your phone and you shouldn’t have done it but you clicked onto landos instagram comments on his latest post.

UserA: She literally sucks! She can’t even race! And she obviously doesn’t treat Lando right! Their relationship is probably a social media stunt or a bet or something.

UserB: totally agree with the racing part - I know she got P1 and P2 for her last two races but she got lucky! If you watch her she doesn’t actually know what she’s doing! She’s awful.

That was only two comments at the top and you continued to read the other ones which were way worse…You frowned switching off your phone and tucking it in your hoodie pocket until, you overheard two guys walk past you and say your name.

“Nah she won’t be in the top three, she’s not that good” “yeah bro I agree”

It hurt reading people’s comments and it hurt even worse hearing them in person. You pursed your lips as you tried to hold in your tears.

You quickly walked back to your drivers room and locked the door.

You could feel the pressure in your chest tighten and ball up and it hurt so bad. It was like someone knocked the breath out of you and you could feel your brain going into fight or flight mode and you choose flight. You definitely choose flight-

You sobbed against the wall holding your legs to your chest tightly.

“why isn’t she answering my calls?” Lando huffed worriedly to max and he patted him on the arm reassuringly “I’m sure she’s fine Lando..she said she was going to her drivers room no?” Max reminded him and he instantly turned his heel to find you. Max rolled his eyes before heading to go talk to someone else.

“Y/n? Baby? Are you in there?” Lando said loudly so you could hear him “baby open the door it’s me” lando said but froze when he heard that familiar cry��

“Y/n, baby? Open the door” lando said as he kept jiggling the door handle until it unlocked and he saw your tear stained face.

“Baby what happened? Are you okay?” He asked you but you just threw yourself into his arms and sobbed “I- I can’t it hurts s-so bad-“ you cried into his neck and he frowned when he felt your hot tears on his skin.

“Baby…sh whats wrong? What hurts?” Lando hushed softly as he rubbed your back and gently swayed you both as he sat you down on his lap, on the sofa.

“I- I can’t! I can’t go out there- I- I can’t-“ you panicked through broken sobs and he had no idea where this came from.

He could tell you was nervous but he didn’t think you was going to have a full blown anxiety attack. He knew you usually had anxiety attacks over the crowds and people so he always made sure to keep check of you but he thought you was okay today…but he was wrong

Fuck.

“Baby! Hey hey! It’s okay. Just calm down breathe.” He said and held you face to make you look at him. his heart broke when he saw tears coming down your wet puffy cheeks and your now wet eyelashes.

You panicked and could feel your heart beating faster and faster “Lan- I can’t do it! I can’t! I’m gonna mess up! Im gonna embarrass myself! The-there are so many people! I can’t do it-“ you shook your head with broken whimpers and Lando could feel the anxiety coming from you.

“It’s okay” Lando whispered softly repeatedly as he swayed you in his lap. He knew this would help you calm down and it did.

“Baby. Listen to me. You listening?” He asked you and you nodded.

“Breathe with me okay?” Lando said and you nodded softly, he held your hand gently and held it on his chest and breathed with you and eventually it worked and your breathing evened out with his.

“Better?” He asked you and you nodded with a hum “good. Can I tell you something?” He said and you paused for a moment before humming a yes into his chest

“You are one of the best drivers I know. Except for me of course-“ lando said making you giggle. He smiled feeling like he just achieved a life goal, “I’m just kidding but on a serious note. You are going to be amazing. Don’t panic okay. Anxiety is a dickhead.” He said making you giggle again.

“You can do this. You’re an excellent driver and so many people know that, and I know there are dick heads online who say shit but it’s not true.” Lando said and you smiled sadly at him.

“But I know that you’re going to do amazing out there no matter what position you get as long as you try then I don’t care. - a wise person told me that once.” Lando said making you laugh as you thought back to the memory.

- flashback:

Lando had finished P6 and he felt like he failed not only himself but everyone else too. But like he just said.

You had told him those exact words.

You wiped two tears off his cheek and said “lan, I mean this when I say to you. I don’t care no matter what position you get as long as you tried. Then I’m proud of you.” You said softly and he smiled at you and gave you a kiss which you obviously returned.

-back to present:

“Thank you baby, I love you so much.” You said hugging him tightly and nuzzling your face into his neck.

“1. Don’t thank me it’s what I’m here for, and 2. I love you too….even more” he smiled giving you a kiss on the temple.

“Are you ready to go? Or do you want to stay here for a bit longer?” Lando asked you and you shook your head “I’m ready. Let’s go” you said resting your head on his chest.

He nodded as he held your hand rubbing circles on it.

You finished at P1 and lando finished at P2 in qualifying - he said he didn’t let you win but you know he did.

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you-fuckin-judas · 11 months ago

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The beautiful discussion of love through physical touch

[young royals s3 spoilers]

We are back where we started, but this season was full of BEAUTIFUL moments of this conversation through physical touch. Wille & Simon have learned and grown so much together, and it so VERY clear in how we see it.

LETS DISCUSS [and cry again together]

1. I'm just glad you're okay.

Let's start somewhere familiar, but dealt with in a new way. Simon has once a gain experienced violence as a result of online hate, and again Wille wants to be there to protect and comfort him. BEFORE when Simon was in times of stress he would push Wille away, unsure and stifled by the emotions of the moment.

BUT this time. THIS time he welcomes it, the warmth Wille has offered out and breathes it in. This moment is beautiful, in the way that they are communicating verbally and physically. They both sit there together, in the embrace. Together.

2. We have a new member of the choir

THIS moment right here, I won't lie had me running laps in my house. We just left the choir practice where literally everything was golden, the lighting, Simon's shirt, his face when it was announced Wille was joining.

EVERYTHING was golden.

We then have moved to this VERY intimate space, no music in the scene. no other members of the school in the locker area either. JUST the two of them, and their love for each other literally EXPLODING.

I have said it before and I will say it again : Omar is VERY good at depicting Simons love through his hands. Exploring Wille. His hair. His face. His chest. His neck. Literally anywhere he can reach. It's literally like he's soaking him up like a sponge.

Not in a intense, overwhelming way. But more of a : I think you're beautiful and I love every part of you. and I want to show you that.

3. Hey

If we have ever seen these two, it's always fueled with passion and intense love. We hardly are able to see them in situations where they are sensitive and soft with each other.

let's be for real, they hardly ever were given a second of PEACE.

THIS moment is so beautiful, so GENTLE. They see each other at school for the first time, and in front of everyone they share a kiss. THE WARMTH of it makes my HEART WARM. For the first time in front of their peers, in the open, in the light they can share their love.

Neither one shys away from it, and again we see Simon wandering with his hands on Wille, so comfortable in his love.

Also, I want to point out that they both are in bolder colors much different than what we are used to seeing them in.

Usually we see Wille in his signature structured school jacket, as well as in darker hues. Here we see him in this soft, plush pink sweater.

Simon we are used to seeing in purples, looser colder colors. Whereas here he's back in that beautiful golden hue, just shining.

4. Working out

Once again, we are in front of our peers. Bold in our choices physically. We see them working out, Simon joking with Wille.

We of course discuss the trip, but we cut to this quick but beautiful moment of their love to just be with each other.

Their smiles, their closeness, their confidence in their love in that beautiful lighting.

BYE THIS ONE WAS SO WHOLESOME I HAD TO.

5. What was your dream?

First episode of the season, we have already been met with an uncomfortable situation full of tension and anxiety.

They are both able to take a break and Wille takes Simon on a small tour in his home, of course like magnets they once again can't stay away from each other.

We have this intimate moment, where I won't lie I was worried SOMEONE was going to walk in because oh my GOD the timing??, and this discussion physically.

Of course the switching of who is in control, both laughing in joy by just being with each other again. We switch into this extremely passionate tone, but I want to point out something.

We obviously couldn't care less that one; we have our shoes on in this bed. Two; that both of them aren't on it properly. I'm only pointing it out because Simon is literally 2 inches from falling off it, but he couldn't care less because Wille has him in his arms and he trusts him. He's not trying to scoot back on it because he's gonna fall, he doesn't care because he knows Wille won't let him fall.

Once again, Simon showing his love with his hands in Wille's hair, his face. And Wille showing his love by holding Simon and not letting him fall.

ALSO the lighting? STUNNING.

6. What the hell do you think?

LETS TALK ABOUT HOW THIS SCENE HAD ME CRYING LIKE I HAVE NEVER CRIED BEFORE. I was furiously checking the time left on the episode I was so SCARED.

ALRIGHT I saved my favorite for last on this post. Let's go.

THE EXPLOSION of relief from them, from US was absolutely insane. The collision of this hug? I could HEAR it. They were hugging so tightly their ribcages might have locked together.

We also have this BEAUTIFUL lighting, the LUSH green behind them, the fresh air.

I want to applaud the acting from them here because the relief you could see, I don't know about you but I could feel it in my throat. Their hands grabbing at each other, holding as tight as they could, scared to let go? GOD.

Simon's FACE, the tears, the way his hands won't leave Wille and his face. He cannot believe that this is real, that this is really happening. He is just so overwhelmed with emotions and love it absolutely is breathtaking to see it.

I'm sorry but this was the most beautiful scene I have ever seen. Their overwhelming love for each other, their joy at finally being FREE. You can see it; their hands not leaving each other, their SMILES, their eyes locked.

Will I do an in depth discussion on this finale sequence here? Yeah probably because it's EVERYTHING to me.

Young Royals is so personal to me, and this show has meant so much to me. I'm crushed its over, but I think the ending we got was absolutely perfect.

I won't stop the analysis posts because there's just so much I want to talk about, young royals forever 💜

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puckinghischier · 5 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/puckinghischier/761817450643849216/can-someone-please-just-send-me-lil-thoughts-n?source=share

im thinking about soft and playful intimacy with our nico!

showering together (not in a sexual way but in the way where you have bubble baths and shampoo each other's hair)

doing skincare together (he doesn't have his own routine, quite literally having just a type of 23-in-1 face wash thing, but he lets you put your products on him and does face sheets with you (he loves the ones with animals printed as the face design))

shaving together (well, it's just you shaving his beard because "if it really has to go, let me be the one to put it to rest" and "schatz you're being so funny, it'll grow back" and then "stop talking im actually going to cry because of this")

drawing on each other's skin (just silly little doodles on each other's palms or forearms!! he's really thinking of saving one and having it permanently tattooed but he's not sure which one)

putting makeup on each other (because "if you want to practice your eyeshadow look on me, i get to do one on you too" and then "is that your way of saying you want me to sit on your lap for like seven hours?" and then "i dont take seven hours *then he gets pouty*")

resting a hand on each other or giving each other a squeeze when you pass by but you're off to talk to different people (a squeeze on the forearm or at the small of the back is enough to acknowledge each other's presence)

okay i’m really stuck on the tattoo one because when he comes home after a long stretch of road games and you don’t want to be apart from him any more than you just were, so you join him for the aforementioned silly shower, but in the middle you notice the new smudge of ink on the under side of his forearm

when you question him about it he’s all casual about it, just shrugging and being like “i really liked the heart you drew, so i decided to get it tattooed” and then goes back to giving you a soap mohawk without another word as if he didn’t just cause your heart to explode in your chest bc he decided to get something you drew on him while you were both wine drunk and silly with boredom tattooed on his body forever, simply because you drew it on him

#alliyaps #i fear i need him terribly #nico hischier #new jersey devils #hockey #nico hischier fluff #nico hischier x you #nico hischier blurb

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darkpuppysuit · 11 days ago

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~CHAPTER 5~

Pairing: Hybrid!BTSxReader

Words: 8k

Warnings: Smoking, cursing, hybrid rut, anxiety, I hope I haven't missed any.

The next few hours Y/n went on to cook dinner like nothing had happened between her and Jimin in the truck when they had gotten home although, she was still very nervous a certain someone would run their mouth. But whoever is running the heavens and Jungkook being the only person that knew what had actually transpired, the moose managed to keep his mouth shut tight but gave her teasing looks every chance he got. Jimin however didn't seem to care in his state of mind, foggy and hazy as all hell. He followed Y/n around like a love sick puppy, quite literally because he does love her.

Every step she made Jimin was a safe step behind her and when she would stop for however brief he attached himself to her letting out small whines from his throat and rubbing his thumb over her wrist while his chin hooked onto her shoulder. Y/n would giggle every time as the rest of them watched on.

At one point Seokjin had called them two dumb teenagers for how the retriever would distractedly throw himself at her and she would respond with a head pat or a little kiss to his nose. And if she didn't do one of those two things Jimin would pout and whine until he got one or both effectively making dinner later than usual.

Namjoon watched Jimin closely after dinner, not that he hadn't already eyed him the entire time at the dinner table. Trying to figure out what exactly had happened today to make Jimin invade on his territory when his mark is still faintly yet clearly on her throat. It made the wolf inside him roar in fury that another canine, a domestic nonetheless had the balls to impede on what his wolf had already claimed as his. The logical side of his mind however knew that Y/n wasn't his and he didn't have a right to have this boiling fury bubbling in his chest.

Jimin was the first to find him and Seokjin after he had ran away from his previous owner. He was small and frail, it was obvious he hadn't eaten any real food for weeks. Not to mention his timid demeanor when Namjoon had shown him his sharp teeth for the first time when he smiled at Jimin for finally eating more than a cracker or two from the fancy Italian restaurant trash bins in the city. Jimin tried his best to smile back at the wolf but his eyes kept darting to the jaguar hybrid knowing he was the less intimidating hybrid with his squishy bread cheeks and soft smile.

But right now the anger he felt as he kept his stern gaze on the back of Jimins head was slowly making him lose his own mind. If he didn't make an excuse now he was sure to explode at the next person who so much as breathed in his general direction.

While there was a boring pause in the movie they all agreed to watch Y/n looked over her shoulder to Namjoon and the permanent scowl on his face. His eyes were on fire and squinted right at her and Jimin who were curled on the couch together with Hoseok at his feet slowly falling asleep. He looked lost in thought Y/n assumed, if only she knew what was going on behind those dragon eyes of his.

Seokjin however knew what was wrong with him, perhaps he would always know. Call it instincts or what have you but he just always knew when the wolf needed to leave before he did something he would regret. "Hey Namjoon?" He asked softly as the movie began to get interesting again and had vaguely caught everyone's attention.

Namjoon answers with a low grunt before finally tearing his gaze from burning holes in the back of Jimins head to look the jaguar in the eyes. He stares right back at him with a stern yet parent like look in his eyes as if to ask him if he needs a breather.

Namjoon knows what Seokjin wants and he ends up excusing himself and using Seokjin as an escape goat claiming something stupid like, he won't get to his room in the dark without falling over or tripping over the rug nailed to the stairs. Even though all seven of them could see in the dark just fine, the wolf just needed an out before he ripped Jimin a new asshole.

"What's going on with you? It like the whole scenting thing all over again only this time- you're highly pissed off and not sickly." Seokjin crossed his arms over his chest and juts out his hip like a scolding parent waiting for Namjoon to speak up. He rubs the back of his neck nervously walking through his bedroom door and turning on the light.

"I know I know I just- my instincts are telling me one thing and my mind is telling me another. Seeing Jimin fawn over Y/n like he has been since they got home- it's making my wolf go stir crazy. It thinks that just because he's marked her skin that she belongs to him and only him." Namjoon flops back onto his bed with a thump and squeak of the old bedframe with his arms straight out and legs stretched over the edge like a starfish.

Seokjin joins him on the bed and asks him to sit up and he does so oddly slow. "I understand that it's difficult because you've never had an owner before and the scenting thing is new to you." The jaguar takes a deep breath before rolling the old desk chair in front of Namjoon and opting to sit in it instead, almost falling over with how old and rickety it is. "Jimin knows we agreed to share her, you Namjoon also know he's in a deep headspace. It easy for domestics to attach themselves easily to a new owner, some even form really close bonds with their owner. Going so far as to form a relationship with them."

Namjoon sits pin straight on his bed knocking over the small pile of books next to his feet. He has a bad habit of going into the dusty bedroom next to his to look at the massive collection of books to find new things to read, hardly ever putting them back once he's finished.

He didn't think of it that way, how easy it was for domestics to form bonds with humans and other hybrids alike. Perhaps being born a wild instead of a domestic was really a curse and not a blessing like his parents had told him all his life.

During his younger years Namjoon would find himself at the end of some woods lining an old park, watching humans and their hybrids on leashes with collars. Only ever making one real friend there.

Part of him was happy he didn't have to wear something around his neck but even so another part of him longed for it. To belong somewhere- to someone but hearing horror stories from strays who had run away made him think bitterly of humans and their ways with hybrids. Hybrids weren't allowed to be outside without a collar and leash like any other animal especially the more exotic breeds.

Namjoon wasn't going to hurt anyone even at a young age where his instincts drove him wild like a true grey wolf. Being out in the woods wild and free- no one to tell him otherwise- a place he had complete free will to do what he wanted.

Again something in the back of his brain gnawed at him, yearning for something more because it was only him and his parents until one day the humans who hunted wild animals and wild hybrid alike took his parents from him just as he had turned nine-teen.

He tried to protect his parents from them- hide them even but they had sacrificed themselves so that their son could live maybe find another wolf hybrid and start his own family. Unlucky for his parents wishes that would never happen.

Namjoon stayed wild until Seokjin a battered and bruised show hybrid came into his life just a year or so later. He felt the need to nurse the jaguar back to health so he did. Given him new clothes and out of his show gear after days of wearing the tattered clothing.

After a year had passed the two had grown close to each other forming a two hybrid pack. Keeping themselves distant from eyes or persons that dared to hurt them.

"I never thought of it that way, I guess I over reacted a little bit- in my head at least." Namjoon chuckles scrunching his nose at the awful thoughts he had mere minutes ago and to think he was ready to rip Jimins throat out.

Seokjin shifts in the chair slightly followed by a worrying crack from the desk chair underneath him. He reaches out to tuck a strand of his silver hair behind the wolfs ear. He saw the worried glance Y/n had given Namjoon in the living room earlier- he can tell just by looking at her facial expressions that she's worried about him and the way he's been acting.

They all cling to her in different ways, a few for a sense of belonging others for companionship maybe. But no matter how they see this odd relationship they've formed in just a few short months they know she'll protect them and they'll protect her all the same, even if she doesn't think she needs it.

The last day before the eight of them were scheduled to leave, Hoseok and Y/n were the last to pack their bags. Scrambling around just to make sure they had everything they'd need- Y/n made sure they had everything. Yet Hoseok insisted he had his stuff handled like a grown fox should but he didn't and he was surely freaking out at least internally Y/n thought.

Y/n knocks on the fox hybrids door before walking inside after hearing a muffled 'come in' from the other side of the door. "Hey Hoseok do you have yo-" Her eyes widen before ducking as a random pair of pants come flying at her head and she's quick to recover.

She looks between the pile on his floor to the door then attempting to find Hoseok somewhere in his room only to find him knee deep in even more clothing inside his closet mumbling under his breath.

"I know I put it in here- where the fuck is it?" He mumbles as he continues to practically destroy his bed room looking for what, Y/n had no clue. "What exactly are you looking for foxy?" She asks purely out of curiosity, the nickname she had started to call him just a few weeks ago makes Hoseok pause for a moment before he turns to her- a pleasant pink blush on his face.

"I- uhm looking for my tag. I thought I put it in a safe place where I could find it before we left but- I've been sadly mistaken and-" He turns shy and rubs the back of his neck with a small defeated sigh escaping his heart shaped lips. "I can't find it. I'm sorry Y/n I knew I should have just put it on when you gave it to me so I knew for a fact I wouldn't lose it." Hoseok ears are pressed against his head and his tail has curled around his legs as he rambles and apologizes over and over again as Y/n moves through his disaster of a room trying to help him locate his missing tag.

"It's alright Hoseok we'll find it. I'm sure it's in here somewhere- where did you put it after I gave it to you?" She picks up his running shoes and sets them in his carry on because she knew that he'd want them with him on the plane. Hoseok sprints around his space in the closet his orange tail whipping against his hip in frustration and his ears flicking in annoyance. "I swear I put it on the top shelf of my closet." He says in passing as he rushes pass her to his night stand opening the top drawer to find yet another mess of what he had no clue- just a bunch of junk he assumes at this point.

Hoseok is at his wits end by now trying to find his tag, because if he doesn't find it he can't fly with Y/n and the others and would be stuck here at the farm by himself all alone. He sits at the edge of his bed defeated hanging his head low with his hands resting in his lap.

Y/n finishes picking up all the stray clothes and setting them at the opposite corner of his bed before she comes over to him and sits next to him. Not too close to cause discomfort but close enough to have a shoulder to cry on if he needed it because let's face it the poor fox was nearly frantic when it came to a time crunch like this- even though he had the entire afternoon to look for it.

"I'm so sorry I lost it. I'll do better I promise- is there a way to get a replacement before tomorrow morning?" Hoseok asks his bottom lip stuck out like a pouting child only Y/n knows for a fact he didn't really mean to lose it in the first place. He leans over and rests his head on her shoulder silently sulking to himself.

Hoseok feels like he's let her down and the fact that she seems unaffected by this disaster makes his ears twitch and flick in anticipation- waiting for her reaction. "I'm not mad Hobi- things get lost sometimes and that's okay. We can't get a replacement under such short notice but- it's a good thing I found it." She chuckles and takes the tag out from his pants pocket- the blue jeans he worked in yesterday while helping her drag some hay and feed into the barn.

Y/n holds it out for him to see- his name, hybrid breed, and date of birth stamped into the metal with a rubber band around it shining in the dim lamp light. Hoseoks eyes light up and he quickly snatches it from her hand with a happy chirp holding it close to his chest. "Thank you! Oh thank you Y/n- I don't know what I would do without you I swear."

He wraps his arms around her tightly practically squeezing the life out of her and hides his face in the crook of her neck taking a deep inhale of her lovely scent making the fur of his tail and ears stand on end like something shocked him.

He stayed there for a while glued to her like super glue letting himself get lost in her scent. It was like ambrosia for him- a safe haven even. Y/n's scent was different from all the others he'd come across- nothing like the sweet scents of most foxes or the warmer more earthy tones of his packmates. This aroma of hers was unique- a scent that was all purely Y/n and he loved it more than he let on.

"Seriously who needs this much time to do their hair? Hurry up Jimin! I still need to brush my teeth!" Taehyung shouts from the other side of the bathroom door after banging on it with his fist repeatedly, quiet chuffs of irritation slipping from his mouth.

Jimin scoffs at the closed door before rolling his eyes and shouting back. "You're not the one with a pup lick at the back of your head! Get in here if you're just brushing your teeth!" The door handle jiggled for a moment before Taehyung was able to fumble through the door and start brushing his teeth already at least halfway dressed in the early hours of the morning.

"Did you take my comb cat?" Jungkook barks while staring at Yoongi, barreling into his bedroom. Yoongi looks at him with wide feline eyes before he schools his startled expression. "What would I do with your comb curly? I have my own." He asks a slight snicker slipping from his mouth as he stares at the hybrid standing in front of him with curlier than curly hair.

"My hair curls when I take a shower, now where is it?" Jungkook grimaces as he takes a step inside the book and record littered bedroom. "Take it easy moose, I took it here!" Jimin shouts as he slides past the potential confrontation and throws the comb in Jungkooks general direction. The hybrid just barely catching it and storming out and back to his room to finish getting ready.

Hoseok walks out of his bedroom still half asleep but nonetheless dressed- almost as groggy as Seokjin as the jaguar slips past him towards the stairs to get some coffee from Y/n downstairs.

She had been trying to wake each of them up since four in the morning so they would have enough time to relax before the flight left the ground but at the rate their going? They'll barely get to the gate on time to board the flight.

Y/n gently hands him a tumbler of iced espresso coffee before turning to finish making her own. A silent understanding that nobody needs to hear the other talk this early in the morning just yet- although hearing her soft 'morning' and her fingers sliding against his cool skin wasn't unwelcome.

"Don't use my stuff- I've told you that a million times Hobi! Oh yeah? Just get your own next time we go to the store, it's not that hard!" Namjoon yells as he jogs down the stairs with his suitcase in hand and his bag thrown over his shoulder a look of irritation on his face. Y/n looks down at her digital wrist watch before marching up the stairs the wolf hybrid just sped down and nearly tripped on the last step.

"Guys we have literally ten minutes before we have to hustle out the door! I hope-" Y/n is abruptly cut off by a very firm, very naked chest as she comes crashing into Taehyung who still has yet to put a shirt on as he rushes out the bathroom door. "Shit sorry Y/n- didn't see you there- you good?" The tiger hybrid apologizes a few more times before he notices her staring at him, he shakes her by her arms silently hoping she isn't having a panic attack or something.

Y/n shakes her head before looking up at him with a small smile and rosy red cheeks. "I'm fine- no really Tae, honest. Just put a shirt on you weirdo and hurry up!" She laughs nervously as she speed walks past him in hopes he didn't see just how much his shirtless form made her skin flush and her mind wander to places it shouldn't. Taehyung stands still for a moment almost as dumb founded as that day in the kitchen when he had flustered her to the point she had to step outside.

Taehyung slips into his room to finish getting dressed as Jungkook steps out of his own room dressed in all black with an old leather jacket tugged over his shoulders. They look at each other for merely a second before the moose rolls his eyes and takes his stuff downstairs to eventually take to the truck.

Once everything was put into the back of the truck and the seven hybrids into the cab Y/n did a once over of all their belongings and made sure each of the hybrids had their collars on. Each chain colored to their liking- was it so she could keep tabs on them in the airport and Montana a few states over? Yes, would she ever tell any of them that? Hell no, treating them like children was the last things she wanted them to assume when she got them their collars in the first place.

Down at the airport everything was just barely waking up as the sun broke out over the horizon just east of the large building. The brisk chill in the air gave Y/n a slight bite to her goosebump covered skin as she hopped out of the truck and helped the hybrids grab their bags and suitcases. With a few grumbles and low growls from Yoongi who still had yet to fully wake up since he was one of the last to get out of bed they all managed to get to the gate a few minutes early.

A fucking miracle.

The eight of them stood in line waiting to board the plane, Y/n swallowed hard when a few piercing looks were sent her way- mainly from older people. Namjoon and Jungkook hardly give them a second glance as they flank either side of Y/n to keep the lingering stares off of her.

It was common for someone to have more than one hybrid yes, this was true but what was not normal to hear about or much less see was one person with seven hybrids at their back.

Y/n couldn't help but let out a low shudder as one older man gives her the most disgusted look she was sure he could muster. She lets out a small sigh just as they got closer to the door then she hears a slight grumble followed by a cut short hiss.

As she spins around to look for the feline who made that noise- she spies Yoongi crouching down to a little girl with a gummy smile on his lips- his black collar dangling around his neck. She scratches the spot behind his ears on top of his head and he pushes them against her palm like a common house cat when she stops for even a second making the little one- adorned in all pink- giggle and continue her scratches behind his ears. Y/n smiled wide as she watched the two of them, taking note of the sweet spot just behind his right ear that made the hybrid languidly flick his tail behind his back and purr brokenly in contentment.

When the plane touched down in Montana the eight of them walked through the airport almost lost until a loud squealing blonde in a short pink velvet dress waves her hand wildly with a smile at them, specifically Y/n. The blonde toddles forward and gives Y/n who stands at least four inches shorter than her a big hug and squeals right in her ear. "Ah! I can't believe Uncle James kept you a secret for so long! You're Y/n right? Be awkward if I was huggin' a stranger!" She shouts with her blinding smile pulling Y/n at arms length to see her startled expression and wide eyes.

"Okay take it easy Dixie- they only just arrived. Give Y/n some breathin' room." The low gravel like voice tuts behind her and she backs up a few steps, her smile never faltering. "Sorry Uncle Samuel I'm just happy to have another cousin that's a girl!" She giggles standing next to the tall and lean gentleman that easily towers over both of them.

His salt and pepper full head of hair and lightly greying beard moving with his every move before he sets his cowboy hat back on his head, Y/n tugging her own further down on her head to adjust it. "Sorry about her darlin' she gets easily excited sometimes." Samuel bows his head slightly at Y/n with a tight lipped smile as he takes note of the hybrids standing tall behind her- all seven of them.

Namjoon and Jin stand the closest to her their hands barely brushing her soft skin trying to shield her from these two strangers. "Now where're my manners?" Samuel clears his throat and stands straight- like he needed to be any taller.

"I'm Samuel the baby brother of your fathers and your late Uncle James- this here's Dixie Dutton she recently got engaged to my oldest son Colton a few months back." He gestures between the pair of them with deft hands his thick mustache covering most of his lips as he talks. "And just who have you brought with you- I know Anthony told us they were hybrids that much I can see at least." He says cryptically as he looks at each of them with laser focus as if he was sizing them up individually.

After she overcomes her initial shock Y/n shakes her head making her low ponytail shake. "Oh uh- this is Namjoon and this is uh- Jin and Taehyung..." She continues listing all of them off one by one and pointing in their direction. Namjoon and Yoongi's little hairs at the back of their neck stand on end as they take in the new male in front of them.

Taehyung looks at him through lidded eyes and emotionless expression on his handsome face while all the others keep their guard up, sensing something isn't quite right here. Just like at the house before they left with her mothers old friend, something even about him- although he didn't seem to pose a threat- made then not trust him right away.

The conversation continues as the small group of them walk towards the exit of the airport the seven hybrids staying to themselves and alert the entire time until they finally get out of the overwhelming scent choked airport and into the fresh air outside. They all take a deep breath of air, the less suffocating almost scentless wind blowing past them in a gust of wind.

Down in the open car garage the group is met with a large truck, like Y/n's back home only newer- a lot newer and a sleek dark sparkling pink BMW with purple dice hanging from the rearview mirror. "Oh Y/n you should ride with me! We'll get to the ranch faster that way!" Dixie shouts loudly grabbing Y/n by her arm and dragging her off to the sports car.

Y/n reaches for Namjoon only for their hands to slide over each other as she pulled away from her boys and Samuel. Yoongi rolls his eyes in annoyance of her shrill shriek of excitement- a grating sound to his hybrid ears and everyone else's. At least when Y/n's friend Emily did it she had the decency to turn it down.

"We can talk about anything too! We can talk about clothes or- shoes or oh! Especially boys! I'd love to talk boys with you sometime." Okay Dixie has to be much younger than Y/n or Jungkook or maybe she just liked being the younger dumb fiancé to what Y/n assumes is a big cowboy named Colton. "I- I don't know if I wanna talk uh- shoes?" She questions but her half hearted nervous reply only makes Dixie laugh and Samuel chuckle.

"Oh yeah, you boys just lost her. For now at least- or until Dixie goes home." Samuel chuckles again and opens the truck doors as Dixie talks to Y/n animatedly about her car and a few other things the guys can't quite decipher even with their hybrid hearing.

Taehyung wishes he could turn his ears off just so he could possibly think straight without Dixie's overexcitement piercing his white tiger ears so harshly. Like an icepick being stabbed into a block of ice repeatedly.

"What do you mean by that?" Yoongi and Jimin ask at the same time their bodies jerking towards the two women to be closer to Y/n absently, their tails flicking back and forth languidly but pointed.

Namjoon is ramrod stiff, keeping his calculated gaze fixed on Y/n, watching the way she starts to loosen up around her newly acclaimed cousin and begins to jabber and laugh with her.

Samuel shakes his head and starts the truck quickly then turns to the seven of them as they all watch the girls chatter like crickets singing into the night. "Dixie doesn't have a lot of girl friends on account her mother never let her out long enough to make any. She's just happy to have a cousin who ain't got a chance to judge her quite yet so, she just wants to make a good impression on her." He taps the truck a few times causing the two women to look up in sync.

"S'bout time we head out Dix- I'll meet you at the ranch! Come on boys- pile in." He ushers the seven of them inside the battered ranch truck, surprisingly there's more than enough room for all of them even Jungkook and his heavy antler halo.

Samuel looks back in his review mirror with a smile as he watches Dixie and Y/n still chattering away to each other as she pulls up behind him and he gently pulls onto the slightly busy main road towards the ranch.

Y/n thought her ranch was big but compared to the humongous estate her and Dixie had pulled onto she would have to seriously rethink about how blessed she is to only have eighty acres and not over four-hundred acres.

The place was huge not to mention the dark wood cabin just at the end of the long dirt driveway that was just plain beautiful in her opinion. It was maybe thousands of square feet bigger than her grandparents house back home.

The weathered green tin sat on the cabin with a wrap around porch adorned with every flower and vine plant from the porch floor to the mantles that held more hanging plants. Small statues of horses and bulls littered the flower bush beds and a few old wagon wheels too.

At the highest part of the house held a large star, rusted and weathered from the long years of being in the same spot for so long. In the middle of the stairs leading up to the front sat a large red door with a golden handle and a small window at the top. The house also had two towers like hers back home, Y/n wondered what compelled her grandfather to build his house in such a similar fashion way back then.

"To say this place is huge is an understatement." Y/n gawked her jaw slack as she stood from the car and shut the door. "Yeah I guess it's pretty big compared to most estates our Uncle James owned." Dixie stands close to Y/n looking up at the large mansion sized house with her, the large sunglasses taking up most of her face. Y/n chuckled lightly with a snort when the red ranch truck pulled up behind them and the guys nearly tumble out of the lifted truck and onto the ground.

They shuffle forward yet Hoseok was hanging back nearly dry heaving as he tried to steady himself on his own two feet. Seokjin wasn't fairing much better either, it looks like two of the hybrids got motion sick easily, the mental note tucked into her mental library should she ever need the knowledge.

Samuel pats Hoseok and Seokjin rather hard on the back with a smile as they look at him with a pained expression clutching at their shirts. Samuel walks past them and towards Y/n and Dixie with a chuckle. "Yup, this right here was James' favorite place to be. Close to family and close to his ranch. Nothing much to say about the old man though he loved a lot of people and a lot of people loved him." Samuel motioned for them to follow him around back to their high class break pen, well not high class per say but it was made of metal and not wooden fencing like the one back home.

A few of the ranch hands were watching as a younger man was breaking in a new mare they had gotten from the auction yard just this morning. The mare was bucking wildly and neighing loudly doing whatever she could to get the cowboy off of her back without throwing it out.

Y/n saw her and instantly bolted for the fence, saddling next to a handsome man all clad in black with dark aviators over his eyes and a black cowboy hat. He had a dark beard and spoke smooth as butter when he saw Y/n staring intently at the show in front of them.

"Well howdy there- don't think I've ever seen you here before little lady." He drawls out tipping his hat at her with a shit eating grin. Dixie comes into his view and he holds her by the waist and she giggles as the rest of them walk up to the fence as well. "Baby this is our long lost cousin Y/n and her little group of hybrids." Y/n's hair at the back of her neck bristled at the pitched voice coming from her left and she's snapped back to reality.

"Oh I-I'm sorry. Yeah I'm Y/n, I guess we share an uncle?" She says nearly questioning everything herself. She only ever saw ranches like this in shows, needless to say she felt as though she was floating in a dream.

Colton chuckled as he glanced at the rest of them some standing stiff, some shuffling closer to Y/n and the one with a black darkly spotted tail still spinning from the drive out here.

The young ranch hand that was just trying to break in the mare looks a little worse for wear when he pulls the horse behind him.

This close to the huffing horse Y/n got a better look at her, she was a golden brown with hair as dark as the night, her big round eyes a chocolate honey brown. Y/n smiled at her a gentle feel to her eyes and the horse nodded it's head at her and took a few steps forward. She pressed her snout against Y/n's cheek a few times before resting her heavy head on top of Y/n's making her giggle happily and the horse huff and quietly neigh.

"I think she likes you." Jimin chirps with a shy smile and walks over to them to stand in front of the horse too giving her a pat or two to her neck. Colton looks on in amazement they had been trying to break that mare in for hours, taking turns when one of them got tired. And here came this new person and all she had to do was smile at the damn thing.

"Well color me fascinated, how in the hell did you manage that? You some sort of telepath?" Samuel chuckles at his son's slack jaw and wide eyes, Dixie shuffling a little at the lack of her fiancé's attention.

Yoongi smiles at Y/n, proud of her and how in tune she is with animals. In fact all of them were smiling at her. Jimin knew there was a reason he told his mismatched pack mates to race to the barn that night, perhaps whoever was running the upstairs knew they suffered for far too long. And they knew just who to send the seven of them towards, Y/n.

Night had fallen soon after the eight of them all curled into one of the large bedrooms big enough to fit three of their bedrooms at home. It was decorated with more plants only these were fake. Vines danced around the room and into the banisters above along with a string or two of fairy lights.

Two large Alaskan king sized beds pushed together as one at the center of the room, it's sheets a deep emerald color topped with a big heavy black duvet. It was all very modern yet rustic. Floor to ceiling windows looking over the ranch a floor down below them, in the distance the hybrids could see the dark mountain outline covered by trees. It took their breath away, everything was so spacious they didn't have to worry about stepping on someone's tail- or feet.

Y/n left her suitcase open on the bed so she could put away her shower stuff into the large bathroom with her back turned to the door. When she stood back up and turned around there was a quick click of the bathroom door and her face smacked right into a hard chest.

She has got to start paying attention to where she's going, seriously.

Namjoon breathed heavily as her scent filled his nose, it was more concentrated this time although the bathroom was big and there was plenty of breathing room. Her scent of cedar and leather with a hint of coconut and undertone of lavender was intoxicating to the wolf hybrid since the day he marked her throat with his teeth. His cock twitches in his sweatpants and his chest rumbled as he tried to keep his composure in front of her but it was getting painful for him to hold back.

"I need to know. Please it's driving me insane Y/n." Namjoon pleads looking into her eyes as her head jerks up and her startled gaze meets his stern expression. She's at a lose for words as her cheeks light themselves on fire under his dragon eyes. "Wh-What do you m-mean?" She stutters as he closes the distance between the pair of them. Pressing his chest into hers. Y/n stumbles backwards and into the wall behind her with a small squeak of surprise.

Namjoon looks down at the floor as he cages her in with his strong arms on either side of her head making Y/n jump as her cheeks got even warmer, her heart starts racing and her walls clench around nothing as he stares at her with predatory eyes. "Don't play stupid with me baby, I see how you've been with Jimin days before we left home. I need to know if there's still room for me in that heart of yours." He growls, a thing sheen of sweat coating his forehead.

He nuzzles his nose against her pulse point and loves it when he feels it quicken even more than before. He licks against it playfully, he doesn't need to scent her again just yet but damn did he feel the need to claim her in a different way, his knot was already half popped and his judgment wasn't the best with his alpha drop clouding his judgement.

Namjoons tail began to swish behind him impatiently waiting for her to answer. "I marked you first, wh-what does that dog have that I don't? Is it because he's domestic and I'm wild is that it?" Namjoon asks breathlessly through gritted teeth as his eyes flash a pale, golden blue color at her. His chest rumbles against her as he presses his hips into hers making his clouded intentions clear to her.

"Feel what you do to me baby? Fuck, what I wouldn't give to be buried in that tight, warm cunt of yours right now." He growls again then latches his lips to the side of her neck and sucks hard at her sensitive skin making her gasp and press against his chest at the pleasure-pain he was giving her body. Namjoon purrs at her little reactions reveling in every sound she made, he licks the bruise he left on the left side of her neck and whispered in her ear.

"I could take you right now and nobody would be non the wiser. Your family left, all the others are downstairs occupying themselves until they're ready to go to bed." The wolf cups her slick cunt through the fabric of her leggings and rubs it a few times before letting out a low moan. "Fuck, you're so wet- haven't even touched you and you're soaked." He growls possessively nipping her the sweet spot just at her collarbone leaving a small blooming bruise behind.

He begins grinding himself harder against her throbbing cunt lifting one of her legs and hooking it over his hip. The new angle making Y/n moan softly in his ear and her eyes become lidded at the friction he's giving her.

His cock throbs against her, he was big and thick from what she could feel through his pants. Namjoon is sweating bullets his breathing is ragged and broken as he loses himself against her. The sweet gooey scent pouring off of Y/n in waves only fueling the insatiable hunger he felt deep at the base of his spine, his half popped knot getting red and angry the longer it was left untouched.

Y/n was trying her best to think straight but it was difficult when you had a male hybrid rutting into your hips. Wait of course- rut- maybe Namjoon is in his pre-rut at the moment? If that was the case then Y/n needed a plan on how to deal with a rutting wolf hybrid when she wasn't even home.

She taps him on the shoulders a few times before he barely lets her go with a grunt of frustration. "Namjoon, you're in pre-rut. I- I don't even know how to help you during a rut." She manages to push him off of her for a few moments finally catching her breath when Namjoon's gaze softens and he somewhat comes back to reality.

His cheeks were crimson red with how much exertion he just went through, he noticed while they were going through the airports how much everything had gotten under his skin. Every little thing irritated him. The way that big dumb ranch hand stared at her while they tended to the horses, what was his name? Colton or maybe lint licker? Doesn't matter the guy got way to close to her for his liking and made Namjoon see red.

He could hardly hold back every time she had passed him to put something away or every time she flicked her hair to get it out of her face. Not to mention the leggings she decided to put on, downright sinful the way her curves and the swell of her ass filled them out, the faint hint of blue lace panties showing every time she bent over. The sight was like a invite for the hybrid and his cock twitched and stood at attention when he saw her.

Shit, he's royally fucked big time isn't he?

He looks away from her completely embarrassed by his actions before his alpha takes over making Y/n jump as he quickly advanced on her again. Only this time he missed and she managed to slip out the door and ran for the bedroom door with a squeal.

The thrilling excitement of a chase made Namjoons blood boil with a primal need to hunt his prey. He let out a low snarl as he stalked through the room towards Y/n who had just barely made it to the downstairs living area, looking behind her every few seconds for the rutting wolf hybrid.

The rest of them see her scared state and Yoongi steps in front of her to stop her as she mumbles a few words he couldn't catch. "Hey whoa take it easy kitten. What's got you so spooked? Don't tell me you think this place is haunted too?" The panther chuckles as Jungkook can be heard from the living room stating that he called it as he played a video game on the seventy-five inch tv mounted on the wall with Seokjin, the youngest clearly winning. Yoongi smooths his hands down her shoulders to her elbows letting her catch her breath and watches her closely as she begins to speak through heavy breaths and points behind her.

Before she could even tell them about Namjoon the very wolf hybrid makes his way stomping down the stairs his pale golden eyes on full display as he walks with a purpose towards Y/n who Yoongi shields behind his body. He's not as big as Namjoon but he knows how he is during his rut and how he'll feel afterwards if he hurts Y/n, he'll never forgive himself.

"Easy Namjoon, you've been thrown into an early rut. Don't do anything you'll regret later." Yoongi warns gently, snarling at him his tail swaying pointedly and his ears pinned against his skull. The little hairs at the back of his neck stand on end and he hissed when Namjoon growled at him. "Take your hands off her, she's mine." He barks showing his sharp canines to the feline hybrid who only snarls and hisses right back at him, making everyone else in the room drop what they were doing and walk closer to the trio at the edge of the living room and kitchen.

"Namjoon seriously- you need to focus. Don't you see how much you're scaring our poor girl?" Y/n stands behind Yoongi her hands resting on top of his shoulders as she hides from him. Namjoon sees her frightened expression and he calms down once again but this time he's able to somewhat control himself. "I'm so sorry I- I di- I didn't mean to scare you like- I don't- fuck, I need some air."

The wolf quickly makes his way out onto the back deck over looking the wide open spaces of the ranch and clutches his shirt against his chest. He's trying to calm himself down the best he can- fighting off his primal urges to mate and breed. He has never been thrown into an early rut before and he can't imagine why his body is reacting this way and for a human. A single connection he swore off a long time ago. His ruts were never this consuming before unless-

Back inside the house the other six hybrids look directly at Y/n and sniff the air around her before they all back off. Jungkook covers his nose quickly and turns away and Taehyung completely bolts upstairs and slams the bedroom door shut with Hoseok and Jimin following close behind him with a second door slam. Yoongi and Seokjin have walked a few feet away from her to keep themselves from pouncing on her.

Y/n stood there bewildered by everyone's reaction to her and the scent that rolled off her body. She hesitantly lifted her arm and sniffed, she didn't smell bad at least to her own nose. She shrugged her shoulders and looked to the feline pair that were still inching away from her.

"Seriously, do I smell that bad?" She waves her arms in the air and they quickly slump down to her sides and she goes to check on Namjoon but Jungkook stops her by grabbing her elbow and uncovering his mouth.

"I don't think that's such- a good idea right now." He mumbles his eyes blowing wide as he shuffles closer to her and his antlers bump against her shoulder as his head slumps against her and he starts babbling. She was confused like she normally is but she knows they can smell things that she can't- just what is it that made three of them run, two of them to shuffle away and one to become droopy and giggly laying against her shoulder.

"You're uh-"Seokjin begins to mumble and hot sort of pleasure coursing through his veins at her thick and gooey scent- almost like a bakery now. "You're ovulating...." Yoongi grumbles and quickly covers his nose and mouth with his shirt.

That's why they're avoiding her- that's why Namjoon was thrown into an early rut cycle so suddenly. Their animal instincts are telling them she's fertile and ready to be bred full of pups or cubs. Out of all the times her period could start it just had to be right now in the middle of all this chaos? Really mother nature?

Y/n didn't know what to do or where to even start. On one hand all the hybrids were doing their best not to jump her bones, although Jungkook was a little dumb and droopy at the moment.

On the other hand all she wanted to do was help them where she could. Fuck decisions like these were hard to make especially for Y/n when sex was involved.

After another moment of deep contemplation she decided on what she was going to do, there was a smaller house just a few yards from the main house. It was cottage-core style and very spacious with big bushes along the front and a few scattered wild flowers along the walkway with fairy lights above lighting the way.

Maybe they could use that as a rut house while they stayed here, it had all the things a hybrid would need for one thank the gods. Namjoon could get the help he needed without stinking up the house with his alpha wolf pheromones and the rest of them could navigate the bigger house with Y/n and her alluring scents. All they'd have to do is air the house out every once in a while and they should be fine- totally fine.

TAGLIST: @valpinkk @moonxxlover @meowforluv A/N: ..... Heh, yeah so remember in the last chapter I said things where gonna start getting serious? I might have over done it just a little bit... But that's okay- it's fine.

Jimin really needs to get his shit together by the next chapter just saying... Love is a fickle thing isn't it?

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Americano PT. 8 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: this one is a bit on the shorter side, but I promise next chapter will be juicy! 😉

W/C: 3.086

part seven

"Wait- why am I actually kind of bitter about this?"

I mumble, looking up at Luis. He turns around, moving his camera away to look at me.

"Bitter about what?" He asks, fidgeting with the settings of the device.

"They literally crap out money- but get a free BMW?" I question, folding my arms.

"Oh, please. Will you stop being such a negative person?"

He gives me a nasty look, his hand coming to grab my arm.

"Or go sit in the car..?" He adds, pointing behind me.

"No, it's too hot to sit in the car.." I complain, adjusting my sleeve.

"Why did you even follow me here in the first place?" He asks, raising his brows.

"I was done with my to-do list and didn't want to stay cooped up in the office.."

Not to mention to avoid the insanely annoying looks I had been receiving ever since those stupid rumors and photos had been out.

"Okay, just stay back and watch then.."

I watch him make cinematic shots of each individual model and car. My patience begins to thin when he's still busy with it twenty minutes later.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to keep myself busy. I carefully scroll through my Instagram explore page, ignoring the thousands of follower requests to my account.

The internet was very quick, so within hours of my face being online, people had found both my full name and social media accounts.

"y/n!"

I freeze, holding my phone against my chest, and turn in the direction the noise came from.

I make immediate eye contact with Valeria, her obnoxiously fake smile burning my eyes instantly.

"Yeah? Anything wrong with the shoot?" I ask, shoving my phone into my pocket.

"No, the players have just arrived- and it's a better look if you're off your phone and look interested."

I fight the urge to snort at her ridiculous comment, and just nod before I lose it.

"Sure, any reason you're here today? It's only for some short clips..”

I watch her take a step forward, a hand reaching up to her hip. She moves her neck in a weird way, staring at me for a moment.

"It's always good to see how my juniors work, and how close they are to the players is really something I like keeping an eye on.."

Oh- surprise, she was here for something stupid!

I was already over her snarky remarks, especially those insinuating a romantic relationship between Jude and me.

The thought only makes me want to gag.

I shiver at the cursed idea, noticing a few players already walking over to check out the new car they chose, and look back at Valeria.

"Well, I'm sure some of the guys really need your presence and knowledge. Please, go and join them.."

I instigate, hoping and wishing she goes to bother Toni instead.

For some reason, he could handle her bullshit really well.

"Oh, don't mind if I do.." She chuckles, immediately turning her back to me and walking away.

I sigh in relief, rubbing my nape to try to release some tension from my body.

I begin walking up to the cars myself, reading off every license plate to see which player got what model.

I stop at the car chosen by Aurélien, observing the details of the 'i4 eDrive35'.

« Très belle, non? » I hear him say. I nod, pursing my lips.

« Le couleur- noir est parfait.. » I compliment, stepping back to get a better view.

I open my mouth to say something else- but I'm startled by a loud car horn, it almost makes my eardrums explode. I shut my eyes tightly, not reacting fast enough to cover my ears properly.

"What the fuck.." I mumble, looking to my left. An obviously aggravated expression on my face, because who the hell thought that was a good idea?

“Jude! Get out of your mom’s car, please!” I exclaim, seeing him stand at the driver’s door.

The man couldn’t even drive, but got to choose a car for himself?

Not even that- he also chose the most expensive model worth more than a hundred thousand euros?

Life is so unfair.

“You’re standing in the way!” He exclaims, walking around to sit in the passenger seat. Another staff member comes over to drive him around the parking lot.

I give him a nasty look, stepping aside and looking back at Aurélien.

“Why don’t you join him?” He suggests, an obvious smirk on his face.

“What? Why would I do that?” I ask, raising my brows and folding my arms defensively.

“You know- nice car and fun drive..” He trails off, glancing at the moving car.

“I would feel like I’m in danger without him even being the driver..” I state, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand.

He chuckles, as if to mock the fear for my safety. I shrug it off, looking behind me to see where Luis is.

“Come on- get in the car and I’ll get Luis to do a little video..” I usher, walking away to get Luis.

The entire shoot takes us about an hour before we’re finally done. I quickly bid farewell and thank fellow staff members for their hard work before jumping into my car.

I go to start my car, looking up to see where Luis is. I roll my windows down, letting some fresh air into the car, hoping he’ll be here quickly.

“No- it’s just annoying because I’m trying to do my job properly and I’m getting the craziest stares. Like, does having a conversation with someone mean we’re married with three kids and a chihuahua?!” I exclaim, looking at Amira on FaceTime.

“And you attended his match, and you wore his name on your shirt and spoke to his family and-"

I cut her off with a loud groan, rubbing my eyes in irritation.

“You’re the one who set me up!”

“I thought you already knew it was his shirt! Should I have worn Jude’s while you wore Trent’s?” She defends herself, a smirk forming on her lips.

I shake my head, dropping my pencil on the table.

I had been studying all day and had stopped the instant Amira called me.

“The way I can’t even get mad at anyone about this- ugh..” I complain, shifting in my chair.

“And those follow requests are so annoying..”

I grumble, totally aware of the fact that I had been complaining about literally every single thing and then some.

“Girl, if you set your account on public again and accept those followers..”

“What? I’m going to clout chase being that douche's fake girlfriend?”

“Obviously?”

“I have to take over my dad’s firm one day, and you want me to be known for dating my coworker?”

“Too late-"

I stop paying attention to what she’s saying when the front door opens, my gaze moving to see my dad walking in.

“I’m going to call you back later.” I mutter to Amira, waving at her until she hangs up.

I close my laptop, standing up to walk over to the door.

“Hey, dad- you’re late.” I say, grabbing his laptop bag off of him.

“I had a lot of work to review. Did you have dinner?” He asks, hanging his coat up on the coat rack.

“I had some of the food auntie Carmen made. You?”

“We all had dinner in the office. Everyone has been going home late these days.” He says, washing his hands in the kitchen sink before loosening his tie.

“With what?” I ask, setting his laptop bag on the table, prying into his business.

“Can’t say, but- don’t you think you need to tell me something?” He suddenly asks, turning to me.

I freeze, looking at him with wide eyes.

What the hell would I be hiding from him?

“Uh- no? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” I state, scratching my nape in confusion.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, coming to hold onto my shoulders.

“I’m sure. What am I supposed to hide from you?” I ask, getting rather defensive, a frown forming in between my brows as I keep staring at him.

He notices my irritation, letting go of my shoulders and holding his hands up in surrender.

“Okay- I understand. Don’t get all angry at me..” He says, smiling.

“I’m not angry- just confused..”

“Forget I asked- How was work? How about you tell me about that instead?”

I purse my lips, looking down at my laptop.

“Alright, the players got new cars, so we had to do a shoot for BMW..” I mutter, fiddling with my notebook.

“You look so down, y/n. What? Are you jealous? I got you your new Audi less than two years ago..”

“What do you mean, dad? I love that car, would not exchange an Audi for a BMW- I have some car knowledge.” I state, my expression changing as I explain to him.

“That’s right! Come to me when you really want to change your car. I’ll call up some people I know.”

I make my way towards the printer, looking for the documents I had sent over to be copied a couple hours ago. Finding them, I quickly read them through to confirm the pages are complete, until I’m stopped by Hugo.

“Are you ready for El Classico week?” He asks, making a copy of something.

Most people, as in football fans, would say an El Classico is a match you shouldn’t miss. The long-standing rivalry between the two clubs was always interesting to watch, and I would definitely agree a hundred percent-

Only, if it didn’t mean we had to ensure our match posts, interviews, and statements were properly prepared and triple-checked and approved days leading up to the match.

Of course, I loved watching the game- but the way it exhausted literally everyone involved was no fun.

What made it harder was the fact that we had a whole Champions League match to worry about first. To sum it all up, no one was getting sleep for the next two weeks.

“Yeah, just really busy with preparations.” I reply, folding the corner of the documents.

“Good luck, we’ve all been having sleepless nights. It will be worth it in the end- you’ve experienced this before. Just keep on doing what you always do.”

I nod in acknowledgment, smiling at him.

“You’re right, we will put our best foot forward.” I give him a thumbs up, chuckling.

“Good- I’ll see you at lunch. Work hard!” He encourages, patting my shoulder before leaving with his printed papers.

I sigh in relief when he leaves, making my way up to my desk. I place the documents on the table, before running down to the pitch. Having to finish some last-minute recording of the match preparations.

I walk over to the pitch, training is already in full motion, and I notice Luis already there. I look around for any other staff members, only seeing the creepy guy I ran into weeks ago standing across the pitch.

The guy was a walking, real-life jumpscare at this point. I’d only run into him at random moments, and the way he’d look at me had my heart leaping into my throat.

“You’re late.” Luis complains, bringing me out of my thoughts, fiddling with a black cable.

“Did those two minutes kill you?” I ask, sighing, and look at the players who were training.

“Of boredom, yes..” He replies, and I notice the small- very slight compliment in his words. A smile forming on my face as I chuckle.

“We would’ve been absolutely fucked if Kepa didn’t save that one..” I mutter, insanely stressed, as I eye the scoreboard in the Lluís Companys Olympic Stadium. A temporary stadium FC Barcelona had been using for this season.

“Don’t say that- you have no trust in this team whatsoever..” Luis complains, looking up at me.

“Who will score?” I ask, we loved guessing who would score and assist goals during every match.

“Jude.” He immediately says, not hesitating one bit.

“No- I’m guessing Vinicius..” I say, eyes darting back to my laptop screen.

“I will be right- just watch..”

“It’s his second El Classico and his first in season one. What is he going-” I immediately stop talking when I notice a chance to score, my hands tangle into my shirt as I see how much space there is to score.

I gasp, and my jaw slacks open when Jude scores an absolute screamer, which I’d obviously never admit to him.

“I told you!” Luis screams, celebrating like it’s his birthday. I scoff, secretly happy we were put out of our 0-1 misery, and search for the draft I’m supposed to publish.

A couple minutes pass, it’s almost full time, and extra time is finally announced. The away side is full of Madridistas, all sitting on the edge of their seats until Luca kicks the ball towards Jude and GOAL!

The away side celebrates happily, with another El Classico win in our pocket. I quickly manage and do what I have to do, before we both get up to go back inside.

I was both delighted and annoyed at the fact that we won. Of course, it’s always amazing to win a match like this, especially when we were doing so well this season. Also because it’s Luca’s 500th match, and an assist is pretty amazing to pull off on a day like this.

The only thing making me have bitter feelings was the fact that I had to interview Jude today. Normally, Man Of The Match interviews with him were already horrific to experience. An elaborate interview with him, after I’d been avoiding him like the plague, wasn’t necessarily something I would want to do.

“Can you go first? I’ve got to pee really badly..” I say to Luis, placing my bag down and running towards the restroom. Finishing my business up quickly and washing my hands thoroughly.

I look around me for a bit, knowing that sometimes players would use these restrooms as well. I had heard about instances where the players of the opposite team had raged against our team’s staff members. Which definitely had me watching my back in moments like these.

I had interacted with some players of FC Barcelona, and they hadn’t been disrespectful so far.

Thus, I’m not too fazed when the door to the restroom opens. I look up as a sweaty and tired Ferran Tores walks in.

We make immediate eye contact, and I nod in greeting, shooting him a quick ‘hello' before pulling some paper towels from the dispenser to dry my hands.

He seems to be seething in anger, so I break eye contact, looking away.

“This is a staff bathroom, are you aware of that?”

He suddenly says, water splashing from the faucet as he begins washing his face.

“Sorry?” I question, wondering what he’s getting at.

“Not for girlfriends.” He mutters, turning the faucet off.

My face twists into one of confusion, the words throwing me for a loop. Seems like he notices, and he opens his mouth again.

“You’re Bellingham’s girl, aren’t you? This is the staff restroom.” He enunciates every single word as if I’m a kindergartner, it makes me freeze for a second.

I struggle to stop myself from reacting thoughtlessly, not knowing if I should be crying or laughing.

My hand reaches for my staff badge hanging from my neck, waving it in front of his face.

“Do I look like a girlfriend?” I ask, dropping my badge and stepping out before he can apologize.

Asshole, losing doesn’t give you the right to be so damn rude.

How could I even get rid of these stupid fucking rumors?

“Okay, smile!” I exclaim, holding Luis’s camera up to take a photo of the squad. With the happiness of winning an El Classico and the celebration of Luca's milestone came a lot of excitement and enthusiasm.

I hold back a chuckle at the sight of Aurélien laying on the floor, instructing some of them to move a bit for a better shot.

We take multiple photos together, staff members taking photos with the squad while I force them to stand in front of the camera.

“y/n, come here, and we’ll take a picture!” Antonio urges, snatching the camera off of me and pushing me to stand in front of the camera.

I feel myself being pushed, until I find myself almost pressing into Jude’s side.

I curse to myself, forcing an awkward smile as I pose next to everyone.

“What? Surely, you don’t think I bite?” Jude whispers, his arm dropping to his side.

“Please, shut up and pose. We still have that interview, so don’t start now..” I mutter between a clenched smile, pretending I’m not fazed.

I hear a soft chuckle, a mocking and breathy ‘sure’ leaving his mouth.

It gives me shivers down my spine, and I fight the urge to step on his shoe, focusing on posing instead.

This will be a long, long interview..

“You should’ve told me you’re leaving.” I mumble, mouth full of cereal and milk.

“Sorry, been so busy, didn’t even come to mind.” My dad says, walking around the house as he gets ready for work.

“Where is that blue tie I just got?” He shouts from his room.

“I ironed it! It’s in the bottom drawer!” I shout, scrolling through my messages.

“Got it!”

I hum, chugging the leftover milk in my bowl before standing up from the dining table.

“When are you going? Will you be gone for long?” I ask, watching him put the tie on in his bedroom.

“This weekend. It’s a crucial case, so I’ll be back when it’s totally over. Don’t get up to mischief. I know how you get when you’re home alone.” He points, giving me a stern look.

“Yeah, sure, I will plan a house party or two..” I joke, but it doesn’t land as he continues staring me down.

“Okay! I will be a responsible adult and call you or auntie Carmen when something happens..”

“Good, I’m leaving to get to work. Will you be back on time for dinner?” He says, grabbing his paperwork and laptop bag.

“Yeah, can we order in tonight?” I give him a pleading look, walking him out.

“You know I can’t deny my daughter happiness in the form of burgers and fries...”

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude x reader #jude bellingham imagine #real madrid fc #jude bellingham fanfic #footballer x reader #football imagines #football fanfic #football #football imagine #bellingham x reader #real madrid

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minswriting · 10 months ago

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BILLY THE KID NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare

Billy is okay at aftercare. I don’t think he would go all out such as baths, getting food, etc. However, after sex he would definitely be more smiley and would hold you close to him. He loves cuddling after sex and talking about anything with you.

B = Body Part

His favorite body part on himself are his hands. He works with his hands and loves to give you pleasure with his fingers. His favorite body part on you would truthfully be your hips. He is such a hip grabber and would love to pull you to him by your hips.

C = Cum

I feel like Billy is the type to cum a lot and messily. It literally explodes out of his cock, especially if he hadn’t had relief in a long time. It paints his chest, sometimes even hits himself in the face with his own cum. He loves cumming on your stomach and on your tits because it’s as though he is marking you as his.

D = Dirty Secret

He wants you to try pegging him at some point The idea of you having that sort of control over him never fails to make him hard.

E = Experience

Billy is such a ladies man!! He has a lot of experience and never fails to make his partners cum.

F = Favorite Position

Loves when you’re riding him. Save a horse, ride a cowboy, you feel me?

G = Goofy

Definitely depends on his mood but I think Billy can be silly during sex sometimes. If you’re in an established relationship, he’s more likely to be silly during sex by making cute faces or just telling a joke here and there. However, any other time, he’s serious and is in the moment.

H = Hair

He’s ungroomed and proud of it. He’s a cowboy. Grooming truthfully isn’t important when you’re an outlaw trying not to get arrested. On you, he doesn’t care either. Regardless, he’s going down on you. Lowkey think he really vibes with a bush though.

I = Intimacy

If you’re in an established relationship, he’s very intimate with sex. Especially if he has such strong feelings for you. Intimacy is a necessity for him, it’s like it’s own love language.

J = Jack Off

Truthfully, Billy doesn’t have a lot of time to jerk off so he doesn’t do it often at all. He much prefers to have you to help him with that sort of relief. He does jerk off every once in a blue moon, especially if he is unable to sleep and needs something to help with the stress and you’re not around.

K = Kink

I think Billy is very open to anything. However, i do think he has a small piss kink (more like he’s just open with his body). Billy also has a choking kink. Whether you are choking him or he’s choking you, it’s just so hot.

L = Location

He loves fucking you anywhere he can. In an alleyway, in your bedroom, in the woods. He just wants to fuck you because you’re so pretty.

M = Motivation

You. Anything about you.

N = No

I think he’s huge on no knife play. I think hurting you like that really makes him upset. He’s into a few light hearted things but never something that can give you intentional harm.

O = Oral

HE LOVES GOING DOWN ON YOU! AND HE LOVES WHEN YOU GO DOWN ON HIM. He loves 69 a lot.

P = Pace

Billy can do it really fast and hard or really slow and passionate. It really just depends on his mood and what you both are going for.

Q = Quickie

He loves quickies!! I feel like he prefers to take his time with you, making the experience last. However, he also really loves to just take you any time he has a moment to do so. So quickies are just 🥰🥰

R = Risk

He loves the idea of getting caught. Jessie being in the next room over? Billy is fucking you hard with a hand over your mouth. In an alleyway? He’s pressing you up against the wall. He would always make sure your covered if you do end up actually caught.

S = Stamina

I think Billy either has a lot of stamina or is too tired to do more than one round. He’s an outlaw and spends a lot of time outside. So his energy is divided. However, it all just depends on how he’s feeling.

T = Toys

Assuming it’s a modern universe because I cannot fathom the toys they had back then lol. Billy would love using toys on you. Vibrators, the rose, dildos, he just loves making you cum and making you squirt.

U = Unfair

Billy can be so unfair!! Some days he’s over stimulating and others he’s denying your orgasm. He just wants what’s best for the moment. But his favorite is torturing you by giving you so many orgasms.

V = Volume

I feel like Billy isn’t scared to be loud. He loves moaning and groaning in your ear. But also knows when to be quiet. He can control the sounds that escapes his mouth but he prefers not to because he wants you to know just how good you make him feel.

W = Wild Card

Billy loves fucking your face. Seeing his cock going in and out of your mouth just never fails to make him cum down your throat with your plump lips, the feeling of you gagging on his cock, the watery eyes. So hot.

X = X-Ray

Billy is about 8 inches or so

Y = Yearning

I feel like he’s the type to constantly want sex. He doesn’t always need it but if you want to fuck, he’s always 100% down. His dick will get hard so quick.

Z = ZZZ

Billy definitely falls asleep quickly after sex. It just comes with the territory.

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k1utzymitry · 7 months ago

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rises the moon ₊˚⊹☆

chpt. 3: but after sunlit days

series masterlist

choso x roommate!reader

the awkwardness between you and your roommate is too much to bear.. someone has to break the silence one way or another

wc: 1.3k

cw: language, suggestive MDNI

the kiss the two of your shared felt magical. you’ve kissed many people before but none felt like that. it felt like something inside you bursted as soon as your lips touched.

but now you feel like a balloon that currently being deflated, as you sink into the seat of the passesnger seat of his car. the car ride back to the dormitory was quiet. the silence was loud. you wish he would turn on some music to tune out the sound of your heart beating out of your chest to the point where he could hear it. you truly didn’t know what to do. what was he thinking right now? he’s so hard to read. was he thinking the same things as you? did he think you were weird? why did he even kiss you in the first place? does he have a crush on you? all these questions ran through your mind at a thousand miles per hour. eventually someone is going to have to say something right?

you were wrong. the entire 45 minute drive was spent with you silently staring out the window waiting on choso to explain himself. he pulled into a parking spot at the dormitory and parked. it was weird because neither of you moved. you would do anything to get rid of this awkwardness but you didn’t move from the seat in the car. you wait patiently and quietly for choso to make the first move. time passes slowly as each second feel like ten. your body is telling you to just leave the car, and go up to the dorm but you can’t bring yourself to. it was just a kiss. you start to think all of this is stupid. you can tell he’s waiting on you to say something as well. it seems like he’s gone back to the shy and timid guy you first met. you don’t know why you’re not saying anything if you literally kissed him back with just as much passion. now you’ve decided to stop being so avoidant speak.

“choso…” your voice was quiet. not as silent as a whisper but something close to that.

“i’m sorry.. i should’ve a-“

“why are you apologizing if i literally kissed you back. don’t be dumb cho..” you interrupted him. so that’s why he didn’t say anything.. he was just nervous. what if that was his first kiss? you think to yourself. you wouldn’t want to shatter the little bit of pride the boy does have by asking so you keep the thought to yourself.

“does that mean i can do it again?” he looks at you to find you already see you focusing on him.

“i guess it does doesn’t it?” you smile at him with a tilt of your head. he then reaches out towards you and pulls you in. once again the kiss explodes with passion as your lips collide. it slow and sensual. 3 seconds go by before you both pull away for a quick breath then you're bringing each other back in for an even more fierce kiss. each kiss just left you wanting more and craving more of his touch. you’ve had your fair share of partners and lovers in the past but none of them kissed you as gently as he did. none of them made you feel this way after a simple kiss. you start to take more control over the kiss as you prod your tongue against his lips he opens his mouth subconsciously. you took it as an opportunity to dive into his mouth with your tongue. you could feel choso slowly melting into the kiss.

the kiss was filled with so much passion it turned into you two making out! after every second passes both of your actions are growing with need and lust. you felt too far from him leaning over the center console to reach him. so to fix that you pulled away and just climbed over it and sat down right in his lap without any warning. you feel his body jolt under you as you take your seat on top of him. nervousness racked through his body as he started to imagine where this was going to lead by the end of the night. continuing off where you left off; you attached your lips right back onto his once again. wet, sloppy kisses were shared between the two of you that grew furiously! your hands start to travel down his chest then down his stomach where you can feel his toned muscles through his shirt. you’ve seen him multiple times without a shirt on but you’ve never got to feel. truth be told, he looked like he was sculpted from the greek gods and goddesses. your hands reach the hem of his shirt before they slowly go under his shirt and feel his body with your cold hands. the contact made him shiver. his hands find comfort on your waist as he subconsciously pulls you closer. your lips never separated for a moment as your tongues fought for dominance. ultimately you won in the end, this made you notice how sloppy and uncalculated his moves were.. was he a virgin? you pulled your lips away from his and you look down at him to see him with bruised lips, he was panting, practically sweating, and his eyes filled with desire and lust. he definitely was a virgin, you decided it would be fun to tease him then!

“choso, have you ever done this before?” you ask innocently with a tilt of your head.

“n-no..” his voice trails off as he looks away from you in embarrassment.

“hey there’s nothing to be embarrassed about we all were at some point. if it’s okay with you, i wanna teach you a couple of things?” you knew what you really meant and so did he. his face burned at your offer, but who is he to deny you! he nodded his head giving you green light to take his virginity. at least that’s what you hope he meant. you’d love to be choso’s first time.

you begin to kiss down his neck, and grind down on his lap. your hands moved from his to torso to where his hands where placed on your waist and moved them on your ass. your hands them moved up his shirt again and to his nipples twisting and pinching nipples with your fingers. he left out quiet whimpers and you could feel him growing under you, and he sure was growing fast. his hands started gripping and grabbing at your ass like he couldn’t get enough of you! as this continued you could feel yourself getting wet, and getting more aggressive with your movements. he then started to thrust his hips upward into your clit.

“mmh cho-“ you’re cut off by a whine leaving your lips as he bucks his hips up harder into you trying to create some kind of friction between the two of you. you then pull away from his neck, pull your hands from underneath his shirt, and stop your movements. he catches onto your queue and stops his as well. you look down at him, the both of you panting, and he’s all red.

“i think we should continue this inside.. wouldn’t want your first time to be in a car.” you then open the door to the driver's side before stepping off his lap and out of the car, careful not to lose your balance. he turns off the car and follows you out the car and trails behind you to the dormitory. the ride up the elevator was painfully long since there were some other people in there. not like you would do anything anyways with the camera in the corner pointing directly at you. once you final reached your designated floor you grabbed choso’s hand and pushed past some of the people in the elevator before rushing to your dorm room.

a/n

finished this alot faster than i initially expected. chapter 4 has already been started so i can’t promise that it’ll be soon but it won’t be forever until you guys can get some juicy smut.. i hope you guys can’t tell what part i was blasted out of my mind writing.. i also didn’t proof read 😓😓 love you guys

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kangshxrtie · 5 months ago

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ch. 25 ⤍ morning after

"they're so cute!" you heard yunjin's loud ass voice echo through the room, the brightness of a camera flash pulling you out of sleep.

"they are," eunchae whispered, though not very quietly. "until one of them wakes up because y'all are being so loud."

"we should frame this," chaewon added, sounding way too excited.

you decided it was time to let them know you were awake. slowly, you opened your eyes. "you could at least be quiet when you sneak in to take pictures."

as soon as you spoke, chaewon literally jumped, her hand flying to her chest. "holy shit! i told you guys to be quiet!"

yunjin was laughing at how startled chaewon got, "we have to post this, tthe fans would eat this up" she held up her phone, the screen showing you and kazuha cuddled up together in bed.

"you're both literally cuddling like a drama scene," eunchae teased, trying to stifle her giggles. "how are we supposed to not take a picture of that?"

you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "why are you all like this?"

"because," yunjin teased, "it's not every day we catch you and kazuha in a... compromising position."

kazuha, who was still half-asleep and had barely registered what was going on, blinked slowly and mumbled something incoherent, clearly not yet awake enough to understand what was going on. her arm was still loosely wrapped around you, and she made no move to pull away, even as the teasing continued.

"what even time is it?" you mumbled, pulling the blanket over your head in an attempt to escape their teasing.

"it's 9 a.m.," yunjin replied, sounding way too awake for your liking. "sakura's making breakfast, but we had to come and check on the couple first."

"couple?" you repeated, your voice muffled under the blanket.

yunjin snickered, "i mean, look at you two!"

with a sigh, you pulled the blanket back down, revealing your face again. you glanced over at kazuha, who was still slowly waking up, blinking sleepily as she finally registered the conversation. "huh? what... what's happening?" she mumbled, her voice soft and confused.

"they're taking pictures of us," you whispered to her.

kazuha's eyes widened slightly in surprise, her cheeks flushing a little as she realized the position you two were in. "oh... i didn't even—" she began, but yunjin cut her off.

"it's fine, zuha! you two are cute!" yunjin teased, grinning.

"stop bullying us, we just woke up," you said, sitting up a little, but you couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"seriously, though. we should go down for breakfast unless we need to leave for the two of you to get out of bed." chaewon said.

"we weren't even doing anything!" you protested, laughing now as you tried to defend yourself.

"uh-huh," eunchae nodded dramatically, playing along. "sure, sure, you weren't."

kazuha, who was finally awake enough to join the conversation properly, sat up and looked over at you, her lips twitching into a smile. "we really weren't, though."

you turned to look at her, feeling the warmth between you two from the night before still lingering. she was blushing but didn't seem uncomfortable—more like she was quietly enjoying the teasing.

"see, even she said it," you added.

yunjin just waved it off. "doesn't matter. the internet's gonna explode once i post this anyway."

your eyes widened. "you're not posting that!"

"yeah, no," kazuha agreed quickly, her voice still a bit sleepy but firm.

yunjin pretended to consider it for a moment, "hmm... but think about the fans."

"yunjin!" you and kazuha both exclaimed at the same time, making the others burst into laughter.

"fine, fine, i won't post it," yunjin relented, "but it's staying in my personal collection."

you rolled your eyes, grateful that it wouldn't be all over social media. "i hate it here."

yunjin just grinned, clearly proud of herself. "you love us."

you sighed, but you couldn't deny that she was right. "yeah, yeah."

the teasing eventually died down, and chaewon, eunchae, and yunjin finally left the room, probably to bother sakura in the kitchen instead. you glanced at kazuha, who was still sitting beside you, her cheeks still a little flushed from all the teasing.

"sorry about that," kazuha said with a sheepish smile.

you shook her head, her lips curling into a soft smile. "it's fine. i don't mind."

you felt a little awkward, unsure of what to say now that the others were gone. the room was quiet again, and the weight of everything from last night hung between you two. it wasn't uncomfortable—just... different.

"so... breakfast now?" kazuha asked, breaking the silence.

"yeah," you said, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck, "we should probably hurry before they think... something else is happening."

kazuha let out a small giggle. "right, can't have them coming back up here," she said, sliding off the bed and stretching her arms out.

you followed suit, standing up and trying to regain your composure. you were still processing the fact that you had spent the night cuddling with her after the dream which she didn't even know about and you don't think you could ever tell her.

when you entered the kitchen, it was as if the room collectively paused for a second, like they were waiting to see how you two would act. they were all seated at the table, eyeing the two of you.

"finally! my favorite couple!" yunjin announced dramatically.

you rolled your eyes. "shut up."

kazuha just smiled and headed straight for the kitchen counter. "at least i'm getting some."

the room erupted into a mix of laughter and groans at kazuha's bold remark. you felt your face heat up immediately, and you shot her a look, half embarrassed, half impressed at how easily she threw that out there.

yunjin, of course, was the first one to speak up afterward, "i see what's happening here."

"mind your business," you told her playfully going over to where kazuha was grabbing herself a plate from the counter and filling it with whatever was left of breakfast. you grabbed a plate as well, keeping your head down to avoid any more teasing glances. but you knew they were all curious and just waiting for you to sit down so they could start the questioning.

"so," chaewon started, her voice casual but clearly fishing for something, "what all happened last night?"

kazuha's expression stayed relaxed as she dug into her food. "we just talked and then slept.."

chaewon raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that answer. "uh-huh... and nothing unusual? just a... normal sleep?"

you sat down across from kazuha, shooting chaewon a look. "can we just not talk about it?"

"absolutely not?" yunjin chimed in with a grin. "we're just curious, you know? i mean, you two were so cute this morning."

you glared at her.

sakura, who had been relatively quiet, finally spoke up, giving you both a teasing smile. "we just wanna know if we need to have a talk with the two of you."

"next time we have to lock the door," you told kazuha.

"next time?" chaewon repeated teasingly.

kazuha's eyes flicked over to you, and she was trying not to laugh.

"that's not what i meant!" you tried to say.

kazuha shook her head, finally giving in to her own laughter. "okay, enough. can we just eat in peace?"

"fine~," yunjin said, waving her hand dismissively. "we'll drop it... for now."

the room quieted down a bit after that, and for a while, it was just the sound of forks clinking against plates and the occasional murmur of conversation. you tried to relax and focus on your food, but every now and then, you'd glance up and catch kazuha's eye. she'd smile softly, and you'd feel that familiar flutter in your chest, reminding you of everything that had happened the night before.

it wasn't long before you felt something under the table—a slight pressure on your leg. you glanced down subtly and realized kazuha's foot had brushed against yours. at first, you thought it was an accident, but then she did it again, this time more deliberately. you glanced up at her, and she gave you a playful look, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

you shifted slightly in your seat, but then kazuha's hand found yours under the table. it was a small, simple gesture, but it sent a wave of warmth through you. you weren't sure how long you stayed like that, holding hands under the table while pretending nothing was happening. the others were too busy with their own conversations to notice, and for once, you were grateful for the distraction.

eventually, the meal wrapped up, and the others started clearing their plates, still talking and laughing as they moved around the kitchen. as everyone started cleaning up, you and kazuha sat there for a moment longer, not saying anything but just enjoying the quiet moment between you.

but eventually, you had to move. kazuha slowly let go of your hand, and you both stood up to clear your plates, giving you a small smile as she passed by.

"should we lock ourselves in our rooms for a while?" yunjin's voice broke the moment, her grin wide as she leaned against the counter.

you rolled your eyes, "shut up yunjin," you muttered, placing your dishes in the sink.

kazuha just smiled and shrugged, "and if i said yes"

yunjin played along with a smile, "please not in the kitchen, we eat here."

before either of you could respond sakura cut in, waving a spatula in yunjin's direction. "leave them alone already, yunjin. they've had enough this morning."

"fine, fine," yunjin said, throwing her hands up in surrender. "i'll behave. for now."

you sighed in relief, grateful for the temporary break in the teasing, but you had a feeling this wasn't the last you'd hear of it. as you helped finish tidying up the kitchen, you couldn't help but steal a few more glances in kazuha's direction. there was something about the way she carried herself—calm, yet playful—that made your heart race in a way you hadn't expected. the morning's events felt like a blur, but one thing was becoming clearer: whatever was happening between the two of you, it was definitely something.

"so," kazuha's voice suddenly broke through your thoughts as she stood next to you at the sink, "what's the plan for today?"

you shrugged, trying to act casual even though you were still very aware of how close she was standing. "i don't know. maybe we can just chill, do something low-key."

she nodded, leaning against the counter as she looked at you with a soft smile. "sounds good. i'm down for whatever."

for a moment, the two of you just stood there, the conversation around the kitchen fading into the background. you wanted to say something, anything, but the words just wouldn't come. instead, you found yourself just... enjoying her presence.

finally, yunjin's voice rang out again, breaking the moment. "we're hanging out if you two want join, or let us know if we need to turn the tv all the way up."

you shot her a glare, but kazuha just laughed, shaking her head. "let's go before they start up again," she whispered to you.

you nodded, following her out of the kitchen. even as you rejoined the rest of the group, sitting down on the couch with everyone else, obviously next to kazuha who immediately wrapped her arm around you, which did come with some teasing comments from her members but you didn't pay much attention to them.

as the group settled into casual conversations and laughter, the teasing eventually died down, and you found yourself relaxing more leaning into kazuha's side.

"comfortable?" she asked, glancing down at you with a small smile.

"yeah," you replied, a soft smile on your lips. "really comfortable."

ALL CHAPTERS !!! | NEXT CH !!!

#nakamura kazuha x reader #le sserafim x reader #kazuha x reader #nakamura kazuha #ive x reader #kazuha #le sserafim #gxg #kpop #kim chaewon #huh yunjin #miyawaki sakura #hong eunchae

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sethsclearwater · 1 year ago

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poly!paulxreaderxjared where they tag team edge her until she’s crying since they’re both just a little crazy but in the best way

PLEASE THOSE TWO ARE NUTS TOGETHER💀💀

...

"jared please-" you sobbed, whimpering loudly as paul removed his fingers from your pussy so you wouldn't be able to cum despite the fact that you literally thought you were going to explode if you didn't.

both boys just let out laughs at your whines, already knowing you were so deep in the subspace they'd have to spend even longer than normal with their aftercare.

"babe," jared started with a smile on his face that had you thinking for a moment that he might let you cum, "you were being a brat earlier, gotta take your punishment like a good girl, yea?" he asked, his question sending another wave of tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to figure out just how much longer this was going to last.

paul laughed at your tears, taking his thumb and gently brushing them away from your cheeks, "you've still got," he started, grabbing his phone to check the timer on his phone that they had set when they first started edging you about 2 hours prior, "5 more minutes bunny," paul mused, smiling at you when you let out another loud whine, not sure how they expected you to hold back your orgasm for that much longer.

"gotta let us play with that tight little pussy of yours for 5 more minutes, yea babe? then we might let you cum," jared cooed, his use of the word 'might' sending another wave of tears down your cheeks that had both boys laughing again.

"lay down on top of paul, yea? gonna fuck that pussy of yours for the last few minutes," he mused, chuckling as paul laid down next to you and both boys helped you straddle paul's lap, their combined releases from earlier in the night dripping down your thighs.

"you're something else," jared teased as he lifted your hips up while paul lined the tip of his cock up with your aching entrance, pulling you down so paul was fully sheathed inside of you. both you and paul let out loud groans at the action and you immediately collapsed onto paul's chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

"alright take a deep breath babe," jared instructed as he got himself situated behind you, lining his cock up with your stuffed entrance, the tip just barely brushing against you and paul.

you let out a loud whimper but complied none-the-less, just eager to finally cum after being edged for the past 2 hours. as you exhaled, jared pushed himself inside you, all of you letting out loud moans as your pussy was stretched to the limit as both him and paul made sure they were buried in you as deep as they could.

"such a good bunny," paul praised, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, both boys at least having the decency to give you a few moments to stretch around them before moving, "just 2 more minutes bun," he added, sliding one hand up to thread his fingers through your hair and gently scratch at your scalp.

"alright i think she's ready, yea?" jared asked paul, already knowing you wouldn't be able to give him any kind of coherent answer because of how deep they had you in the subspace.

paul nodded, pressing one more kiss to your hair before jared pulled his hips back to thrust into you. both boys quickly set a steady rhythm of alternating thrusts, ensuring that you were always full of at least one of them while they fucked you.

you couldn't have been more of a moaning, sobbing mess as they continued to pleasure you, "almost there bunny," paul gritted out after a minute of their thrusting, "you gonna cum on our cocks when that timer goes off?" he asked and you blubbered out some incoherent response that both boys easily understood to be you saying yes.

"such a good girl," jared praised, not stopping his rough thrusts as he leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder, straightening up to his full height when the timer went off, "cum on our cocks babe," he ordered and you didn't need to be told twice, immediately letting the coil that had been tightening in your belly for the past 2 hours snap.

your pussy tightened around both boys so tight they could barely move, instead just forcing them to spill their releases into you as well as they also met their highs.

it took both boys a few minutes to begin coming down from their orgasms, both slowly running their hands up and down your sides and back as they coaxed you back down.

you took even longer than they did to come down, slowly allowing your eyes to flutter open so you could peek up at paul after a few minutes, "hey princess," paul cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, "did such a good job," he praised, offering your hips a gentle squeeze as jared leaned down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

"now let's get you cleaned up so we can cuddle for a little bit, yea?" jared asked, both boys already knowing it'd be taking the rest of the night to get you out of the subspace.

#poly!jaredxreaderxpaul #poly!paulxreaderxjared #jared cameron #jared cameron x reader #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote blurb #paul lahote smut #jared cameron imagine #jared cameron blurb #jared cameron smut #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight imagine #imagine #blurb #smut

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touyas-multi-purpose-saline · 4 months ago

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15 and 19 for Thewo for the soft ship prompts.... Please, I beg you....

cw (prompt 15): Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Ketchup Not Being Used Correctly, Horseplay, Use of Masculine-Gendered Nicknames, Gender-Neutral Reader.

cw (prompt 19): Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Mention of the French (tm), Use of Masculine-Gendered Nicknames, One Spicy Joke, Gender-Neutral Reader.

author's note: I really hope that you like these! I had a lot of fun writing for Sero. Hopefully these prompts are to your liking—Sero is a pretty silly guy. These were prompts from the "Soft OTP or Self Ship Prompts" list and can be found here . Prompt 15 will be under the break, and Prompt 19 will be under the other Sero photo. REQUESTS ARE OPEN—CHECK PINNED POST FOR CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR. Please only request one or two from this specific prompt list just to make it easier for me! Thank you.

PROMPT: 15 (Write about your ship spending a lazy afternoon together).

PROMPT: 19 (Write about your ship going on a casual date).

word count (prompt 15): Approximately 1.1k words.

word count (prompt 19): Approximately 1.7k words.

“Pass me one of those ketchup packets, will ya?”

There’s a soft thwack to the ground whenever your head rolls to the side. Hanta lays on his back on the bed, but his arm now dangles from its edge, fingers brushing the floor ever so slightly. Both of his eyes are closed, and that goofy grin’s luster is a little dull. Napkins cover his chest, a few dark smudges against the paper from where he had previously wiped his fingers. One of your eyebrows cock, your vision ever so slooooooowly glancing down to where the tiny pile of ketchup packets sit, only mere whiskers away from his hand.

You blink.

“Bro. They’re literally… right there. By your hand. Why don’t you grab one yourself?”

Hanta’s head seems to creak like a rusty door desperately clinging to its hinges. That grin starts to spread a little, but it’s by a mere fraction, and his eyes slit open just a smidge. He snorts.

“That’s no fun. Can’t a guy want to be spoiled?”

A sigh so heavy and dreary spills from your lips, tumbling out with the weight of the world. Amusement dances across Hanta’s face, and you pointedly squint at him before turning yourself to rest against your side, arms flopped outwards.

“I think you just want to make me be your errand boy. Look, your nails are touching one of the packets. Just. Take one.”

Hanta shakes his head slightly.

“Nah. Too much work. I need my lovely, lovely, loooooovely sweetheart to hand it to me.”

You’re not frustrated, no, not at all. However, that look smearing across Hanta’s face is getting to be a little too smarmy and you’re starting to feel the need to really give him something to smirk about. Your eyes bounce between the pile of ketchup packets and Hanta’s face a few times, slowly, deliberately, and you swear that his eyes open wider and his fingers curl further with each glance. Oh, he’s so getting it.

“If I hand you one of those packets, you’re not going to like what I’ll do.”

A shrug of shoulders, a wide smile.

“Eh. I’m not too worried as long as I get that ketchup packet.”

The fires in your eyes ignite, and something sinister paints your expression. Hanta misses it because you swerve your hips fast enough so that your body basically slides across the ground, hand outstretched from a packet. You manage to snag one between your middle and pointer fingers, and another spin of your hips has your knees and palms flat on the ground. The sounds you’re making seem to awaken Hanta, and shock pops into his eyes like confetti and both of his eyebrows explode up his forehead, those bangs loosely scooting to the side. You’re pushing yourself up with a gust of wind, and once your feet bend at the right angles, you’re pouncing.

Hanta releases an anguished yell, but it doesn’t stop your evil ways. He flails his limbs, but you’re dodging every swipe, napkins flying everywhere. One of your knees thunders against the bed of Hanta’s opposite side, and you use that momentum to fling yourself atop of his body. He groans before his limbs turn to jelly and he goes limp, the surprise draining from his face before he deadpans. He stares at you, a look of disbelief now staring right at you.

“Did’ja really have to do that? It seemed a little excessive to me, man.”

Devilish thoughts, a set of horns beginning to poke out of the crown of your head, a pointy tail with an arrow tip starts to curl into a heart shape.

“Well, I just thought I’d spoil you, ya know.”

Hanta blinks.

“Ohhh, no. Oh, no. I don’t like what you’re implying.”

A few giggles escape you, bubbling like fruit and nectar in the back of your throat. You start to carefully sit up, gentle and easy with your movements. Hanta follows your every move like a pointer, paw bent and honed in on prey. Once you’re balanced as best as you can against Hanta’s stomach, you reveal the ketchup packet. You smile sweetly before your fingers start to gingerly tear off a corner.

“What exactly am I implying?”

Hanta hums out of discomfort.

“Mmm, I think you’re about to terrorize me.”

You gasp, totally in offense.

“I can’t believe you think I’d do something like that to you, dawg! Don’t you truuuuuust me?”

Hanta grimaces.

“No.”

A flutter of your eyelashes, butterfly wings, and that sweet smile of yours gets even more saccharine.

“Good.”

Hanta opens his mouth to question your response, but it’s too late. The corner of the ketchup packet is off, flung into the horizon, and you're leaning forth to that agape mouth. You’re too quick for Hanta, so all he can do is wail in agony whenever you flip the packet upside down and shove it into his mouth, right between his teeth. You start forcefully squeezing the packet, draining its contents into his mouth, and Hanta’s words come out as gurgles and distraught howls. His hands are flying around, and you notice he shoots out a few strips of tape, but you’re sly and slick, so you just snake your body around his projectiles.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Hanta? Where’s the fun in this now, huh? Don’t you like being spoiled?”

There’s mirth lacing your tone, but it’s cynical and sarcastic, and Hanta starts to sink into a mush the more ketchup spills. Two streams start to leak down the corners of his mouth, and he’s closed his eyes in acceptance and defeat.

Once you’ve completely wrung the packet dry, you withdraw it and sit back, satisfied.

Hanta swallows, and swallows, and he does it a couple more times even though there’s no more ketchup. Then he smacks his lips. Then a line creases between his brows.

“Oh, yeah. Love being spoiled. But… do you want to know what I love even more?”

There’s something owlish to Hanta’s tone, something that makes you wonder if you should even entertain his inquiry, but the simp in you caves. You thoughtfully tilt your head to the side, lips pursed.

“And what’s that?”

Suddenly, Hanta’s eyes are wide and filled with flames of vengeance. Fear grips your heart, and you realize that you’ve made a huge mistake whenever his hands grasp your waist, the tips of his fingers touching the small of your back. It’s all over whenever Hanta starts to launch himself off of the bed, a victory cry revving in his chest, and the both of you cast aside onto the floor with one broad scream from Hanta—

“I think you’re looking a little hungry. Here, lemme feeeeed you!”

And the last thing you see before it all goes dark is that ominously looming pile of ketchup packs.

“You’re kidding me.”

Hanta shakes his head.

“Nope. I’m totally serious.”

You glance down the busy street, bustling with hundreds of people, swarming shops, crowds shoved against one another. Hot weather beats down on your back, sizzling it, warming your skin, glistening with sweat. Loud cacophonies of people speaking, children screaming, honking cars, screeching tires, serenading music—so many things, too many things happening at once, and your head is spinning whenever you lock eyes with Hanta again.

“Dude. I’m not going to do that.”

A faux expression of hurt crosses Hanta’s face and he pouts slightly, but it’s all a ploy to make you give into his dastardly whims.

“C’mon! It’ll be a great adventure, an amazing bonding experience, and it’ll be sooooo romantic.”

You squint.

“For you. I don’t feel like going on a wild goose chase. Can’t we just go to the little café and skip this nonsense altogether?”

A set of arms fling into the air, and Hanta releases a groan.

“It’ll be boring! Look at us: we’re all dressed up, wearing our Sunday best—”

“You’re literally wearing baggy pants with a shirt that’s so white that I can see each line of your abs. Do you really think you’ve got it in you to look French?”

Hanta hums, crossing his arms, and then he shrugs.

“Sure, why not? Anyone can throw on a beret and put one of those long candlestick cigarette tubes in their mouth.”

“I think you’re looking for the words opera cigarette holders.”

“Man, who actually cares to know the correct terminology? We just need it for the aesthetic.”

You blink, eyes wider than the moon before you slice both of your hands out, appalled.

“You want to look French, and yet you don’t even know the official name of one of the objects you’re looking for!”

Hanta pivots around on his heel, loosely shaking his head, choppy black locks swaying in the stiff summer breeze. He stalks off, leaving you to follow his cues, which make you groan, but you begrudgingly follow after his disappearing figure.

“Fine. But if I suddenly have a baguette in my hand—”

—

The dinky little store is tucked away in the corner of an alleyway. If you didn’t turn your head at the right angle, you would have completely missed it. It looks odd, very rustic and rundown, but Hanta doesn’t seem bothered by it. A curved staircase of three steps arches into the cylinder shaped entrance, and a hollow thump follows after Hanta’s every tread whenever he ascends and grasps the round doorknob. The door screeches whenever it opens, which makes you wince. Hanta’s thousand yard stare and everlasting wide grin doesn’t flinch, and he just enthusiastically bounds into the threshold. You emit a soft sound of displeasure whenever you enter, and your body completely stiffens whenever the door swings back harshly and slams shut behind you—the jingling of bells finally registers.

Now that you’re inside, you can’t help whenever your eyes turn further and further into saucers, shiny and glossy with wonder and confusion. It’s dim in here, and the lighting is yellow-orange, like the dying rays of sunshine. It’s homely, and it’s full and hard to navigate through. But Hanta doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, he keeps walking, whistling softly and swinging his hips around casually.

“This seems like a great spot to look for French cosplay. Keep your eyes peeled and we’ll be ready to drink free complimentary water at a pretentious café in no time.”

You shake your head, a sigh.

“Sure. I’m positive that…”

You quickly survey your immediate vicinity before you keep speaking.

“Puppy dog figurines with equally miserable puppy dog eyes and… used… traffic signs… will supply us with all we need.”

Hanta chuckles softly, shoulders bouncing.

“Have some faith! Just follow me, I can feel it. I know we’re going to score.”

He’s not stopping, so you know there’s no use in trying to talk him out of his dastardly schemes. Another glance at your surroundings spurs you forward, and you’re slightly spinning your body while you look around, watching carefully where you put your feet.

There’s almost too many things to keep track of what all you’re seeing, but it doesn’t take long for Hanta to stop. You thump into his back and emit a sound of confusion, but Hanta’s gesturing to the side and grimacing.

“Oh, God. I can’t believe they have a corner dedicated to that.”

When you look, it’s a corner filled to the brim with creepy clown figurines. There’s dolls, plushies, puppets, and everything clown related. They look old, like something out of the early Industrial Revolution Era, and dirty with grime. All of the fabric, thread, and porcelain are smudged against the lights on the ceiling, and you make a noise of discomfort.

“Bro. I feel like if you got too close, you’d end up breathing in some toxic chemicals. Like pesticides.”

Hanta’s eyes widen by a fraction, and they shoot back and forth quickly before he mumbles.

“Well, shit, we’ve gotta get out of here. I’m not dying from some mystical gas curse.”

Hanta turns fast, and you follow, and the both of you are still walking away from the corner. As you walk, you can swear you feel their eyes on you, following, and you shudder.

“I’m surprised they’re not levitating after us to drag us back to their evil dimension. Like. That one Goosebumps episode, uh, The Haunted Mask?”

“Why would I know what you’re talking about? Do you think I’m in for a scaaaaaare? I’m thinking more Cabal.”

You shake your head,

“The Nightbreed weren’t all evil! All of those clowns were definitely evil.”

Hanta goes to retort, but his mouth falls agape and he flails his body a bit. His hands fly out to you, and he’s tapping his palms against your arms and shoulders.

“Look! Look! Dude!”

You’re trying to twist your head around to see what Hanta’s freaking out about, but he’s grasping your hand and spinning you around faster than the speed of light. A strangled choke leaves your lips, and a heavy case of whiplash smacks your temples whenever Hanta starts dragging you along. Whenever you’re finally able to see what Hanta’s enamored by, you notice it’s…

“Spiderman?”

Hanta flings his arms into the air.

“Not just any Spiderman. This is the old stuff, the real deal, the bee’s-knees.”

“Hmm. All I can ever think about whenever I see classic Spiderman is that one game where you awkwardly walk around in sewers for a long ass time before you manage to squirt webs onto that lizard guy.”

“The Spiderman Plug-N-Play: Escape From the Sewers level? You’re no fun. I know you know more than that.”

You’re staring at the collection of Spiderman again.

“Yes, I can totally see more than the plug-n-play. Like… the really. Uncomfortable. Hyper-realistic painting of Andrew Garfield… caressing a… is that a self-insert?”

You and Hanta stare at the painting for a solid moment.

“Holy shit. It is a self-insert.”

Hanta immediately begins cackling, and you’re giggling before you shove into him, attempting to push him away from the Spiderman collection. You’re stumbling on your toes, and Hanta’s eyes are blown out while he cackles through the reality of the painting. If you don’t keep Hanta moving, the painting flashes in your mind and you nearly wither from it.

“Nope. Corner just lost all of its validity at that. We run now. I’m not really wanting to accidentally come across smut in there. How did no one notice what that painting was?”

Hanta tries to strike a sexy pose, rubbing his fingers across his collar bones while he smears a stupid smirk across his face.

“I don’t know… Andrew Garfield’s not really my type, but… Doctor O’Hara…”

You wail.

“No more Spiderman for now! Let’s focus on our French cosplay!”

The laughter hasn’t quite died within your chests, and that’s when it happens. Hanta’s head angles in just the right way, and his face melts into something sincere and surprised. He pauses, and you lean into him, and then you follow his trail of sight. And there, in the distance, surrounded by a halo of glowing light from the Heavens above, is exactly what you’re looking for.

You bob your head in a rhythm, both eyebrows bouncing along.

“Huh. What are the chances that we’d find two matching monochrome striped shirts with deep maroon berets right next to each other?”

“Who cares? C’mon, let’s get ‘em before someone else swooces us.”

Hanta’s holding your hand again, fingers laced, and pulling you with him. This time, you’re not as stiff and confused, and you’re happily skipping behind him, light on your feet and flouncing. Excitement is vibrating off of Hanta, the rays tickle your mood and you can’t help but feel adoration whenever you observe his features. Even if you didn’t really want to do all of this extra work, and even if it felt short-lived given the circumstances, Hanta was all worth it in the end. And whenever the destination is crossed and the both of you are standing directly in front of the French cosplays, you watch his grin for a few more fleeting seconds before you stretch your hand out for the long-sleeve dangling from its hanger.

“This is so epic. I can’t believe it actually worked.”

Hanta blows a puff of air from between his teeth.

“Pffft. I knew it would. You’ve gotta trust in the Sero more often, babe.”

You hum.

“Perhaps. Here, let’s just get these.”

The hanger is within your clutches, and you’re reaching for the beret next. Hanta’s already swooped up both of his items, but it feels like time is beginning to slip into slow motion. It’s so strange, and eccentric, and you can’t help but feel your brows pinch together whenever the pads of your fingers brush against the faux wool fabric. Hanta’s watching you, and the anticipation builds before you wiggle your fingers beneath its inner brim and lift.

And there, hidden beneath its depths, a

baguette.

Silence.

“Oh, come on! Hanta, I told you that if I had a baguette—”

But Hanta’s laughing brashly before you can finish, the baguette glittering underneath the light.

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