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A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #36)

Chapter #36. Oh hey! It's been a HOT minute. I'm so so happy to finally get this next chapter out there! Natalie makes good on a promise to Alexander. Will he like it as much as she hopes?

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #36: Alassëa

[Natalie’s POV]

With the dazed little man returned safely to my breast pocket, his new suits and their accessories packed neatly into a beautiful little white box with a crimson ribbon, I smiled one last time at Marianne, that wonderful woman, before braving the nail biting cold.

It was only a handful of paces from the threshold of the door to the interior of my car, but it didn’t matter. The icy wind cut across my exposed skin and seeped into my bones. I shut the car door as quickly as I could, turning the ignition to heat the stagnant interior of my crappy little sedan. I peered down at the tiny man, perched upright in the bottom of my coat pocket.

He leaned on the outside wall of fabric, his head and shoulder making the tiniest bump on the surface of the garment. Very gently, I ran a fingertip across it, caressing his shoulder and making his little head snap up in my direction. “Hey,” I smiled, “You’re not already falling asleep on me, again, are ya?” His brow furrowed as he crossed his arms, his little face sporting that signature pout I was sure I’d seen ten times as often as any smile.

“No! I’m not– I’m fine! I won’t fall asleep. I feel perfectly energized and alert.”

“Uh huh.”

“I won’t! I am more than capable of enduring a car ride without slipping into unconsciousness! Besides, the hand warmer isn’t even giving off heat anymore. You can take it out now.” He shoved at the plastic packaging, as if there wasn’t plenty of room in the pocket for both.

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, my liege. Your wish is my command!” I pinched the offending object between my fingers and deposited it far away into the cup holder to my right. I cleared my throat, still keeping with the joke, “Are you adequately situated for your conveyance homeward?”

He clapped his little hands like a command, “Make haste! Ride with speed, or this icy blast might be the death of us all!” He gestured with a dramatic flair, “I’ll stand sentinel, while you press on.” Little nerd. “You needn’t fear. My eye is keen and sharp. I will not fail you in my watch tonight.”

Within ten minutes he was out like a light.

As I made the drive back to Cambridge, alone, I took every stoplight and yield sign as a chance to peer down and check on him.

Still fast asleep every time I looked.

I gripped the wheel, doing my absolute best not to come to any sudden stops or dips in the now slush covered roads. I wondered how close to home I could get without waking him.

************

I awoke to no hum of the road, no heat of a human body engulfing one wall of this fabric room, no steady, soothing heartbeat thrumming through me. All was eerily silent and still.

I shot up, panicked.

Where was I??

It was dark. Much darker than it had been in the car, but by the dim light and through feel, I could tell I was still in the pocket. By batting against both sides, I confirmed the pocket that held me was no longer draped over the body of the human woman who’d driven me home.

Why was it so dark? Where had she put me?

Had she hung up the coat in her closet and shut the door? Had she forgotten about me?

Fear freezing my limbs and tightening my chest, I wondered if my voice could even carry past the closed door, or if it would be loud enough for her to hear.

“Natalie?!”

Silence.

“Hey!! Natalie!!”

Silence.

Oh no. No no no.

Where was she?!?

“NATA–!!!” I clung to the fabric, struggling to lift myself up to stand and peer out.

I could hear the creak of a door, the rushed padding of hurried human feet on carpet, something being set down on the desk and a voice thick with soothing reassurance, “Hey, hey, hey… You’re okay. I’m right–” as she spoke, I finally pushed myself up and over the lip of the pocket, only to bump into the tip of her nose with my head, “Oh– Right here!” She chuckled, my face burned, “Hey there!” She pulled her own countenance away so she wasn’t quite so close. I could see now that the coat was hanging from her open closet door, facing towards her desk. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was trying to let you sleep, but thought you might be hungry. I was only in the kitchen for a bit.”

I sunk down onto the pocket’s ledge, awash with relief. The room was much darker than I’d expected at this time of day, but as I turned over my shoulder, the view through the blinds confirmed the winter weather was doing the sun no favors. No wonder it had seemed I’d been trapped in a closet, alone and forgotten.

But no. Not with her.

She’d been nothing but thoughtful.

I admit, I felt my stomach twist with embarrassment. I’d cried out after her like some frightened, needy, little boy. I hadn’t become that reliant on her, had I?

I caught a whiff of whatever she’d set down on the desk, and I perked up again. It smelled delightful.

She noticed this instantly, “You hungry?” As if on cue to her question, my abdomen groaned for sustenance. I wondered if it was loud enough for her to hear. I nodded in the affirmative.

She plucked me up and set me down on her desk with gentle ease, as she arranged my personal table and chair, turning on the desk lamp for better ambiance. She handed me the little plastic case that held my eating utensils, including chopsticks. I gingerly fished out what I needed, while she set the plate down in front of me, “Oh wait–” She paused, her fingers just letting go of the dish, “You sure you don’t want to change into something more casual to eat? Teriyaki will stain pretty bad…”

“I’m not a slob, Ms. Marquez. I know proper dining etiquette, I’ll be fine.”

“You’re too fancy for me, you know that?” As if her current choice of a ratty graphic t-shirt and sweatpants weren’t already a clear indication of this fact. I bit my tongue, deciding to spare her any insult on the matter. After a pause, she gestured, “Et voila! Bon appetit!”

Staying in the linguistic theme from earlier today, I see. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I remembered what Marianne had said to me: How I should confess my feelings to the woman beside me who clearly cared for me so much.

My heart was in my throat and my face flushed. None of that could actually be true. Could it?

I stuffed my face to avoid considering it any further.

We ate together for a few moments, while I tried desperately to appear nonchalant.

“So…” I jumped at the sound of her voice (so much for nonchalance), “What’s the verdict? Does this dish get the Xandy seal of approval?”

“I’m not letting you slip that horrendous nickname past me with the bait of a delicious meal!” I pointed my chopsticks at her.

“Eh, the reviews are positive, I’ll take it! Oh! By the way, want some more good news?” After the giddy rush of everything today, there was more? Baffled, I nodded my head, “I texted Charles while you were asleep–”

Oh. So you meant good in the loosest possible sense.

She clocked my disapproval immediately, “-Don’t you start. He said once I get through this last exam for the semester and break for the winter, he’d be down for that movie marathon he promised… Does that sound good to you?”

Hm. Be anywhere in the near vicinity of Charles…. Watch cinematic adaptations of the greatest works of literature of all time? The scales shifted back and forth in my mind’s eye.

I cleared my throat, “I suppose the human oaf could be tolerated.”

“Jesus, Alexander.” She shook her head, laughing, “Just… Don’t call him that to his face, okay?”

“I will make no promises. The scale of my insults will depend entirely on his behavior.”

“There’s no stopping you, is there?”

“Many have tried, yet none have succeeded.”

She rolled her eyes as she shook her head in mock disapproval, before seeming to remember something else, “Oh, he had one stipulation, though…”

Why ruin a perfectly good moment with a mention of that sweater-swaddled cretin? I couldn’t help but groan.

She continued unperturbed, “Oh, hush. It’s fun! He just wants us to dress up in theme, that’s all!” She seemed to cue off my arched brow, “And don’t worry, I’m not getting any harebrained ideas. You decide what you want to wear. I’m not enduring the wrath of Alexander the Terrible by forcing him into any more unwanted outfits. Even though—“

“Don’t say it!”

“I’m just saying—”

“Natalie Elena Marquez—“

“You’d make an absolutely perfect—”

“I will not have you compare me to—“

“Like, it would just fit so well if you were a—“

“-A hobbit!” I sputtered. “-An elf!” She exclaimed.

We both balked hearing each other’s answers.

I felt a warmth spread across my chest. Her first instinct was to characterize me as the balletic, poised, immortal and ethereal creatures of Tolkien’s creation?

“Nah, no way you’d cut it as a hobbit, they’re way too sloppy, food-motivated and chill for the likes of you. Huh, come to think of it, maybe I’d make a pretty good hobbit… Well, anyway, Orlando Bloom should be jealous of what those pretty, blue elf eyes see!” She winked at me. I stared back, dumbly.

“Who? See what?”

“Ugh, nevermind! You’ll find out soon enough!”

Oh, how I hated not getting an immediate answer to my questions. I sighed, realizing it was pointless to press her any further.

I didn’t dwell on it long, however, because, after the meal, we finally returned to studies and research. It was a blissful, quiet camaraderie as we worked away by each other’s side. I took breaks to pace and stretch my legs, quizzing her for her upcoming exam, until I was practically swimming in scrapped post-its, discarded index cards and old notes that were crumpled and torn.

Needless to say, we certainly had our work cut out for us.

Eventually, her fingers and thumbs dug into dry, weary eyes as she stifled a yawn. It was clear she was about to drop.

I, on the other hand, had energy to burn.

She left me to my own devices, placing my bed on the desk beside me, before collapsing into her own with a groggy “Night, Alexander. I had a wonderful day with you…”

“Bonne nuit tout le monde…” I replied in kind.

I had a wonderful day… with you, too…

I sat back in my desk chair. If I straightened my spine, and tipped my head back, I could just spy that mess of dark curls cascading over the pillowcases far, far at the opposite end of the room. As I turned, my pants leg brushed against a mess of crumpled and discarded paper. Humans and their messes.

My work had just begun.

*************

I must’ve slept soundly that night because when I was suddenly torn from sleep I was lying at an odd angle, almost perfectly diagonal in the bed, my pillow halfway falling off the mattress.

I woke up from something crashing directly into my face, tickling my nose and piercing my eyes. It wasn’t heavy but it was definitely enough to startle me. I tossed my hands wildly, trying to get whatever it was off of me.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen… go back to sleep!” A little voice hissed, somehow directly from above.

I was half asleep, barely listening and my nose itched and stung like crazy, making my eyes water. I couldn’t stand it. I shot up in bed, rubbing the tip of my nose with wild abandon.

“Wait, wait, wait…. D-don’t! W-woah!!” a little voice cried.

I snapped open my eyes to see Alexander, at about eye level, careening wildly, one shaky arm pressed into the wall, as he straddled the headboard, trying desperately to keep himself from falling down in the space between the furniture and the wall. As he balanced, he did his best to hold onto the plastic tape dispenser slung over his shoulder.

I gasped and sprung into action, hooking a few fingers under his outstretched arm and cradling his side and back. I must’ve bumped the headboard and knocked him off balance as I sat up.

The words flew from my lips, unchecked, “What the hell do you think you’re doing up here?!?”

“Oh calm down!” He spat, even while clutching more tightly to my hand for balance, as he struggled to swing his left leg to meet his right.

“You could’ve seriously gotten hurt!

“I’m not stupid, I know that! But–”

“I had no clue you were there! You were lucky not to fall and break your neck!”

“Yes, but I clearly didn’t and if you’ll just shut up for one–”

“Shut up? Not until I get to the bottom of this! What were you thinking?!”

“JUST LOOK!!” He’d finally gotten into a balanced sitting position, pushing himself up and away from my hand while emphatically gesturing with his right arm to the rest of the headboard that stretched out beside him.

Oh. My.

I blinked, finally taking in the full picture of what surrounded him.

Every inch on the top rail of the headboard was garnished with countless paper flowers, all different types, each made with intricate, precise little creases in the bright neon colors of my sticky notes, paper tabs and the black and blue ink scribbles on white and blue lined paper.

My jaw dropped. Looking down, I found the culprit that had jarred me awake: a little blue buttercup, no bigger than my thumb.

I scanned the headboard from right to left, taking in each tiny work of art, before landing back on the little man who’d made them.

“... Alexander…”

“I wasn’t done yet. I told you to go back to sleep. I was so close—” He sulked. Clearly disappointed not to get to reveal his surprise the way he’d planned.

“I… Um,” I struggled for words, overwhelmed by the kindness of his gesture.

“It’s fine, you can spare me the polite insult of pretending to like it. I’ll take them down.” Clearly my lack of response rubbed him the wrong way.

With his furrowed brow and crossed arms, he was a comical juxtaposition to the bright and beautiful decorations surrounding him. He batted at one with the toe of his shoe, coaxing it away from the loop of tape that held it in place.

“Wait, hold on.” I pinched his little foot between finger and thumb, he froze, meeting my eyes, “I love them. They’re beautiful.”

Did his face turn pink? “R-really? Er, uh, I mean… it was nothing.” I gingerly offered to take the tape dispenser from him, and placed it on the far side of the bed. He continued as he sat up and toyed with his starched collar, unbuttoned without the tie, “W-well, I couldn’t stand to go to bed in such an egregiously messy environment which you not-so-kindly left behind for me to endure. I had to do something with all of it. Besides, let’s be honest, you’re woefully unprepared for your exam, and despite all my best efforts, you might have to rely on the power of osmosis to absorb all the facts you’ve somehow failed to learn up to this point.”

It wouldn’t be Alexander if he didn’t find a way to toss in an insult or two.

“How the hell did you even get up here? And, dear god, please don’t do it again, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“I’ll go where I please, thank you.” He snapped. There was clearly no room for negotiation there, and I had no plans of fighting him on it, “But it was quite simple, really. I used your charger cable at your desk to lower myself down, got enough momentum to tip over the trash can along the way, and removed its plastic lining, luckily it was more or less empty. I climbed back up, gathered the flowers in the bag, took the tape with me, descended again, and crossed the room. I used your clock cable to climb up to the nightstand, unplugged it, tied a loop, tossed that over your bedpost, climbed up even higher, and my work was nearly complete before you so rudely tried to kill me for my act of kindness.”

“Oh my god, you did all that just to decorate my headboard??”

“Well, I suppose… in a manner of speaking… Y-yes…”

“And I just slept through all of it??”

“I’ve never accused you of being a light sleeper.”

“Ugh, guilty as charged!”

He sighed, annoyed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “N-no. I said you weren’t accused. See the joke was—“

I couldn’t help holding up a finger to the little man’s lips, “I get it, smarty pants. It was just an expression. Hey, come here, I wanna see something…”

********

In one smooth motion she held me about the waist and gently lowered me down to the surface of her pillow, her head soon joining me just a few inches away.

She lay there staring directly up above, admiring the view from below. Her eyes lit up with a kind of earnest wonder and innocent joy that I’d seldom seen in the eyes of humans.

I couldn’t believe as I lay there, peering up at my stupid little gesture, that I was actually giddy at the thought of making this human smile. My chest swelled.

That is, until those golden green eyes were locked back on to me, and I suddenly felt as though there was no room to breathe at all. Her face was only a few inches from my body, and I swear I could see myself reflected in her irises as she spoke.

“I wanted to see what it’d look like when I lay down at night. This was wonderful and thoughtful and beautiful and kind and I’m really grateful. Even if it’s just a passive aggressive reminder to study harder.” She winked at me, “Hey wanna do the honors?” She sat up suddenly, towering over me as I propped myself up on an elbow. Her hair cascaded all around her, enveloping her face so high above me. Her teasing smile brightened her face and shimmered in her eyes, all while I laid prostrate down below, so small compared to even just this portion of her.

Those same feelings that had crashed through my every nerve at the tailor’s shop, cascaded over me now and threatened to drown me. But before my idiotic state had a chance to be registered, she’d already lifted me up and held out that last paper flower to me.

“You okay?” Her voice bounced in my skull.

I tossed my head in a feeble attempt to clear my mind, before addressing her, “You place it whenever you like. It’s yours.”

She softened, “Thank you.” She twirled it in her fingers. It was no longer perfect after she’d batted at it like a feral cat, sporting a few dents and wrinkles, but it was still beautiful. “See? Mister ‘Oh, I’m not sweet’, this is total proof that underneath that grumpy facade, you’re a real softie!” She pretended to smell the flower’s fragrance.

“I am not! Like I said, if I want your help, I need you to pass your classes. I’m getting desperate here.”

“Yeah, uh huh, whatever. You’re a total softie.” She plopped the paper bloom,upside down, over me. The flower easily fit over my head and shoulders, engulfing me in darkness. I flailed my arms to free myself without ripping the delicate petals.

She giggled as she watched me struggle, until, suddenly that peal of laughter cut off abruptly, “Oh shit!” I peered out from under the flower, ice in my veins. What was it? What had her so worried all of a sudden? “Shit! What time is it? My alarm…” she carefully set me down on the pillow before leaping from bed, almost tripping over the tipped trash can, clamoring for her phone, charging on the opposite side of the room, “Awww, fuck! I’m gonna be late for class! Goddammit! First day I plan to show back up in person and I’m already late!”

Oh no. I’d done this, when I unplugged her alarm clock. This was my fault. I’d planned to return her room back to normal (as much as I could, anyway, that trash can was going nowhere without human help) after finishing my surprise, but that had all been thrown wildly off track by my stupid mistake of dropping the last flower.

Poor Natalie. She was rushing around, throwing herself and her bag together in a hurried mess. She left me the tablet (less ideal for my size, unfortunately) and took her phone with her, leaving me with a few light snacks (luckily none of them being those godforsaken prepackaged cakes) and a harried, “Thank you, you’re wonderful, sorry I have to leave you like this. See you soon!!” Before flying out the door and on her way.

It was only after I’d sat back in my chair, hearing the distant click of the back door locking in place, that I noticed she’d haphazardly stuck the final flower onto the headboard of my bed, still sitting on the desk, to my right.

I couldn’t help the smile that blossomed onto my face and brightened the color of my cheek.

The following days unfurled uneventfully, a blur of work and exam prep and delicious meals and nice-ish conversation, at least when she wasn’t making media references I couldn’t follow, or talking far too loudly and extensively about things I cared nothing about, or making a mess everywhere she went, or clicking that godforsaken pen.

On the day of her exam, I quizzed her as I shaved in my vanity mirror and she fished for a pair of matching socks (a challenge, given she never sorted them in the first place). Before heading out the door, she’d crouched at the bedside table, her eyes level with mine, “Wish I could take you with me. You could whisper all the answers in my ear.”

“How unethical, Ms. Marquez! I wouldn’t dream of it!” It’s not as though I fantasized constantly about being welcomed in those lecture halls like any human, “Now go. You’ve got this.” And with that, I shooed her off.

When she returned, a few hours later, she told me she felt confident and well prepared, thanks to me. I shuddered to think how it would’ve gone without my help.

The following morning, I awoke with a flutter in my chest.

Today was finally, blessedly, wonderfully, the day!

Yes, I had Charles to deal with, but I wouldn’t let even that unfortunate reality sullen my mood. I practically leapt from my bed just ahead of my usual scheduled time of 5:30. To my disappointment, Natalie was still in the depths of a sleep I was certain she wouldn’t wake from any time soon. Ugh.

I wanted so very badly to leap across the gap between the bedside table where I stood and the edge of her bed and bat at her face or hands until she awoke. The faster the day began, the sooner I’d get what I wanted.

But no. I should at least try to practice patience. I was a gentleman after all.

I busied myself by making my bed with military precision, readying myself for the day ahead. With my teeth brushed, face washed and shaved, and hair combed, I dressed in something casual: brown wool slacks, with a white button up, maroon tie and a matching brown, single-breasted waistcoat. With my morning routine complete, I sat on the bed, twiddling my thumbs, checking the massive alarm clock beside me (thankfully restored to its full functionality after the last incident). The crimson LED lights read “5:51”.

Alright, no more sleeping the day away. I’d waited long enough.

Slapping my thighs as I stood up, I tested the integrity of my bad knee. It’d be fine… probably. Leaning back, I lunged for the jump, taking a few running (more like plodding, with my poor, damaged leg) steps before plunging myself off the ledge. I was keenly aware of how deeply comical this would look to any human watching, as the gap was three to four inches at most, but I admit, I still breathed a sigh of relief when my hands held fast to the fabric and I pulled myself to safety over the ledge. At least the journey wasn’t much further now. Luckily for me, she was sleeping on her side, facing me, sparing me the arduous journey of climbing all around the undulating hills and valleys of the bed to have an audience with her.

On unsteady legs, I managed to rise to standing, not at all certain how well I’d manage to walk on the pillowy landscape of her bedsheets. My steps were toddering at best, but I managed to collapse against the pillow where her hair cascaded down like some strange and silent waterfall.

God, I am so small.

Her face, which cast a shadow over all of me, was mere inches away now, resting just above on the pillow’s uneven surface. Her brow was perfectly relaxed, her thick lashes twitching slightly as her eyes moved in her sleep. Was she dreaming? And if so, what was she dreaming about? Her lips, soft and coral red, were so close I could touch them.

No time to think about any of that. I had a human to drag into the land of the living.

Gripping fistfuls of her hair, I hoisted myself up. Immediately, she groaned awake, “Ow! Jesus! Alexander!” Her dark brows furrowed deeply as she hissed, but she never opened her eyes, “Why? Just… literally why? Are you okay? What do you need?” Her voice was hoarse, sleepy.

I was on my belly, precariously balanced on her pillow. “Today’s the day! Wake up!”

Perhaps one more good hoist would get me where I wanted to go.

I pulled, she growled.

“Stop that!” Eyes still closed, her hand raised from the surface of the bed and hurtled toward me. I twisted around, my heart in my throat,, to have a better chance at batting at her fingers. Unperturbed by any of my efforts, she easily hooked me under my arms between her finger and thumb and pulled me up the rest of the way, pressing me further into the wild nest of her hair, and now level with her shut eyes. I noticed she kept her palm flattened atop me, “What time is it?”

“It’s likely just shy of 6 am–”

“Oh hell no. Absolutely the fuck not.”

“But–”

“Nope. Charles isn’t even coming over until like 11 am. I know you’re excited, Little Nightmare, but please…”

“Fine. Fifteen more minutes!”

“Alexander,” Golden green irises, rimmed with red, snapped open, as she gently shook me, and pressed me into the pillow, “Let me have this.”

I huffed, crossing my arms, but I uttered no more protests. Satisfied, she closed her eyes again, before settling in for a second round of sleep. As she did so, she pulled me in even closer, where it was calm and dark beneath the canopy of her hair, the warmth from her skin crashing into me in waves, “Thank you,” she breathed, her voice groggy with exhaustion.

Dammit all! Now I was trapped, perfectly wide awake with absolutely nothing to do but wait. Why didn’t I just take the chance to shimmy down the table and cross the room to work while I waited? That would've been far more preferable to this hell that was her soft skin serving as a heated blanket with a heartbeat, and her remarkably pleasant aroma permeating my very pores. It was just torture to watch her slumber peacefully as she returned to a state of calm. When would this horror show end?

Rather abruptly, it seemed.

I found myself being gently woken up by a fingertip caressing my hair and cheek, “Hey, sleepyhead. Come on, mister, rise and shine. You’ve got less than an hour to get ready.” Had I slept that long?! I snapped open my eyes, finding I’d been transported from her bed to the kitchen, lying on that same cot made from a tea towel that I’d used before when sick with infection. It was the same spot where we’d recited poetry together and she’d discovered our shared love of those books.

Now, she leaned over me, and I propped myself up on my elbow, leaning to catch a glimpse of what she was making. I could hear the rumble of something boiling and the sickly sweet scent of something baking in the oven, “Uh uh, no peeking. It’s a surprise. Come here.” She reached for me, her entire cupped hand engulfing my field of vision as she plucked me off the counter.

“Natalie!” I spat.

“What? I don’t trust you not to try and look!” Eventually, she released me from my ‘blindfold’ of sorts, as she set me back down in front of my wardrobe on the bedside table. “Now, relax, and get yourself ready. I’ll come get you when it’s time.”

**********

I left him to his own devices, curious about just what he was planning to wear. I’d offered to buy him whatever he wanted to complete his look, but he insisted he had everything he needed at his disposal. I didn’t have too much time to ponder, though, as I had dessert in the oven and a boiling pot on the stove. I worked hard to finish everything to perfection, excited to see Alexander’s little face when I showed it to him.

I bit my lip just thinking about it. Little nerd. No matter how hard he pretended to be aloof, he was like a giddy kid when it came to these stories. I couldn't wait to see him experience them for the very first time.

I sweated over the stove for another half an hour, and was just placing the final dish, still curling with steam, on my coffee table, when I heard the tinny buzz of my doorbell, “Hey Charles! Come on in, door’s unlocked! I’ll be right there, one sec!”

I padded down the hall, ducking into the outer door of my bathroom to slip into my own themed apparel, before approaching the little man on my bedside table. I greeted him with a smile, and as he turned over his shoulder to greet me in kind, before knitting his brows together and scowling, “That’s what you’re wearing?”

Wow, judgy!

Clearly we had different ideas of what ‘in theme’ meant. Oh well, no time to bother with it now. Charles was waiting on us after all. I offered the little man my palm and whisked him away with me to the living room.

The second we rounded the corner, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Apparently, we all had different ideas of what ‘in theme’ meant.

Standing in my living room was Charles, yes, but he might as well have been going for gold at the Ren Faire costume competition. He wore the signature green cape with the leaf clasp, silicone ears, a cotton shirt with suspenders and mid-thigh trousers, a plastic replica sword at his hip and to top it all off, big, ugly prosthetic feet, complete with tufts of hair on the top. They looked disgustingly real. He stood there with his hands on his hips, “I thought we agreed to dress in theme! What is this?!” He pointed directly at my outfit.

I tried to defend myself, “What?? This is themed!” He rolled his eyes at my answer, as I doubled down, “Oh, come on! ‘That’s what I’m Tolkien About’ is hilarious!” My offending black t-shirt sported the pun in a white fantasy font, complete with an image of the famous golden ring on the top.

“It’s barbaric!” he countered.

“It’s lazy!” added Alexander.

Hey! Since when were these two teaming up against me?

“And what’re you wearing exactly? It looks like just a regular suit to me! What’s so special about that?” Uh oh, Charles didn’t know what he was asking for was he? Although, to be fair, I’d also thought the same thing. When I’d picked Alexander up he’d just been wearing another three piece suit. I didn’t see how that fit at all. Unlike my friend, though, I knew better than to point that out.

Alexander sucked the air from the room, “Excuse me? Unlike your cheap, plastic, Halloween costume, I went for something sophisticated, subtle and wholly unique. If you’d have bothered to actually look at the detail of my ensemble, you’d appreciate the layers of metaphor throughout my wardrobe. Or, I’m sorry, is your vision still impaired from when you earned yourself a blade in the eye?”

Charles’ face twisted with frustration, before he noticed my death glare, and stopped himself.

Emboldened, Alexander raised a cupped hand to his ear, “Oh, sorry, what was that?”

Charles looked at me, and sighed, his arms crossed, speaking through clenched teeth “... Nothing. Continue…” God, these boys were such nerds.

Alexander, a smug smile painting his lips, cleared his throat and began again, “As I was saying, this wool three-piece suit is a flattering shade of sage green, representing the Silvan elves of Lothlórien, my two-fold pocket square made of red and black silk represents Mount Doom, my slate grey shirt is a nod to the famous Mithril armor, and my golden tie, of course, a nod to the Ring of Power, itself. Unlike the both of you, I can manage to pay homage to this beloved franchise without dipping my toes in the cheap commercialization of your capitalist society. I am far more creative than that!”

“... This replica sword wasn’t cheap…” Charles grumbled, still obviously trying to keep it contained, “And I made the feet from silicone casts, myself. It took, like, 20 hours.”

“Well you should’ve spent significantly more time, or got someone who knew what they were doing!” The little man was drunk with superiority. Little bastard.

“Alexander” I hissed. This was not getting off to the right start.

Charles cut back, “You’re one to talk about creativity when you literally didn’t make a single thing you have on. You just slapped something together and then threw in a bunch of novice-level references to match!”

“Charles!” Was I hanging with friends or chastising two feral raccoons??

“NOVICE-LEVEL?!” The little man was clawing against my fingers now, as if he could somehow attack the larger man, even if he could reach him.

“Alright! Enough, you two! Calm the fuck down!” I pulled Alexander back to the center of my hand with a thumb and forefinger, before pointing at Charles, “This is supposed to be fun. We are having fun, and you get no say about it. Both of you, stop getting your nerd panties in a twist and grow up.” They both blubbered their protestations. I cut them off, “No, shut it. Today is special. We’re getting along, and eating all this food I fucking worked so hard on and watching movies and making memories. Got it?” I was about to pop a blood vessel by the end of that sentence.

Charles’ shoulders slumped as he acquiesced, sighing, “Fine. I’m sorry. Alexander? I’m sorry I got upset. Truce?” He crossed the room towards us, his false feet making a distinct squeaking sound with each stride. I bit my lip and blew air out my nose to keep from laughing. Those feet were awful.

My bespectacled friend stared daggers at me, I mimed zipping my mouth shut and tossing away the key, all at an angle that the little man in my hand couldn’t see. Alexander sat there leaning away from the bigger man’s offered finger. He twisted over his shoulder to stare up at me, as if to ask “Do I have to?” I raised an eyebrow. He deflated.

Finally, regrettably, he took the offered finger, refusing to make eye contact with its owner, “I’m sorry… you got so upset…”

“That’s not a real apology and you know that.” I pressed, prodding him a bit with my thumb. Was that a tiny snarl curling his lips in response?

“UGH! I’m sorry you got upset by the painfully honest truths I espoused. There. Can we watch the movies now?“ He let go of the finger and thrust his hand into his pocket, as if to remove any physical trace of the interaction.

“Whatever, man.” Charles sat on the couch, his mouth pressed into a stiff line. He fished in his bag for the box set containing the films, printed to look like a stack of books. I sat down beside him, propping Alexander up on his usual spot on the back of the couch, where he could be more or less eye level. “Good to know you’re so much better than us. I was actually really pumped about this, ya know? But I guess I’ll spare you any more of my embarrassing, poorly crafted props...”

The little man snapped to attention, “What does that mean? What’re you talking about?”

“Oh, it’s not that big of a deal for someone who’s so far above cheap, crappy merchandise. It’s fine. You’ve made yourself pretty clear.”

Alexander paused, pursing his lips, “W-well, what is it? Just so I can be sure?”

“Oh… Just replica rings with chains that I got for us. Just more dumb shit.” As he spoke, he revealed a silver chain sporting a golden loop which had been hidden beneath his shirt collar, as he fished for another, identical to the first, and held it out to me. Alexander locked on the prop replica with hungry eyes, going so far as to reach out and touch it, as it passed by him, tracing the inscriptions on its surface as it was exchanged from one hand to the next.

“I–I never said that…”

“No. No, it's cool. I wouldn’t want to drag you down to my unworthy level of nerdiness. It’s fine. I’ll just keep the scaled down one I made for you.” He patted his front shirt pocket, to indicate where it was.

Alexander’s jaw dropped for just a second, before he hastily covered it up with a facade of disinterest. The little man was caught in an impossible situation: he either had to admit he was wrong, something he was wholly allergic to, or go without this stupid little trinket he was so obviously enamored with. He huffed, brow furrowed as his mouth opened and shut, unable to make himself speak.

Finally, after a pause that lasted a lifetime, “OKAY, YOU WIN!!” I could see this was physically painful for him, “I got defensive. I lashed out. I was… I w-was…. I was w-wrong.” That last part was a barely audible whisper. His face was bright red.

“Apology accepted.” Charles turned on a dime, practically beaming, before reaching into his shirt pocket, and presenting the little man with the tiniest loop of gold on an even tinier chain.

The chain hung on the very end of his littlest finger, swinging two and fro, as Alexander gathered it in his open palms, his pretty blue eyes wide with amazement. Charles carried on, letting the chain fall into the smaller man’s hands, “I uh… I hope it fits. No offense but managing to close a filament that small was… uh… a challenge.”

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It was… less than perfect. The two ends of the wire that he’d attempted to weld together were uneven, with miniscule gaps between them. When I slipped it over a finger, it didn’t come close to staying. I pressed my lips together, holding myself back from saying something insulting.

“Yeah, I know, it’s… not great, but… I wanted you to feel included, ya know?”

My stomach dropped and I felt a swelling in my chest. This human cared about me feeling a sense of belonging? I slipped the chain over my head as I choked out a thank you, extremely desirous that we move past this moment, lest my emotions be exposed.

Finally, Charles cleared his throat, “Naw, but seriously, next time we’ve gotta coordinate better, because we all look like we’re going to three completely different events. Actually, scratch that, Nat you look like you just rolled out of bed!”

“Hey!” she scoffed, rolling her eyes, “Whatever, you guys insult me all you want, I’ll just keep all this food to myself!”

Oh, that’s right! The food!

I turned over my shoulder to take in the seemingly endless plates and platters of cheeses, breads, fruits, cakes, roasted meats, stews and soups curling with steam. My mouth watered. I peered up and addressed her, “This looks amazing! You made all of this?”

“Yeah, grew the grapes myself and everything!”

I furrowed my brow. I had no knowledge of her having a garden, let alone grapevines.

“I’m joking, Mr. Literal,” She prodded me with a thumb and smiled, “I bought all the produce and stuff, but the recipes are all my own. Hey, Charles of the Shire, cue up the movie while I serve us something to eat!” There went those awful squeaking feet as Charles padded across the room to her television. Natalie held me closer to her eyes as she stifled laughter with the back of her free hand. I broke into a smile myself, and shook my head.

When I raised my eyes to hers again, I felt a warmth spreading over my sternum, and realized she’d plucked my tie out from behind my waistcoat, as she massaged it with the tip of her thumb, “And, hey, don’t listen to him. I think you look very handsome in your nerd suit.”

Why was she doing this to me?!

Against my will, my face burst with color, and I squirmed with embarrassment inside her palm. She drew me even closer and I practically shivered.

She spoke in a hushed whisper, her mouth brushing the side of my head, “Still would’ve made an excellent elf prince, though… Just sayin’” With that, her lips pursed and she kissed the crown of my head. My whole body froze and I couldn’t mutter a sound even if I’d wanted to.

Just then, Charles finished setting up the movie, and broke our moment of flustered solitude. Luckily for me, he failed to notice my utter discombobulation and simply helped himself to the food before him.

Soon, she placed me on what had become my spot on the back of the couch, before serving me my own helping of everything I wanted to try. When everyone was settled, Nat regarded me with a raised brow and mischievous smile, “Alright, Alexander, you ready?”

I felt a rush of some indescribable energy course through me, as I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. I felt giddy, thrilled, happy. I nodded, settling into the soft curvature of the couch cushion, perched at shoulder height to the humans beside me.

And… The film began.

My heart thundered in my chest at the very first line of voice over. I couldn't believe I was about to see the stories I’d cherished for so much of my life displayed on screen.

Had I ever sat and watched an entire full-length film before? Not without peering over a shoulder or craning my neck to see only a portion of the screen. Certainly not sat comfortably between one shaky ally and another close… friend? Colleague? I hazarded a glance to my right, taking in that wild-haired woman, who could somehow make me tremble with just a soft word and meaningless peck on the head. Why had I let her affect me so greatly?

Just then, the screen filled with a sienna and black ink depiction of that old familiar map I’d poured over time and time again in the copies I’d read from as a child, “Wait! Pause! Pause the film!” The humans’ brows furrowed as Charles scrambled for the remote.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” Nat’s fingertip descended to my leg.

I nodded, dismissing their concern, “I want to check… for inaccuracies!”

“What? On the map? Alexander, it’s the same as the book, they didn't change it.” She reassured me.

“Have you ever known me to just take your word on anything? I want to look for myself.” I crossed my arms and stared expectantly.

Eventually she sighed, pulling the blanket from her lap and offering a hand. She walked with me up to the screen, where I could take in every detail. The truth was, I just wanted to marvel at it, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. At my command, she guided me along the length of the screen, as I took it all in. Eventually, I asked her to step back so I could see the entire image, as I ran my finger over my bottom lip.

“What is it?” She was impatient with me, I could tell, but it didn’t motivate me to rush in the slightest.

“The scale is off.”

“Well, duh, yeah of course it’s a different size, it’s blown up for the screen.”

“No, no, I mean the cartography. The relationship between things. They messed with the scale. I think of all people, I’m qualified to comment on size differences.”

A voice from behind us chimed in, “Oh my god, is he going to do this the whole time?”

Without missing a beat, as Natalie turned over her shoulder to address the man on the couch, we both responded with a resounding, “Yes!”

Charles groaned as Natalie held me up to her eyes, “Alright, Little Nightmare. You’ve made your point. You’re very smart and very nerdy. Can we continue now, please?” She batted her eyelashes. I sighed. I couldn’t say no.

We settled back in and resumed the movie. I admit, I gasped and stared slack-jawed as each beloved character appeared on screen, unable to contain my joy at seeing hobbits and wizards interact with one another. I clung to the edge of my seat as the action picked up and peril arrived for our protagonists. The humans beside me seemingly failed to appreciate my astute observations about differences between the books and film as equally as I was annoyed by their constant, loud shouting of lines from practically every scene, terrible accents and all, but we did our best to tolerate each other.

I found myself (completely by accident, of course) slowly getting closer to Natalie, until we were shoulder to shoulder, the fragrance of her hair surrounding me, as she absentmindedly, curled her fingers around my spine, rubbing along my vertebrae. I supposed I’d allow this unsolicited contact. It felt quite nice, if I was being honest. And, being curled up against her was much warmer than out there on the couch cushion all alone.

I admit, this position also gave me great cover to hide my blush when the character of Arwen first appeared. I held my breath the entire time she was on screen, hoping Natalie didn’t feel the need to share my embarrassing fiasco while high to her friend sitting beside us. I was luckily spared from more humiliation.

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The little spot of warmth he made against my shoulder made my heart sing. I loved that he felt comfortable enough to be this close. Just like with a fickle cat, I was terrified of moving in case he squirmed away again.

Even at this angle, I could still steal a glance or two at the little man as he watched. Don’t get me wrong, I loved these films, but the real joy was getting to see him experience it for the first time. His eyes were wide, his whole body fully engaged as he jumped, gasped, and laughed along. I felt honored to get to share this with him.

Then, one of my favorite lines came up, and as it was spoken, I realized what it might mean for him to hear it:

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

I stole a glance down, only to recognize a tight knit brow, shimmering eyes and a trembling mouth. He was crying. My throat tightened too, just looking at him.

Gently, I wrapped a thumb around his hip and across his chest, lowering my face so that I could whisper only to him, “... She’s fucking right, you know. Don’t you forget it.”

Instead of a snappy comeback, I felt a tiny squeeze around my thumb, and the thunderous beat of a miniscule heart pressed against my skin. He held tightly for a few seconds, and I swear I could feel little tears wetting the pad of my thumb, but just as quickly, he cleared his throat and wiped his eyes, adjusting his little tie and running fingers through his hair as if nothing at all had happened.

I let go and gave him his space, but every now and again, as I glanced back at him, I swear I saw him turning away, as if I’d almost caught him staring at me just a moment before.

We watched late into the night, snacking, laughing, joking with each other. Alexander wouldn’t shut up about his every little opinion about everything. Charles wouldn’t shut up about every movie production fun fact he could think of, just to compete with the little man. I annoyed both of them by interrupting with meme references that neither of them had even seen. Alexander spent time watching while perched on my bent knee, reclining in my cupped hands and even down amongst the food as he helped himself to fistfuls of honey cake while cheering on the good guys in the battle sequences.

But as we all got sleepier, he finally settled, curled up against my clavicle, his head resting against the curve of my neck as he nestled in my hair like it was a makeshift blanket. We fell asleep like that, while Charles stretched out on the remaining part of the couch, his head on the arm rest, those stupid fake feet practically in my lap. Right before we’d all fallen asleep, as the final credits rolled, Alexander sat up and, groggily cupping a hand to my ear, whispered, “Thank you for this, Natalie. I loved it.” That simple little thanks warmed my heart more than anything.

I knew in the morning, while recovering over coffee, we’d get down to business and talk to Charles about the case, but for now, it was time to conk out on this lumpy old couch for a few hours before offering my guest a pillow and blanket and shuffling off to bed.

I wondered if, as Alexander slept, he dreamt of monsters and mages and magic rings, or if those things paled in comparison to the dreams he held so dear that we were working hard to make come true. I supposed I’d have to wait till morning to find out.

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You Flatter Me, Doll

Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader

How I wish I couldn’t feel a thing in my body. My skin was buzzing with nerves. Today was the day I would be interviewing Elvis Presley. I have been watching him ever since I was a little girl. I’d met him once about three years ago at a little coffee shop I was working at to make ends meet. Though our relationship never went beyond those doors, there was still a connection between us. He was the reason I became a journalist. How I managed to land a private interview with him? I had no idea. But today was the day.

Warnings: about a 12 year age gap: Elvis is 34, so reader is 22 , if this bugs you, you might wanna move on for now! 🫶

70s Elvis / International Hotel Elvis

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“No! This is too simple!” I whined, tossing the skirt over the door. I watched as my friend, Minnie, pulled it down to return it to the rack. “This is Elvis Presley we’re talking about, Minnie!”

“You don’t think I know that?” She asked, tapping her foot from the other side of the door. “Don’t you think he sees enough wild lookin’ things? Why not try something simple?” She tossed a burnt orange top over the door for me to try on. I turned up my nose at the color.

“Min, can you find me this one but in white?” I asked her, tossing a sparkly tank top over to her.

“If you promise to try on the orange one.” She told me. I tossed my head back in silent frustration.

“Fine. Now get on.” I said playfully. I watched the floor to see her feet disappear and I was left in the fitting area alone. I bit my lip, looking down at the mountain of clothes strewn on the stool in the room with me.

“I don’t need to dress wild.” I muttered to myself, pulling the top over my head and tying the strings into a neat bow on the back. I brushed my fingers across the fabric, turning left and then right, looking at my appearance in the mirror.

“No.” I said dryly, taking it back off and returning it to its hanger.

“No?” Minnie suddenly said. I turned back to the door and hung it over the edge.

“It makes me look like a ghost.” I admitted.

“I found the white one.” She said, replacing the orange one with the new one she’d found. I took it and pulled it on, the roughness of the sparkles setting my skin on fire. “You do remember this isn’t the first time you’ve met him, right?” I nodded, though she couldn’t see me.

“I know, I know. But even still it’s been five years, Min. What if he doesn’t remember me? I’ve got to make a good second-first impression.” I told her. Minnie laughed at my comment.

“You are impossible.” She fired, throwing a black dress over the door. “Try this one.”

“You realize it’s probably my impossibleness that landed me this interview right?” I reminded her.

“Mhmm.” Minnie hummed sarcastically. I took the dress, giving it a once over before taking it off the hanger.

“This one’s pretty.” I said, unzipping it and slipping it on.

“Isn’t it? Oh, this goes with it.” Minnie said. I turned back to the door, hands struggling to zip the dress. She had laid a thick, shiny gold belt over the door.

“Oh, this just screams him.” I said, pulling it down and putting it through the loops on the dress. I fastened it and then looked up at the mirror, almost frightened by my own appearance. It hung beautifully just above my knee, the sleeves sitting neatly around the middle of my biceps, and the collar sitting just so.

“I think this is the one, Minnie.” I said. She clapped excitedly at my words.

“Let me see! Let me see!” She squealed, stepping back from the door. I pushed it open, putting my hands on my hips dramatically. Minnie’s jaw dropped and she hopped up and down excitedly.

“Yes. Absolutely. It’s simple enough but the belt gives it that extra flair. Perfect.” She said, holding my hands in hers. I sucked in a deep breath, looking back at my reflection. I saw a certain glint in my eye and it brought a confident smile to my face.

“This one for sure.” I said, heading back into the fitting room to change back into my own clothes.

“Do you think he’ll remember me?” I asked her, making it maybe the tenth time I’d asked in our time together. She groaned as I walked out, holding the new getup over my left arm.

“For the thousandth time, yes.” She answered, pushing my handbag under my empty arm.

“But I didn’t do anything that would guarantee that.” I complained, walking beside her to the register.

“Oh, and staying at the shop after close for hours on end talking about sweet nothings isn’t a guarantee?” She pointed out, taking the dress from my arms and plopping it down on the counter. The man at the register eyed the two of us and pursed his lips together before typing in the price.

“But we were just being friendly!” I combated, shuffling blindly for the cash to pay for the dress.

“That’s not what your average friends do, Sugar!” Minnie said, punctuating her comment with a short laugh. I shook my head, doing my best to hide the growing smile on my face.

“That’ll be forty-eight dollars please.” The cashier said plainly. I passed him two twenties and a ten, keeping my eyes fixed on Minnie.

“I don’t know, Min.” I argued again. The man handed me back two dollars and pushed the box that contained my dress toward me.

“You ladies have a good day.” He told us, turning back to face the register. I grabbed the money and the box, nodding toward the man and giving him a soft smile.

“What don’t you know?” Minnie asked, bouncing off of my previous comment. I tucked some loose strands of hair behind my ear, shrugging.

“Just how I feel about this whole thing.” I told her honestly. “I don’t even know if I have all of my questions fully straight.” She rolled her eyes and threw her arm across my shoulders.

“Whatever you ask, he’s gonna answer. So just make ‘em count, Sugar.” She said happily. “Either way, I can’t wait to read your article.” I laughed nervously.

“Yeah, I haven’t even quite grasped the fact that my flight leaves in about three hours.” I said, looking over to meet her gaze.

“Are you all packed?” She asked, holding out her arms to offer holding the box. I passed it off to her, pointing to it when she had it in her hands.

“All but that beautiful thing there.” I answered. She smiled widely.

“Can’t believe you’re re-meeting Elvis Presley in a dress that I picked out for you.” She taunted playfully, standing taller than usual. I shoved her with my elbow and we laughed, heading back toward my house.

—next day—

The sound of an exceptionally loud telephone ringing, reminding me of how I’d so crudely decided to wake up this morning. I rolled over quickly, picking up the cool cream colored phone and put it to my ear.

“H-hello?” I groaned, rubbing my free hand over my face and eyes.

“Hello, Miss. You ordered a wake up call for five thirty this morning.” The woman on the other end said. She sounded sleepy herself, but very kind nonetheless. I nodded against the pillow and exhaled slowly.

“Yes, I did. Thank you very much.” I said, forcing my nicest voice.

“Of course, Ma’am. Have a wonderful morning.” She said, just before the line went dead. Back to sleep the way I wanted to. But I couldn’t. I laid there, staring up at the darkened ceiling, mindlessly running my palms along the white down comforter. I could hear the sounds of Las Vegas just outside of my window, already busy in the early hours of the morning.

I sucked in a breath and sat up, the comforter pooling around my waist. Then I got out of bed, tossing the blankets aside and moving to the window to peel the curtains apart. I was hit with more neon than sunlight, but it would have to do. I started getting ready for the day. I showered, dried my hair, curled it, put on some mascara and lipgloss. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the bed, staring down at the dress laid out across it.

“Just go into it like he has no idea who you are.” I told myself. “Be professional.” I picked the dress up and unzipped it, draping it over my head and letting it fall however it pleased. “It’s not like this is the biggest moment of my career.” I lied. It was absolutely the biggest moment of my career.

I adjusted the black dress, zipping it up and feeling it hug my body nicely. Next was the gold belt. I thought back to an interview I’d seen of him earlier this year, mentioning his own gold belt. Only his was encrusted with beautiful gems and was metal. I smiled as I buckle my belt around my waist, adjusting it where needed.

Once I felt confident, I went to double check my feelings in the mirror. I brushed my hair over my shoulders, tugged on the dress, wiggled the buckle of the belt. Only then did I feel secure in how I looked. After that, I moved to grab my notebook and trusty pen, sitting down to go over the outline I’d written weeks before. My eyes danced over the words, confirming spelling and wording.

I tapped my pen on the paper nervously, chewing the inside of my cheek. My eyes grew heavy again, weighed down with thoughts of my restless sleep last night. The nerves of today’s interview shooting down my back, jolting me awake again. My mouth was dry and my mind was spinning. I stood from my chair and scooped up everything I needed, tossing it haphazardly into the crook of my arm. I fluffed up my hair, then was out the door.

I had meant to call Minnie beforehand, but there was simply no time. With the way my heart was thudding, there was no hope of speaking words anyway. I walked to the reception desk, taking in a deep breath before approaching the man sitting there.

“How can I help you?” He asked, keeping his eyes firmly on the screen in front of him.

“Yes sir, I’m interviewing Mr. Presley today. I was just wondering if you could tell me where to go.” I told him. He looked away from the computer screen, peering curiously over the rim of his glasses.

“Do you have credentials to support that story?” He said, annoyance dripping from his tone. I scoffed, knowing that something like this would’ve come about. I pulled them from the mess of items I was holding, proving my identity and the fact that I was a journalist. His eyes grazed over each and every detail before his demeanor softened.

“Ah, I’ve read some of your works.” He told me. I responded with a sarcastic half smile, the anxiety starting to eat away at me.

“Glad to hear it.” I replied shortly. “Now, Mr. Presley?” The man straightened up and handed me a small piece of paper.

“That’s where you’ll find him. If I say anything about, the top floor,” he mouthed before continuing. “you’d be surprised to see how many woman approach the desk after that.” He explained. I nodded, suppressing a smile.

“Well thank you for your help.” I said, readjusting my grip on everything and holding the little paper close to my chest.

“I look forward to reading this piece.” He said just before I turned to find the elevators for the second time this morning. I glanced down at the paper, worried if I held it out in the open too long, it would be read, and this interview won’t go as smoothly as I’m hoping it does. I walked and walked through a maze of hallways, taking one elevator, turning down another hall to find a secret elevator which would be the one to take me to Elvis’ floor.

My heart rate increased with every floor I passed. I couldn’t figure out why I was so nervous now. Minnie was right, we had talked for hours into the night, most every night, for a month. But then, as quickly as he came, he had gone. Neither of us seeing the other for five years. In that time, I’d become a well off journalist for various little printing companies. He had grown to be the star known as Elvis Presley.

Little did he know that he would be the reason for my choice of career. Maybe I was nervous because something in me wanted to tell him that. But surely he’s heard things like that countless times, right? I didn’t want to be another link in the chain. I wanted to stand out. To remain professional.

The elevator hummed softly, lifting to a stop. There was a moment of dead silence as I waited for the doors to open, revealing the first sight of something that I knew would change my life forever. But why? The interview? The paper I was writing for? Or because of Elvis Presley. The sound of the doors opening pulled me from my mind, only I still didn’t move.

I stood there, eyes glazed over and heart pounding. The doors started to close again, causing me to spring forward, jumping out of the metal box. As my feet hit the carpeted hallway, I heard something hit the floor of the elevator, making me look over. My pen had fallen from its place on my notebook. I reached out to try and grab it but the doors closed faster than they seemed to be doing all morning. Like they were taunting me.

“Damn it!” I whispered angrily. “As if I’m not already stressed enough, now I’m going to have to ask him for a pen.” I gripped my hair at the scalp before throwing my hand up and moving on. I looked back at the paper the man at the reception desk had given me, weaving around a few more corners before I was stood in front of a very fancy looking door. The gold accents against the navy blue paint calling me toward it.

I glanced down at the paper to verify that I was in the right place. I had almost hoped I wasn’t, so it’d buy me some more time to think about how it is that I’d landed this interview. Did he know it was me? No, because he doesn’t remember me. Right? My mind began to spiral again. I shook my head, moving slowly toward the door. The only thing keeping me separate from the King.

My skin was buzzing with nerves, every inch of me alive with anticipation. The air around me grew thicker as I neared his room, stealing my breath away. I laid a hand over my chest, fiddling with the dress’ collar. I clung to my notebook like it was the only thing keeping my heart from giving up on me.

“‘S fine. It’s not like you’re meeting the man who inspired and encouraged you to become what you are. No. Perfectly fine. He’s just as human as you are.” I muttered, attempting to calm myself down. With one last shaky breath, I raised my trembling fist and knocked. It felt like I’d committed a crime. How dare I knock on the King’s door?! But seeing it open felt freeing.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” The huskiness of his voice flowing effortlessly from him. “If it isn’t my coffee shop girl, all grown up and lookin’ like a dream.” Elvis was stood in front of me, wild paisley patterned shirt paired with black slacks covering most every inch of him. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his tanned chest. His face adorned with those purple lens, gold frame sunglasses.

My cheeks reddened at his words. That answered the question of ‘will he remember me?’. I froze under his gaze as he drank me in, pushing his right palm into the doorframe to hold his weight. He took off his sunglasses, putting one of the temple tips between his lips.

“Elvis,” I said softly, a smile creeping onto my features. “I wasn’t sure if you’d remember me.” I held out my hand to shake his. He took it, his hand warm and calloused against my own. I watched as he raised it to his lips, pulling the sunglasses from them, and planting a gentle kiss to my knuckles.

“Remember you?” He asked, stepping aside and gesturing for me to come in. “Honey, a girl like you doesn’t just fade from a man’s mind.” I smiled shyly, giving him a nod for his kindness. Though secretly he’d stolen my words away with his own.

I looked around, in awe of the sheer size his room was. It felt like a small house, decorated with silk curtains and shaggy white carpet. The furniture white either deep blue or dark red. The smell of his cologne and cigar smoke hung in the air, wrapping around me like a warm blanket on a cold winter morning. It was near intoxicating.

“How’ve you been, Honey?” Elvis asked, guiding me to sit on one of the lush couches. I sat, placing my notebook beside me.

“I’ve been doing really well.” I replied, picking at the tip of my nail. “I quit the coffee shop not long after you left town and started writing for this little local paper. Then after that I just sort of worked my way up, writing for different magazines. I did some editing work for a time.” I trailed off, forgetting my own timeline under the way he was watching me. “Now I’m here.” I finished timidly.

Elvis didn’t sit. He chose to lean against the bar a few feet away from me, crossing his arms over his chest. His head tilted downward and eyebrows furrowed, listening intently.

“Now you’re here.” He repeated. I smiled, reaching over and tapping my notebook.

“I’m here to interview you, you know.” I teased. He huffed a laugh, dropping his head lower.

“I know. But it’s been, what? Five years since I’ve seen your pretty face?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over his lips. I was melting under his gaze. I slipped my hands under my thighs to prevent fanning myself.

“Five years?” I repeated, pretending I didn’t realize it was that long. “Time really flies.” I cringed internally. His presence was so intense. Like a black hole, sucking me into whatever mysteries lie beneath.

“It does.” He said simply, his eyes trailing down my body. I shifted in my seat, his stare leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I stifled a proud smile, the thoughts of ‘it’s me in this room and no one else’ growing closer to the forefront of my mind.

“Well, should we get started? I know you’re a busy man.” I offered, picking up my notebook and placing it neatly in my lap. Though its presence there reminded me of the lack of writing utensil I had.

“Not today I’m not.” Elvis said, suddenly leaning off of the bar and moving toward me. My face began to heat with embarrassment.

“Before you sit down, could I trouble you for a pen?” I asked stupidly. He quirked a brow, a smirk pulling at that famous lip of his. “I lost mine in the elevator.” His lips pursed in an amused smile.

“You’d be surprised how many things I’ve lost in there.” He commented, moving away from the couch.

“Such as?” I asked, trying to keep the mood light-hearted.

“My sanity for one.” He told me, drawing a laugh from my chest.

“Impossible. Your head is screwed on too tight.” I pointed out. He walked back around to the front of the couch, holding the pen out for me to take. But when I wrapped my fingers around it, Elvis didn’t let go.

“You callin’ me stubborn?” He asked, his tone serious. His eyes bore down into me from where he stood. My jaw dropped, afraid I’d over stepped. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. Then Elvis let go of the pen, putting his right hand on the couch just inches away from my left hip. His left hand moved to my chin, his index finger tilting my head up. Then he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my left cheek.

“Relax Honey, I’m messin’ with you.” He whispered, his breath hot against my face. My eyes began to flutter closed, enveloped by him and his hidden intent. But then he stood straight again, taking his place on the couch beside me. I visibly shivered, his proximity now seemingly a million miles away.

“Alright, um,” I stuttered, poorly collecting my thoughts and opening my notebook with shaky hands. “I-is it alright if we start?” He gestured his ringed right hand to my notebook.

“Fire away.” Elvis told me simply. So I did. I started with questions in sure he’s heard a million times. How did you get started? Who inspired you? What do you hope to gain from your fame? He answered each one honestly, some answers I remembered from when I asked these questions five years ago. To which I would giggle and say, ‘oh, I remember that!’. Then I asked him about his residency and how that came about.

He sat across from me, his back buried in the corner of the couch, his right arm laid across the back of it while his right was on the arm, picking at whatever loose thread he could find. His left ankle resting on top of his right knee. In any position he was a sight to behold. But this? This. It made me dizzy. So much so, that I’d lost all track of the questions and spoke from my own heart.

“You know,” I began, fixing my eyes to the blurring paragraphs on my notepad. “I think it’s amazing how you make every song feel like it’s only for the person listening. You’ve got this gift, this way of pulling people in and making them feel seen.” I rambled, my words growing less confident when I turned and saw the way he was staring at me. “‘S no wonder the world is crazy about you.” That last part was nothing short of a whisper. Elvis laid his head back, his hair falling every which way, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Professional, I reminded myself.

“You flatter me, Doll.” He cooed, slowly lifting his head again. His lips curled into a devious smile. My heart stood still as he began to lean forward, dropping his foot from his knee and moving to sit closer. The memory of those chilly nights in that little coffee shop flashed through my mind, colliding with the intensity of right now.

“Honey.” He said lowly, leaning to set his sunglasses down on the coffee table in front of us. The way the sun was reflecting off of it hit him just so, painting this angelic glow around his figure. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth nervously, watching him as he turned his attention back to me. “Having you talking like you remember me the way I remember you… it doing something to me I’m not so sure I can fight.”

“Elvis,” I swallowed, nearly choking on the singular, but powerful word. “T-to be fair, I didn’t think you were gonna remember me at all.” His right hand found my left as I stuttered and he held it, making it almost disappear. He was warm and gentle, skin alight with passion.

“Nervous, Honey?” He whispered, lifting my hand to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What makes you say that?” I forced, the feeling of his lips against my knuckles different than earlier. Another kiss.

“You’re shaking.” He stated, brushing his lips across the expanse of the top of my hand, leaving goosebumps along the way. I shuttered, pushing my notebook against my thighs in a hopeless attempt to stay grounded. His lips trailed across my wrist. Then he turned my hand in his, and he continued peppering kisses along my forearm.

“Elvis. I-I’m supposed to stay professional.” I pleaded, tears brimming my eyes. But I did nothing to get away. No part of me wanted to escape this moment.

“If we were in a room full of press right now I might just agree to that statement.” He said, slowly pulling back from my arm. Then he let go of it, holding his arms out at his sides and looking around. “But it’s just you and me, Baby.” Elvis looked back to me, dropping his hands back down on either side of my hips, dangerously close. “Still care to be professional?”

My eyes darted back and forth between his. My body was on fire. I thought back to the coffee shop, images of our stolen glances and hands held a little too long flashing through my mind. Had this been what was meant for me? Achieving my career dream and winning the man that entered my life a little too soon? I wanted to find out and I wanted to find out now. I shook my head, jolting forward just slightly.

“No. I don’t care.” I said confidently. Elvis smirked and tilted his head a bit, leaning slowly to close the space between us. His lips were soft and welcoming, making me feel lightheaded. But in the best way. I put my hands on either side of his face, his sideburns tickling the tips of my fingers. He smiled against me and I smiled back. I felt his left hand rest on my right hip, keeping me grounded. Then we pulled apart and slowly opened my eyes, just in time to see him bite his bottom lip.

“Mm. Five years too late, Mama.” Elvis said, eyes flitting down to my lips before leaning in again. I heard the sound of my notebook hit the carpeted floor, signaling to the both of us that a different kind of interview had just begun.

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The kiss I mentioned in the middle-ish of the story was inspired by this beautiful clip right here!!

#elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis the pelvis #fanfic #fluff #love #sweet #short story #x reader #elvis aaron presley #elvis fans #70s elvis #i love him #i love this #story #original story #favorite #baz luhrmann #austin butler

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pedge-page · 7 months ago

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Imagine dad Joel knows some magic tricks and shows them to Sarah as a baby but as we all know , Sarah is a diva and not amused by cheap tricks . Now Ellie on the other hand is constantly shocked how well dad Joel does these magic tricks .

I fear Sarah might not be impressed with any of Joel’s skill and honestly thinks he’s a just some guy that does stuff for her .

Joel IS some guy that does stuff for her omg. Like even as a baby when he tries to make faces or tickle her, get all goofy and smiley trying to get her to crack, she just stares at him with a frown and raised brows like "What is this clown doing".

So he learns the quarter trick. Pulls a quarter from Sarah's ear like such a big mystery! And you're next to him like "OMG how did that happen!?!?!?" Trying to get her to be woo'd. And Sarah just rolls her eyes and keeps playing with some paper.

And then ellie comes along and Joel just idk , flips a baby bottle and catches it without dropping it and she's completely starstruck. And he finds ANYTHING he does and then reacts with amazement, she reciprocates with enthusiasm. So he brings the coin trick back, and Sarah goes "daddy I've seen this before" trying to act super unimpressed.

But Ellie is watching wide eyed, hasn't blinked once as she follows his fingers and then boom, coin gone! Where is it??? She's looking everywhere with him until--

Whoosh, it plinks right from her ear. She scrunches her head to the side and smiles, clapping her chunky palms together and urging and encore.

And then Joel is googling a host of easy magic tricks, practicing like 20 mins a night cuz he can't keep Ellie entertained with just the one trick. It gets to the point where you have to put on a magic show just for Ellie, ans you and Sarah begrudgingly also in the audience to help give Ellie the full spectacle.

Except Joel starts getting... really fucking good. To where even you are getting stumped by his little tricks. And little high head Sarah is starting to feel the amazement (but doesn't wanna give in due to sheer stubbornness)

#joel dealing with preggo wife #ask

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fangswbenefits · 2 years ago

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Hey girl Hey!

(more breeding kink shit cause you asked for it😈)

Let's say that sweet girl is in the cutest skin tight black dress that goes to her ankles and just fits her body perfectly and Miguel sees her, and he just knows she would have the cutest little baby bump in that dress... (mans is hard and needs to breed her NOW)

He takes me away cause ofc they are in public he whispers in her ear to meet him in 5 mins in the restroom. Okay what's this man trying to do now?

She knocks on the single door restroom. He opens it up slightly for her to get. And he's cockwarming just for her. She closes and locks the door behind her. and sits down in the arm chair back in the restroom.

He tells her that she's not allowed to look that good and not dress and that he needs to creampie breed her right now. Without a warning he lifts up her legs scoops her dress up to her stomach doesn't even bother taking her underwear off he just moves it to the side and fucks her of course she's already wet.

And you already know you she got them legs wrapped around miggy pushing him in further. Encouraging him she while looking up at him how he likes it she says "I wanna feel you come in me again.." he loves the way she talks nasty to him. But she's tells him HE can't come until SHE says he can.

Tits are bouncing , soft moans are being made ,skin on skin clapping he can't help it anymore. he tells her he's about to come. He pressed on her lower tummy watching his cock slide in and out of her. He says one final thing: "I wanna watch you as my cum drips out of your pussy. I want you and only you, sweet girl "

He kisses her forehead. Then She looks up at him while biting her lower lip and tells him he's allowed to finally come. She watches him as his eyes roll xposing just lost in the feeling of euphoria.

She felt him and it was warm. he watched his he pulls out, his dick all limp and soft. She gets up cleans herself off, adjusts her underwear and dress then says "well I'll see you out there...(lol) if you have enough energy for tonight maybe we can go around 2?" then she leaves so he can fix himself up XD He loves his sweet girl. ❤️‍🔥

It's 8:010am I woke up at 7:19 am. Had this on my mind and wanted you to read it! Love u Ruby and I love the new theme!!

(also I read more into breeding kinks/fetish idk the difference tbh so sorry if that's not how they kink goes 🥲but I'll read more into it)

Okay bye!! 🤪✌🏾

This was definitely something 🫠🫠🫠🫠

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾#sweet girl ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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loveronlineee · 3 years ago

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Classic Party Game (Spider x Reader)

Masterlist

Spencer “Spider” White x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Y/N and Spider get put in a closet for seven minutes in heaven

GUYS the Heartbreak High fandom is barren of x Reader content and I am crying. Guess I gotta do it myself then. I have not proofread this sorry if there’s a lotta mistakes!

Wanna request something? Look here!

“Your turn Y/N.” Missy cooed as she gestured to the empty beer bottle in the centre of the circle. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and gave it a spin. Everyone cheered as they watched to see who it would land on.

Y/N looked around the circle. She wasn’t too bothered with who she’d do seven minutes in heaven with. She was friendly with most. Darren, Quinni or Amerie would be best, being her friends. They could just chill and chat for the seven mins, probably catch up on some mid party gossip. Any of their current partners, situationships or exes would be awkward though.

Malakai or Dusty, Sasha… Ca$h would probably be chill.

The bottle slowed to a stop. On Spider.

The room was divided with the boys cheering for Spider and everyone else feeling sorry for Y/N. Sasha put a hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Y/N you don’t have to go in there with that creep if you don’t want to.”

“Uh these are the rules!” Spider protested as he stood up. He stepped over to Y/N and held out a hand, shot eating grin on his face. “Shall we?” Ant and Dusty continued to cheer and clap as Y/N took his hand. She looked back to her friends reassuringly.

“I’ll be fine. If we tries anything I’ll just knock his lights out.” She shrugged. The pair walked into the closet and Amerie shut the doors behind them. She gave Spider a hard glare before she did.

“You do anything to her, I’ll kill you.” Spider scoffed as the doors slammed shut.

“Whatever.” He muttered.

Y/N sat down, Spider copied. Luckily it wasn’t a particularly cramped situation they had been put in. They had just enough space to sit and have their knees touching. They reshuffled to face each other where they sat. “I wouldn’t do anything by the way.” Spider commented. “That’s fucked.”

“I didn’t think you would.” Y/N replied plainly.

“That’s kinda surprising.”

“You’re a lot of things Spider, but I don’t think you’re a guy who would force me to make out with you.”

“Bar’s on the fuckin floor then.” Y/N chuckled at that, making Spider smile a little.

“You’re not all bad Spence.”

“You think?” Y/N would never say it out loud, but she’d always had a little soft spot for him. Yeah he was rude and annoying, but under all that he was actually a kind person. It was just a matter of a waiting game for him to grow out of this young asshole persona.

A game Y/N was willing to play.

“Yeah you have your moments. Don’t let that go to your head.” Spider chuckled.

“You’re not half bad either Y/N.”

“Not half bad? I’m a fuckin saint compared to you.” The pair laughed softly, hearing the others continuing to chat and play music outside.

Y/N leaned forward, moving her weight to rest on her arms, one hand firmly planted on the carpeted floor to keep her balanced. The other went to hold the side of Spiders face as her lips met his. She held it for a moment before pulling away yet keeping the distance between them small.

Spider blinked in the darkness of the closet, processing what just happened.

“W-Why did you do that?” He mumbled, still confused. Y/N gave him a cheeky smirk as she leaned in close once again. Her voice a whisper.

“Because they’ll never believe you.” She leaned back to her side just in time for the closet doors to open. Amerie glared at Spider before helping her friend back to her feet.

“You good? He didn’t try anything did he?” She asked, worried. Y/N shook her head.

“No Am I’m fine. He didn’t do anything.” Everyone turned as the girls walked back, Spider a little behind them seemingly dazed.

“Oi you alright mate?” Ant quirked an eyebrow at his friend. Everyone turned their attention to Spider as Y/N and Amerie sat down.

The blonde just stood there for a moment, staring at nothing in particular before he finally spoke.

“She… she kissed me.” Immediate laughter and disbelief filled the room.

“Bull-fucking-shit Spider!”

“No way.”

“You think we’re gonna believe that?” Spider continued to try and make them believe but to no avail. Y/N watched, amused, catching Spider’s eye.

Her smile distracted him for a moment from the arguing. Such an innocent little prank she pulled. He felt the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

Why did she kiss him? Was it just to mess with him? Well that was definitely part of it, but didn’t feel like that was the only reason. In that closet for seven minutes, Spider felt different. Like he didn’t need his guard up like he usually does.

Okay fine Y/N, I’ll let you have this one. Letting you win might mean it’ll happen again.

#heartbreak high spider #heartbreak high #heartbreak high spider x reader #heartbreak high x reader #spencer white #spencer white x reader #reader x spencer white #reader x spider #spider x reader heartbreak high

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j6piter · 3 years ago

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Dinner's Served

warning — backshots, quick anal, mild biting, & creampie???

inspo !

‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

your hand swatted hard against his arm making him tackled you against the bed with his hands pinning your arms above your head and him straddling on top of you. the door of elliot's room opened and it was his cousin. "elliot, i'm making dinne- oh? am i interrupting?"

you swallowed hard feeling the heat of embarrassment of his cousin finding you in this position then elliot rolled his eyes playfully. "you're not, ___. we were just play fighting." the cousin nodded her head and hummed then her eyes landed on you. "you staying for dinner?"

she asked you as your head had leaned back some more to face her upside down while elliot's hands were intertwining your fingers indicating that he does want you to stay. "yeah." the cousin nodded then her attention went back on elliot. "dinner will be done in 30 minutes." she told him before closing the door shut and elliot having this devious smirk that he wonders what y'all should do in 30 mins.

"ellie, if you're thinking bou- woah!"

his fingers were at the brim of your sweatpants then you turned your head to look at him back. "ellie, your cousin is literally down the hall cooking and i don't wanna be loud." elliot let go of the brim then he grabbed his phone that was connected to the tv. "i'm sure music can cover it up and if it can't..."

elliot hovered over you and kissed your cheek as his crotch grinded against your clothed pussy making you both grunt breathily feeling his hardened dick. "..try your best to be quiet." you stammered under your breath that you don't think you could do that especially with elliot fucking you like an animal? yeah, his cousin finna think you're getting brutally murdered. elliot peck kissed your cheek again then your lips before he flipped you around and removed your sweatpants along with your underwear.

he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue to lick against your hole then down to your clit making you shutter of how warm and moist it was then his cheeks sucked in to spit on your pussy while his two fingers insert inside you. "hah~ ellie~"

"shhh, baby. remember to keep quiet and it'll be quick." he placed an open mouth kissed on your delicacy pink flesh then his tongue swirled around your hole feeling it clench each time, his freehand was palming himself then he stood up with his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "ellie~" you cooed lowly at him then you felt his dick slapped against your cheeks and down to your fat pussy lips that made your insides turn.

"so fucking fat and pretty, baby."

you whined lowly that this is so risky because not only the music is playing in the back, you know that he's gonna really into it and have you end up screaming. elliot squeezed your cheeks then massaged once more as his cockhead insert inside your soaking hole.

your hands instantly grabbed onto the pillow and smushed your face against it to avoid from being loud. "fuck~" he whispered a breathy one as he watched your hole swallowing him up so well but so tightly, he could feel your body shivering. his hands went on your hips then roam upwards to fondle your curves. elliot let out a breathy groan then his head leaned back as he slowly began to thrust, not caring that he didn't fully fit his dick inside you. "hngh~ hngh~" you muffled out feeling his fat dick stretching you out. you can heard the faint skin clapping in the air along with the squelches of your wet pussy was making then air forming out afterwards realizing you had queef.

you whined that this is so embarrassing but elliot chuckled lowly. "looks like your pussy is enjoying this risky quiet shit. i wanna hear it again." elliot thrust again making your eyes rolled back hard to the back of your head then another faint air released out of your hole making elliot sucked in air that it vibrated his dick. "mhm~ i love that shit, baby." elliot then smacked your ass cheek and you picked up your head to give him a glare but his hand went on your head to make it smush against the pillow.

"boutta fuck you faster, baby." elliot bit into his lip with his freehand on your hip along with the other one on your head as he start speeding up the pace, your mouth aparted to muffled a squeal that turned into a pitched moan as elliot's thumb pressed deeply down a spot on your lower back still thrusting himself into you. he then starts to get rougher making your eyes shoot open and toes curled up. "el- mmh~" you had picked up your head to warn him but his hand covered your mouth and started to pick up the pace faster and him pounding his cockhead against your cervix.

"mmh~! mmh~!" you muffled out as elliot bit into your ear making your eyes watered up with tears that his dick was abusing your poor g-spot "fuck, you feel so good. so fucking good." elliot left an open mouth kiss against your cheek then let out a soft moan against your ear after biting it multiple times which made you rolled your eyes feeling his cockhead continued ramming that spongy spot that was far up my cervix.

"i wanna hear you so badly but you trying your best not to moan is so hot." elliot licked your cheek then he stood up to smush your head against the pillow. you bit into the pillow feeling his hands grasped your hips deeply and rutted his hips so hard against your rippled ass cheeks. he let out a grunt then his head leaned back feeling your tightened gummy walls pulsed around his dick. your toes curled up as your nails dig into the sheets hard feeling his thrust gotten so deep and rough, luckily the music was playing because the bed was creaking and there was so much movements of elliot pounding that fat pussy of yours up.

"ellie~" you mewled out his name against the pillow as elliot bit down his lip again to hold back any louder moans that you sounded so sexy getting your guts pounded in. "shit~ you're gonna make me cum so hard." elliot breathed out as he felt your walls squeezing him down so right, his dick was starting to twitch.

"mmm~ baby~" your eyelid twitched as your face scrunched up that your walls were getting stretched every time he thrusts in and out, elliot groped your ass cheek to your hole taking his dick up so nice. elliot's lips aparted as his mouth salivated then elliot released a string of drool landed on his dick to make more of a mess. "fuck~ you and your fat pussy drive me crazy." elliot's hand went on your head and smushed your face in deeper so he can give you that stroke that'll be so deadly, your moans were hiccuped and it sounded like a scream almost.

"mhm~! just like that, keep making those noises baby. let me hear how much i'm pounding you fucking right." elliot bit his lip softly to hold back a whiny moan that he wants to release his moans so bad but can't. all he was letting out was groans so breathy and his hand groping your ass cheek as a way to let you know that you make him feel so good. "you don't know how lucky you are right now. so fucking lucky." elliot leaned forward and kissed your cheek then turned your head to give him a sloppy kiss with y'all tongue swirling around then lips connected. you both can hear each other moans wanting to volume up but kept it down to groans and whines that you both was getting close.

he then let out a pitched moan against your mouth that you and him cummed inside y'all walls without letting y'all know. "e-ellie~ did you just nutted in me without a warning?" you questioned him as you were panting then his lips kissed your cheek while he was chuckling. "yeah, yo pussy too good for my dick baby." he breathed out as he bit into your ear making you squirm then he stood back up sliding his covered up white dick out then he smirk slowly.

"el, you think yo cuz is do- ah~!" you covered your mouth and eyes shoot open feeling his dick stuffed inside your anus making your legs went behind up against his bare ass then his hands were gripping your hips. "ellieeeee~!" you muffled out a whine of his name then a hiccuped and broken up gasps let out of your lips feeling him grunting from how tight your anus was around his dick, his eyebrows furrowed that he was going to cum so deep inside you again.

"yeah, baby. keep making them noises. mmm~ keep making them." his hands then went flat on the bed near your sides as you felt his chest hovered your back and his dick so far up your anus, you gasped out a squeal. elliot lowered his head while his hips were rutting inside you seeing how creamy his dick was being coated then he gave you a hard deep thrust making you let out an agonized pain but mix with pleasure of his cockhead abusing a spongy spot inside your anus. "shit~" his hand then went around to feel your stomach and down to your pussy giving it some attention at the same time.

his fingers rubbed around your clit making your nerves act up and you shuttering with his nose smushed against your cheek, his aparted lips were on your jaw and his tongue licked a spot to leave a hickey down to the crook of your neck. "i'm boutta say fuck this dinner and have you my damn meal instead." his teeth bit into your cheek while he sped up the pace as tears streamed down your cheeks feeling your body getting sore up and your pussy done cream then second fingers he had stick it in.

"i'm gonna cum in you so deep, you want that baby?" he bit his lip then you nodded while still letting out moans. "do you fucking want it?" his hand wrapped around your neck making you whimper that your pussy was aching so much while your anus was getting stretched out.

"ye-es, i want it." elliot chuckled in satisfaction then kissed your cheek. "that's my baby." elliot stood up and smushed your face into the pillow to finish you off as he sped up the pace but it was slow then his head leaned back while letting out dragged moans. "fuuuuck~" he then shove his entire fat dick inside you making your eyes shoot open and nails digging into the pillow.

"mmh~" you sniffled as elliot panted slowly then looked down seeing your anus was too leaking out his thick creamy cum.

there was a knock on the door. "food's ready y'all!" elliot then had this burst of excitement that he couldn't wait to eat.

"ooo! just in time!" he pulled out of you then smacked your ass making you yelp.

𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬™

#dominic as elliot is a damn blessing 😩#black reader #euphoria elliot x black! reader #euphoria elliot x black reader #euphoria elliot x reader #euphoria elliot #elliot euphoria drabble #elliot euphoria smut #elliot euphoria x black reader #elliot <3 #elliot euphoria x reader #elliot euphoria #euphoria x black! reader #euphoria x black reader #euphoria hbo

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hugeswiftie13 · 3 years ago

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OK HERE ARE MY FIRST THOUGHTS FOR EACH TRACK:

Lavender Haze—SCREECH DELICATE VIBES. Literally tho, real rep vibes. Not her calling out the engagement rumors lmao. THAT ENDING THO

Maroon—LITERALLY WANNA CRY?? VOCALS ARE SO GOOD?? I LOVE THE DEEP REGISTER. also, tHIS BRIDGEEEEEE. needs another listen

Anti-Hero—so poppy?? But ALREADY SOBBING MIDNIGHTS ARE MY AFTERNOONS. HER DEPRESSION. THE IMAGERY IS SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE. ACTUALLY SOBBING. Like some kind of congressmannnnn.

Snow on the Beach—off the bat, inthaf vibes? WEIRD BUT FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. and she really had Lana in backing huh. BUT IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL

You’re on your own, kid—this feels like a hug from an old friend. I want to cry forever. he loves me not 😭😭 again sobbing rn. THIS BRIDGE??? HOW AM I EXPECTED TO MOVE ON. NO. IM STAYING HERE.

Midnight rain—is this the new ratatatatatatatatatyatya? A grower, methinks. But I love the midnight motif

Question…?—NEW SIDE. I REMEMBERRRRR. oof so sad 😭😭 bridge is not my fav tho. THE CLAPS AND CHEERS???

Vigilante Shit—literally she’s never made anything like this?? kinda digging it. Cowboy like me vibes. DONT GET SAD, GET EVEN. LATELY IVE BEEN DRESSIN FOR REVENGE. also nbnc vibes?? WAIT ARE ALL THESE SPOTIFY VIDS FROM THEIR OWN VIDS?????? TAYLOR??????????????????????????????? Ladies always rise above, ladies always know what we want???? A grower.

Bejeweled—GRADED ON A CURVE OOF I FELT THAT. Not my fav rn, but ok

Labyrinth—the breathing lyrics 😭😭 I’VE BEEN GETTING OVER YOU MY WHOLE LIFE??😭😭😭i’m falling in loveee again………..I love this chorus. I love these vibes. I love the airy sounds. tf is this new production at ~3 min?? BUT HER BACKGROUND VOCALS UGH SO PERFECT

Karma—LAUHEFRLTUIAEHFRILUWAEHRGLAE;RHTUG ITS KARMA OH MY GOD FINALLY. SPIDERBOY?????? what the actual fuck 😭😭 it is a track

Sweet nothing—softer. the end is coming. I’M JUST TOO SOFT FOR ALL OF IT 😭😭 gonna listen to this on repeat at the impending apocalypse

Mastermind—SHRIEK. I LOVE THE BEAT SM. THIS IS AN ***EXPERIENCE*** THAT I CAN NEVER RELIVE. This feels like such a classic Taylor song. THIS BRIDGE HAS ACTUALLY MURDERED ME. FUCKING TEARS. ALSO MACHIAVELLI NAME DROP GOTTA TELL (insert poli sci teacher) TMRW. SUCH A GOOD ENDING.

#taylor swift #midnights

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here4theheartbreak · 4 years ago

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Bewitched by Babysitter (NamKook)

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Relationship: Jungkook x Namjoon

Genre: smut, fluff | Rating: Explicit | Word Count: ~6.9k

Summary: Namjoon is a young, single father who is set up on a blind date. He needs a babysitter, and his friend knows just the man to help.

Tags: smut, fluff, getting together, dad Namjoon, college student Jungkook, dirty talk, bareback, rough sex, coming untouched

Dating was hard as hell. Being a single parent made it exponentially more difficult. Which was mostly why Namjoon hadn’t bothered to try. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He was lonely, he missed intimacy both emotionally and physically… But he just couldn’t be bothered. That and, if directly asked, Namjoon would admit that the thought of leaving his girl alone to go on a date was far more stress than was worth it. She was his life, and had been since the day she was put in his arms.

But Mingi was beginning to get older, and Namjoon knew he’d need to loosen that grip eventually. She was due to go to school for the first time the next year, and he’d still not spent more than a few hours away from her, save for when his parents wrenched her away for a grandparent play date.

It was his best friend, Yoongi, that had suggested the blind date. And the babysitter. Jeon Jungkook was a handsome twenty-one-year-old college student. He was finishing up his junior year, and Yoongi knew him through his boyfriend; Hoseok, who was a frequent guest teacher in one of Jungkook’s dance classes. So, he was an adult, responsible, and came highly praised. The date, on the other hand, was simply someone Yoongi knew. Minimal information, but he figured they’d get along and didn’t want to spoil the surprise. Namjoon would have much rather spent the evening playing games with Mingi.

But, if anything to appease his friend, Namjoon begrudgingly prepped for the date, cleaning himself up and making himself look quite presentable. He worked from home, and often forgot what going out clothing looked like, but a quick photo to Yoongi and a thumbs up emoji response told him he’d managed to pull something off. He was just applying a touch of cologne when the doorbell rang.

“I get it!” Screamed Mingi, who had been excited about the prospect of a new friend all week since Namjoon had broken the news. He rushed out behind her, his heart pounding in his ears. Maybe he’d hate the guy. A bad gut feeling, a drug smell, something. Anything to cancel this date.

Namjoon came around the side of the door that Mingi had thrown open. His breath slammed from his chest, the oxygen seeming to leave the room. Standing on his doorstep was the most beautiful man Namjoon had ever seen. He wore an open leather jacket over a simple black t-shirt. His jeans were far too tight (they were just right, who was he kidding), and had a perfectly placed thigh rip, revealing musculature that any man of their age group would envy. Heavy, flat soled sneakers and a perfectly styled undercut topped off the look, the neon red strap of a backpack visible over one shoulder.

“You must be Kim Namjoon.”

The boy’s voice was just as heavenly as the rest of his body. He lowered his gaze and grinned, his nose crinkling to reveal large front teeth. “And you must be Kim Mingi. My name’s Jungkook. I heard you’re in charge tonight,” he said. There was no hint of baby talk in his voice – in fact it didn’t change one octave, something Namjoon appreciated. He abhorred baby talk. Jungkook crouched down and offered his hand to her. Mingi giggled and shook it, looking up at Namjoon.

“I’m in charge!”

“Always, princess,” Namjoon said. Jungkook rose once more and stuck his hand out over Mingi’s head.

“Pleased to meet you. Hobi-hyung’s told me a lot about you.”

“Not too much bad, I hope.”

“Not a thing.”

“Please, come in. I’ll show you around. You’re right on time.”

Jungkook entered, stepping around Mingi. He kicked off his sneakers at the door and followed Namjoon through the house.

“The kitchen, you’re welcome to anything except the beer, of course. Mingi insisted on ordering in, so there’s a few menus and a card you can use.”

Jungkook glanced over at it and nodded. Namjoon led him down the hall. “Bathroom, Mingi’s room, she doesn’t need a bath or anything tonight, so no need to worry about that. Just make sure she brushes her teeth. Bedtime is at seven sharp, but she’ll do all she can to stay up later with more stories.”

Jungkook laughed a little at that, a bright thing that had Namjoon’s heart skipping a few beats. (He should really consider getting that checked out if it kept happening).

He led Jungkook out of the room and into the living room. “So my room’s there – it’s pretty much the only place off limits for Min when I’m not at home, my work stuff is breakable, so I ask that you keep the door shut.”

Jungkook nodded. He glanced around the living room and smiled when his eyes landed on Mingi, sprawled out on the floor. She was holding a bright pink and yellow Pegasus stuffed animal, making quiet airplane noises as she moved it back and forth through the air.

Jungkook went over. He set his backpack down and laid on his back, watching her.

“Is that the noises she makes?” He asked.

“It’s a boy. His name is Min Yoongi, like my Uncle Yoongi.”

“Ohh,” Jungkook nodded, “I’m sure Yoongi would appreciate that.”

“You know my Uncle?”

Jungkook nodded. “I go to school with his…” Jungkook drifted off, looking to Namjoon.

“With Uncle Hobi,” Namjoon filled in. Jungkook seemed to relax visibly and smiled.

“Yeah, he teaches me dance.”

Mingi gasped. “You dance? Can you show me dances? I wanna dance.” She pouted. “But Daddy wants me to be older.”

Jungkook laughed a little. “Well when you’re older he might be able to put you into a class. We can dance tonight if you want. Do you know good music?”

“Uh-huh! I love Crayon Pop.”

“Wah, Crayon Pop, they’re awesome!” Jungkook cried. Mingi sat up.

“You like them?” She clapped excitedly. “Daddy! He likes Crayon Pop!”

Namjoon smiled helplessly. “What luck! You two can listen to them tonight.”

Jungkook sat up and then rose, brushing his jeans off. “Any limits on screens or anything?”

“Normally, yes, but not tonight,” Namjoon said. “Figured, special occasion. Just try to make sure she only watches… You know, child friendly stuff.”

“I’ll keep a close eye on it,” Jungkook assured him.

“I should be home no later than ten or eleven. Honestly, probably not even that long.”

Jungkook shook his head. “Hobi-hyung told me a little. You’ve not been out in a while. Take your time. We’ll be okay here.”

Namjoon smiled sheepishly. “How pathetic, huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling self-conscious. “You’re twenty-one, right?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Ridiculous. We’re only three years apart. And I’m pretty much an old miser.”

“You are far too handsome to be an old miser,” Jungkook said, grinning brightly. Namjoon’s heart did that dangerous stutter step once more.

“I—Uh—Oh.” Namjoon cleared his throat. He hurried over to a desk and scrawled on a notepad. “My number is here. Feel free to call or text if you need anything, I’ll answer.”

“Of course. When do you go?”

Namjoon glanced at his phone. “I should head off now… I don’t wanna get caught in traffic.”

Jungkook nodded. He shrugged off his jacket and laid it over the arm of the couch. Namjoon’s breathing, once again, cut off at the sight of the muscles in his forearms. He looked strong… And fit…

Jungkook cleared his throat, and Namjoon looked up, his eyes widening at being caught staring. He turned quickly and scooped Mingi up. “Daddy’s gonna go now, okay?”

“Can we really order takeout?”

Namjoon nodded. “Yep, just let Jungkook know when you’re hungry.” She wiggled a little in Namjoon’s arms to look at Jungkook.

“I’m hungry!”

Jungkook grinned. “As soon as your Daddy leaves we’ll order. Maybe you could talk me into dessert.” He winked in mock sneakiness, and Mingi’s eyes widened. She giggled behind her hands and did her best to wink back, blinking both eyes instead.

Namjoon’s heart squeezed. He was great with her. He kissed Mingi’s cheek and set her down. “Behave for Jungkook, okay?”

“I promise!”

Namjoon pulled on his jacket and hunted for his wallet. “Like I said, call if you need anything,” he said.

Jungkook rushed forward, grabbing it from a nearby table and passing it to Namjoon. “You look great. She’s gonna be blown away tonight,” Jungkook said, straightening the collar of Namjoon’s coat.

“Thank you. See you later.” He waved to Mingi as he tugged on his shoes. He took a moment to glance back before hurrying out, knowing that if he didn’t leave that moment, he wouldn’t go at all.

The thing about blind dates was that they always had the chance of failure. About a hundred things could potentially go wrong. The most glaring issue, of course, is simple lack of compatibility. Which, unfortunately for Namjoon, was becoming the apparent issue with this one.

Bora was a lovely woman, she honestly was. And Namjoon understood right away why Yoongi thought they’d work well together. Bora was as smart as a whip, and devastatingly funny. She was beautiful as well, and clearly had a good head on her shoulders. But something was off. Namjoon couldn’t put his finger on it. Their personalities worked, and he was sure they’d be great friends, but there was simply no spark there. More than once he found his mind wandering as she spoke, and he caught her wandering just as frequently. He was grateful when his phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.

“Oh, excuse me. This is likely my sitter. I need to use the restroom anyway.” he said. Once she nodded, looking just as grateful as he did for the break, Namjoon rose and headed toward the bathroom. Near to it, he tapped open his phone and clicked the text.

‘Miss Mingi insisted that I send you and Hobi-hyung this for your formal critique, Mr.Kim.’ Attached was a video. Namjoon’s brows furrowed as he pressed play. It was filmed in his living room, the phone propped up on his couch, if he wasn’t mistaken. Jungkook backed up and pressed play on the YouTube video paused on the television. Immediately a cheery song drifted from the speakers, one Namjoon knew well – Bar Bar Bar, from Crayon Pop. Mingi and Jungkook stood side by side, facing the camera. He looked at her and counted softly. On one, they began doing the choreography to the music. Jungkook’s moves were smooth and obviously practiced. Mingi was a little less cohesive, often losing her place and looking to Jungkook for guidance. He kept an eye on her, helping her catch up by exaggerating the moves when she’d get lost. Mingi’s laughter covered the sound of the music as she caught on, bouncing to the bright beat. Jungkook was grinning broadly, visible even from the distance of the camera.

When the video ended, Namjoon blinked, surprised to find his eyes had watered. He wasn’t an extremely emotional man – even with his daughter… But there was something about it. His heart clenched when he scrolled back in the video. He paused it at a perfect moment. Mingi was looking up at Jungkook, her eyes wide and adoring. Jungkook was looking down, his expression filled with an equal amount of adoration.

Namjoon blinked quickly to clear his vision, sniffing. He tapped out a response.

‘100 out of 100 for Miss Mingi. 90 out of 100 for Mr. Jeon – your form was off for 0.005 seconds ;)’

Namjoon slipped into the bathroom, taking a moment to collect himself before heading back out to the table with Bora.

On the way his phone buzzed once more, and he couldn’t resist checking it.

‘I call a biased judging! But she’s adorable, so it can slide :D’

Namjoon chuckled and slid his phone into his pocket as he sat down.

“Everything okay?” Bora asked.

“Yeah, just my sitter checking in.”

Bora sighed, folding her hands neatly over her nearly empty plate. “Tonight has been nice, Namjoon-ssi… But I think you and I both can sense it’s not going anywhere. At least not… Where we’d like it to go.”

Namjoon’s shoulders slumped. He nodded, hanging his head. “I’m sorry. I feel bad, I wanted to make it work.”

Bora reached over, setting her hand over his. “It’s not your fault, or mine. Sometimes these things just don’t work. You are a lovely man, and your daughter sounds like an angel. Someone will be very lucky to finally call you theirs.”

“You too, Bora.” Namjoon squeezed her hand gently. “Yoongi was right, you are amazing. I would like to be friends, if you want.”

She beamed. “I’d enjoy that. So see, the night was not lost. We’ve made new friends.”

Namjoon nodded, smiling softly. “You are right.” He reached up, calling for the check. “Do you have a way home? We can share a car.”

“No, I have my roommate coming to pick me up in a while. I had a feeling we may end things early.”

“Understandable.”

“Do you want a ride?”

“No, I’ll take a car. I need to stop and get cash for Jungkook anyways.”

Namjoon took the bill gratefully and handed over his card to the server.

When it was returned, Namjoon rose, helping Bora into her jacket and standing out with her until her friend came. She kissed his cheek. “Thank you for dinner.”

“Thank you for sharing it with me.” He smiled softly and waved, watching as the car drove off. He called a car for himself, leaning against a nearby light pole. As he waited, he found himself watching the video Jungkook had sent a few more times, his heart seeming to clench uncomfortably each time.

The man was unbearably beautiful. And so good with Mingi, Namjoon had never seen someone so naturally good with children. And Mingi’s adoration was clear – she was quite fond of Jungkook already. He would need to have Jungkook over more often. Not even as a sitter, perhaps for dinner one night. He wanted to get to know the boy more himself, if he was being honest.

Namjoon let his mind wander, and it drifted almost naturally to Jungkook. His body – his smile.

He wondered what the boy’s story was, where he was from, why he wanted to dance. What he did for fun… If he had a partner… Namjoon knew it was a dangerous line of thinking, but he couldn’t help it. He climbed into the car once it arrived, gazing out the window as they wove through the traffic toward his part of the city.

The house was quiet when Namjoon entered, and only the hallway light was on. He scowled, looking around. The remains of dinner in the trash, a receipt on the counter… Jungkook’s bag unzipped on the couch, a few books sticking out. Namjoon resisted the urge to snoop. He walked quietly down the hall, peeking into Mingi’s room.

She was curled up in her bed, arms wrapped in a stranglehold around her little Pegasus as she slept. Jungkook was also in her room. He was sprawled out on the floor, using one of Mingi’s stuffed puppies as a pillow. A textbook and notebook were open to his right, a pencil rolled a few feet away. Chemistry, if Namjoon’s eyes served him correctly. One of Mingi’s storybooks was open to Jungkook’s left. His eyes were shut, plush lips parted as he snored softly.

Namjoon snuck in as quietly as he could, picking up the pencil and carefully shutting the text book. He scooped it up before reaching out and shaking Jungkook lightly.

Jungkook snorted and shifted, blinking tiredly. He looked up and his eyes widened. He scrambled to his feet, bowing low.

“Sorry—” He whispered.

“Don’t worry about it,” Namjoon responded in a quiet voice He beckoned Jungkook out of the room and shut Mingi’s door.

“What time did she go down?” Namjoon asked, handing Jungkook’s school supplies back to him as they walked back into the living room.

“A little before I sent you that video. We were busy so I didn’t have a chance to send it before.”

Namjoon nodded. He flipped on the living room light and leaned on the wall, watching Jungkook pack up his backpack.

“You are great with her. Do you have siblings?”

“An older brother, none younger. I’ve just always really liked kids. I help out at the local dance studio when I can, working with five to seven year olds.”

“The one a few blocks away from the college?”

Jungkook nodded. “That’s the one Hoseok told me to enroll Mingi in.”

“Honestly, if I’m not speaking out of turn, the girl has a lot of natural talent. You’d do well to let her nurture it.”

“I’ve thought of it. I’m just…” Namjoon chuckled, “Over protective.”

Jungkook nodded, He sat down on the couch. “Can I ask a personal question?”

“Sure.” Namjoon sat down with him.

“Hobi-hyung told me you were young, and a single father. But you aren’t much older than me. Mingi is school age. What… Happened?”

Namjoon smiled. “When I was a sophomore in college, I hooked up with a kind freshman. She was pre-law, on a scholarship, had a bright future. I was a jackass rich kid who thought I owned the world. We had sex, and the condom broke.” He shrugged. “I knew it was my responsibility too. Having a baby and raising it would have ruined her life. She didn’t want that. So I took responsibility. I offered to help her through the pregnancy, and then when the child was born I’d take full custody.”

“So she’s not in the picture at all?”

“We’re still friends, and she does know Mingi. But she isn’t a mother. Some people just aren’t meant to be parents, and she is one of them, we both know it. I, on the other hand… Have always wanted to be a dad. I just got my wish a few years sooner than planned.”

“So you’re… Only what, Hobi-hyung’s age?”

Namjoon nodded. “We’re the same year, yeah. A few years older than you.”

“You’re so mature and put together.” Jungkook looked around. “I’d kill to be this set up when I’m in my early twenties.”

“It can happen. Just takes dedication.”

“So how did your date go?” Jungkook suddenly asked. He stretched out and lifted his arms, baring his tight stomach for a moment. Not that Namjoon was looking…

“Wh—” Namjoon looked back up to Jungkook’s face. “Oh, uh, yeah, it didn’t go well. She was nice, but…”

“Not compatible.”

“Right.”

Jungkook nodded. “That’s too bad,” he said softly, looking down at his lap.

“Why?” “Well… If it didn’t work out, there’s no more need for a babysitter. I was kinda hoping to come over more to watch Mingi and see… You.”

Jungkook met Namjoon’s gaze, smiling a little. “She must have been blind. You’re a stunning man.”

Namjoon chuckled. “Thank you for the praise, Jungkook. But it was just our personalities, really.”

“Well still. She’s missing out.”

“Just because I don’t have another date with her doesn’t mean I won’t need a sitter. Especially one as good with Mingi and as kind… Maybe I’ll find more time to go out.”

“Or you could stay in,” Jungkook offered. “And just have me over… To hang out.”

Namjoon remained silent. He met Jungkook’s gaze, a little surprised to see his expression had darkened to something far more… Primal. Namjoon’s stomach knotted.

“Jungkook—"

“I like you. I did the second you opened that door. You’re handsome and mature and a good parent. You seem like the kind of man that knows what he wants… And goes and gets it.”

The spit in Namjoon’s mouth seemed to dry up all at once. “I—I suppose that’s been said.”

“So why are you hesitating?”

Namjoon tilted his head a little, unsure what Jungkook was implying.

“It’s okay, you know,” Jungkook said softly.

“What is?”

Jungkook smirked. He leaned a little closer to Namjoon. “That you wanna fuck the babysitter.”

Namjoon yelped, jumping to his feet, his eyes widening. “What?!”

Jungkook covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle his laughter to no avail. He looked pointedly at Namjoon’s crotch, not moving from the couch.

Namjoon scowled and looked down. Much to his surprise, he realized his slacks, which fit far too tightly anyways, were beginning to tent with the half-erection he’d gotten. Half hard just from sitting next to a handsome man, what was he, a teenager? Namjoon covered his crotch quickly. “That’s not— I mean, I’m not a pervert, I—“

“You what?” Jungkook pressed. “Weren’t picturing me naked?”

Namjoon’s silence seemed to give Jungkook the answer he needed. He rose, stepping toward Namjoon. “It’s a normal fantasy, I suppose. A single parent... A young, handsome man. A big empty bed...” He pushed Namjoon’s hands away from his crotch and cupped the bulge, a smirk on his pretty mouth.

Namjoon’s eyes rolled back. He could feel his cock hardening further, and Jungkook gave a tentative stroke, sending sparks up his spine.

“It’s big,” he cooed. “I’ll say it again, Mr.Kim...” He moved closer, pressing his lips against Namjoon’s neck before moving to his ear. “Do you wanna fuck your babysitter?”

Namjoon gave a strained groan before nodding quickly.

“I want you too, sir,” Jungkook responded. Namjoon’s cock twitched in Jungkook’s hand. The way he loved being called that.

“I don’t get many men to fuck me good and hard... They make me top, usually. Do you want to fuck my ass? Bend me over and make sure I remember you tomorrow?”

“Jungkook—“

“Take me to bed, Mr. Kim.”

“Call me Namjoon, please—“

“I will... But wouldn’t you prefer sir?”

Namjoon moaned brokenly. He grabbed Jungkook’s hair and yanked his head back, pressing their lips together hard. Jungkook sighed contentedly against Namjoon’s mouth. He twisted his hips forward, and Namjoon could feel Jungkook’s cock growing hard in his jeans. Namjoon broke the kiss quickly and dragged him toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut before shoving him onto his back onto the bed.

Jungkook giggled, biting his bottom lip. He looked up at Namjoon, reaching down to undo his jeans. Namjoon crawled over him, catching his mouth in another kiss. He pushed Jungkook’s hands out of the way and undid the zipper himself, reaching in to stroke Jungkook’s cock through his boxers.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Jungkook muttered against his mouth.

“Do you want it?” Namjoon worried, pressing kisses over his cheek and jaw.

“I do. I wanted to kiss you from the moment I met you,” Jungkook admitted. He slid his hands over Namjoon’s shoulders and then around, undoing the buttons on his shirt. “You looked so nice dressed up. You smelled so good. I was a bit jealous.”

Namjoon lifted his head, meeting Jungkook’s gaze. “Jealous?”

“Mhm… That I was the babysitter… And you were going out with someone else.” He pushed his shirt open and leaned up, kissing Namjoon’s bare chest. He bit down lightly on Namjoon’s nipple. The surprise pleasure-pain of it twisted Namjoon’s stomach into little knots, his balls drawing up as his cock twitched.

Jungkook laid back and bucked his hips, his eyelids fluttering shut when his bulge rubbed over Namjoon’s thigh.

“Get these clothes off before I rip them off,” Namjoon huffed. He rose and stripped out of his own clothing quickly, his hands shaking as he fought with his belt. Jungkook stripped far more slowly, taking his time to peel his clothing off. Namjoon knew it was on purpose – and it was working – each inch of skin the handsome man revealed had his brain that much closer to short circuiting.

When Jungkook was naked, he got up from the bed and then sank to his knees in front of Namjoon, reaching up to pull his boxers down. Namjoon’s vision blurred a little as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Jungkook’s breath was hot against the sensitive skin of his shaft. He grinned up at him.

“Want me to suck your cock, sir?” He purred. Namjoon may have forgotten how to swallow.

His throat clicked and he nodded, not trusting his voice.

Jungkook laughed a little. He stroked Namjoon gently a few times before wrapping his lips around his tip. His mouth was warm and soft. It sent all sorts of tingles through Namjoon’s body.

“Oh, Jungkook…” He sighed softly, letting his hand rest lightly on Jungkook’s head. His hair was silky smooth, and Namjoon couldn’t resist running his fingers through it. Jungkook rolled his eyes up, meeting Namjoon’s gaze as he moved forward, taking more of his cock into his mouth. He sucked almost cautiously, huffing a quiet laughing sound through his nose when Namjoon shivered. Another suck, a little harder, and his tongue slid flatly over the underside of the tip.

“Your mouth,” Namjoon groaned, reaching back to steady himself with the nightstand.

Jungkook pulled off with a pop.

“Maybe you should sit.”

“Maybe I should just fuck you,” Namjoon suggested instead, pulling Jungkook up and kissing him deeply. He reached around, squeezing his ass before spreading it, and letting his finger slide over Jungkook’s tight hole.

Jungkook giggled against his mouth, breaking the kiss and blinking at him with almost an innocence.

“You want to fuck me bad, huh?” He purred, sliding his hands over Namjoon’s chest. Namjoon nodded. Jungkook crawled onto the bed. “Do you have lube? I can give you a show...” He spread his legs open and slid his hands down his inner thighs.

“You know... Next time.”

Namjoon grabbed Jungkook’s ankles and twisted his legs over one another. Jungkook got the picture and flipped onto his belly. Namjoon lifted his hips as he crawled onto the bed, spreading his ass open.

Jungkook was shaved smooth and clean around his hole, the skin looking delectably soft.

Namjoon thumbed his hole. “God, you’re gonna be so tight on my dick...”

“I like it tight,” Jungkook panted against the pillow. “I like the stretch.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Namjoon held his ass open and spat. He leaned down, catching the spit with his tongue and lapping wetly over Jungkook’s hole. He tasted like fresh soap and something distinctly him. Namjoon could get addicted.

He immediately began to work his tongue against the tight rim, pausing to lick wet stripes over his ass and balls, massaging his rim with his fingers until it finally began to relax. He picked up a rhythm and pattern with his tongue and fingers, starting to slip more easily into Jungkook’s hole. Namjoon pulled back, scissoring his fingers. Jungkook was gripping the pillow moaning and gasping into it. His hips were raised just enough for the tip of his cock to bump the bed when he moved. A dark streak of precome told Namjoon his sweet new bed mate was trying desperately to hump the bed.

Endearing, really. Namjoon lifted Jungkook’s hips higher, removing the stimulation against his ruddy, hard cock tip.

Jungkook whimpered, looking back. His cheeks were pink, sweat dotting his forehead and plastering a few strands of hair down.

“Please—“

Namjoon reached between his legs, giving his cock a few firm tugs. As he did, he drove his tongue back up Jungkook’s ass, smirking as the inner muscle reluctantly gave way.

Jungkook grunted into the pillow, jerking forward.

“Please!” He sobbed, his voice muffled. Perfect.

Namjoon rose and laid over Jungkook, letting his cock nestle between Jungkook’s perky ass cheeks. He kissed over his shoulder as he reached out for the lube, tucked into his top drawer.

“I bet I could make you squirt from eating you out,” he whispered. Maybe I should have you ride my face. Come all over yourself with just my tongue up your tight little ass.”

Jungkook sobbed brokenly.

“No, please—“ He gasped. “Need your cock, sir, please.”

“I know you do, Jungkookie. Just relax. I’ll give it to you.”

Namjoon kissed his cheek and rose back on his knees. He added lube to Jungkook’s hole, and then his own cock. He lined his tip up, taking a moment to appreciate the scene. His babysitter - a young man he’d just met... So fucking handsome. So fucking eager to take his dick. He was definitely making the most of this.

Jungkook screamed into the pillow when Namjoon slid his cock in, stretching him open. He was impossibly tight, even with preparation. Jungkook reached back, holding his ass open. Namjoon took advantage, working more of his cock in. He could see the stretch of Jungkook’s rim, and the way his fingers bit into his plump ass cheeks. His cock was girthy all the way down as he pushed it into Jungkook, rock solid and throbbing against Jungkook’s sensitive rim.

“That’s it,” Jungkook gasped, turning his head so he could be heard. “Fuck my ass, sir. Pound the babysitter’s tight little hole—“ He cried out when Namjoon slammed in, burying himself to the hilt. He took a moment to let Jungkook relax around him - or maybe a moment to relax his own body, Namjoon wasn’t sure, before beginning to fuck into him.

Jungkook rose to his knees, wrapping his arms back around Namjoon’s shoulders as he moaned. His hard cock bounced with each thrust, dribbling precome onto the sheets.

“Fuck me,” he whined softly in Namjoon’s ear. “Wreck my tight little hole. I know you need it, you’re so hard in me. Oh—“ He let his head fall back when Namjoon’s teeth found purchase on his shoulder, a firm bite.

“Gonna mark me up?” He purred into Namjoon’s ear. “I came here for a simple job, and you’re violating my body in every way.”

Namjoon’s cock throbbed in his ass, and Jungkook smirked against his jaw. “You like that. You gonna come in me too? Fill me up? I bet there’s a lot - You’re so pent up, sir.”

Jungkook moaned in his ear. Namjoon’s speed increased. “Yes—“ he whined. “Fuck me and fill me up, send me home all full of you, please—“ he sobbed brokenly. Namjoon pulled out suddenly, and Jungkook’s hole gaped, flexing around nothing.

He cried out when Namjoon flipped him onto his back. Their gazes met for a moment and Namjoon smirked. He put Jungkook’s legs over his shoulders and lifted his hips, pulling his ass open.

Namjoon spat directly onto the tiny gape, watching as it dribbled into Jungkook’s ass. Jungkook whined softly. “Please—“

Namjoon obliged, lining his cock up and pushing back in. He laid over Jungkook, folding him up as he began to fuck him once more.

The new angle felt more intense, and the eye contact Namjoon now held seemed so much more intimate. Jungkook’s cheeks were a delightful pink, and growing redder. He moaned sweetly, reaching up to hold onto Namjoon’s shoulders.

“So quiet now,” Namjoon teased, his strokes long and deep, making Jungkook’s toes curl against his thighs as his cock slid over his prostate again and again. “Where’s that dirty mouth?”

“D— Do you like it when I talk dirty?” Jungkook panted.

Namjoon leaned down, kissing over his ear. “You were driving me wild, Jungkook,” he growled. “Do you still want my load, baby? Want me to send you home with an ass full of my come?”

Jungkook moaned, his fingers biting into Namjoon’s shoulders.

“Yes! Yes, please, sir— Give it to me—“ Jungkook’s eyes rolled back. “I’m so close—“

“Come then. Come from me wrecking your pretty little hole,” Namjoon demanded. He shifted, picking up speed and aggression with each thrust.

Jungkook clawed streaks down Namjoon’s back, slamming his head back into the pillow. The pleasure pain of it was nearly too much, but Namjoon struggled to hold on. Jungkook’s cock began to spurt onto his stomach, ass clenching around Namjoon’s cock as he came, choking out Namjoon’s name.

“That’s it.” Namjoon’s voice was smoky and thick, doing his best to drag Jungkook’s orgasm out. “Squeeze my cock, baby. Lemme know how good you’re squirting for me.” He groaned softly. “Such a tight little butt— Fuck— I’m not pulling out—“ he warned.

“Don’t!” Jungkook pleaded. He reached down, grabbing Namjoon’s hips. “Come deep— Oh fuck please, come up my ass, Namjoon, please— Deeper— Oh God!”

Namjoon swore softly. He buried himself to the hilt, and began to thrust shallowly as his body lit up, sparks of pleasure igniting his nerves. His cock began to jerk as he fucked into Jungkook’s relaxing body. Each twitch was hard and rhythmic as he came, spilling deep inside Jungkook. Jungkook began to clench and relax his rim, trying to milk as much from Namjoon’s cock as he could, even as Namjoon began to soften inside him.

Jungkook let his legs fall open, reaching up to wipe sweat from his brow. He smiled sleepily. “Wow.”

“Wow is right,” Namjoon mumbled. He pulled out slowly, flopping onto the bed beside Jungkook. “You okay?”

“Mhm… Relaxed.”

Namjoon grabbed a tissue, carefully wiping Jungkook’s stomach, and then sitting up to clean the lube and mess left behind from their sex.

Jungkook smiled and nodded his thanks before sighing far more heavily. He opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon worried, lying next to him once more.

“I should go home.”

“Oh…” Namjoon hesitated. “Or, I mean… It’s late. You could just stay the night.”

Jungkook looked over, his brows furrowed and mouth in a soft pout. “You… Would want me to?”

“Well, I’m not kicking you out after we just made love. If you don’t wanna go…”

“What about Mingi?”

“Well, if she asks, where else would I have you sleep? You’re too big for the couch comfortably. And you couldn’t very well sleep in her room. And I wouldn’t want you driving late at night…”

Jungkook smiled softly.

“Aw, Mr. Kim… Sounds like you’re almost fond of me. This wasn’t just sex?”

Namjoon’s smile wavered. Jungkook – though teasing – did bring up a good point. Jungkook seemed to notice his shift, because he moved just enough to kiss Namjoon hard.

“If it was, I’m okay with that. But if it wasn’t… I think I’d be okay with that too,” he said softly. Instead of letting Namjoon answer, he kissed him once more, cupping his cheek.

Namjoon reached up, holding his wrist. He pulled away, pressing their foreheads together.

“I didn’t give much thought about it, honestly. You are so young, have a whole bright future. I’m already established… I have a kid. I’m not an easy person to have a relationship with, especially not someone in your shoes.”

“Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try.” Jungkook laid back down. “But let’s not talk about it tonight. We had amazing sex. I’m all loose and relaxed, and I am tired. Why don’t we get some sleep, and we can talk about it tomorrow, when we’re both fully rested and more aware.”

Namjoon nodded. “That sounds like a good idea.” He kicked the blankets down and pulled them over them. Jungkook snuggled up to him, resting his head on his shoulder and slinging one arm across Namjoon’s middle. His body was warm and soft. It was so… Comforting, if Namjoon was being honest. He could get quite used to something like this, he thought as he wiggled a little closer to Jungkook. If Jungkook did want to date him… He could definitely get used to this.

Namjoon could faintly hear the television. It sounded like a children’s program. Mingi was probably up. He snuggled deeper under his blankets, Jungkook’s warm body still wrapped around him. The morning sunlight was streaming through his window, lightening his eyelids. Heaving a weak sigh, he opened his eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the light before looking over at Jungkook. He was just as beautiful in the daylight. His hair mussed from the pillow, soft lips parted as he slept, chest rising slow and steady. Namjoon’s heart clenched uncomfortably. He wanted Jungkook. As far more than a babysitter, or fuckbuddy, or friend. He truly wanted him. They’d need to talk today.

Namjoon frowned at the door, hearing what sounded like Mingi having a conversation with someone. He wasn’t expecting anyone today… And Mingi knew not to open the door for strangers. Before Namjoon could stand, his bedroom door creaked open.

Namjoon sat up a little, expecting his daughter. Instead, Yoongi stood in the doorway, a cup holder of coffee gripped in his hands. Hoseok stood behind him, a cardboard box. Namjoon’s eyes widened. He saw Yoongi and Hoseok both move their gaze from him, to Jungkook, and back to him.

“What the fuck,” Hoseok strained.

Jungkook sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. “What’s – Oh…” He smiled sheepishly when he realized the company in the bedroom. “Morning, Hyung...”

Namjoon cleared his throat. “What brings you here this morning?”

“Bora...” Yoongi drifted off. “She told me you two didn’t work out. We came to... Can we speak to you outside for a second, Namjoon?”

It was Namjoon’s turn to smile sheepishly. “Sure. Wait for me? We need, ah...” he motioned to their pants and shirts strewn on the floor.

Hoseok and Yoongi backed out, shutting the door.

Jungkook grimaced. “I feel like I’m about to get scolded by a parent.”

“Same,” Namjoon admitted. He rose, pulling on a pair of sweats and a shirt. “Do you wanna wear yesterday’s clothes? Something of mine might fit you...”

“I should wear yesterday’s.”

Namjoon nodded. He watched Jungkook rise, unable to hide the small smile that curved his mouth up.

“You’re so handsome.”

Jungkook grinned brightly, pulling on his clothes. “You’re just saying that.”

“Am not. Really, Jungkook... I like you.”

“I like you too, Namjoon.”

“We should talk. About that.”

Jungkook nodded. “I agree. After we talk to them,” he chuckled a little. He approached Namjoon, touching his upper arm. “Can I kiss you?”

“I’d like that.”

Jungkook closed the space between their mouths, giving Namjoon a chaste peck on the mouth. He pulled back, smiling.

Namjoon opened the door. Hoseok and Yoongi both rose from the couch.

“Jungkook, would you mind Mingi?” Hoseok asked. Jungkook nodded. He sat next to her, immediately drawing her bubbly attention.

Yoongi motioned with his head, and Namjoon followed the couple outside.

“What the fuck, Namjoon,” Hoseok said as soon as the door was shut.

“Why are you swearing at me?”

“I sent you a babysitter, not a fucking hooker.”

“Hey!” Namjoon snapped. “It wasn’t like that.”

“What about the date, Namjoon?”

Yoongi asked. “Why didn’t Bora work out? It wasn’t him...”

“No!” Namjoon shook his head. “Not at all. She’s great. I really enjoyed her company. But she’s not... For me. It has nothing to do with Jungkook.”

“I find that hard to believe since he was naked in your damn bed this morning,” Hoseok argued, crossing his arms.

“He’s not a child, Hobi,” Namjoon argued. “You act like I forced him.”

“You were his employer last night, Namjoon,” Yoongi said.

“He made the first move! I reciprocated! I like him, hyung.”

“He’s one of my best students.”

“And if he were to date another student? Would you throw a fit?” Namjoon sighed, letting his arms fall. “I really do like him. The sex was great but... He is so good with Mingi. She adores him. And I find him so easy to talk to. I want to try with him.”

“Hobi...” Yoongi said softly. He glanced over at Hoseok.

“He made the first move?” Hoseok clarified. Namjoon nodded, smiling a little.

“He’s quite brazen. I couldn’t say no.”

“Little brat’s gonna be cleaning the dance studio for a week,” Hoseok muttered without much venom.

Namjoon grinned at that. “Don’t be too hard on him; he’ll probably be sore for a few days.”

Hoseok blinked, then blinked again, before realization dawned on him. He made a noise that was a cross between a groan and a scream, and gave a dramatic full body shudder.

“That is my student, Kim Namjoon.”

“And hopefully my boyfriend... if I play my cards right.”

“I do hope it works out,” Yoongi said. “For what it’s worth. You two did look pretty cute together.”

“You should see him with Mingi, hyung. They’re already two peas in a pod.”

“I saw the video he sent Hoseok. They do seem to get along great.”

Namjoon’s smile grew almost painfully wide. “That made my whole night.”

“Come on, we should get in. We got you coffee, but didn’t expect a fourth...”

“I’m sure we’ll make due.”

Namjoon entered, smiling softly. Jungkook was folded up on the floor, coloring with Mingi in one of her books. She was babbling on about something, and Jungkook continued to nod and respond appropriately.

“Mingi, come get food,” Yoongi called.

She bounced up, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and tugging him toward the kitchen. Jungkook let himself be pulled, backtracking to Namjoon as Yoongi served Mingi.

“Get in too much trouble?” He worried.

“No. But even if I had... It’d be worth it,” Namjoon confessed. He reached up, brushing a lock of hair from Jungkook’s forehead. “What’re you doing tonight?”

“Just studying.”

“Have enough free time to slip in a dinner date?”

Jungkook grinned. He stepped a little closer to Namjoon, setting his hands on his hips. “I think I could pull myself away for a few hours.” He pressed a kiss to Namjoon’s mouth. Namjoon grinned against his mouth, chuckling a little. He pulled back still smiling.

“You know what this means?” He walked to the table, grabbing the coffee Yoongi held out for him.

“What?” Jungkook asked.

“I’ll need to find a new babysitter.”

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bangtaninink · 4 years ago

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“wh– i just kissed your forehead. chill out!” + tae + fwb au hmmm

DRABBLE NUMBER......... 005 MEMBER............................ kim taehyung (v) AU......................................... friends with benefits WARNINGS......................... sexual content

"how was... oh fuck yeah, right there... work today?" you ask, bringing your hand up above your head, palm pressed against the headboard of taehyung's bed to stop your head from knocking against it.

"ah fuck... it was good," he replies, face hidden in the crook of your neck where he's panting, one hand squeezing your breast as his hips piston into you. "that one lady came in again today though."

"oh my god, that foreign chick with the collection of berets? what was her name again?" you chuckle, before it quickly turns into a moan. "mmm, go a bit slower? yeah, like that."

"amelia or... something?" with a groan, taehyung sits up, bringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders, hands coming down to hold onto your hips as he rolls his own in slow, controlled waves.

"she still down bad for you?"

"always," taehyung says, chuckling lowly, crease between his brows deepening. "i'm gonna come soon."

"wait, i need to put a pillow under me."

"i got you." his hips still for a moment to grab the pillow next to you, sliding it under your back when you arch up and make room. he checks on you silently with a raised eyebrow before he resumes the rolling of his hips, hands moving to hold your thighs, fingertips dimpling your skin. "what should i... fuck, _____... what should i do about her?"

"why don't you ask her out?" you suggest. "ah fuck, i'm gonna come."

"i'm not gonna ask her out."

the both of you stop talking, letting the room fill with the sound of your pants and skin slapping against skin, bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat from the summer air. you throw your head back, moans escalating until you feel your muscles contract, walls closing in around taehyung, whose hips stutter at the sudden warmth and tightness enveloping him. his hands let go of your thighs to hold himself up, palms flat on the bed as you tremble below him, spilling into the condom with a groan muffled against your calf.

with lethargy in his bones, taehyung falls onto the bed next to you, pulling off and tying up the condom, tossing it in the general direction of his trash can before lying down, eyes shut as he tries to catch his breath.

"why aren't you gonna ask her out?" you ask, chest rising and falling as you even out your own breaths.

"she's a cat person," taehyung answers with a sigh.

"oh. okay, fair."

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the long groan you let out has taehyung sticking his head out of the kitchen, eyebrows furrowed, halfway through a nutella and strawberries sandwich.

"you good?" he asks, voice muffled by a mouthful of bread.

"remember that guy i told you about?"

"minhyuk. no, wait. minwoo. right?"

"right, yeah. him."

"what's goin' on with him?" taehyung asks, walking over to join you on the sofa.

"he's just... not very subtle. and by that, i mean: he literally just asked me out to dinner just then."

"oh-ho-ho. did he now? for when?"

"tomorrow night, so therefore, are you free tomorrow?"

"no way, josé. you're not using me to get out of a date."

"c'mon, tae. please?" you whine, face scrunching up. "i don't wanna go on a date with this guy right now!"

"why not? i thought you said he was a paralegal -- and a dog person," taehyung says, taking another bite of his sandwich. "sounds like a win to me. also, can you button up your shirt? you're gonna turn me on again, and i don't wanna not be eating this sandwich right now." you sigh, pulling your shirt closed to button it up, bra disappearing out of sight. "i think you should say yes to the date. what's the worst that could happen?"

"a lot of things could happen."

"okay, fair. but this guy seems chill, and you two have literally been talking and texting any chance you get. if you're not talking to or texting me, you're talking to or texting him. that sounds like a clear sign to me that you're into him."

"have i ever told you that i hate when you make sense? it weirds me out. it's so... uncharacteristic of you," you say, groaning.

"i'm evolving," taehyung replies, wiggling his eyebrows.

"whatever helps you sleep at night. alright, i gotta go before my boss chews my ass out."

"hmm... butt stuff. we haven't done that in a while. we should do that next time. i'll walk you to the door." you walk to his front door with a frown, and he laughs when he catches you, finishing off his sandwich and clapping crumbs off his hand. "text him back, and then text me when you're home from the date. i want all the juicy details."

"you're annoying," you sigh, grabbing your bag as he opens the door. "i'll talk to you later."

"mhm." he chuckles softly, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead before you can cross the threshold of his door, leaving you frozen mid-step.

"what?"

"what?" taehyung repeats.

"what the fuck was that?"

"what the fuck was what?"

"that. why'd you do that? you've never done that before," you say, eyebrows furrowed.

"wh-- i just kissed your forehead. chill out!" he laughs, leaning against the doorway. "just go. you're gonna be late for work."

you sigh and shake your head, but head out anyway, walking towards the elevator with a wave goodbye over your shoulder. taehyung watches until you're in the elevator and the doors have shut before he shuts his own door, the corners of his lips falling while his shoulders drop, a sigh slipping from his lips as he shuffles back to the sofa.

"you're such an idiot, kim taehyung."

#kim taehyung #v #bts #bangtan #bts scenarios #bts drabble #fwb!au

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jungshookz · 5 years ago

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🧦 stocking stuffers: hwayoung likes snow but y/n likes it more

(unfortunately i’m not sure who the maker of this gif is but i found it from this source! please let me know if you know who the original maker is so i can give credit where credit is due! :-))

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; ceo!yoongiverse!! fluffier than freshly fallen snow!! hwayoung is bundled up in like four layers and can barely move!! jimin and jungkook are keeping little miss min company while yoongi and y/n chase each other around in the back like a couple of lovestruck teenagers <3

➺ wordcount; 1.9k

»»————-　☃️　————-««

“IT’S SNOWING!”

hwayoung drops a wooden block in surprise when she sees you slide into the living room with a megawatt smile on your face

“it’s snowing, it’s snowing, it’s snowing-” you bounce up and down on the balls of your feet excitedly as you clap your hands like a seal on crack, “why are we just sitting here?? we need to go outside and play in the snow while it’s still nice and fresh-”

hwayoung tilts her head back to look up at yoongi as you continue to babble to yourself, yoongi peeking down at her from over the top of his laptop

“눈 마주치지 않으면 괜찮을거야. (don’t make eye contact with her and you’ll be fine.)” he jokes before leaning down to fix the collar of hwayoung’s little blue turtleneck sweater

he spent twenty minutes this morning figuring out what to dress hwayoung in because all of the choices in her closet were just so stinking adorable

he was going to put her in a long-sleeve burgundy henley at first but the turtleneck was the warmer option

what is it about a tiny chunky knit sweater that’s just so cute?!

“으이고 귀여운 거... (oh, my cute girl…)” yoongi tuts, pinching hwayoung’s chubby cheek gently before sitting back up and leaning against the couch

hwayoung babbles mindlessly to herself before reaching over to pick up her fallen block

“i’ve already texted jimin and jungkook and they’re both coming over now-” you pull your phone out of your back pocket when you feel it buzz, “ooh! jimin said they’d swing by starbucks to get us some hot chocolate- do you want hot chocolate or your usual coffee?“

“jimi…” hwayoung mutters to herself as she focuses back on her precious blocks, “jungoo…”

she was in the middle of building a castle before you came running in like a rabid dog

should she put it on the left or on the right…?

hwayoung places it on the left before leaning back a little to look at it

perfect!

she’s building her empire >:-)

“i’m fine with coffee. and i suppose we could go out for a bit…” yoongi trails off before turning to glance out the window, “and it’d be nice to get some fresh air.”

“exactly! we’ll wait til they get here and then we’ll go, but for now…” you walk over to the balcony, pushing the handle down with a kachunk! before sliding the door open

“c’mere, hwa!” you turn to look at hwa before gesturing for her to come over, “come look at the snow with mama!”

“no wid mama!” hwayoung chirps, dropping her block promptly before twisting around and grabbing onto yoongi’s knees so she can pull herself up off the ground

“화영님 가는겁니까? (you leaving me?)” yoongi lowers the screen of his laptop when he feels two little hands grasp at his knees

“얍. (ya.)” hwayoung grunts out in response, yoongi sliding his laptop off to the side before leaning down to smack a kiss on the top of her head

he grabs her chubby arm before she has a chance to scurry away from him

"옷 따숩게 입어야지 감기 안 걸려... (let’s pull these sleeves down first... can’t have you catch a cold after standing by the open door...)” yoongi hums, pulling her sleeves down gently before turning her around and nudging her forwards, “자 가세요! (off you go!)”

“화영이 까요! (tank oo. i go!)”

yoongi watches fondly as she toddles her way over to you, sock-clad feet pap-pap-papping against the hardwood floors

“hi, sweet girl-” you grin and lower yourself down to your knees as hwayoung joins you, smacking a kiss to her cheek before turning to look outside

“see? it’s snowing outside!” you gasp excitedly, sticking your arm out into the cool air before pointing to the pile of untouched snow on the balcony floor

“innowing ousside!” hwayoung mimics, looking up at you and pointing out the window as well as if she’s the one telling you about this amazing new discovery

she doesn’t know what innowing ousside means but you seem to be pretty excited about it so it’s obviously a good thing

every time you speak to her in this particular tone it usually means something good is happening so hopefully she can get away with just winging her reaction

“mhm, that’s exactly right,” you reach forward to poke your finger into the snow, “wanna touch it?”

“i tutchch, mama.” hwayoung cautiously lowers her hand onto the pile of freshly-fallen snow and-

“-!” she pulls her arm back in alarm and quickly turns around to burrow back into your warmth, letting out a little whine of dismay a second after, “no tank oo-”

“what’s the matter?” you laugh lightly, wrapping an arm around her and giving her back a couple of comforting pats, “it’s not going to hurt you, you big baby. look!” you print your hand into the snow right next to her smaller handprint, hwayoung whining again when you reach up to gently slide your cold finger down the slope of her little nose

“quit bullying our two year old.” yoongi teases, propping his elbow up on the arm of the couch and resting his head against his fist as he watches the two of you, “ this is exactly why she likes hanging out with me way more.”

“wha- hey!”

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“자..... 기다려봐..... 봐봐! (and… wait for it... look at that!)” jungkook gasps animatedly, placing the duck shaped snowball in front of hwayoung before setting his snowball-shaping contraption aside, “오리! (it’s a duckie!)”

he bought this thing off amazon and he’s pretty sure it’s the greatest purchase he’s ever made

it shapes snow into little ducks

what’s not to love?!

“오리? (duckie?)” hwayoung points to it, looking up at jungkook

“그래! 오리! (mhm. duckie!)” jungkook nods, picking it up carefully before leaning over and placing it on top of her head

hwayoung immediately freezes and stays as still as she possibly can, her eyes rolling up in a poor attempt to look at the duck on her head

w-why is there a duck on her head and what’s she supposed to do next

“아니 일년에 한 번 쓸가말까 하는 걸 와 쓸떼없이 돈 낭비 하는겨? (did you really waste your money on something you can only use once a year?)” jimin frowns, hwayoung’s shoulders drooping in relief when he picks the duck up off her head and gently places it in front of her

“yep. i even bought one that shapes snow into little snowmen.” jungkook smiles proudly, leaning over to dust some snow off the top of hwayoung’s beanie, “uncle jungkook paid forwty dowwars for shipping, yes he did-”

“forty doll-” jimin chokes, his jaw dropping in a gawk, “아니 내가 돈 좀 아끼라고 했자너! (what happened to that lecture i gave to you about learning how to budget?!)”

“똔 아끼. (how to buzzet.)” hwayoung sniffles, reaching up to rub at her pink nose before tilting her head back to look up at jimin

little fingers poke and prod at the bottom of jimin’s chin, “삼쬰 휴디 두떼여. (tissue pease, jimi.)”

jimin looks down, a wide smile immediately spreading on his face when he sees hwayoung blinking up at him

“애고 우리 애기 콧물 많이 흘렸네... (oh, look at your little nose!) i think it’s about time we head in for some hot chocolate, no?” he hums, pulling a tissue out of his pocket and reaching down to wipe hwayoung’s runny nose, “엄마 아빠 찾아서 얼른 들어가고자! (we’ll see if mama and appa are done playing-)”

“y/n, do no- y/N-!” yoongi gasps when you shove snow down the back of his coat, his back immediately arching as he tries to shake as much of it out, “why, you- get back here!”

“now, hold on-!” you let out a squeal when he whips around and starts chasing after you like an angry bull, “we can sit down and talk about this!”

jungkook twists around from where he’s sitting on the ground, “are you people going to come and play with your daugh-!” he gets cut off (quite rudely, if he might add) when a handful of snow is suddenly tossed at the back of his head, “hey!”

“둘이 더 놀기 좀 내비둬! (just let them enjoy each other’s company!)” jimin ignores him before dismissing them with a flick of his wrist, “this fresh air is good for us!”

jungkook twists his lips in a slight scowl, “형이 화영이랑 혼자서 놀고 싶어서 그런 거 아니고? (you’re only saying that because you wanna hog hwayoung-)”

“뭐라노. (you don’t know what you’re talking about). i’m just extending my quality time with her!” jimin coos, wrapping his arms around hwayoung and hugging her to his chest before leaning down and squishing his cheek against the top of her head

hwayoung continues to pat at her big pile of snow absentmindedly as jimin cuddles her to his chest, “사진이나 한 장 찍어줘라 (now, get your phone out and take pictures of us for my instagram-)”

“baby, i said i was sorry!” you cackle, managing to dodge one of yoongi’s snowballs as you continue to run for cover

“you’re lying!” yoongi responds, hurling another snowball in your direction

it whooshes past your face and you can’t help but let out another scream

“am not!” you turn to glance over your shoulder, your heart leaping in your chest when you see that yoongi’s gaining on you with a wide grin on his face

how is he running so quickly in this snow?!

“are too!”

“am n- aGH!” you let out a shriek when you’re suddenly being tackled to the ground, the two of you falling and disappearing into a heap of soft snow with a poof!

“you idiot-” you puff out through giggles, looking up at yoongi and resisting the urge to smash a handful of snow in his face, “now my pants are all wet-”

“well, my back is all wet, so i think we’re even,” yoongi points out with a grin, hitching your right leg up against his waist before leaning down to slant his mouth over yo-

“are you guys still alive?!” yoongi lets out a quiet groan and lowers his head against your shoulder when you guys hear jungkook’s voice echoing in the distance

of course he would interrupt this particular moment

you immediately roll over so that you’re on top before waving your arms and giving jungkook two thumbs up, “we’re okay!”

“hm.” yoongi hums, reaching up to grab onto your waist before sliding his legs up so that you can lean back against his thighs, “have i ever told you how much i like seeing you on top?”

“oh, god-” you feel your cheeks immediately warm and you roll your eyes playfully before placing your hands flat on yoongi’s chest, “i think you’ve told me that once or twice...”

“hey, lovebirds!” you perk up at the sound of jimin calling out for you two, yoongi propping himself up onto his elbows so he can look over the thick bank of snow blocking his vision, “are you guys ready to go back in? i’m dying for a cup of hot chocolate-”

“coming!”

“you know...” yoongi sighs, turning his head to look up at you, “i, personally, think that making out in the snow would warm us up faster than a boring old mug of hot chocolate, but that’s just my opinion...”

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drmmyrs · 4 years ago

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The Way I Loved You (Poppy x MC) Part 2

I want to make this a slow burn type of fic so I’ll just be giving crumbs for now 😅 I swear tho there’ll be more plot and action in the later parts.

tag list: @whackawriting @samanthadalton @crazzyplays @uselesslesbianfr @baexpoppy @alexroyard @alexlabhont @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings (If you wanna be added or removed or just prefer a certain ship just let me know ❤️)

Read Part 1

Word Count: 1700

Warning: none

"I'm sorry, Ms. Min-Sinclair, we only have one more room available for tonight."

Bea watched as the expression on Poppy's face went from horrified to anger. "Check again, please."

"I'm really sorry, but unfortunately, all our other rooms are already booked since we had several guests come in because of the storm," the receptionist said apologetically.

The look Poppy gave the receptionist must have been pretty damn scary, given that his hand was now visibly shaking.

Poppy's voice was beginning to rise. "Listen to me you–"

Bea clasped her hand around Poppy's wrist and dragged her away from the poor guy before she could make a scene. Kind and sweet Poppy was gone entirely. Instead, standing before her was the self-absorbed, shrieking harpy Bea very much knew and hated.

"Calm down, Poppy. The receptionist was just doing his job."

"Calm down?! There's not a chance in hell that I–"

"You know what? If you want to sleep outside in the storm, go ahead because I certainly won't be stopping you," Bea snapped.

Poppy was seething but didn't say anything else.

"I'll be in our room. Feel free to join me once you actually figure out how to act like an adult."

Without waiting for Poppy's response, Bea made her way to the receptionist to finish the transaction, all the while apologizing for Poppy's behavior. Once she got the key, she went straight to the room.

Bea had hoped there were two beds at least, but the way their luck was going, it only made sense that a single queen-sized bed stood at the center of the room. The room itself was average with bland white walls and a window with a city view that was currently shrouded by heavy rain and mist. It certainly wasn't nearly like her room back in Belvoire, but it wasn't like she had any other choice.

After setting down what little things Bea had brought with her–obviously not expecting to spend the night there, and definitely not with Poppy–Bea collapsed on the bed, exhausted. A few minutes later, the door opened, and Poppy walked in, evidently calmer than before. She stood near the doorway, scanning the entire room with a frown. Bea fully expected her to complain about, well, everything, but she just trodded to the side of the bed and glared at her.

"Move."

Bea moved obediently to the other side of the bed, too exhausted to argue. Poppy gracefully slid into bed and took her phone out.

"Stay at your side of the bed, and don't talk to me."

Bea frowned. "I didn't even–"

Poppy scowled at Bea, and Bea made the gesture of zipping her lips. The only sound that followed was the heavy downpour of rain that reverberated across the room. After an hour, Bea got up from bed and started to walk towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Poppy called out, almost sounding... worried.

Bea raised her eyebrow. "I'll come back if that's what you're worried about."

Poppy rolled her eyes, but Bea could see a slight flush on her cheeks. "As if. Get lost in the storm for all I care."

Bea laughed. "I'm just gonna check out the boutique I saw near the lobby. Don't really wanna sleep in these clothes." Bea hesitated. "Do you... want to come with?"

Without answering, Poppy rose from the bed and strode out of the room. Bea followed soon after, and for someone so short, Poppy sure walked incredibly fast that Bea had a hard time keeping up with her.

"Do you even know where it is?" Bea asked.

Probably realizing she didn't, Poppy slowed down until they were walking alongside each other. When they reached the boutique, Poppy immediately frowned in disgust at the clothing selection.

"Ugh, what even is this?" Poppy remarked, looking at a shirt with an unflattering shade of pink.

"Are you saying you can't pull that off?" Bea challenged.

"No, I'm saying that I have standards. Obviously, something you know nothing about." Poppy made her way through the selection, sneering all the while. "I'm not wearing these."

Bea rolled her eyes. "Get off your high horse. If you want to sleep in your sweaty clothes, at least do me a favor and not, like, sleep next to me."

Poppy let out a scornful laugh. "Oh sweety, I'll still smell better than whatever pigsty your perfume came from. But maybe... I'll just wear nothing then."

Despite herself, an image of Poppy naked sprung to Bea's head, sending heat all over her body. She slightly faced away from Poppy.

Noticing Bea's sudden silence, Poppy curiously looked at her. "My, my, Farmsville, don't tell me you're already imagining me naked," Poppy said with a smirk.

Mustering her most dismissive tone, Bea said, "Please, you're not even that hot." A blatant lie, of course. Poppy is a lot of things, and 'hot' is definitely one of those. Thankfully, Poppy moved on after seeing a dress that, Bea agreed, 'should be burned.'

After a painstakingly long search, Poppy was finally able to find something 'tolerable.' They made their purchases and went back to their room. When they arrived, Poppy was the first to get in the shower, and when she came out, she was wearing a tight-fitting tank top and bike shorts that hugged and accentuated all her curves. The room suddenly got so much hotter as Bea tried her absolute best not to stare at her, and even so, she knew it was a losing battle which is why she jumped to the shower the first chance she got. After showering, Bea realized that in her hurry, she forgot to take her clothes with her. She wrapped a towel and walked out to the bedroom to get her clothes. When her back was turned to Poppy, Bea glanced at a mirror nearby and was surprised to see Poppy staring at her with her mouth parted slightly. But when she casually turned around, Poppy had already averted her gaze.

Later that night, the storm got worse as thunders started to rumble outside. At first, Bea thought it was just a trick of the light, but after a few more claps of thunder, she could see Poppy flinch at every roar with her eyes clenched shut.

Is Poppy... actually scared of thunderstorms?

As if to answer her question, Poppy started to heave heavily, with traces of sweat forming on her forehead. And as much as Bea despised Poppy–or at least that's what she kept telling herself–she actually felt sorry for her. And against her better judgment, Bea reluctantly placed her hand over Poppy's and gave it a soft squeeze. Poppy tensed for a moment at the gesture before she relaxed and gripped Bea's hand tighter. In response, Bea started tracing soothing circles on the back of her hand, and they fell asleep through the thunderstorm, hand-in-hand.

When Bea woke up, most of the storm had already passed, with light to moderate rain falling intermittently. She scanned the room and saw Poppy eating at the desk.

"Your food's getting cold," Poppy said without looking at her.

"You... got me food?"

"I figured since we didn't have dinner yesterday." Poppy turned to face Bea. "Why do you sound so surprised."

Bea furrowed her brows. "Because that's actually nice. And as far as I'm concerned, you're not."

"Well, I don't particularly care about you. And trust me, no one will be happier than me with you gone. But, unfortunately, I do have to keep you alive at least until after the party. Grades and all."

Bea got up and went to the desk to get her food. Poppy got her an English-style breakfast while she was eating... a teensy salad.

Poppy saw Bea looking at her food. "Did you also want a salad?"

"Uh, no. It just doesn't look... filling."

"It's not. But it's not like I have a choice. Their vegetarian selection is awful."

And just when Bea thought Poppy couldn't surprise her anymore.

"Wait, you're... vegetarian?" Bea asked in undisguised surprise.

"Yes." Poppy narrowed her eyes at Bea. "You know, you have to stop assuming you know everything about me. In fact, you know nothing about me."

"Yeah, I'm starting to get that."

Bea went back to bed and started to eat her food, her mind going back to the foster home, how Poppy's entire personality changed around the people there. Before, Bea was so convinced that she had Poppy pegged, just a basic bitch who thought too highly of herself with no regard for others at all. But Poppy was right; Bea barely knew her... and she wanted to know more.

"Why?" Bea turned to face Poppy. "Why are you a vegetarian, I mean. If you don't mind me asking."

Poppy made an annoyed expression. "I do mind, actually."

A grin spread on Bea's face. "Oh my god, you totally care about the animals."

When Poppy didn't respond, Bea continued. "First kids and now animals? My, my, Poppy, what will people say if they knew that their favorite she-devil is actually a big softie."

Poppy stopped eating and turned to give Bea a menacing glare. "If you tell anyone about this, you're dead."

After they finished eating, Bea and Poppy started planning for the party the next day. So naturally, more than a few shouts, insults, and curses were thrown around until they finally, finally, agreed on all the details. Since Poppy was the one with all the connections, she had to call for all the services needed. And when her trusty photographer told her he wasn't available, Poppy cursed in frustration.

"The party, it's not just about your GPA, is it. This is really important to you."

Poppy didn't answer and instead went back to make a few more phone calls.

When everything was settled, the storm had fully passed, and it was already safe to drive home. So imagine Bea's surprise when Poppy said that they were staying there for another night.

"I thought you hated this place."

"I do. But I'm not going to drive an hour home just to go back early tomorrow. Besides, we'll get things done much faster if we stay here."

Bea smiled. "Would you like some champagne?"

#poppy #poppy x mc #poppy min sinclair #queen b #choices #playchoices #play choices #my work #my fanfics #my writing

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xlovelyyoongix · 5 years ago

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something new | myg

Summary: yoongi wants to try a new position but the insecurities you have about your weight has you questioning if you should even try. (nsfw 18+)

Pairing: yoongi x curvy f. reader

Genre: fluff, smut, and a bit of angst

Word Count: 2,974 (one-shot)

Warnings: weight insecurities, french kissing, fingering, face riding (female receiving.), yoongi being the sweetest, loving, supportive boyfriend ever, and cheesy jokes.

Date Posted: 6/24/2020 est

A/N: special thanks to my friend @fuckyeahkpopandanime ! Her fic, Sit On My Face, inspired me to write this!

Enjoy!

"I wanna try that."

The moment Yoongi's words slice through the awkward air of the living room, your lashes fluster in shock, heat pooling the rounds of your cheeks and mouth hanging ajar as you arch an appalled brow. Your head turns, slowly gazing in your boyfriend's direction, hoping to discover any signs of humor behind his words. However, astonished by your findings, Yoongi wasn't the least bit joking.

His jet eyes fixated on the pornographic scene display across the flatscreen. His thick brow cocked temptingly, as his tongue drags lecherously across the smirk of his lip. You had witnessed that lustrous expression on Yoongi before. A face that only meant he was to fulfill the sexual desires spewing within his mind.

Still silent and slightly embarrassed by the adult content displayed before you, somehow, your eyes couldn't move away. You watch as the female lead, moans out her lover's name in a needy whimper, her fingers toying with her hardened nipples, creamy thighs saddling her lover's face as she rode out her pleasure on his tongue. "D-don't stop." She whines, promptly bouncing on the man's mouth as though her life depended on it.

Your mind riddles, undecided. Wondering if it was best to simply pretend you didn't hear a word, Yoongi said or indulge into his tempting curiosity. Nevertheless, the longer the erotic scene played, the more your body sizzled like an animal in heat. Now curious in wonder what it would feel like to have your boyfriend's soft lips latch onto the hood of your clit, face to ride his plush mouth.

Realizing you were allowing your hormones to get the better of you, you hastily clap your thighs closed, hoping it would ease the desperate tension dancing within your core. Anxious, you swallow down the dryness of your throat, nervous fingers fiddling with your sundress's fabric. Your ears burn at the lewd sounds of moist pussy and needy moans rippling throughout the room. You want to speak up and admit to your boyfriend that you'd like to try the obscene sex position as well; however, something was halting you in your tracks.

The actress's perfectly crafted body held no match to your own. Her creamy mounds flawlessly perked, toned abdomen molded into an impeccable hourglass, and a set of slender ivory thighs. Looking as though she weighed next to nothing compared to your curvy physique.

True, you were slightly considered to be overweight. With a pair of thick thighs attached to your abdomen and an ass you had to wiggle to squeeze into your favorite jeans, you were far from the ideal shape of the woman on screen. Even though you wanted to try, you would hate for your weight to put Yoongi in a predicament where your curvaceousness would suffocate him to death. You can imagine the headlines now, 'Cause of man's death due to his girlfriend's oversized thighs.' You grossly shiver at the tragic image playing throughout your mind.

"Y/N..." Yoongi drags out the rhythm of your name curiously as his fingers trace up the skin of your thigh, leaving behind a trail of heat and goosebumps. "Did you hear what I said?" The tone of your boyfriend's husk voice, curious with a hint of fervor.

Your teeth sink into the flesh of your lip because, in fact, you most certainly heard his coveted request. With his veiny palm tempting so dangerously up your inner thigh, it was getting harder to convince your body to pretend as if nothing were the matter. You cough awkwardly, clearing the drought from your throat. "I-I ah...I heard you." Your stiff body, not daring to look into the direction of your boyfriend.

"So then..." Yoongi slips his body closer to yours on the couch. His lips finding a place on your jaw, placing small kisses along the line. "I want you...". His digits craftly slip under the fabric of your dress, mint breath casting over the sensitive spot of your ear as his husk voice whispers, "to sit on my face while I eat you for dinner, love."

Yoongi's carnal words cause your breath to catch in your throat, along with throbbing walls of erotic muscle to clenching around nothing. Holy hell, your boyfriend had a way with words that always seemed to rev you up like a Japanese sports car. With a lustrous shiver racing up your spine, you knew you couldn't hide your desires much longer.

His finger reaches the area of his truest desire, index sliding up the moist cloth of your panties, applying minor pressure to the areas he knew you'd want most. "You can't play hard to get when your sweet pussy is already wet for me, y/n" Yoongi pulls your panties to the side, carefully slipping a finger between your wet folds.

Your body betrays you, lashes fluttering, irises rolling, and head, knocking back as Yoongi slowly worked between your flesh, sending an electric wave of heat throughout your body. "I-...I'm just scared, is all." With your voice shaky and in a whimper, you're surprised you were even able to confess your emotion.

Yoongi's greedy actions between your thighs come to an abrupt stop the second you voice a concern. He's quick to remove his finger from inside you, fearful of proceeding in an action you wanted no part in. "W-what are you scared of?" Yoongi rakes his fingers through his raven-hair anxiously, shaking his head in disbelief of himself. "Did I do something wrong to you? D..did I make you uncomfortable?... Fuck!" He slaps his palm across his forehead, disgusted with his perverted actions. "I shouldn't have touched you, I..."

"No, no, no!" Hushing Yoongi's apology, you aid your distressed boyfriend by placing soft hands over his. "Yoongi, it's not that." You correct. "It's just..." Sighing heavily, your lashes flutter shut, preparing yourself for the wave of embarrassment that would soon be endured. "It's just... I'm too heavy!" You blurt out, hoping the faster you speak, the quicker the conversation would end.

Yoongi bats his eyes in disbelief, arching a baffled brow as the corner of his mouth tilts oddly. "What...?" He questions, however, the man indeed comprehended what you had said. Merely a matter of him unbelieving, you would exclaim such a thing. "You don't want to sit on my face because you think you're too heavy?" His hooded, jet eyes piercing puzzledly into yours.

Your lips clamp tightly into a line, head held low in shame of yourself. "I don't think." You mutter matter-factly. "I know that I'm too heavy." Gazing down, you stair at the blobs of flesh you call thighs, observing how they expand in size every time you partake in a seat. You hate to admit it, but you've seen the girls Yoongi dated in the past in which none of them shaped like you. Still baffled at how the handsome, Min Yoongi even found you attractive enough to date.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, releasing a disappointed sigh. "First of all," He starts, grabbing your soft hands to hold. "You're not as heavy as you think." He says, placing a kiss on the back of your wrist. "Secondly, how dare you assume I'm not strong enough to support my woman." He jokes cutely with his signature pout. "I have you know, I can bench 250." He takes a moment to humorously boast.

Even with your mind clustered with insecurities, you can't help but giggle at Yoongi's comedic, prideful words. "Yeah, but..."

"No, buts!" He exclaims with a playful attitude, silencing your uncertainties. "I love you and every single thing about you." Yoongi leans in, puckering a kiss atop of your forehead. "I love your soft skin." A kiss was placed on your cheek. "I love your lips." Another on your lips only to maneuver his knees to the ground, body parked between your legs with adoring eyes. "Your stomach." Yoongi leans in slow, pressing his plush lips against the fabric of your torso. "Every single curve." He settles his hands on the waves of your hourglass, tracing down the trail of dips leading out to your hips. "Especially your thighs." His warm palms sway up the plush of your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze before settling a kiss across the skin.

Your heart tugs as a warmth of tenderness blossoms throughout your body. The man kneeling before you was made up of the purest perfection. With lips that kissed away all of your insecurities, hands that showed you what it means to be loved, and large twinkling eyes of infatuation. You wonder what good deed you could have possibly done in your past life to deserve a man like Min Yoongi. "I love you too, Yoongi." A joyous tear swelling at the corner of your eye but never daring to fall.

"I understand if this is something you don't want to try." His soft hands take hold of yours once again, gazing with affectionate understanding. "I just wanted to try a new way of pleasuring you, and it's perfectly fine that you don't want to t-"

"Yoongi." You say his name, halting the rest of his apology. For a moment, his lost eyes stutter with confusion; however, you smile, tightening your hold on his hands in assurance. "I would love to try that position with you." You bashfully announce.

Stunned, Yoongi's brows arch, ears burning, and eyes shining like a child on Christmas morning. "Really?" He questions, unbelievingly.

You nod with a giggle, dimples piercing through your cheeks. "Yes."

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Still settled between your legs, Yoongi stiffens up, latching his plush lips onto yours for a passionate kiss.

Your lashes flutter as your boyfriend his magic across your lips, fingers threading through the backs of his undercut hair. "Yoongi," You whine, reminding yourself that you were fully aroused with no need for pre-game. "Just take off my dress." You word in a hush.

Yoongi groans at your response, breaking for a breath. "Shit. Okay." Needy hands grasping the hem of your dress, yanking the fabric over your head just as he had done many times before. "Your ass looks fuckin' great in that sundress, by the way. Whoever said Covid ruined sundress season was a fuckin' lie." His breathy tone confessing out.

Your mouth blurts out a laugh. Yoongi always seemed to be quite the comedic before intercourse. "Shuddup, and take off my bra." You humorously badger.

Yoongi sinks his teeth into his lips with a smirk. "Don't have to tell me twice." Voice, playful with a hint of desire as he snakes his fingers to the strap of your bra, unsnapping the troublesome piece of fabric.

Your breast bounce free, perked nipples hardened by the exposure of the cool air of the living room. Yoongi had witnessed your bare chest what felt like a million times by now, though somehow, he still managed to fixate upon them as if your breast were God's greatest gift known to man. Well, to Yoongi, they most certainly were. "S-so..." Even with your boyfriend’s hungry eyes feasting your naked view, you felt nervous at the idea of venturing into unchartered territory. "Ah. How do we do this?"

Your shaken question snaps Yoongi from his daze. "Oh, um." Slightly flustered himself, Yoongi gestures your attention back to the television. "I guess like that." The actress is displayed across the screen. Her panting moans echoing through the speakers, pink lips dropped in the shape of an -o-, bouncing on her partner's face.

A red burn of embarrassment bursts across your face, quickly grabbing the remote, turning off the movie. You inhale a heavy breath before slowly releasing it, reminding yourself that there was no need for worries or insecurities as long as you were with Yoongi. "Alright, let's do this."

Eager to get things started, Yoongi drops himself in a lying position across the couch, a gummy grin plastered across his cheeks. "Come to daddy." He demands in a joking manner though somehow, you felt he was serious.

"I'm coming, gosh." You stand from the couch, stepping out of your panties, feeling the coldness of being fully nude. "Let me know if I hurt you, or if you can't breathe."

Yoongi's eyes roll because, how many times were you going to be concerned about him when today was supposed to be about you. "I'll be fine." Dragging out the sentence in an exhausted huff. "Now, come sit on my face so I can give you this tongue technology."

You chuckle at your boyfriend's play on words. No one ever believes that the stoic, passive, Min Yoongi is this talkative behind closed doors. "Alright, I'm coming. Gosh." You say, waddle your knees across the couch, hovering your pussy above Yoongi's face. You watch as your boyfriend eyes down your glistening core with a wicked smirk. "S-so do I just sit down, or..."

“Just come here already.” Inpatient, Yoongi takes a handful of your thighs, snatching your frame down on his eager face.

The nervous system in your body awakes from a pulse of electric pleasure. Yoongi's talented tongue, working slowly between the folds of your sensitive flesh, getting you used to the newly found position. "S-shit." Your hands grip onto the couch, nails digging into the fabric for support. "F-feels good~."

You could feel the vibration of Yoongi groaning into your wet pussy. His wet tongue slapping across unchartered territory he wasn't able to venture before, taking advantage of the opportunity to please his girlfriend.

“Fuck, Yoongi~...” A wave of heat zipped throughout your body, causing your head to knock back in pleasure. “How the fuck are you so good at this?” His crafty skills being unmatched to any other man in your past.“Shit~”

Yoongi latches his lips to the hood of your clitoris, harshly sucking the sensitive flesh, sending your spirit into a blissful overdrive. “Mhmmm, so good~” Without your knowledge, your hips start to rock, hands slip up your torso to the rounds of your hardened nipples, teasing, and playing with the flesh to increase stimulation.

If you didn’t know any better, Yoongi was smirking between your pussy lips. Always so cocky when it came to fucking or pleasing you. “Y-you’re enjoying this, too, huh?” You glance down at his jet eyes laced with lust.

You could feel Yoongi nod joyously, in reply.

Using what breath you had left, you manage a chuckle. “W-well then, keep it up, I’m about to.....” Catching you mid-sentence, your abdomen's muscles begin to tighten, throbbing walls clenching around nothing as your thighs start to tremble. "Cum." You finish your sentence with a throaty breath, bouncing on Yoongi's tongue, hoping to soon reach your euphoric goal.

Taking notice of your approaching orgasm, Yoongi's strong palms capture you in place, tongue slurping at devilish speeds to proceed with your delightful pleasure.

"A-almost!" You can feel the familiar tingle slip up your spine as your back arches, lips prying open as you whimper Yoongi's name, sweat trickling across the skin of your hairline and thick arouses glisten down your thighs. "Yoongi, Fuck!" With one final cry escaping your voice, your climax released into your lover's mouth. Bursts of color fog your sight as your vibrating body snatches you for a trip to utopia. "mmm." You hum in an exhausting delight, tired body collapsing on the couch. "That was fun."

"I agree." Yoongi nods, pulling himself up while wiping your dripping arousal from his lips and chin. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

Gazing up at the ceiling, you take a moment to maintain your breathing. "I'm glad we tried it." Your cum streaming down your thighs, but your weary body, too fatigued to move.

Before you could notice your boyfriend had left, Yoongi walks back into the room, damp washcloth in hand. He takes a seat between your parted legs, onyx eyes tender as he diligently tended to the mess between your thighs.

You raise on your elbows, examining the attentive man before you, chest exploding with warmth. "Thank you, Yoongi." Your gratitude, as soft as a cloud.

Your words rip Yoongi from his concentration, jet eyes blinking curiously. “You don’t have to thank me, y/n, I always take care of you after sex.” His lips curve in his signature pout.

You shake your head. “No, not that.” You pull yourself up, crossing your legs as you prompted directly in front of Yoongi. “Thank you for loving me. All of me.”

The corners of Yoongi’s eyes crinkle as his lips pull into a gummy smile. He shakes his head because there wasn’t even a need for you to thank him. “No, thank you for loving me.” His arms pull your naked frame into his embrace. Your head resting on his shoulder as he places a kiss on the top of your head. “Now, as much as I love having you naked. Let’s get you showered and dressed.”

As you attempt to move from Yoongi’s lap, your sensitive core brushes against the hard erection, protruding from your boyfriend's sweatpants. So wrapped up in your own desires, you forgot to tend to your boyfriend's needs. "Or..." You temptingly drag your finger across the outline of his length. "I can take care of you instead." Tongue dancing seductively across your lip, digit circling around the tip of his fathead.

Yoongi swallows hard. "Fuck~" His head knocking back, a shiver of temptation slithering up his spin from your touch. Yoongi was perfectly fine with keeping things about you tonight: however, if you were offering, he was never one to deny you. "I think I like that idea." He murmurs, eyes in a hypnotizing daze.

A twinkle of dominance sparkles within your eyes as your fingers untie the strings of his gray sweatpants. “Good, because I’d love to eat you for dinner too.”

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justice4harwin · 4 years ago

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Light's Corruption- Chapter IV

Pairing: The DarklingxAlina

Summary:With few friends at the Little Palace, Alina must work to win the favour of her fellow grisha and their commander, who makes her feel light headed every time she sees him.

After training in Os Alta for two years, the king grows tired of waiting and demands the Sun Summoner joins a western post near the Fjerdan border along with the rest of The Second Army to test her abilities.

Something happens. Suddenly, Alina wants blood to run down the rivers and those who stand in her and The Darkling’s way will be blinded by her light and swallowed by his shadows.

It won’t be pretty

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 4: golden butterfly, black rose

Alina woke up with a new purpose: to observe and listen.

She hastily threw the blankets and sheets off of her and put on her kefta as she realized she might be late for breakfast.

Running down the stairs, hair a mess, the Sun Summoner smiled and greeted everyone on her path.

Some replied. Others just stared oddly.

She entered the hall to find that, as usual, Marie and Nadia had left a seat empty between them. Alina gingerly took it.

"Good morning!"

They gave her smiles as they reciprocated the greeting.

"You're in a good mood today." Nadia noticed, taking her spoon.

"I slept like a baby." she lied. She hadn't gotten that much sleep -Genya must've gotten even less- but she felt good that day.

Just the day before, she had been able to summon on her own for the first time, and she had to stay positive if she wanted to accomplish her new mission.

She engaged more in the chatter with the grisha women that day, venturing so far as to reply with questions of her own to get to know them better.

"I didn't know you had a brother, Nadia." she said, genuinely surprised as they made their way to Botkin's stables.

The woman nodded with a half-annoyed, half-endearing smile.

"He's grisha too. A few years younger, so he's still at school. His name's Adrik."

"Is he a Squaller too?"

Nadia confirmed that he was, because of course, the little rat had to copy everything about his older sister.

Alina laughed at that.

"The little girl seems very happy for someone who's about to get into a fight?" were the words with which Botkin received her.

Alina fought back the need to recoil. The only time she had won so far had been against Zoya, …if one could consider that a win given what happened right after.

"Maybe I'll be lucky today." she beamed at him.

Botkin seemed almost surprised.

"Positivity is fine, little girl, but you need to focus during a fight. But first." he clapped his hands twice, immediately getting all the attention. "Run around the lake. Twice. The last one to get back here will help the stable hands for the rest of the day."

Alina really ran like never before that day.

Her side hurt, and she almost felt like she wasn't getting enough air; but after the first half, her legs didn't burn so much anymore, and she felt almost as good as she did when walking.

"Damn, Starkov." she turned her head to see that Michail, a heartrender with a hard-shaped face and kind, green eyes, was easily keeping up with her. "When did you get this fast?"

"Practice." she said, a little breathless but feeling nice with the cold air slapping against her face. "Besides, I really don't wanna end up in the stables."

He laughed at that.

"That makes two of us. I hate those animals."

Alina frowned. She just didn't wanna clean up their shit, but other than that, she could find nothing wrong with horses.

"Why?"

"Those long faces," he said, gesturing over his own. "they're scary."

"You're scared of horses?!" she asked, disbelieving.

"Why don't you yell it a little louder?" he asked, looking around at the disperse group, but he was smirking. They weren't at the front, but they weren't slagging at the back either.

"Sorry." she leaned in. "I'll keep your secret if you help me not to be the last."

"I don't think you need my help," he laughed. "but sure."

She got knocked down on her ass by a short Inferni woman with dark blonde hair, but Alina laughed it off, hiding her embarrassment, and stretched out a hand. The Inferni rose an eyebrow and then helped her up.

"Thanks." she told her, dusting off the back of her kefta.

"For kicking your ass?"

"Hey, I think I did learn a thing or two." she winked. "Next time I'll be ready."

"Oh, so you want a rematch?" the woman asked, amused, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"If you're up for it." Alina shrugged.

"Deal." they shook hands. "But it'll have to wait until we're done with him." she said, nodding towards Botkin, who was busy making rounds, watching the others. "I'm Natasha, by the way."

"Alina."

"Oh, I know. Everyone knows." she smiled once more before retreating to a small group of Inferni that had reunited by a corner.

As she passed by the lake in her usual route to Baghra's hut, Alina got startled by the damage she had done to the perfectly green grass. Gardeners were still at work getting rid of the black mass she had left in her path, going so far as to dig into the earth. They saw her passing and glanced up, some frightened, others definitely not amused.

"I am so sorry." she whispered frantically, before hurrying her steps.

"Don't let the heat out!" was all the greeting she got from the ancient woman.

Alina closed the door and hurried to the chair that awaited her. She was smiling.

"I don't think that will be a problem." she said, proud of herself.

She scoffed. "So I have heard. Show me." she said, hitting her in the arm with her cane.

"Ouch!"

With a nasty frown, Alina placed her palms in front of the others and called the light that she had rejected for so long. So eager to answer, her power rushed through and out of her, and she was almost puzzled by its intensity. She focused on keeping the orb small.

"Uh. Well, it took you long enough."

"A 'Congratulations' would be nice."

She got hit again. Her light wavered and then solidified again.

"Congratulations? What? Do you want a parade thrown in your honour as well? For what? Doing what you were supposed to do your entire life? Shut up and expand the orb. Make it encompass the entire place."

With deep breaths, both to concentrate and control her anger, Alina steadily expanded her light, making it fill the hut.

"Bend it to its shape."

Carefully, she tried to do as she was told.

"You were right, about being held back." she uttered as she tried to shape her light to blend in with the walls.

"I know." the woman said, petulant. "Now call it back and repeat until there is no effort to it."

Alina tried, and tried again, but as eager as her power was to explode, her body was eager for a long, long nap. There had been so much repression, so much denial for so many years, that it was as if the light wanted to just explode out of her body and consume it all.

It scared her a little, but she focused.

The Darkling had told her she was magnificent, Alina remembered, and he had made it sound like she was capable of anything.

The way his grey eyes shone with such intensity, like he wanted to engulf her into his arms and have her all to his own, the way in which his hand felt against hers, or how just even being next to him made her want to lean into and over him like a lazy, overly clingy cat.

She'd lay on top of him all day if she could.

Alina wondered what would've happened if Genya hadn't arrived at the moment she did. Would The Darkling had kissed her? What would his lips taste like? How would his beard feel against her skin? Just exactly how good was he with his tongue?

Alina blushed. The light flickered, as if excited at the mere idea of the man.

She had kissed a few people before, but him, there was something about him that told her that if he should kiss her only once, she'd spend the rest of her life running after the very same sensation and more.

"Dreaming about your dark prince again?"

She looked at Baghra.

"What?" looking around, she noticed that her light had expanded farther than the hut and she was glowing.

Alina snapped her hands, and everything was dark again. Her fingers tingled with power, her eyelids closed with exhaustion.

"I-I wasn't-" she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the new environment.

"Stupid, stupid girl. You need to focus on your task."

"I'd concentrate better if I wasn't being hit every five min-OUCH!"

"Do not make excuses with me. You are lazy, easily distracted, you do not know what you are getting yourse-"

"You know, for someone who's supposed to be such a great teacher, I've still got to see some actual teaching." Alina snapped. "All you do is yell at me, hit me and belittle me; yet one conversation with The General I can finally summon." the brunette spat, each word more angrier than the previous one. "So don't try to blame me for your shortcomings."

Baghra was silent, nostrils flaring. When it looked like she might raise her cane and hit Alina right in the head with it, she opened her thin lips instead:

"Out." she uttered, almost inaudible. "Out! And do not come back!"

"Gladly!"

Alina stood up and marched for the door, her steps almost as loud as the insults the old woman was throwing after her.

"Stupid girl! Unconscious! Just another pawn of his! You never learn! Lazy! Stupid! Blind!"

It was a good thing the old crone couldn't see the tears of frustration and shame in her eyes.

She was on her way back to the Little Palace, trying to decide if she should bathe or go to the library first.

Baghra’s words still rang in her head.

Maybe, if she was quick, really quick with her bath,...but then again, she was getting too used to such a luxury, that once in there it was quite difficult to leave unless the water turned cold.

But if she went to the library, she’d be there until the words blurred and her eyes burned.

On the other hand, there were other grisha in the library, and she couldn’t afford to walk in there smelling like-

"Alina?"

General Kirigan's smooth voice had her turning on her heels, hand still massaging the spot on her arm Baghra's cane had so harshly landed. She had managed to hold back the tears, but the woman's word still stung.

"Moi Soverennyi." She greeted but forgot to bow.

He looked at her arm.

"How was your lesson?"

"I spent months with her and nothing; five minutes with you and I can summon." She basically spat, still bitter at Baghra's harsh words. "I think that speaks for itself."

He smiled, almost.

"Give the old woman some credit. She is good at what she does."

"Terrorizing isn't teaching." she replied, and then, with her head high, added: "She didn't get me to summon."

"No." The Darkling agreed, taking a step towards her. All engulfed in his black cloak, he almost seemed to float. "You did it. It was all you." He said it with such reverence that her breath became shallow.

She didn't look away from his eyes. The storms swirling in there were magnetic. There was so much going on in there at the moment, yet it all sped up through those grey orbs so fast she couldn't make sense of it.

"Why don't you teach me?" The words slipped from her tongue before she could think better of it.

He rose an eyebrow, taking another predatory step towards her.

"I serve the King. I run an entire army. I do not have the time to train everyone personally, nor would I want anyone to think they are favoured above others."

He was so close to her now, she had to crane her neck to look up.

"You once said there was no one else like us; who could be a better teacher?"

In truth, she also wanted to see him more often. Glimpses as he passed through the Little Palace or left Os Alta, and the occasional conversation weren't enough for her.

"You flatter me, Miss Starkov."

"I only state my opinion." she took a step, shortening the distance, like he was a magnet calling for her.

Mirth shone in his eyes. It made her smile.

"I will be going away for a few weeks." At this, her smile fell, and his formed as he tilted her chin up with his gloved fingers.

Alina stared up into his eyes, dark with something.

"I'll miss you." She whispered, foolishly, without thought.

"Will you?" He asked, almost perplexed for a moment.

She found herself nodding.

"I know we don't get much chance to talk, but I like talking to you." She confessed, a knot in her throat. "You understand all,...this." she flickered her fingers and a tiny orb of light formed above her hand.

His eyes followed suit, almost fascinated, like he still couldn't quite believe her power was real. And when he looked at her, it was like he couldn't believe she was real.

His hand rose and shadows swallowed her light. Alina watched them dance, entranced by his power, and noticed it taking shape.

"For you." The Darkling said, handing her a black rose, from the base of its steam to the very last petal. "To remember me by while I am gone."

Disbelieving, she reached out and gasped as she touched the shadow. There was a little bit of gold in there, her own power hidden within, shimmering weakly here and there.

"I don't have anything to give you." She said, lamenting.

He leaned down, his beard rough against her soft cheek.

"Trust me, Alina," he whispered, her name on his lips against her ear making her tremble. "I could not forget you if I tried."

There was the whisper of a kiss against her cheek that seemed to linger for the longest moment, …and then he was leaving, cloak flipping behind him as he left the sun Summoner holding onto a small piece of shadow and a piece of her heart gone with him.

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mendesbhraanth · 4 years ago

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Hi beautiful sending you love mwah 😘😘 just wanted to know if you can write something were you hear Shawn talk badly about you so you distance yourself. Please.

Thank you so much for requesting!! 😘😘

Pairing : Shawn x y/n

Warnings : language and angst

Word count : 2.8 k

The first thing you heard when you opened the door to Shawn's condo was basically loud laughter of people including your boyfriend's. You just came back from work, a bit earlier than usual because shawn had been complaining about how he doesn't get to spend time with you because work has been crazy for you and you had a lot of files to finish and you were hella tired of your boss being a complete asshole, who never lets anyone stay home and he was no different to you. Anyways you were not at all aware of the fact that he had guests over.

The sound was coming from the living area of Shawn's penthouse apartment and apart from Shawn's, you recognised the laughter as Brian's, and Connor's. A small smile creeped on your face. You absolutely adored Shawn's friends so you walked towards the living to say 'hi' to them.

You were close enough to hear what they were talking about when your legs came to halt at the mention of you name.

"So how's life with y/n? Tour's over....You're free and now that y/n is staying with you, you must have a lot of cheesy things to say" Connor said whilst laughing.

"Oh yeah I actually do but not right now because why the hell would you mention my so called clingy girlfriend?" Shawn said and Brian laughed so loudly at that but your heart stopped.

"What??! What are you saying?!?" Connor said because shawn has been the most "I'm obsessed with my girlfriend and she is my goddess!!" Type of guy he had ever met.

"I said y/n is extremely clingy and annoying and I don't have anything good to say about her right now so please stop talking about that hoe!!" Shawn said and started laughing like crazy with Brian. Both of their laughs clouding your mind. You just stood there not able to comprehend anything.

You turned around silently, grabbed your keys and left the apartment in the same clothes you came in.

You got in your car and started driving slowly. You were now driving to nowhere for about 30 mins.

The moment you processed the words shawn said you slammed the break and your head came down on the stearing wheel with a plasticy bang.. must have been painfull.. ow poor y/n.

Did he really say that?!? Does he think I'm an annoying clingy hoe?!? Hell! "HE" was the one who wanted me to stay home and spend time with 'HIM'!! And I'm clingy?!? Is this the guy you've been in love with for what? Like 3 years?!! How could he call you a hoe!?! Why would any boyfriend disrespect his girlfriend like that??!? This is the worst day ever!!

All these thoughts were knocked out from your mind by a loud honking sound. You were basically in the middle of a road and by now, there were tons of cars parked behind you. Wow! You just created a big traffic block in the middle of Toronto city. Go you!! *Claps of sarcasm*

You quickly turned around and took another route to make your way back to Shawn's apartment like nothing happened. Haha asshole! but sometimes you gotta act like you weren't the cause of a huge ass traffic block..

You didn't know exactly why you were going back. To lay it onto him?? To get your things?? I don't know but you got home with slouched shoulders and an emotion less face.

You were about to reach and open the door when Shawn opened the door and a bright smile appeared on his face on seeing you which almost made you forget about the things he just said. Eh but not really.

"Baby!!!! I missed you so much today!!" He said and went in for a hug and you hugged him back it was as if someone was clawing at your heart.

"I'm just gonna walk these guys out and I'll be back in a second okay? You get freshened by then" He said sweetly but right now his words seemed anything but sweet!

How dare he say that to them and then act like nothing happened?? That too infront of them?!?! Which speaking of-!

"Hey y/n!!!" Connor and Brian said at the same time and both hugged you and you silently hugged them back, with a fake smile that could basically convince anyone but not Shawn.

"You guys go ahead I'll come in a sec" he said and turned to you.

"Okay then Bye y/n" they both bid their goodbyes and made their way to the lift.

"Hey what happened baby? Any problem with your boss??" Shawn asked tilting your chin up to look you in the eyes.There was evident hurt in them.

You were debating to weather tell him or push him away but you didn't choose any of that.

"Yeah..had a bad day at work"

"Aww baby you go inside and sit down okay! I'll be back after properly saying goodbye to the guys and you can tell me all about your day. Alright?" He asked sweetly but it sounded like straight up sarcasm to you but you chose not to call him out right now.

He gave you a short peck and there he goes ....'probably gonna talk more shit about me' you thought to your self which and it made you feel like your heart was stabbing itself.

You went inside and sat yourself on the couch. The same couch where the love of your life talked shit about you being a clingy hoe. (Sorry I'm just over dramatic 😅)

About 5 mins later shawn came in and sat by your side.

"What happened baby?? What did your crazy boss do this time?" He asked while taking your hand in his and slowly stroking the back of your hand with his other hand but you didnt move.

"Nothing..just the usual..I have...work...just...I-!...I'm going to take a shower" you said. A slight frown appeared on Shawn's face. But he understood....some days you were like this when work really stressed you out.

'Maybe she doesn't wanna talk about it' he thought.

"Okay baby" he said and you stood up from the couch and before you walked 4 steps shawn caught your hand and pulled you into him.

He craddled your face in his warm huge palms that always made you melt like it wasn't even a big deal at all and kissed your lips sweetly.

You kissed him back but pulled away quicker that shawn would have liked which caused a small pout on his perfectly soft pink lips and all you wanted to do was kiss it away so that's what you did but quickly reminding yourself that he thinks your a clingy hoe and pulling away again.

"Let me kiss my girl properly first" he said smiling at you and you'd be lying if you said it doesn't do things to you even if your upset with him. How could he do this?!? One time he's saying he hates you and now he's all over you as if he really is?!?

"I'm tired shawn I wanna take a shower" you said while planting the same fake smile on your face. He frowned at you and them pulled you into a hug and you only dropped your hands low...not embracing the hug.

"Want me to join?' he asked playfully smirking at you and it literally made you feel all sorts of way but you knew it was all an act and he just.. thought you were a hoe.

"No I'm really tired shawn" you said now turning around and walking to the bathroom with tears forming real quick in your eyes.

"Okay... baby I'll start preparing dinner then" he said and you didn't fail to pick up the hurt in his voice. But why??? He doesn't care at all!! What a great ass actor?!? Your seriously doubting if you dreamed all that. But nah...its real..he hurt you.

You took a long ass shower washing yourself and feeling all your emotions get warmed up by the warm water and you just...started crying. You cried silenty under the shower where one couldn't distinguish tears from water. Maybe you were clingy. But that's only because you love him but why would he call you a HOE!?! Why?? Why would he disrespect you like that?? After 3 years of relationship, was your love for him making you look like a hoe??

After you got out of the shower, usually you would've just put on one of Shawn's hoodies and then go chill on the couch but today you just.. couldn't bring yourself to wear his clothes. So you put on one of your band t-shirts and some shorts and walked to the kitchen where Shawn had already prepared and put out dinner on the table and was waiting for your company.

He came to you with a toothless smile on his face which quickly dropped by half when he noticed you weren't wearing one of his clothes..but he didn't let it bother him that much or let's say... tried to act like it didn't bother him as much as it did. You still noticed it though..and it gave you a weird feeling.

He hugged you which again you didn't return.

"You smell so good!" He said pulling away from the hug and you gave him your half assed fake smile AGAIN.

Shawn was fully aware that something was wrong but he thought you'd tell him while having dinner.

He led you to the table and pulled the chair out for you like he always did and you both sat down to have dinner.

Awkwardness was all around the table.

You did not talk at all and even though shawn tried his best and asked you stuff to get you to talk about what's wrong or let's say..make it less awkward, all your replies were just..yes, no and silence.

After dinner you washed your plate and mumbled a goodnight that didn't feel like it was to ANYONE and went to sleep.

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It went like this for a few days.. you being extra awkward to Shawn and purposely avoiding him and distancing yourself from him and being really down. He was really sad and hurt and frustrated because he would ask you whats the matter and you would either tell him "nothing" or just shrug your shoulders. You didn't even look him in the eyes anymore. Shawn was really really confused and even more worried.

Well how could you talk to him?!? After all he called you clingy and annoying which means he doesn't want you around and also he called you a hoe.

One day Shawn came back from the studio and saw you reading a book on the couch. A small smile creeped on his face knowing that you were reading some sort of romance novel.

"What are you doing?" He asked while coming and sitting next to you.

You were pretty lost in the book so you did not see him coming in.

"Oh just a stupid book haha... I have to get back to work now.." you said and got up to leave only to walk two steps and stop at the mention of your name.

"Y/n" you turned around to see Shawn now standing up from the couch with a very hurt look on his face.

"I don't know why but I noticed that you've been purposefully avoiding me for a few days..why are you doing that?? What did I do??please talk to me.." He asked now looking straight into your eyes and you could see right in his eyes that he was hurt.

"What? I don't know what your talking abou..-!" You were cut of by Shawn showing his palm infront of your face.

"Y/n stop...you know what you've been doing.....Is it me?? Did I do anything wrong?? Please talk to me.....you can always talk to me you know" he said now reaching for your hand but the moment his hand touched you you shook it away and backed off like he attacked you or something.

Shawn looked at you as if his heart just broke.

"No shawn..you should've thought about that before calling me a clingy, annoying hoe" you said for once and stormed in your bedroom slamming the door shut.

Shawn followed right behind you and got the door shut right on his face.

"What are you talking about-!? I- I-..! Dont understand! I never called you any of that!" Shawn said now leaning on the door.

"Stop fucking lying shawn I heard you talking with connor and Brian that day and you called me all those things!!" You barked from the other side of the door.

"Shit! Baby I can explain! Please open the door for me! I swear I didn't mean for you to hear it!" He said now banging on the door.

"Of course you didn't! And Explain what?!? That I'm being delusional and maybe even say some half assed lies?? How did I ever believe that you love me?!? Maybe I am clingy...But you called me a hoe!!"

"No baby please listen! I know it would've sounded so very wrong but just wasn't being serious! We were just joking around and I said that" he tried to explain and it did not even harm a hair of your anger.

"Haha what are you saying shawn?! That would never convince anyone! Try harder with your lies and leave me the fuck alone!" You said.

"Baby please believe me.. you are the most gorgeous and amazing women I've ever met and I could never ever say such things about you! I love you! Please believe me!" He said with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"I wish I could believe you shawn..but I actually heard this with my own ears.." you said.. now wiping your own tears.

"Please open the door for me I will explain it all please just...hear me out!" He said now bringing his hands to his face to catch the spilling tears.

You opened the door to him kneeling on the floor. You sat next to him resting your back on the wall.

After a few seconds he came and sat next to you..... Both of you staring at whatever that was ahead of you.

"Explain" you said.

Shawn wiped his tears and started talking.

"So...that day..you went to work and connor and brian came over and we were chatting on the couch and you know how connor loves you and me together like he ships us so hard haha so me and Brian were just pranking him and joking around so I just said I don't like you to prank connor....it sounds so fake...I know but that's the truth..I should've never said that..even if it was a joke I'm so sorry baby. You can even call Brian or Connor right now and ask them if you don't believe me " he said

By now you felt almost dizzy..you're so dumb!! 😬..you were making such a huge ass deal about this. OMG you're so stupid!! Wtf?? How could you be so stupid?? Like..all of this would've never happen if you just opened your mouth and talked to your boyfriend!!!!

"I..-! I'm sorry" you said, looking at Shawn who was already looking at you.

"I'm so so sorry baby I thought you didn't love me anymore I mean..I know I'm not that good looking and you could basically have any girl you wanted and I just-! I'm so sorry!! Ya know I always am terrified that one day I'll wake up and you don't love me anymore and I just-.... I should've just talked to you about this. Shit! I'm so stupid this is all my fault!!" You were full on crying right now and shawn just pulled you to his chest while you cried.

"Hey Don't say that!! You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on and I can't even imagine living a life where you hate me and it's okay bubba I mean..if I was you this is exactly how I would've acted but from now on ..please talk to me if I did something that upsets you....I hate it when we cry" shawn said cracking a small smile.

"I'm sorry again" you said pouting your lips only for shawn to grab your face and kiss your frown away replacing it with a genuine smile, Something that has been lacking from your face for the past few days.

"It's alright now do you wanna make dinner or get Mc Donalds??"

You smiled at your sweet boy. He already knew the answer.

"Mc Donalds it is!"

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pixieminutes · 5 years ago

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4th August, 2021 | KSM

genre: fluff, husband!seungmin

members: kim seungmin x reader, bang chan, hwang hyunjin, seo changbin, yang jeongin, lee minho, lee felix, han jisung

warnings: none

4th August, 2021: 10:42

“not too hard!” you gasped out as your bridesmaid, yerin, dragged the brush through your hair, “it’s always knotty after i get out the shower.”

she rolled her eyes, “you’re so overdramatic.”

“hardly!” you exclaimed, turning to face her, “look, how about we just wait for the hairdresser to arrive, hmm?”

she chuckled.

“what? what’s so funny?”

“your boob’s come out your dressing gown,” she snorted.

you looked down, sorting yourself out before giving her the finger.

“you just need to relax, okay? this is supposed to be the best day of your life!”

you sighed, playing with the ring on your fourth finger, “i know, i’m just nervous.”

“guess who’s here! and with alcohol!” your maid of honour, nari, exclaimed.

you laughed, “maybe that’ll fix it.”

yerin rushed forward, grabbing the bottle, “i’m not having you get drunk before the ceremony, y/n!”

nari frowned, “why not?”

when yerin opened her mouth to shout at her, your maid of honour just laughed.

“i’m joking! y/n’s not a lightweight, a glass of champagne is not gonna affect her,” nari said, rolling her eyes.

“fine,” yerin sighed, “but i need two times more than her.”

your other friend, and temporary make-up artist for the day, taemi, just rolled her eyes, “why don’t you just grow a pair and ask him out?!”

“i think he’s quite traditional! i don’t wanna be the one to do it and then make him feel bad!” yerin exclaimed with a sigh, “but i am tired.”

“me and seungmin did put you next to each other at the tables,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your champagne.

“you did?!” yerin shrieked, “what?! what am i supposed to do?!”

“talk to him,” nari shrugged, “you both like each other, it’s clear. chan’s not exactly good at hiding his emotions, is he?”

“and besides, after today he’ll be the only non-married member. he deserves someone. especially if that someone is you!” you exclaimed, “just take the lead. he’ll become comfortable with it in no time.”

“ladies!” your mum smiled, walking in the room, “hairdresser’s here!”

12:03

“seungmin’s gonna love you,” nari said, watching as you straightened out your skirt.

“thank you for being here, ri. there’s a lot i couldn’t have done without you.”

nari chuckled, climbing on the podium behind you, leaning her head on your shoulder, “you’re telling me. we’re so close my parents are crying. they barely did that on my wedding day.”

“shut up, they so did!”

“yeah, cause they hate hyunjin,” she laughed.

you shook your head with a laugh, looking down to your manicured nails, remembering the nights you’d spent with nari at sleepovers, both squished into either her bed or yours; talking, dreaming, thinking.

“it is everything we always talked about it being, isn’t it?” you asked, “getting married.”

“of course it is,” nari teased, “we’re never wrong, you know.”

you laughed, before turning and looking at her, not through the mirror, “but—”

“but seriously,” she spoke with a smile, taking your hands in hers, “you and seungmin love each other more than i’ve ever seen before. i could see it from the moment you met him.”

you rolled your eyes, hiding a smile, “that’s an over exaggeration.”

“you couldn’t take your eyes off him! and you didn’t listen to anything anyone else said for the rest of the evening,” she giggled, “you’re sure you wanna do this, though?”

“100%,” you sighed with a smile, “love you.”

she chuckled, mostly out of relief, “i love you too, now i believe there’s an army of bridesmaids and your dad waiting for you downstairs.”

12:26

“why the fuck are we here, seungmin?! it is half an hour before your wedding starts,” changbin pointed out, the eight boys piling into their old dorm building, now emptied out and ready to be filled by a group of new trainees.

“y/n might even be on her way now!” jeongin exclaimed.

seungmin shook his head, seeming distracted, “y/n’s never early.”

“can you at least tell us what you’re looking for so we can help you?” chan sighed, stepping up as the groom’s best man, a role he had taken on for all his members.

“don’t worry,” seungmin smiled, pulling up the loose floorboard in his old bedroom, taking out the box from beneath it.

“that’s definitely cursed,” minho commented as seungmin blew off the dust.

the soon-to-be-married man shook his head, opening the box and pulling out the handmade necklace you’d made him on your first date.

“i can’t believe i forgot this,” he whispered, sliding it over his head and popping it into his white shirt.

“happy now?” felix asked.

seungmin smiled with a nod, “yep. ready to get married.”

13:00

“everybody please stand,” the officiant spoke.

seungmin took a breath, shaking his hands out before standing and turning to face the entrance of the ball room.

chan smiled from behind him, wishing the younger boy luck.

the piano started to play and the doors opened, revealing minho and jisung’s daughters in their mother’s arms, spreading rose petals down the aisle as they went. a smile spead across seungmin’s face, watching the babies giggle at their jobs before happily being passed back into their dad’s arms to settle before the boring part.

then, his attention was taken again, by you.

the first time seungmin had met you, both of you were in a group of people. you; hyunjin’s girlfriend’s friends. him; stray kids. but for whatever reason, there was an unbreakable eye contact filled with blushes and shy smiles from the moment you’d seen each other.

he still remembers the first words he said to you: “i’m seungmo– min. i’m seungmin.”

then you laughed, that laugh he’s loved so much since the first moment he heard it: “i think i prefer seungmo.”

but now, you were in a white dress, you arm linked with your dad’s, followed by your friends, their own husbands watching them with loving eyes.

seungmin found himself with his mouth open, a tear forming in his eye as you hugged your dad, allowing him to take a seat.

“this is weird,” you whispered, taking seungmin’s hand.

he laughed lowly, walking forward, “i’m thinking about that chicken we’ll buy tonight.”

you looked to him with a smile on your face. this was it, the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with, “living for it.”

“we’re gathered here today for the marriage of miss. y/n y/l/n to mr. kim seungmin,” the officiant spoke, the real deal.

there were poems and songs, spoken by family and friends, filled with tears and laughs, and finally; the vows.

“mine aren’t as good as they could be,” you chuckled, “because i’m not good at saying things, or writing down things for that matter. but, here goes.”

seungmin smiled shyly, looking down at the floor before looking back in your eyes as you spoke your vows to him, and his to you. not once did either of you look away, not for the reactions of your friends and family and not for any random screams of babies. just you two; right there, together.

“do you, kim seungmin, take y/n y/l/n to be your wife?” the officiant asked, seungmin holding your left hand in his, the tangled silver ring in his other.

“i do.”

unable to hide your smile, he slid the ring on your finger.

“and do you, y/n y/l/n, take kim seungmin to be your husband?”

tears filled your eyes as you nodded, sliding the ring on seungmin’s left hand ring finger, “i do.”

“i now pronounce you man and wife!” the officiant cheered, all your friends and family clapping and crying, “you may kiss the bride!”

“may i?” seungmin chuckled, moving towards you, his hand on the back of your head.

you giggled, nodding as he closed the gap between you.

when he pulled away, seungmin stared at you for a few seconds before the two of you walked down the aisle and into the back room to sign the papers.

“i hope you’re wearing yours, by the way,” seungmin said, his hand not letting go of yours, “because i had to pull up an old floor board to find mine.”

you laughed, “seungmo, that’s your fault for hiding it there.”

he rolled his eyes, looking at you expectantly.

“but, yes, i have it,” you said, pulling the handmade necklace out the pocket of your dress, “and look! my dress has pockets!”

seungmin laughed, leaning forward and catching your lips in another kiss, “i love you.”

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, “i love you too.”

15:28

“and now, the couple’s first dance,” chan announced, everyone in the ballroom clapping as the band began to play when you love someone by day6.

“my lady,” seungmin teased, placing his hands on your waist as your arms loosely wrapped around his neck, your fingers running through his hair as you swayed side to side.

“isn’t it weird that everyone’s watching us,” you giggled, leaning in so only he could hear you.

“they’ll start dancing soon,” he whispered, “though yes, i am sweating lots and lots.”

“and i’m really full. why are they expecting us to dance straight away after a four course meal?”

seungmin laughed, “that’s your fault for eating so much.”

“hey!” you protested, “it tasted really good.”

“you’re adorable.”

21:06

“i’m already tired,” you whined, “i think i’ve danced with everyone in this room.”

“and i’ve been between your mum and grandma too many times.”

you laughed as seungmin came towards you, sitting beside you on the front of the stage.

“these shoes are so uncomfortable.”

“mine too.”

you smiled, “let’s take them off.”

“i don’t think we’re allowed to do that,” seungmin frowned.

“it’s our wedding,” you giggled, already taking the foot-pinching high heels off, “we’re allowed to do whatever we want.”

“in that case, then,” seungmin said, pulling off his black dress shoes and taking off his tie.

“see?!” you laughed, taking some of the pins that were pinching out of your hair and letting it fall around your face, “so good.”

“care to dance?” seungmin offered, standing up with an outstretched hand a smirk.

“can we go up to our room afterwards?”

“and order as much room service as we like,” seungmin smiled, “come on, we have to stay until at least all the kids have left.”

5th August, 2021: 00:11

“finally!”

“in you go, mrs kim,” seungmin smiled, opening the hotel room door to let you in, following close behind you.

“mr kim!” you gasped with a laugh, “chicken!”

“and wine!”

you whined, “i don’t even wanna get out of this dress.”

seungmin laughed, throwing his suit jacket on the sofa before laying on the king sized bed.

“i’m eating chicken before anything else,” he shrugged.

you giggled, jumping beside him, your masses of skirt laying around you as you opened the box of fried chicken, seungmin opening and pouring two glasses of wine.

“to us,” you said, clinking your glass with his.

“cheers,” he smiled, “to us.”

he laid back, casually picking at the chicken as he turned the tv on, “shall we have a bath after this?”

“sounds amazing,” you groaned, “we have to be at breakfast in the morning though.”

seungmin rolled his eyes, “can they not leave us alone now.”

you laughed, pulling out the homemade necklace from your pocket and slipping it over your head, before your gaze fell on your left ring finger.

“thank you, seungmo,” you hummed, “this day has been incredible.”

seungmin smiled, looking up at you with love pouring from his eyes, “i hope everyday is just as incredible from now on.”

“for the rest of our lives,” you giggled, taking a sip of wine.

“thanks, hate that thought,” seungmin snorted.

“hey!” you laughed, throwing a cheese stick at him.

seungmin laughed, “but i love you.”

“nope,” you shook your head as seungmin leaned up to you, “you don’t get a kiss.”

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