#but it would be really funny if they were friends

[hansoleil]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “downfall”.

— cheol × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut. — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3787. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: afab reader, toxic ex!cheol, unprotected sex, alcohol, jealousy, choking, a few slaps, oral (f. receiving), anal (just a mention) & inappropriate language. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: so about my obsession with ex-boyfriends...

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. cheol is your downfall and vice-versa.

Seven minutes. It had been exactly seven minutes since your night had been ruined. The name of the catastrophe? Choi Seungcheol. Your friends tried to convince you otherwise: it wasn't the end of the world to meet him here. But you were hardheaded. It's one thing to see the screenshots of his stories — that your friends casually sent you with the pure intention of cursing him out in every possible way — and it's another completely different thing to meet him in person for the first time in three weeks.

Everything was going well... a little too well — you should have seen something coming. One minute you were walking to the bar all happy, ready to order another one of those colorful drinks that made you lose a bit of your moral sense, and the next thing you know, you're running into a certain individual who didn't seem really happy to see you there. It was like seeing a ghost, you were sure your expression was mortified.

Now your party companions were trying to bring you back to your senses. There was no reason to feel intimidated by his presence: you were an adult and single, period. From afar, it looked like Rocky Balboa's team instigating him to win another fight. You were waiting for the moment when someone would hand you two boxing gloves and a mouth guard, but it didn't happen — too bad, you would have loved to beat Seungcheol up (he deserved it). The point was: you weren't going to let him ruin your fun. You had agreed to come with the sole intention of moving on, because it was about time.

That was it: tonight Seungcheol didn't exist.

Your biggest problem, however, was to prove to yourself that he, in fact, "didn't exist". Getting him out of your system wasn't an easy thing, not at all. He still left you disoriented without even having to talk to you and that was a bad sign — despite all the time you were apart, you didn't seem to be anywhere near getting over him.

You needed a distraction. Any pretty face would do, after all you didn't want anything serious, just someone who would make you stop thinking for a bit. Sneakily, you separated yourself from your friends, assuring them that you were fine and were just going to look for something to keep your mind busy.

Finding an interesting target wasn't a difficult task, you soon spotted a dark-haired guy leaning against one of the walls in the corner of the club. Judging by his look and posture, he seemed to be looking for the same thing you were: fun. At first, it was hard to approach him and start a conversation. The last person you had flirted with was Seungcheol — your flirting was a little rusty. But since the man also seemed to like you, it didn't take long for him to reciprocate your intentions.

Chatting away... you admitted that besides being handsome, he was also funny — had chosen so well, you wouldn't mind making out with him if the opportunity arose. You took another sip of your drink, still smiling at another one of the blatant pick-up lines he just kept throwing at you. You were hooked on his charming smile, but found it strange how quickly the man's expression turned into one of confusion out of the blue.

Was there something wrong with your hair? Maybe you had messed it up a bit. You raised one of your hands, trying to fix any possible stray strands. The air stopped in your lungs as you felt something wrap around your wrist, followed by a wet nudge on the palm of your hand — which you assumed to be a kiss.

"Princess?", the voice closer than you had anticipated. Okay. So the pressure you felt around your body was not a ghost. In fact...

"Che- Seungcheol?", was "surprised" the correct description? No, maybe "shocked" would fit the situation better. You couldn't understand. You had definitely seen him — you even had the impression that he made sure you knew he was there. But you didn't think he would have the audacity to come close to you.

"Found you, huh? Were you hiding from me, babe?", the loud music didn't refrain you from listening and you knew that your new "admirer" was also able to hear — the embarrassed behavior of the man in front of you wasn't helping you think. "Do you want to introduce me to your... friend?", you couldn't see it, but Seungcheol's face expressed disdain in every detail.

"What are you doing here?", dismissing all his previous questions, you opted to ask one yourself. His hand had already released your wrist and was now resting on your waist, as if it was only natural for him to do so.

"I'm taking care of you.", it had been a while since you last heard him this close, and it wasn't doing your mind any good.

"Do you know him?", a third voice broke through the bubble that surrounded the two of you. You barely had time to open your mouth when Seungcheol interrupted:

"Clearly, she does. And you? Who are you?", he spat the words as if the interruption was completely unwanted — and it really was.

"Wasn't talking to you. Do you know him, ____?", the other man retorted without taking his eyes off yours.

You were nervous. It felt like you were put up against a wall. Nodding, you mumbled a soft 'yes'.

"Still, do you want me to get you out of here?", he offered. Seungcheol let out a low chuckle, a shiver running down your spine. You felt him release your waist, as if he was letting you free to choose.

"Do you wanna go with him or do you want to talk to me, princess?", he took a step back, hands now inside his pockets. It was just an act, Seungcheol didn't doubt your answer for even a second. He knew the choice had already been made as soon as he saw you for the first time that night.

"I'm sorry.", you whispered to the man in front of you, feeling the need to disguise an indecisive expression on your face — as if you really needed to ponder the fact. Turning around embarrassed, you tried doing anything and everything to avoid looking directly at Seungcheol's smug expression. He shrugged at the other man as if to say "well..."

You were starting to wonder if you had given in too easily—but who were you trying to fool? It was Seungcheol.

[...]

The hand placed on the lower part of your back guided you to the bathroom. Avoiding looking around, afraid you were being observed by one of your friends — you didn't need anyone else questioning your morals, your brain was already taking care of that. Being the first to enter the room, you leaned on the sink counter while Seungcheol locked the door.

"Be quick. What is it you want to tell me?", arms crossed, you had finally breathed enough to be able to at least pretend not to be distressed by his presence.

"Oh, me?", he looked up, pretending to think. "I wanted to say that...", he approached you stealthily, as if you were going to attack him at any moment. "...that I miss you.", he confessed, already very close, threatening to put his hands on your waist.

"You made that stupid scene outside just to tell me you miss me?", you questioned incredulously, hated knowing he didn't have a plausible reason for dragging you here.

Well, he did have a reason, but one that you didn't want to hear.

"Missing you isn't enough?", he pouted. You took his hands off your waist as quickly as he put them there.

"No. It's not."

"You're being too cruel."

"And you're playing coy. Say it, Seungcheol. Why did you bring me here?", the use of his name was intentional, he needed to feel cornered in order to admit his own truths. The man sighed in exasperation. Bingo.

"Because I didn't want you near him. Is that what you wanna hear?", he faked a bored expression and that was enough to aggravate you more.

"That's your fucking problem! Do you like acting like an idiot or something? That's exactly why we broke up.", Seungcheol was like that before the relationship started, you don't even know why you expected anything different from him.

"And you think it's safe to trust a guy you just met?", he tried to turn the situation around on you.

"I'm old enough to decide what to do with my own life. I already told you to stop trying to control me, it's ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous is you pretending you didn't want to be here. I didn't force you to come with me, so why all this drama?", it hurt you to admit he had a point, you could have said "no".

"What if I hadn't come, Seungcheol? What would you do?", you both seemed to love rhetorical questions.

"I would have to leave in order to not beat that son of a bitch. Simple as that.", the threat didn't scare you — it wasn't odd of him. Seeing Seungcheol jealous was like finding a fork in the kitchen: trivial. There was no surprise in that.

"Do you hear how stupid you sound? It doesn't make any sense! You don't own me. If I wanted to be with him, I would."

"And do you want it?", he asked immediately, you avoided his eyes at the question — there was no need to answer. His hands went to your waist once again, but you didn't stop him this time. "Look at me, princess. How long are you going to keep pretending? I know you miss me too.", his face was now close, you could feel his warm breath hitting your skin.

"Seungcheol-"

"Cheollie.", he corrected. "Have you forgotten already, babe? It's been so long since I took care of you, right?", Seungcheol pecked your lips, smiling when he saw you getting closer — wanting more. Hand trailing gently between your legs, caressing your sensitive bud over your panties. "Missed me, yeah?", if you were more inexperienced you would think the man was talking to you — but you knew very well he was talking to your pussy, a strange habit. "Are your little fingers enough, princess?"

"Yes.", you agreed, trying to sound convincing.

"You sure you're not lying? I can see it on your face, princess. Getting all squirmy just listening to my voice.", he lifted your dress and picked you up carefully, placing your body on the counter. "When was the last time someone else played with this little pussy, baby?", already taking off your panties, as if it was usual. Pursing your lips, you weren't able to answer. "I was the last one, wasn't I?", he chuckled — his sounding more like a statement than a question. "It's no fun having sex with someone who doesn't know how to fuck you properly, right?", you could only think about how Seungcheol seemed to talk too much — part of it was true and the other part was a result of your wounded pride, you hated the fact that he was right. You frowned, irritated. "What's wrong? Do you think that bastard outside can make you this wet?"

"How about you just shut the fuck up and get on with it?" you barked, horniness and irritation fighting for the center stage of your brain.

"You've been without me for just a little and you're already being bratty again?", his fingers caressing your folds in a feather-light touch. "Do I need to remind you of your place?" he questioned, slapping your clit as a warning. Your body tensed, relaxing when you felt the same fingers massaging the swollen bud.

He carefully worked you open with two fingers, his eyes trained on yours. The man smiled as soon as he felt how drenched you were. Thrusting a few times, he watched your face contort. Cheol slowly withdrew them, putting the same fingers inside your mouth. You showed no resistance, cleaning them up. He bent down with a spark in his face, loving your expectant expression. And that was the last thing you saw, eyes closing as soon as Seungcheol practically swallowed your pussy.

His restless tongue stimulating you in a sloppy movement, dipping inside your hole with easy, drool dripping everywhere. Your hands grabbed his hair as he captured your little clit between his lips, sucking it in a way that made your skin crawl. You moaned softly, not understanding how you had managed to stay without him for so long. He stood up slowly, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your body.

Seungcheol wrapped your face between his hands, pulling you into a kiss full of yearning. It was a bit of a mess, he acted like he would never be able to kiss you ever again. You could feel the desire and desperation mixed together — it was driving you insane. You did what you could to reciprocate, feeling lost now that he was starting to steal your oxygen. A rustling noise echoed on the room, followed by the sound of a zipper. He left your lips for a few seconds, just enough to guide his tip to your glistening slit. He went back to the kiss, both of you moaning sensitively as he sunk down on you.

Seungcheol seemed to have lost his arrogant demeanor, growling vulnerable against your lips, thrusting with need. He was indecisive, torn between kissing you properly and fucking you the way he wanted. Your body shivered with everything, you felt stretched open — him deep inside you. Kissing him felt like breathing again, but there was another part of you that seemed to be much more needy for Seungcheol — and it was to this part that you decided to give in. You broke the kiss with difficulty, the man didn't want to let go of you. Placing your palms behind your body to support your weight, you opened your legs even more.

"Fuck me...", you mumbled, breath hitching. You heard the man grunt as he grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter. His thrusts grew harsher, almost animalistic. Bodies burning more, the wet sound from when your bodies collided buzzing inside your ears. You surprised yourself when you came, the wave of pleasure intoxicating your mind. Legs trembling, throwing your head back, not knowing what to do with yourself.

Dizzy, you called out to him. Your arms no longer had the strength to support your body weight, you could feel them shaking as you tried to stay in the same position. The man's hands forcing your legs open didn't help you much either.

"Open up for me," he demanded with authority. Seungcheol didn't even need to explain, you already knew what he meant — you were used to it, you'd done it more times than you could remember. You rested your forearm completely on the cold marble, afraid you'd fall if you tried to support yourself with just one hand, your torso lowering as a consequence. You felt him withdrawing in a slow movement, the man knew that this caused you a tingling sensation — he did it just to see your face twisting.

Your trembling hand went down to your spent pussy as soon as he finally pulled out completely. Fingers separating your folds, fully "opening up" to Seungcheol.

"Fuck, just like that...", he started jerking off vigorously, eyes focused on the middle of your legs. The crease between his eyebrows became more evident, mouth opening with sensitivity, letting his breath escape unhindered. You watched him guide the tip right to your hole, knowing exactly what was coming. Your walls tightened against nothing when he finally came, making sure to spill it right on top of your pussy - he didn't even close his eyes, just to watch his cum dripping.

His hand closed around your neck without much pressure, just to pull you in for a dirty kiss.

He devoured your lips skillfully, biting and sucking on them with hunger. Using his tongue in an obscene way, as if he was fucking your mouth with it — even smiling while at it, because he knew you thought the same way. You were so blissed out, you almost didn't notice when his other hand slipped between your legs again. His two fingers collecting the dripping whitish liquid and sticking it inside your hole. You tried to grab Cheol's wrist, still too sensitive. It was no use, he was clearly stronger than you, continuing to stimulate you with ease.

"Trying to waste it, princess? Then I'll have to give you more.", he whispered against your lips, still smiling at the way you tried to refuse his fingers. "Turn that ass for me.", he patted your thigh to reinforce the command — a not-so-strange possibility popping up in your mind. What if he...? Your eyes widened and he had the audacity to laugh at your expression. "That's not what I meant, princess... not today, at least.", he lifted an eyebrow. "And don't act like this, I know you miss that too.", he tried to contain his laughter. "Don't worry, I'm just playing with this little pussy today.", he assured you, sticking the tip of his thumb in your used hole. "Hurry."

You sighed, struggling to lift your tired body from the counter. He helped you as soon as he lost patience with your slowness. It didn't take long for you to finally be facing the mirror, feeling his rigid body pressed against yours. Looking in the mirror, you couldn't be startled by your state, the man behind you had already ruined you so many times it wasn't even worth the surprise anymore.

"You look so fucking hot like this, princess.", he nuzzled your neck affectionately, his strong arms surrounding your waist. "All worn-out after getting fucked so good, right?", he now massaged your breasts carefully. "Do you like being like this, babe? Looking all dumb for my cock?", his tone made you wet in a very embarrassing way. Seungcheol wasn't drunk, but it was noticeable that he had had a drink or two — he was too uninhibited, too cruel.

"Cheollie..."

"Do you like it?" he squeezed your nipples painfully, demanding an answer.

"I do."

"Now, it wasn't so hard, was it? Gonna fuck you a little more, princess. So you can remember who owns this pussy.", he gave two or three light slaps, reaffirming his own words. Seungcheol used his legs to force yours open, thrusting himself inside you easily — you were still drenched, his previous actions helping the process. You felt your legs weaken. Knowing it wouldn't be long before you came again you decided to play with your luck. You were one of the few people in the world who, in their right mind, had the courage to play with Seungcheol's ego.

"You don't own me.", you forced the words out between gasps — having him so deep inside you didn't help you with your diction.

"Repeat it.", he sounded stern and that only made your situation worse. "I told you to repeat it.", the force of his thrusts increased. You had to hold your own body weight with your palms, otherwise you would've fallen face first on the counter.

"Cheol..."

"You can't even speak and still think you can decide anything?", he chuckled smugly.

The growing pleasure was overwhelming your senses to the point you felt like crying. Arching your body even more, squirming with how good he was fucking your pussy. You whimpered softly, trying to contain yourself. Your body was pulled swiftly, the man's chest now completely glued to your back. His pace was now slower, but the thrusts were still harsh — slow and strong. Your eyes squeezed shut, you didn't know how much more you could take.

"Open your eyes.", as always, the command came with something to inflict a little pain on you, this time your hair was the target. It was far from being effective, only making you squeeze your eyes tighter. "Fucking open it or I'll stop."

Now that was effective. You obeyed with difficulty, glimpsing one of the most filthy scenes you had ever seen. Seungcheol gave you a depraved look through the reflection of the mirror. Your body shaking, breasts bouncing as he fucked you, promiscuous. The sound of your skin clashing echoing through the bathroom also didn't help. His hand trailed up to your neck, closing itself against your throat again.

"So I don't own you, right?", he whispered, his orbs still staring at yours through the reflection.

"N-no.", you don't know where you found the strength to keep teasing, being so close to come undone again.

"But who's making your little pussy cum? Hm?", he squeezed your neck, very pleased with your face. "Are you letting someone else fuck you by any chance? I bet you didn't.", his calloused fingers caressed your clit, your eyes almost rolling back. "You wouldn't do that, would you, babe? You're not a slut...", he whispered the last part, he knew it was degrading — and, even worse, he knew it turned you on. "You only know how to act like a little slut with me, right, princess? I didn't even need to try much. It was so easy making you give it to me.", he slapped your thighs a few times, as if reprimanding you for the mentioned fact — totally contradictory. "But it's just because you love me, yeah?", he groaned softly, pushing himself deeper. You nodded, your eyes closed, completely surrendered. "Do you love me? Say it.", he growled close to your ear, feeling you cumming. Your pussy gushed again, body shaking as you climaxed.

"I love you.", it was just a weak whisper, but you knew he had heard it — the big smile he gave you in the reflection made it quite clear. You felt him thrust a few more times, staying close when he finally filled you up, cumming deep inside you. A chaste peck was left on your shoulder.

"Such a pretty girl...", he admired your ruined state in the mirror. You looked exhausted, whoever saw you would be able to assume what Seungcheol had done to you. "I love you so much, princess... will you stay with me, baby? Will you let me take care of you again?", his tone was pleading, big eyes seemed to shine more than ever.

You didn't need much time to think, this choice had also been made along with the first one. You were never in a position to deny Seungcheol anything.

The two of you were each other's downfall.

# — © 2025 hansoleil ᯓ★ masterlist.

[thanosscross]

Doodles - Hwang HyunJin X Reader - Soulmate AU

Summary: After you turn 17, you can see whatever your soulmate writes on their body. whatever they write appearing in the same place on your body, so what happens after your 21st birthday whenever you start getting suspicious if your soulmate is an idol or not?

Warnings: SMUT! Smut smut smut at the end! <3

Word count: 5.7K 👀 longest story yet lovelies!

Nothing was more frustrating and rewarding than having a soulmate, especially whenever whatever was written on your soulmate's body, would also appear on yours in the same spot. It'd all start as soon as somebody turned seventeen-years-old, nobody could explain it, no scientist, conspiracy theorist, religion follower could figure it out. As soon as it would hit the exact time you were born on your seventeenth birthday, it would happen though.

For Hwang HyunJin, it would take a few weeks for anything to appear on his body, but the first time it would, he'd be on the couch with one of his friends, and bandmates, Felix. They'd be hanging out together, going through different funny videos that fans had made, whenever Felix would notice the words starting to form on his friend's wrist, almost like it was a permanent ink pen '2,301,676 + 72,063 + 170,068'. "Hyunjin! Look! I think your soulmate is doing something!" He smiled excitedly, HyunJin glanced down, smiling slightly "They're doing math" He chuckled, picking up a pen as he started to write below the words that sat permanently on his wrist until yours faded, or you washed it off. '2,543,807' he wrote, setting the pen and his phone down with a smile, feeling proud that he could help his soulmate with something.

You wouldn't be able to see anything from HyunJin for another three years, whenever your seventeenth birthday would hit, you'd hide in your room, waiting excitedly for any interaction with your soulmate. You'd wait for about a week before you'd try and reach out first, writing a small 'hi :)' on the top of your hand, but nothing would ever appear for you. You'd start to think maybe you just didn't have a soulmate, never getting any type of response until one night, whenever you were staying over at your friends, waiting for the new StrayKids album to release. Laying on her couch, almost asleep until you spotted the faint markings at the bottom of your arm.

'Boom Vamos, I know that you want it

Boom Lobos, we cannot stop hunting

Boom Ratatata I'mma make it'

You'd stare in confusion, trying desperately to figure out what the phrase meant until you'd hear the newest Stray Kids song 'Chk Chk Boom'. That would cause you to become very, very suspicious over who your soulmate was, and how the hell they got ahold of Straykids lyrics before the official release. You'd spend a few weeks going back and forth with your soulmate, sure you hadn't had an actual conversation, but you'd go back and forth with your writing. If HyunJin wrote down song lyrics, you'd try your best to finish the song, if they were lyrics from a song, you hadn't heard yet, you'd always leave a small note of 'Sounds amazing :)' After those few weeks, you'd be convinced, your soulmate had to be someone in StrayKids, or someone who works with them, how else would they be getting song lyrics before the song's release?

Only a few hours away, in their studio, HyunJin would be lectured by his manager and Bangchan "It's not that we don't want you talking to them, but you're leaking song lyrics when you write them on yourself" Bangchan tried to reason, Hyunjin just raised his eyebrows, not really liking the way he felt like a child in trouble. "How else am I going to remember them?" He protested, their manager just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose "I don't know, Just- Bangchan, figure it out" He sighed before rushing out of the recording studio, beyond stressed, leaving the boy group to sit alone awkwardly. "How about this, we just write the lyrics on the glass window of the booth, and then just clean it when we're done?" Han asked, causing Bangchan to smile brightly "Yea! Yea, that'd be perfect!" He replied, rushing to the desk to grab a dry-erase marker.

You wouldn't get anymore song lyrics after that, instead HyunJin would draw small little doodles on his arms, blushing brightly whenever he'd notice an addition to his doodle, done by his soulmate. You'd take pictures of each drawing that would be on your arm, not wanting to ever forget how adorable they were. "Y/n! Y/n L/n! Open the door!!" Your best friend shouted pounding harshly on the door, as you opened it, your friend quickly barreled into your apartment, practically exploding with excitement. "Slow down! What's wrong with you?" You giggled loudly, watching as she turned around squealing "How much do you love me!?" She squealed, holding her phone close to her chest "Uhhh, I don't know? More than anything" You smiled playfully, watching as she squealed again "Well! Your best friend in the whole world! Got us pit tickets to StrayKids next month!! With a signing the day before!" She screamed, not being able to hold back her excitement any longer, you stared at her in shock before squealing loudly as you hugged her tightly. Celebrating for the rest of the night with shots and blasting your favorite songs until you both ended up passing out.

One Month Later..~

As you paced the lobby of the signing, you felt your nerves starting to rise, why were you doing this? Why didn't you decide to wear a jacket or a long sleeve shirt? You had woken up that morning with your arm littered with the same signature over and over again, from your hand all the way to your shoulder. If you hadn't been such a fan of the boy group, you'd never have recognized it as quickly, but almost immediately, you and your friend recognized the signature of Hwang HyunJin. After that, you felt sure you knew who your soulmate was, you just needed to see if his arm matched. Now as you stood in the lobby though, you were regretting not bring some type of jacket, what if Hyunjin's arm wasn't the same? What if it was just some coincidence and all you looked like was a weird fan? As your friend rushed you inside, your anxiety began to multiply for a different reason. A few feet ahead of you sat all eight members of Stray Kids, as your eyes landed on HyunJin, your heart started hammering in your chest.

HyunJin had been nervous that day, he wasn't exactly sure why, nor would he show it, but he'd go to extreme lengths to make sure his outfit, hair, and signature was perfect. He wasn't sure why he was going to such lengths; he just had a voice in his head and a feeling telling him to make sure everything was perfect today. Even spending the entire car ride to the venue practicing his signature on his arm, despite his friends teasing. Whenever Jeongin's eyes landed on two girls who walked in, he started nudging one of his best friends excitedly "Look! Look! that one right there, with the h/c hair, she's got Hyunjin's writing all over!" He whispers yelled to Han who was sat between him and HyunJin. The loud whispers caught the young man's attention, HyunJin turning to look towards where his bandmates were motioning and looking, his eyes landing on you. More specifically your arm that had the exact handwriting his did, as you got closer to the front of the line, HyunJin felt himself growing more confident, if you were his soulmate and a fan, surely he wouldn't be rejected..right?

As you nervously stood at the front of the line, you hesitated, keeping your eyes trained on the black table ahead of you. Your friend gave you a gentle push forward towards the table, indicating it was your turn now. As you sat down in front of the first member, BangChan, you could feel your hands shaking violently, knowing you’d have to have a very awkward conversation very soon. “Hi!- are you okay?” His tone quickly changed from upbeat to concerned as he gently grabbed your hands, to try and stop them from shaking as bad. “Y-yea! I-I’m sorry” you stuttered out nervously, squeezing his hands gently in return, as you went to hand him your newest Stray Kids album along with one of his photo-cards to sign, BangChan took notice to your arm.

“Woah, HyunJin did that too ya know?” He asked before realizing what exactly what was going on, he had his best friend’s soulmate sitting in front of him currently. “That’s why you’re so nervous” he smiled nodding a bit as he quickly signed your things, watching as the staff motioned for you to move on to the next member. “Thank you” you smiled bowing slightly, he just gave you a supportive smile as he leaned over to Felix “that’s HyunJin’s soulmate look” he whispered before you sat down. Felix gasped loudly, leaned over the table to get a better look at your arm and you, you were extremely beautiful, maybe not his exact type, but definitely HyunJin’s type, and that’s all that mattered. “Hi! It’s so good to see you!” Felix greeted, almost like you two were old friends catching up rather than an idol and fan. “I-it’s good to see you too! I really love your g-guys music” you replied, smiling a bit as you tried to shove down your anxiety as you made your way to Hyunjin.

Whenever you finally sat down in front of HyunJin, there was a hint of tension, both of you could see clearly that you were soulmates, but neither of you said anything, you weren’t even sure what to say. “What’s all that about?” He asked teasingly, motioning towards your arm as he started to sign your things “Soulmate, decided to give me a tattoo sleeve of his name when I woke up” you explained nervously, giggling whenever you saw the idol smirk slightly as he laughed. Sitting in front of him calmed your nerves slightly, especially seeing that he wasn’t jumping to maybe you were just a crazy fan. “Seems like your soulmate knew you were coming to meet different guys” he teased, not yet noticing that it was actually his own signature, not just some random one. As HyunJin handed you the album case, and photo-card back, he took in the matching signature on your arm. As you were forced to move again, HyunJin felt a pull towards you, like he wanted to just get up and follow you out, but he knew he couldn’t do that, not without getting to know you first.

As the fan sign started wrapping up, the boys rushed to HyunJin “seriously! She was right there! Your soulmate was literally right in front of you! Why didn’t you say anything?!” They all shouted in chorus, not understanding his actions, or the fact that he never said anything to you indicating you were soulmates. “I reached out! I’m playing it cool!” He defended himself, smirking to himself as they all got ready to leave.

Whenever you got back home, you’d start setting up your new signed merch, only to notice the phone number scribbled underneath HyunJin’s name on his photo-card. “Holy shit holy shit…b/f/n!!!” You screamed, waiting until your friend got to your bedroom before starting to freak out. “I think I got HyunJin’s number!! Look!” You screamed, holding out the photo card as you nervously started to pace the floor. “Oh my god!! You have to text it! What if it is him!? What if you two are soulmates and get married and give me little idol niece and nephews!!” She squealed in reply, shoving the photo-card back to you as she started to jump up and down with excitement. “I-I don’t know” you whispered nervously, grabbing your phone, hovering your fingers over the numbers on the keypad, contemplating on if you really wanted to reach out.

HyunJin spent the rest of his night after the Fan sign, eating dinner with his friends and then going back home to wait by the phone. He wasn’t about to make a whole scene in front of over a thousand fans, because he found his soulmate, he'd prefer if that was private, at least for now. Whenever his phone finally would buzz, he'd practically throw himself over the couch to see who the message was from.

Unknown: Hello? I got this number on a photo card 🫣

HyunJin: I noticed we matched today..

HyunJin could feel his leg start to bounce slightly as it took slightly longer for a reply from you, but almost as soon as he added your number as a contact, a new message came through from you.

Beautiful: You just had to cover my entire arm in your name today, didn't you? 😂

HyunJin: Maybe I just had a feeling my soulmate was meeting my flirty bandmates 😉

You immediately felt your cheeks run hot with a blush whenever you read over his message, him basically quoting himself from earlier. He knew it was you the moment he saw you, the words kept running through your head, causing you to become flustered over the entire interaction from before. Taking a moment to recollect yourself before replying back to him.

Beautiful: Was truly rude, I'm not sure if I'll ever forgive you now

HyunJin smirked to himself, already falling in love with you just by the few messages you had sent. As he pressed the small call button by your name, it wasn't long before he heard a soft, shy voice answer. "Yes?.." You whispered, your cockiness quickly fading as you were put on the spot, being on the phone and actually hearing his voice made it all real, which made you extremely shy over the fact you had a famous idol flirting with you. "Where'd all the flirtiness go, Gonjunim?" He asked smirking, moving to go to his bedroom rather than the living room, where the rest of the seven members sat. You blushed brightly as you shoved your face in your pillows for a moment to try and calm your racing heart from being flustered. "I'm just not forgiving you right now" You squeaked out, taking a deep breath as you finally sat up "I'm so sorry, Gonjunim, I'll make sure next time I leave my name on you, it's a little more private" He replied, having to cover his mouth afterwards, not believing he just said that out right. "Hwang HyunJin!" You gasped in shock, staring at the phone before taking a breath, trying to recollect your thoughts as you heard his chuckles through the speaker on your phone. "Yea! It'll sound just like that whenever it happens! and you know, I can't even gasp your name, you haven't told me" He chuckled, leaning back against his pillows that sat on his bed, you blushed brightly, rolling onto your stomach, setting your phone down on your bed as you smiled. "Y/n, Y/n L/n" You replied softly, blushing whenever you heard him whisper it quietly to himself.

You two would both end up falling asleep on the phone with each other a little past midnight, spending that entire night, flirting, joking, and just getting to know each other, you were soulmates after all. The next day would be hectic for the both of you, HyunJin being rushed to rehearsals, makeup and hair, and then dressing rooms to change into his preforming outfit. You and your friend were rushing to make sure you got to the venue in time to get good pit spots, you were determined, wanting to see the boys preform up close, especially the member you were falling in love with. Once you'd get inside, thankfully, you and your friends would both get straight to the barricades. As you stood against the metal fence like structure, you'd pull your phone out to text HyunJin quickly

Beautiful: I'm right at the barricade, I'm excited to see you again 😉

You wouldn't be expecting a reply, instead, you noticed writing starting to appear on your thigh, a little below the ends of your shorts. 'HyunJin's Gonjunim' sat proudly on your skin, causing you to blush brightly and try your best to hide it. The show would start shortly after that, and for almost the entire two and a half hours of it, HyunJin's gaze was always on you, especially during his verses and lines while singing. Whenever the show ended, your phone would buzz with a text message, which you wouldn't see until after you and your friend made it out of the actual arena of the venue.

HyunJin: Stay with me tonight

You'd be slightly confused at first, until you'd spot him peeking out of a door with a giant sign that had 'Employees Only' taped to it, he had been serious. After you convinced your friend to go ahead and go home, you made your way over to him, smiling with a bright blush as he smirked at you. "Absolutely breathtaking" HyunJin whispered, taking your hand in his gently to spin you around, getting a full view of your outfit. Your entire body felt hot as you became flustered under the idol's gaze, as you turned to face him again, you smiled softly "Hmm, looks like that soulmate of yours knew you'd be seeing those guys again" HyunJin teased, motioning towards your thigh before smiling innocently "Oh I saw, I swear to every god there is, I'm gonna get you back" You giggled, clinging to him slightly as he led through the door, through the backstage area until he ended up back at his dressing room. "Woah, this is..insane" You whispered looking around in awe at the incredibly expensive dressing room, HyunJin only smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. As your back pressed against his chest, you blushed slightly "Excuse me sir, that's not how you greet a lady" You teased, feeling him squeeze his arms around you as he chuckled "Sorry, Gonjunim" He replied in the same teasing tone that you had used, you giggled reply, placing your hands on his arms as you leaned into his touch.

Whenever you'd get back to his shared dorm with ChangBin, HyunJin would give you a quick tour before leading you to his room with a smile "This is my room" He whispered nervously, he wasn't exactly sure why he was suddenly so anxious, but seeing you in his bedroom and not just hearing your voice through the phone, made his heart race. "Aein...Are you okay?" You asked after you turned to face him, noticing his nervous behavior, HyunJin glanced up slightly, raising his eyebrows as you wrapped your arms around him tight in a hug "I-I'm okay" He assured as he wrapped his arms back around you in return, feeling like his eyes were drawn to your eyes and then your lips, back and forth before you eventually spoke. "Kiss me" You demanded, HyunJin wasted no time in pressing his lips against yours, cupping your cheek as you moved your lips together. You rested your hands on his sides gently, blushing whenever you felt one of his hands move to your lower back, pulling you closer to his body as he nipped at your bottom lip.

HyunJin could feel himself growing confident as you gasped and whimpered under his touch, as you both moved over to the bed, HyunJin let you fall onto the mattress, giving you that damn smirk that made you flustered every time. "Is this okay, Jagiya?" HyunJin asked, his tone growing serious for a moment as he ghosted his hands over the waistband of your shorts. You took a deep breath as you nodded, placing your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to press your lips against his jaw. As he let out a quiet grunt, you whimpered, feeling his hands working at undoing your shorts and shoving them down your legs. As HyunJin finally managed to get your jean shorts off he felt his jeans getting tighter, the dark black underwear hugging your body almost like they were made for you specifically. As he helped pull off your shirt, he was left speechless, taking in every bit of beauty that laid in front of him, you started to grow nervous under his gaze now. What if he was staring over something that was gross or ugly to him? "What did I do to deserve you?" HyunJin whispered to nobody as he leaned forward pressing his lips against your skin, moving from your neck, collarbone, then the top of your breasts. Reaching behind you, you quickly undid the clasp of your bra, letting it slide off of you before moving your hands to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he moved his lips to your nipples.

"You're okay, Gonjunim, Changbin isn't here, let me hear you" He whispered against your skin, moving his lips from your nipple down your stomach until he got to the hemline of your underwear. "Uhm Excuse me" You huffed dramatically, motioning towards him and the fact he was still fully clothed compared to you being practically naked on his bed, he gave you a knee-weakening smile before rolling his eyes playfully. As he pulled off his shirt and shrugged his jeans off, you noticed how big he actually was inside of his boxers. "Gonjunim, you're staring" He smirked, pushing your underwear to the side, causing you to bite your lip quickly, keeping eye contact with him as he slowly pushed your legs further apart, allowing him access to ghost his ring and middle finger over your pussy. "You're the one who looks like that, you're literally a walking definition of perfect" You argued, your voice wavering as you felt his lightly tapping his fingers against you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you in amusement. You got no reply from HyunJin who just sat next to you, his fingers still ghosting over you while occasionally tapping one of his fingers against your pussy, his eyes going over your body repeatedly as he took in every bit of your body. You were like a goddess, and the fact you were his soulmate? Made his emotions and adrenaline run crazy, you huffed slightly leaning up to place a hand on his bare chest "Please, do whatever, just do something, please" You whimpered, gasping and grabbing ahold of his shoulders as he pushed two of his fingers inside of you.

As he curled his fingers inside of you, you could feel the knot in your stomach building, HyunJin seemed to notice, choosing to move his position to sit in between your legs. He kept his eyes trained on yours as he placed his mouth on your clit, pressing his tongue against it, causing you to moan loudly, running your hands over his buzzed head before grabbing onto the sheets. "There you go, Gunjunim, you sound so pretty whenever you moan" He stated against your skin, you just whimpered at the loss of contact against your clit, HyunJin chuckled shaking his head "Needy gunjunim" He stated before placing his mouth back on your clit, moving his fingers and tongue at the same pace, his tongue moving in different shapes across your clit as you moaned loudly. "F-Fuck! HyunJin please!" You moaned out, arching your back as he pushed his fingers as far as he could inside of you before pushing his pointer finger inside you with the other two.

HyunJin felt like if he got any harder, he'd end up dying or needing a hospital, the sounds you were making, the reactions your body was having, and the way your pussy kept squeezing around his fingers weren't helping either. With every movement of his fingers, you squeezed around him, causing his mind to wander on how tight you'd squeeze his cock if he fucked you. You pulled HyunJin out of his thoughts by calling out his name loudly, causing him to come back to reality right as you came around his fingers. A mixture of moans and whimpers leaving your lips as HyunJin felt your cum coating his fingers that slowed their movements inside of you. Your soulmate smirked as he watched you calm down from your high before pulling his fingers out of you.

You bit your lip as you watched HyunJin slipped a condom over his hard-on that stood stiff as he shrugged his boxers off. He was a lot bigger than you would have guessed, which made you slightly nervous, but also made you turned on all over again. You attempted to sit up and cup HyunJin's cheeks, but he stopped you, lifting you with ease as he helped you straddle his lap "Come on, Gunjunim, I have you one, you can work for the other" He whispered in a teasing tone as you gave him a confused expression, understanding his point, you nervously reached to grab his cock, positioning it at your entrance before slowly lowering your hips down. As his cock pushed deeper inside of you, you both moaned loudly, your arms immediately wrapping around him as he bottomed out inside of you, you swore you could feel his tip poking against your cervix. HyunJin panted against your neck, trying his best not to just flip you over and fuck you until you couldn't walk anymore, he couldn't do that, not yet at least. "Y/n, Gunjunim, Jagiya, I need you to move" He grunted, gripping onto the sheets so tight that his knuckles were turning white. "F-Fuck I-I can't" You whimpered, moaning softly as he repositioned himself to hold your waist tightly in his hands, guiding your movements. Your nails dug into his back, scratching down as he moved your hips against his, causing his cock to start moving in and out of you. "H-Hyun-" You moaned loudly, feeling him thrust his hips up, causing him to go further into you than before, HyunJin grunted, growing frustrated before he finally flipped you both.

As you laid on your back, HyunJin pushed his cock back inside of you, moving your legs to rest on his hips as he started to fuck you quickly. You moaned loudly tightening your legs around his waist causing his cock to go deeper inside of you, Hyunjin let his head fall against the pillows next to yours as he grunted lowly. He could feel himself slamming his cock into you as your pussy squeezed him even tighter, causing him to take a moment, not wanting to cum just yet. You whimpered in protest, desperately trying to grind your hips against his. Your actions caused him to growl in annoyance, one of his hands moving to rest on your stomach to keep you from trying to grind against him anymore, while to other found a tight grip in your hand "Such a brat" he huffed before continuing his thrusts, this time with a little more force and speed, you only moaned at his statement, squeezing around him, giving him the message that you 100% liked the new nickname. You were a moaning mess underneath your soulmate, feeling the knot in your stomach grow tighter with every thrust, HyunJin seemed determined, chasing after your orgasm rather than his own. As he let go of grip he had on your hair, he moved his hand between your legs, rubbing shapes into your clit as he thrusted into you. You whimpered loudly feeling like you were on the edge of cumming as HyunJin leaned closer to your lips, ghosting his over yours as he slammed his hips into you, pushing his cock as far as it would go before smirking "Come on, brat, get yourself off" He smirked, chuckling at your whines of protest, noticing him not backing down, you shyly replaced his hand with your own on your clit. As you grinded your hips against his, you quickly shut your eyes, feeling nervous and flustered under his gaze as he watched you basically fuck yourself on his cock. "Ah Ah, If you're going to be a brat, Gunjunim, you can at least look me in the eyes while you do it" He tsked, causing your cheeks to heat up with a blush as you opened your eyes, immediately making eye contact with him, you could feel yourself growing wetter and squeezing around him as you bit your lip.

"Here I'll make it easier" He whispered, moving you both back to your original position where you were straddling him, this time he pulled a few pillows down for him to lean against, almost like he was watching one of his favorite shows. You bit your lip as you grinded your hips against his, trying to hold back your moans as you slowed your movements, HyunJin guided your hips again, getting you to a good pace before moving his hands back to rest under his head. As you got closer to your climax, you got a rush of confidence, moaning loudly as you moved your fingers back to your clit, massaging it quickly as you rolled and bounced your hips against HyunJin's. He had his head thrown back against the pillows, trying to hold back his own grunts and moans as he felt his cock twitch inside of you, precum leaking into the condom as he felt himself getting closer to cumming. "C-Come on, Gunjunim, you've got it, fuck- just like that. F-Fuck!" His words quickly turned to moans as you squeezed around him "H-Hyun! I-I'm gonna cum, P-Please just fuck me!" You begged loudly, trying to match his thrusts from earlier, only to fail as your thighs twitched. "Does the brat need my help now? I thought she could do it by herself" He teased, watching as you whimpered loudly, tears starting to build in your eyes from frustration, HyunJin chuckled softly at how desperate you were to finally cum, choosing to hold your hips as he quickly thrusted his hips up inside of you. You gasped loudly, holding onto his arms tightly as you felt yourself extremely close to cumming, HyunJin slowed his movements as he gave you a slight glare "Keep working that clit, Gunjunim, you can be a pillow princess next time" He demanded and teased, smirking as he watched your fingers shyly make their way back to your clit, rubbing quick sloppy circles, watching you caused HyunJin's cock to twitch even more before finally spilling over, shooting cum into the condom as he moaned loudly, letting his head fall back. You weren't sure what exactly caused you to cum, HyunJin's moans, or the way it felt having him cum while inside of you, but you weren't complaining. As you grinded your hips against his, his moans grew more frequent and louder, moaning your name softly whenever you pushed your hips down. As his cock pushed all of the way inside of you, you felt yourself cumming around him, his moans growing louder as you moaned his name loudly. He panted, holding your hips down as he grinded his hips against yours, causing whimpers of his name to fall from your lips "Think you can make it even, make me cum one more time?" He panted, feeling himself growing hard inside of you again, the feeling caused you to moan loudly, your thighs twitching from overstimulation, even then you nodded softly, not wanting the night to end.

As HyunJin hovered over you now, he slowly thrusted his hips, moving his cock in and out of you slowly, his fingers intertwined with yours as you whimpered softly, your legs trying to close around his waist. "I've got you" He whispered against your neck, pushing his hips completely against yours, causing your legs to spread completely open. As he pressed soft kisses against your jawline and neck, he started to quicken his thrusts, feeling himself already leaking precum again. "I-It feels too good" You whimpered, squeezing his hands tightly as he quickened his pace "F-Feels good for me too, I'm so close, Gunjunim- fuck, you're so tight around me, I could fuck you all night if you'd let me" He grunted, feeling his stomach tighten as his pace quickened but also became sloppy, your back arched from his movements, whimpering loudly whenever HyunJin pressed his lips against yours "I-I'm gonna cum, HyunJin!" You whimpered loudly against his lips, digging your nails into his back as he just thrusted into you harder "I-I know, baby, Me too, go ahead and cum for me, I know you can" He panted, pressing on your stomach right where you felt that knot tightening again, the new pressure causing you to feel everything on a whole different. "Feel that, Gunjunim? I know you're going to cum" He teased, feeling you tense under his hand's pressure, you whimpered loudly, moaning his name against his lips. The feeling of you cumming around him was enough to send HyunJin over the edge again, his cum starting to spill out of the condom as he slowly his movement, pushing his cock as deep as he could as he moaned against your lips.

After a few moments, You'd both lay on the bed still trying to catch your breath as you both contemplated a shower. "Come on, you can wear some of my clothes" He smiled softly, moving to throw his boxers back on, as you stood up slowly, HyunJin quickly wrapped a sheet around you, knowing you probably wouldn't want to put on your underwear again after being that turned on. As you stepped into the bathroom, HyunJin was quick to get the water warm and ready for you to step in, even holding onto your hand and helping you into the shower before standing with his back to the shower. He'd stay outside of the shower, waiting, until you ended up reaching out and pulling him in by his hand "No reason we can't save some water, right?" You smiled, cupping his cheeks before tilting his head back to get his hair wet before tilting it back so he was looking at you "I'm really happy I've got such a good guy as a soulmate" You whispered after a moment, causing HyunJin to blush this time, shaking his head slightly "I'm happy I've got you" He replied before pressing his lips to yours gently, you kissed him back, resting your hands on his shoulders as you giggled "You're adorable" You smiled, pulling away gently as you took in his adorable smile, never in a hundred years would you think that you'd be soulmates with Hwang HyunJin, but you wouldn't want any other soulmate than him.

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What do we think lovelies!? Ji-Yong Soulmate AU is next lovelies! So keep your eyes out! 🫶🫶 Also let me know any specific people and soulmate AUs you’d like to see paired together in future stories!

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[bunnyinthecherries]

𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷

𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘓𝘶𝘪𝘨𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦.

And to be changed. Luigi knows this very well, for he has studied life in excruciating detail. He’s mastered the art of thinking about life. But what about living it? That’s more challenging. Especially for a smart man who knows he’ll never be satisfied, no matter how much knowledge he consumes. He thrives on wellness books, devouring every quote that resonates deep in his soul.

Nothing has ever been so deep in his soul like her. She pays no mind to his books and quotes. She knows how to live and being smart is not a burden. To be loved is to be known, he chants. And to be changed, she completes him. He never understood it. They’re quite different, after all. A dance of contradictions.

Luigi is a minimalist. He takes pride in owning only what he needs. Enough food, enough clothing, enough books to help him cope. Then, she says, again: to be loved is to be changed, Lui. Like your Adidas hoodie. Like your books. He frowns for a second. Then he gets it, looking down at his clothes - a little stain he never got off, a little hole at the left side. He sits, really feeling the clothes on his arm and chest, like his mindfulness book talked about. And he feels how the hoodie is different. It’s tighter now, he’s never noticed it until this very moment.

And the book on his hand has creased, marking his favorite pages, telling a story beyond words: how he holds his books, where he’s taken that book. That’s why I love collecting things, she says, with a smile. Can you collect a smile, he thinks. She’s the opposite of him. Her house is full, like a museum. Until then, he’d feel overwhelmed. To be loved is to be known: he knows his stuff, he knows himself, his routine, what he likes, what he needs. Her apartment is full to the brim, books scattered on the floor.

She seems careless. He built her shelves but, in days, they were full. How could she buy and like so much stuff, he didn’t know. She had every record, every essential oil, every ring. The shelves he perfectly calculated were now dusty and a little rusty too.

Luigi was a perfectionist. A burnt toast was a day ruined, a reason to stay in bed. She overflows her cup of coffee, staining the carpet. A disaster in his eyes. A new funny story in hers. He tells her how he dreams of, one day, being able to live only off of a backpack or, even better, a can. She says she could never leave behind her best friend’s painting, her mother’s pearl necklace, or the pretty wrapper of the gum she always bought at the café next to her job that is now closed. They’re all her stories.

To be loved is to be changed: the café closes, the carpet is stained, the shelf is crooked, his Adidas hoodie has a hole on it. He’d never noticed the hole before and usually, when he does, he obsesses over it: a flaw, a new problem to fix. But the stain remains in her carpet. Clean it, he suggests. It reminds me of that breakfast we shared, she replies.

To be loved is to be known. When he comes over, she does tidy up a bit. Makes space in her kitchen table for him to work on. When she was a kid, she used to carry a box with her. She filled it with flowers, grass, pretty rocks and chocolate wrappers. She does it too now, with her bag. He catches himself lingering on her, watching as she picks item after item. Trash, he’d call it. That crumbled bagel bag would not last a minute on his hand before being tossed to the nearest bin. She keeps it, folds it nicely, like a treasure. A memory. He’s starting to understand. Her. And why life is so worth living. To be loved is to be know, to know, to change and to be changed.

From then on, he did the same. Every leaf worthy of her collection, every train ticket, wine bottle wrapper, clothing tag, anything. He’d keep it in his back pocket and then bring her. She would want to know every detail, where he was when he got it, why it stood out to him. He would think about that question: why does trash suddenly interest me? Because I’ve changed, he’d answer himself. It’s not trash anymore. They’re gifts for her. What interests him is her smile after he gives it to her.

Her birthday is coming up. He loves planning, it’s his thing. She needs help with a bug on her electronics, forgot to buy her favorite cookies, needs a ride, she calls him. He fixes and he plans. Her birthdays are usually a stressful time of year. He wants it perfect, to make sure she knows how he’s happy she was made and born. He almost wants to switch places with her, get in her body somehow and make sure nothing upsets her. Not on her birthday, at least.

Luigi’s friends would tell you he’s frugal. He would not buy a cream that could help soothe his pain, or the nicer granola, the brand new perfume. But for her birthday, he picked up the expensive jasmine oil he knew calmed her down. He scoured every single vintage shop. Trinket after trinket. A vintage locket, ready to be filled with a flower, a pretty rock or a picture of them - he hoped. One of those 1930’s makeup compacts she always showed him. He could almost hear her voice saying how things were so much more thoughtful back then. He had to agree.

Then, a tiny porcelain bird, chipped at the beak. To be loved is to be changed. That birdie must have been very loved by many people before. It was the perfect addiction to his presents. The bird was her favorite. You really know me, she’d say to him. I’d like to fit you in a backpack, he would reply. Or in a can! She would smile and think how nice it would be to fit Luigi in her treasure box from when she was a kid.

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘵! 𝘋𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴. 🐇

[cosmosluckycharms]

Show☆Time

chip on your shoulder

Ever since the day you got your group back together, you've all gotten closer together.

You and Tsukasa matched each other's energy, with you both being loud and energetic, always screaming and yelling.

Rui and Nene (mostly Nene) canceled you both out with their quietness.

You and Nene were complete opposites in personality, which was silly considering how you both mellowed each other out.

Nene and Tsukasa would bicker a lot, which was funny to you!

You and Rui would really chaotic, due to you being energetic and him being mischievous.

You love your friends!

You guys would tell each other everything, from Rui telling you about how many times he's gotten kicked out of places, to Nene telling you how to beat levels in games you would play and get stuck on and ask Tim for help on only for him to ignore you to Tsukasa telling you all about why he joined theater.

One day you guys were at your stage, practicing.

You all had decided to take a break after a while of rehearsing.

You were sitting in between Nene, who was on your right, and Tsukasa, who was on your left, Rui standing in front of you guys, fixing a robot that had somehow exploded on its own while you guys were rehearsing.

You, nene, and Tsukasa were all taking a small break from you guys practicing for your next show.

Since you guys had first started, which was a few months ago, you guys have done a couple of shows. Around 10.

You would spend months practicing.Your days would consist of waking up, getting ready for the day, going to school, going back to the manor to eat quickly getting ready for rehearsal, coming back, practicing moves, going to sleep, and repeating.

You would spend hours practicing, hoping to put a smile on everyone's face and wishing your family would come.

You would put little invitations in their rooms and reminders on the family's calendar only to be met with empty seats every time.

You didn't understand.

You wanted to understand.

You pretended you understood.

You'd make every excuse under the sun for them.

Maybe they had an important meeting to get to?

Maybe their job wouldn't let them out?

Maybe they were busy?

Rui watched as you stared into a cup of water for a few minutes, obviously spaced out.

You've been spaced out most of the rehearsals lately, eerily locked in, yet somehow messing up a lot more.

Usually, you would spend a lot of rehearsal having fun and goofing around, but as of late, you had been super strict on yourself, not letting loose as much as you used to.It seemed everyone but you noticed somehow.

After a few minutes of silence, Rui finally spoke up."Y/N, why have you been so zoned out?" he kept tinkering with a tiny robot he had in his hands.

"Yeah, you've been so focused it's scary." Nene said, picking on her nails.

"Yeah, and you've also been messing up a lot more lately," Tsukasa spoke up, drinking from his water bottle which was full of stickers you placed on their overtime.

"What do you guys mean? I'm great!" you piped up, confused.

"Since we've started rehearsing this play, you've been hyperfocused. Maybe you should take a break?" Tsukasa asked, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"NO-NO! It's fine, I'm fine, I swear! It's just, that I really wanna be great for our next performance!" You looked up to look at Rui.

"What do you mean? You've been doing great, you just constantly look distracted." Nene says, now taking a bite of the cotton candy she was holding.

"I'm fine, great even! I'm just trying to be extra focused so when my family comes to see me, they'll be so super impressed!"

Tsukasa looks to you "Your family doesn't come to your shows either?"

"Not really, but I'm sure they're busy! I know they love me, I know they care, it's just that they're busy, I'm sure of it!"

Nene looked at you in pity.

It seemed to everyone but you that no one in your family cared enough to come.

You got up and stood on the stage.

"Well, cmon! Let's keep the practice going! The show is today! Let's do it ☆!"

You guys ended up finishing rehearsal and the show.

Your friends could see you kept glancing at the empty seats, it was like you were hoping that they'd appear at any given moment.

They could see how you kept messing up your lines and queues for your shows, nervous if they came and saw you.

It was time for an intervention from your friends.

Out of love, obviously.

They pulled you aside after the show.

They were all sitting at a table backstage, Nene patting the seat next to hers.

You sat down with them, and next to Nene.

Tsukasa spoke,"Y/N, Though it's hardly my business to say could it be the real thing in your way Is it the very family you've been trying to impress?"

You thought about it for a minute.

Huh.

You hadn't even noticed you starting to mess up a lot more, being too focused while also being spaced out somehow.

You started this all for them, and they still didn't care enough to show.

Strange.

"..Yes! I've been smiling and sweet and trying to prove myself to them, thoroughly beaten, blowing my chance!" You jumped up and grabbed Nenes hands

"I'm not gonna push them away, I'm gonna go ahead and forget them! For now at least♪"

You started marching toward the stage, moving like you meant it.

For the first time in ages, you let loose.

For the first time in ages, you had fun.

For the first time in ages, you stopped thinking of your family for a while.

As you started walking home you stared at the sunset.

usually you didn't like sunsets, it reminded you the day was coming to an end.

This time though, you were exhausted.

Not physically, or mentally.

All you wanted was to crawl into your momma or grandpa's arms and sleep.

You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't wanna crawl into your father or brother's arms either.

As soon as you got to the manor, you saw everyone at the dinner table.

You could hear everyone laughing and talking about who knows what.

They didn't wait for you, they never did.

The conversations died out as soon as you got to the table.

You sat down and Alfred dropped off your food, which was already cold.

You didn't mind, you were trying to finish eating quickly so you could go practice by yourself.

You ate for a minute or two before realizing everyone was staring at you in confusion.

You looked up from your plate.

"What's going on?" You asked, stuffing another spoonful of the food in your mouth. You were starving.

You saw as Tim pointed to your outfit "What are you wearing?"

Oh yeah.

You had forgotten to take off your dramatic performer costume.

Compared to everyone else looking like dark vampires, you were colorful and bright like a walking talking disco ball.

You immediately jumped a bit in excitement, you were finally given the chance to talk about your life!

"Well I got this costume from my friend Mizuki, she made and designed it herself, isn't it amazing? It's so much better than the last one, the last one was itchy and uncomfortable, but anyways-" You started yapping about your performance not realizing your family lost interest as soon as you started talking.

As soon as you noticed (which took a while of talking) you shut up and finished your food.

Jason found it odd, you usually wouldn't go quiet like that.

As soon as he was about to ask, he saw you disappear into your room.

You changed out of your performer costume and into your training outfit, which was just some comfy clothes.

Sure, your performer costume was comfy, but you didn't wanna risk ripping it or ruining it!

You started walking to the gymnastics room, which was originally made for Dick but technically there were no restrictions on who could go in, so you regularly practiced in there.

You would spend hours practicing in there. From your spins to your flips, to just moves in general.

It was a great way to get your energy out and to tire yourself up before going to bed.

As you were midway through your routine, Dick walked in.

At first, he prepared to fight an intruder, usually no one but him came in to use the gymnastics room.

Then he saw you.

He never noticed how you would practice in this room.

And then he realized that's where all the F/C training items were coming from! He's been so confused, he never realized all the extra yoga and slippers were coming from!

You didn't notice him walking in, as you were in the middle of trying to do a double front dismount, a move on the balance beam.

You were struggling, and he could see that.

You were about to fall, and if it wasn't for him being there, you would've probably fallen.

"Woah there, birdie!" He caught you by the back of your shirt.

You tried not to flinch at the nickname, he'd never given you one.

You were used to him calling you your name or just acknowledging you without it.

It felt like sometimes he had forgotten what your name was. "Hi, Dick!" you exclaimed, hanging mid-air from him holding the back of your shirt.

He placed you on the ground. "What were you even trying to do?" He asked, he saw how you looked confused the whole time you were attempting the move.

"I was trying to do a double front dismount thingy! My friend Nene sent me a video and dared I couldn't do it ♫" You said, posing dramatically like you'd seen Tsukasa doing.

"No offense, but have you ever done anything that involved gymnastics or being flexible? The thing you're trying to do is a pretty hard move, it took me a while to learn." Dick said, putting his hands on his waist.

You tilted your head in confusion. "What do you mean? I used to do gymnastics for like, 5 years! I quit a couple of months ago, though. I wanted to focus on performing theater!"

Dick had forgotten about that. He had forgotten how many times you had invited him to your performances and practices only for him to not be able to make it or completely forget.

"Oh, right.." He scratched the back of his neck in awkwardness.

"..Do you want me to teach you the move?" He asked, immediately seeing how you practically lit up in excitement and happiness.

You guys spent a couple of minutes teaching and learning how to do the move.

He was surprised at how much of a fast learner you were.

He was also surprised at how you could keep a conversation while doing an impressive move.

You talked about your friends and your performances.

You ended up inviting him to come to your next one.

..12th times the charm?

After you finally learned the move, you practically tackled Dick into a hug!

You were so glad you learned it! You could show Nene how you finally had it done!

Damian walked in and glared at Dick.

You let go of Dick, who seemed a little sad that you let go. It wasnt everyday he spent time with his little sister.

As soon as you were gonna hug him again, Damian started talking.

"Grayson, you're late to our training. You said you'd be there at 7 PM sharp. It is now 7:05."

You piped up to defend Dick. "Yeah, he was teaching me this super-duper cool move! It is called the-" You got cut off by Damian.

"I was talking to Grayson, L/N."

You got a little sad by that. You disliked being cutoff.

"Oh, sorry." you muttered as you put your head down and looked at your feet.

You couldn't hear what Dick and Damian were talking about. It was like everything was muffled.

When you spaced back in, you saw Dick being dragged away by Damian.

You couldn't even say or wave bye to him.

He gave you an apologetic glance and left.

So much for bonding.

It's okay, at least you got to talk to Dick for once!

wxs: hey you shouldnt focus on the family that clearly doesnt gaf

reader: ok

(small bonding time happens)

reader: omg u guys r gonna hate me

this felt a lot longer when i was writing

honestly idk why i keep neglecting tbis story oops

anyways fhis is ass i kinda understand why ppl like bug like angel better (ily emureader tho mwa)

mizuki crumbs sorry

i love using silly emojicons when readers talking

♫♪ look how silly

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[unknown-cold]

It's funny and weird at the same time how some people call Caitlyn's Evil Cop, or Bad Character, or whatever. SHE IS NOT!!

Like let's be serious guys, we never saw her kill an innocent person, even when my friend saw the show he is not a fan of Arcane but he saw a lot of comments about it and I also urged him to watch it after all the excitement around it when I asked him about his opinion on the show and especially the character of Caitlyn he told me, he expected after all the posts and comments about her that she would go to Zaun and kill people with her gun he didn't expect that she just wears a costume that looks like a vampire and looks tough and mean, she would get this much hate. He even asked me why people don't talk or blame Ambessa isn't she the main reason behind most of the problems in this season and also Singed or even Silco and his allies?

I couldn't answer him except that people have double standards and are hypocrites because their criticism of Caitlyn's character is not because she did one bad thing but because she is from Piltover and an enforcer. I'm sure if Caitlyn was from Zaun and did worse things they would sympathize with her and love her, so their criticism is so hypocritical and has double standards. In short, their criticism of a character is not because she did bad things, but because of who she is and where she is from.

They forget that silco and his allies kills a lot of people and children, mainly people from the undercity, even kids and he was pay enforcers to kill anyone who opposed him. And in LOL have put a mini game on the clien and there you could find out that Silco use kids as lab rat to test the chem tanks.

If you're really mad at Caitlyn for her bad actions, so why do you sympathize with these criminals??

Btw, I'm glad Caitlyn took them down. They deserved it, for what they did to the Zaun people during Silco's 7 years of rule. He kills an entire family just to control Zaun and flooding an entire city with shimmer.

And I'm sure now someone will come and tell me that Caitlyn used the gas on all of Zaun and killed people with it. Seriously idiot where did you get this? Can you show me a picture from the show that people died because of grey, and if it's true then the characters must are talking about it, that Caitlyn uses grey to kill innocent people. So this claim is not true, we saw at the beginning of episode 3 how Caitlyn used the gas strategically and not randomly and Amanda confirmed that. So she used it to catch gangs there. Bc seriously, 5 people wouldn't go to catch hundreds of gang members that easily, and also if one of the people got hurt Ekko would have talked about it and we know that Ekko is the most loyal person to his people, so even Ekko himself didn't complain about using grey, he and Scar were talking about the gangs that were working with Silco, and they didn't care about gas, why? Because this gas didn't hurt them.

This is clear evidence. What more do you want? The writers confirmed and even in the art book, it is written that Caitlyn used it to take down the Chem-Barons goons and not to eliminate the Zaun people as some stupid claim.

Even if it hurt them and that using it was an evil act, why didn't you say this when Jinx used it on Piltover and injured innocent people, women and children, she didn't target enforcers for example, Jinx use the Grey randomly unlike Caitlyn, but is anyone talking about this? Of course not. And worse when I saw comments saying that Jinx should blow up Piltover again and eliminate the people of Piltover. Like some people have shown their true colors, that they don't care if a character did something bad or good, all they care about is who this character is.

And because Jinx is from Zaun and they have every right to do bad things, but Piltover doesn't even if they do good things they are still bad, what a shallow and ridiculous thinking. some Arcane fandom are probably the most stupid fandom nowadays, to them everyone from Zaun is a perfect angel who never do nothing wrong, everyone from Piltover is a monster with no feelings

The show is not black and white there is not one side is good and another side is bad, that only exists in Disney movies, go and watch it if you are this kind of boring and traditional storytelling.

Arcane proves every day that this show is not for everyone and if you want to enjoy it you have to open your mind well and be open-minded, and most importantly put politics and real life issues aside, and enjoy this fantasy world with flawed characters and good writing. (This show is not designed to solve political issues at the end of the day. It is a show based on a video game)

So there is no need to take this show seriously and insult people and spread false allegations about people who love a fictional character just to feel that you are morally superior, do not see that you look like asshole 🙂

[interlude63]

Hearts and Fists

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: DUB-CON, toxic relationship, jealous!Rafe, public indecency, possessive behavior, fighting also english isn’t my first language.

Summary: You wanted to go on a romantic date — too bad your boyfriend has different plans.

Word count: 3k

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“I just have some shit to do, okay?” Rafe muttered over the phone, his tone clipped and dismissive.

Lately, that was all he ever said when you asked if he wanted to hang out. No explanation, no effort—just excuses. It was frustrating. Maddening, even.

Things weren’t always like this. For almost two years of you dating, Rafe had always made time for you. Back then, you were inseparable, stealing every free moment just to be together. But now?

It had been months since you’d gone on a proper date. Just the two of you. His lapdogs always coming along.

Well—except for the times when he fucked you. It seemed like the only thing Rafe wanted to do with you.

“Whatever.” You muttered before hanging up, frustration burning in your chest. Was it really that hard for him to make time for you? You weren’t asking for much.

Shaking it off, you decided to grab breakfast by yourself.

You were at The Wreck when you spotted Sarah sitting with her group of questionable friends. Not that Rafe was any less dubious himself.

He was always warning you about Pogues, telling you to stay away from them. But right now, you were so mad at him that you decided to do the exact opposite.

So, when Sarah came up to you and asked if you wanted to join them, you agreed. It was kind of awkward at first, especially since you’d never really hung out with her friend group before. But after some time, you started to actually enjoy it. The conversation flowed easier, and you found yourself laughing at things you wouldn’t normally find funny. It felt… different, but in a good way.

“So, we were thinking about hitting the beach later. Are you joining us?” Pope asked, and you thought it was really sweet of him to include you.

“Oh, I mean, you probably have plans with your boyfriend or something,” he added quickly, looking a little embarrassed by his question.

You smiled, trying to ease his discomfort. “No, I don’t have anything to do today, so if that’s not a problem, I’d love to join you guys.”

That day you came home later than you thought you would—it was already pretty dark outside. You were having so much fun with Sarah, John B, Kiara, JJ, and Pope, especially Pope, that you had completely lost track of time.

Young Heyward was so sweet and open-minded, and even though your boyfriend was such an asshole to him, he still got along with you effortlessly. You appreciated that more than you could say.

As you walked inside, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Pope: “Hope you made it home safely.” You smiled, feeling a warmth you hadn’t expected.

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The next morning, Rafe texted you.

“Be there in 10.”

No good morning, no want to hang out? It rubbed you the wrong way. Whenever you wanted to make plans, he was always too busy. But when he decided to see you, you had to drop everything. It felt… one-sided.

Still, you pushed the thought away and got ready. Not long after, you heard the sound of Rafe’s truck pulling into the driveway, followed by your mother opening the door for him.

Your parents adored Rafe. To them, he was the perfect match—good-looking, rich, and charismatic. The kind of guy any girl on the island would be lucky to have.

You sat in Rafe’s car, the engine humming softly beneath you. He hadn’t said much— his eyes stayed fixed on the road, only flicking toward you for the briefest second before looking ahead again.

“So… where are we going?” you finally asked, breaking the silence.

“My place,” he said, not even sparing you a glance.

The second you stepped into his room, Rafe was on you—no hesitation, no words. His hands were rough, stripping you down like he’d been waiting for this all night.

And for a moment, you let yourself believe that this—this—meant something. That maybe he missed you. Maybe he still cared.

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"Fuck, you're so perfect," he groaned, his body still trembling against yours as he collapsed on top of you.

The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the scent of sweat and sex clinging to the air as you both came down from the high of it all.

Then, he started kissing you again, leaving small, lingering marks on your neck, each touch deliberate and slow, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I have to go, though,” he said as he get up from bed, already reaching for his clothes, slipping on his pants like he hadn’t just had you in every possible position.

You sat up, the warmth of his body still lingering against your skin. “Already?” You didn’t even try to hide the disappointment in your voice.

“Yeah. Topper and Kelce will be here soon.”

Your stomach twisted. Of course. He couldn’t even spend one full day with you without them showing up.

“They’re coming too?” you asked, unable to keep the distaste from your tone.

Rafe smirked. “Come on, no need to be jealous. It’s not like I’m fucking them too or something.”

Oh yeah. That definitely made you feel better.

You exhaled sharply, pressing your lips together before muttering, “I thought it’d be just us this time.”

Rafe’s eyes darkened at your tone. “Oh, fuck. Are you seriously about to throw a tantrum because I want to spend time with my friends?”

“No. But when you guys hang out, all you do is scream at the TV, drink beer, and talk shit about people. That’s not exactly my idea of fun.”

He scoffed. “It’s not like you can’t invite your friends over too.”

You shot him a pointed look. “Yeah, except I can’t—because you don’t like them. And whenever they are around, you’re mean to them.”

“Not my fault you pick the wrong friends,” he said with a shrug, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Anger bubbled up in your chest before you could stop it. “Maybe I picked the wrong boyfriend.” The words slipped out, barely a whisper—more for yourself than him.

But Rafe did hear.

In an instant, he was in front of you, gripping your jaw, forcing your gaze to his. His face was too close, his breath hot against your skin. His blue eyes burned into yours, dark with something unreadable.

“What was that?” His voice was low, dangerous.

“Nothing,” you muttered quickly, suddenly regretting every single word.

Rafe’s grip didn’t loosen. “No, say that shit again,” he challenged.

But before you could respond, the doorbell rang. His head snapped toward the sound, jaw clenched. Without another word, he let go and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

So, you spent the rest of the day with Rafe and his friends. It was just as boring as you’d expected—nothing but drinking, shouting over the TV and mindless video games, and talking trash about Pogues, but you endured it. Like always. You had nothing else to do anyway, and you were just so desperate to be with your boyfriend, even if it meant settling for something that didn’t feel right.

”Rafe, can you drive me home?” you asked after realizing it was getting late.

“Can’t you stay the night?” he countered, a smirk tugging at his lips—the one you knew all too well. Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to your neck before burying his face there.

“I can’t, I need to—” You barely got the words out before he lifted his head, his eyes locking onto yours, almost pleading.

“Pretty please, hmm? We could go to the movies tomorrow. I heard they’re playing one of those trash romance films you like so much,” he teased, trying to sway you.

“They’re not trash, Rafe,” you mumbled, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Of course.” His grin widened. “So, do we have a deal?”

And that’s how you ended up spending the night at the Cameron estate.

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You were beyond happy that Rafe had actually taken you out on a date, so you made sure to dress up nicely. Luckily, you kept some of your clothes in his closet, and after a little searching, you picked out a pretty blue dress—one you knew he’d like.

At the outdoor cinema, the two of you sat side by side in fold-out chairs, the massive screen glowing in front of you. The night air was warm, the low hum of the movie filling the space around you. Popcorn and soda in your lap, Rafe finishing off a beer. It had been about twenty minutes into the film, and you were really enjoying it so far.

Rafe, on the other hand, clearly wasn’t.

You could feel his eyes on you more than the screen, stealing glances instead of paying attention. And then, his hand found your thigh. It was nothing unusual—he did that often—but as the minutes passed, his fingers slowly started to creep higher.

“Rafe,” you warned softly.

He only hummed in response, pretending not to hear the hint of caution in your voice. Instead of stopping, his hand slid up even further.

“Just relax,” Rafe murmured, his voice low and commanding as his fingers grazed over the thin fabric of your underwear.

When he pulled your panties to the side, a rush of fear hit you—there were people around, and you couldn’t shake the worry of being seen. But despite the anxiety, a soft, involuntary sound escaped you—a mix between a sigh and a whimper. Rafe’s eyes stayed fixed on you, sharp and analytical, drinking in every reaction.

His thumb drifted upward, tracing slow, deliberate circles over your clit, his touch both torturous and addicting. His eyes darken as he watched you tremble beneath him. “Just like that” he whispered and without warning, he slipped two fingers inside, stretching you open—your breath caught, your body arching as you surrendered to his touch.

You were still a little sore from last night, a lingering ache that blended with the slow, building pleasure. Rafe was gentle, his touch careful yet deliberate, each movement sending a wave of warmth through you. You could feel your body responding to him, a building tension deep inside, and before long, you came on his fingers, a rush of pleasure flooding you.

“Good girl,” Rafe murmured, his voice low and filled with obvious satisfaction as he watched you, the praise made you shiver.

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After that, Rafe let you watch the movie in peace, mostly staying on his phone. You smiled to yourself, enjoying one of the movie’s scenes—it was so cute and romantic. Then, suddenly, you heard that familiar voice. “Hi, man” It was Topper. Fucking Topper. What was he doing here?

“What’s up, bro?” your boyfriend responded.

“Come on, baby,” Rafe said softly, gesturing for you to move onto his lap so Topper could take your seat. At this point, you were so frustrated you didn’t even care. You made room for Topper, just wanting to finish the movie. But, of course, now they were talking, disturbing your focus.

You needed a break from all this, so you stood up, telling them you were going to grab some soda.

You picked up your snack from the concession stand and were heading back when you heard a voice behind you. “Hi.” It was JJ, waving at you, with Pope standing beside him.

“Oh, hey! Are you guys enjoying the movie?” you asked, trying to keep it light.

Pope froze for a second, clearly caught off guard by your attention. He hesitated, his eyes darting between you and JJ, clearly uncomfortable. JJ, sensing the awkwardness, quickly chimed in, “Yeah, the film’s great, right Pope?”

The boy cleared his throat, his voice quieter than usual. “Uh, yeah… yeah, it’s really great,” he stammered, unable to hide the nervousness in his tone. His gaze lingered on you for just a moment before he quickly looked away, his face flushing slightly.

You wanted to talk to them a little more, but you knew you couldn’t keep Rafe waiting. He’d get suspicious, like he always did. So, with a quick smile, you said, “Alright, gotta go, see you guys later,” turning on your heels to walk away. But as you took a step, you suddenly froze. Rafe’s gaze was locked on you, his eyes burning with fury and jealousy. The intensity of his stare made your heart race, and you could feel the weight of his anger without even needing to say a word.

“Rafe,” you started, trying to calm him down, hoping he’d understand it was just a casual conversation about the film, nothing serious. But Rafe didn’t have it. Without warning, he stormed over to the Pogues, Topper right behind him.

“Come on, man, we were just talking,” JJ tried to reason with him, his voice tense. But it was no use. Rafe’s temper was already boiling over. He swung, landing a punch straight to JJ’s face.

JJ hit the ground hard, dazed, and Rafe stood over him, seething. “My girl won’t be talking to some fucking Pogues,” he spat, the words sharp and full of contempt. The spit hit the ground beside JJ.

Pope, fuming with anger, couldn’t hold back anymore. “You’re a fucking psycho!” he shouted at Rafe, his voice shaking with fury. But before he could say another word, Topper stepped in. Grabbing Pope by the shirt, he slammed his fist into his stomach repeatedly, each hit harder than the last. Pope gasped, his breath knocked out of him, struggling to stay on his feet as Topper’s blows landed with brutal force.

The crowd had gathered around, forming a tight circle, all eagerly watching the chaos unfold. They were shouting, urging the fight on with loud cheers and taunts.

JJ had managed to get back on his feet, fists raised, and the fight between him and Rafe ignited again. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Stop! Please, just stop!” you begged, rushing between them, your voice trembling. You grabbed Rafe’s arm, trying to pull him back, but he was still seething. JJ was breathing heavily, his face bruised from the last punch, but he wasn’t backing down either.

“You look at her again, I’ll fucking break your skull open!” Rafe shouted, his voice filled with raw fury.

You turned just in time to see Topper’s hands wrapped around Pope’s throat, choking him. Pope’s face was turning red, his eyes wide in panic as he struggled to breathe, unable to draw in enough air. The sight sent a wave of panic through you, but the violence was escalating so quickly, you didn’t know how to stop it.

The sudden wail of police sirens cut through the chaos, and in an instant, the crowd started scattering, running in all directions to avoid getting caught. Topper finally released his grip on Pope, letting him collapse to the ground, gasping for air. He quickly turned to Rafe, his eyes wide with urgency.

“Come on, the cops are here!” Topper shouted, pulling at Rafe’s arm. But Rafe, still seething with rage, shoved JJ one last time, sending him stumbling back.

“You’re lucky, bitch,” Rafe spat, his voice low and full of venom. His eyes remained locked on JJ for a moment, as if daring him to do something. But as the sirens grew louder, Rafe finally turned. His gaze shifted to you, and without warning, he grabbed your wrist, his grip tight and almost painful.

“You’re not so much,” he muttered, his voice dripping with frustration and possessiveness as he began to drag you through the crowd. You stumbled to keep up with him, the chaotic scene still unfolding behind you, but Rafe wasn’t paying attention to anything else.

And you? You were furious about what he meant by that.

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He dragged you all the way down to his truck. You didn’t see a soul around—he had parked in an empty, desolate spot. The sky had started to turn a deep navy blue as dusk settled in. Without warning, he slammed you onto the car, pinning you against its metal surface.

“I leave you for one second, and you go running to the Pogues?” he shouted, his voice seething with fury. His hair was messy from the fight, blood staining his chin and soaking through his shirt, his appearance wild and chaotic.

“I was just saying hi.” you said, barely able to get the words out

“For what? You want to fuck him? Or maybe you already did, huh? Did you fuck JJ?” he hissed, his voice full of venom. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. You shook your head, but it only seemed to make Rafe angrier. “How about Pope, hmm? He was blushing like a bitch” he sneered. Then, with a swift motion, he punched his car with a fist, so close to your head that you flinched, fear coursing through you. For the first time in your life, you were so terrified that you truly thought he was going to kill you.

Rafe’s eyes locked onto yours, intense and burning with fury as he snarled, “Maybe you fucked them both?” He grabbed your throat, and you could feel his bloodied knuckles pressing against your skin. His face inches from yours, his breath hot and heavy, noses nearly touching. “Were you a good cumdumpster to them?” he hissed, and the words made you want to vomit.

Tears blurred your eyes and stained your face as Rafe roughly turned you around, his chest pressing hard against your back, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. One of his hands was still on your shoulder, gripping it tightly, while the other moved toward his pants. You heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt, and it made you whimper, a wave of terror washing over you.

Rafe didn’t even take the time to prepare you, shoving his full length inside you, his face buried in the back of your neck and your hair as he muttered with disgust, “God, you’re so pathetic, I can’t even look at you.”

[muqingslover]

[ if you're against cunt!boy content then this is your warning to jump ship. To the fellow degenerates that stay, put on your hats and welcome aboard. ]

[ Now as a women enthusiastic, I love the genderbendering shenanigans but I want to take a step forward or rather backwards and talk about the boys with only a pussy because it's so funny and also just bc I can do whatever I want (this is my equivalent of projecting period cramps onto men). Out of everyone, I think we should start with our neighborhood freak. ]

Xavier should've known better when he agreed to let the oddballs from the lab staff to experiment on him. If he hadn't folded when you batted those pretty lashes of yours at him while reassuring him it was a only a small favor for a friend then he wouldn't be in this mess. In his defense, he was told it was a completely harmless drug that was being developed to create more...realistic disguises for missions. The problem is that no one told him just how realistic it would be until he woke up the next day with a very crucial part of himself missing.

Having you laugh yourself to the point of tears at his exasperated reaction when he told you did not help his desire to dig a hole to bury himself in. After a very long phonecall with the lab, the poor man was left laying face down on the floor in contemplation at the news that he was stuck like this for a few days until the drug naturally left his system. He was lucky really, most of the other subjects had been stuck in all kinds of misplaced "genders" for a whole month.

Now, how could you pass out on this golden opportunity of teasing him? He's always so assertive, in his own way, and for the first time you had the upper hand by sheer "seniority" of who has had a pussy for longer which is freaking hilarious but also, very useful, because you could now teach him all about the ways he could feel pleasure that he otherwise wouldn't even dream of. Out of all the other boys, Xavier would be one of the most open about exploring it despite the initial grumbles and embarrassment. He's actually very into understanding exactly how you feel when he touches you and absolutely loves having you touch him in any way. Not to mention his freaky side definitely itches with curiosity. Though, it does take lots of sweet kisses to his sensitive ears and coaxing that you won't make fun of him until he agreed to let you have your way, for now.

He's laying on his back with his knees spread for you while wearing nothing but the soft blue hoodie he refused to take it off because it served as a "shield" to hide himself in. He even pulled on the strings of the hood and resembled some sort of strange sandworm, which you had to do your best not to laugh at to avoid making him turn tail after all your efforts to convince him. Xavier jumped a bit when your fingers spread open his folds— His pussy was a borderline cute shade of pink and the little bit of white fluff hair on top really sealed the deal. The feeling of the cold and watery lube being poured made him decide he needed an extra layer of "safety precaution" and grabbed a pillow to hold it tightly against him since he wasn't confident he could safely hold onto you without accidentally cracking one or two of your bones.

Like everything else with him, it took some coaxing to drag his clit out of hiding as your thumb lightly pulled up the sensitive skin to expose the small bud. The scent of soap fills your senses when your nose nudges against his little cunt and your tongue darts out, finding the perked up clit and licking it with the just right amount of pressure to drag a surprised moan out of his throat. His hood slid down, showing his tousled pale hair when his head whipped back up towards you and his blue eyes landed on yours. "Do that again...Please?" He asked in a weak, raspy voice. All the previous hesitation completely gone and he only wondered if all women were always this sensitive or was it a "him" thing? He genuinely had no idea nor did have enough time to give it serious consideration before his mind blanked at the pleasure you gave him.

His head fell back against the pillow he was clutching when you sucked on the bundle of nerves and for the first time he felt as if he had no control over the bordering pathetic sounds that were being forced out of him. It felt strange, like there was nothing he could use to compare what he was feeling right now, but so damn good. He took in a sharp breath when your middle finger pushed inside his hole, which to your surprise was surprisingly soft, welcoming your index finger with ease shortly after as you began to search for the place that always had you screaming for him and mindlessly wondering if he'd even have it. Your self-indulgent line of thought was quickly answered by a much louder moan echoing and his knees almost closing around your head in reflex. A whole new level of pleasure was being unlocked for him and each cry sounded whiner than the last as your fingers kept on hitting the sweet, sweet spot and your lips continued on abusing his swollen clit mercilessly.

"I-It's good, it's so— A-Ah, it's so good, more—" His voice cracked and he made visible effort to keep his legs open for you. A dark, damp spot became obvious on the pillow case that he was using to muffle himself by biting onto it, a string of drool connecting to his lips as he gasped in such a pathetic way and his blue eyes blinked out of focus. You had never seen Xavier falling apart the way he was now and oh was it a sight to behold.

When his pussy began clenching around your digits warning you that he was going to come very soon you decided to give him another treat for being so good. Your tongue abandoned his poor bud and instead joined the two fingers that were sliding in and out of his slippery slit, probing it's way into his hot, wet walls and causing his back to arch off the bed. Your free hand replaced your mouth by rubbing his abused clit with your fingertips, squeezing it just enough so that his eyes would roll into the back of his head.

"Y-Yes, yes— Love, don't stop, please, please plea—" Xavier begged, his hips grinding against your mouth and his whines turned into broken whimpers before he came so good it caused little stars to pop into his vision. You kept on fucking his cunt while he orgasmed, making sure he felt each and every nerve of his tightening then relaxing before you pulled away to admire your poor boyfriend that had been reduced to a whimpering and trembling mess.

Oh but if you think you have won then you're very, very wrong because we all know Xavier's specialty is turning tables on you. He's not the most dominant ML in-game for nothing after all and with or without a cock he will always fuck you good. He just needed a bit of a warm-up first ;)

[johnwickb1tsch]

lessons in anatomy VII

a yandere art professor Wick x drawing model muse! reader AU... (also featuring Matt from River's Edge. If you haven't seen the movie that's ok, I will fill in the gaps as we go...) ->chapter map

VII.

-Later that night you’re outside Matt’s apartment with that familiar feeling that you’re doing something that maybe you shouldn’t be doing. You were afraid he’d take it the wrong way, if you invited him over to your place. But now you’re not sure this is any better. 

Just chill out, you scold yourself. He’s a sweet boy. He’s going to finish his drawing, and then you’re going to leave. No funny business.

Right. 

Your ovaries have other ideas, but you’re usually successful at thwarting their evil schemes, if with anything your pure talent for saying the wrong thing.   

You can hear the music coming through the door before you even knock. There are several voices on the other side. Loud, excited, adolescently boyish. It doesn’t really help the unease inside you, but before you can change your mind the door is jerked open, answered by a skinny guy in faded black denim. “What’s up?” You think you recognize him from the band.

“Hi…is Matt here?” 

His eyes light up, a smirk pulling his narrow features. “Ohhhhh, you’re the chick from his drawing class!” Then he bellows loud enough for the whole building to hear, “Matt!! Your stripper’s here!” 

Mortified, you are on the verge of turning on your heel and leaving when suddenly Matt appears in the door, maybe as flustered as you are. “Jesus, Layne, shut up.” He pushes his friend away, filling the doorway with his broad-shouldered form. He’s in a white t-shirt, and blue jeans, and if you’re being honest…he looks good enough to eat. “Hey. Sorry about him, he’s an asshole.” 

He runs his fingers through his soft hair nervously, and you feel the sparks as the wires cross in your brain. 

“It’s ok…” It’s not, but what the fuck else can you say?

You follow him into the apartment, which smells of stale beer and weed and unwashed man-children. His friends are watching tv, a cold pizza open on the coffee table. Everything is filthy, and a part of you wants to turn and go again. 

“Aw, don’t hog the girl,” says another one of Matt’s friends. He is big, the mismatched thrift-store chair he sits in clearly on the verge of breaking under his burly weight. When he looks at you you have the unnerving feeling that he is looking through you. “Come hang out.”

“Can’t, Samson. Got a project.”

“Work on it out here!” 

“Yeah, Matt, it’s just art.” They all look at you wolfishly, and it is so completely the opposite vibe of the drawing studio that a part of you wants to bolt like a rabbit. 

“Fuck off, assholes,” Matt says with no real feeling, taking your hand to pull you towards his room. You let him, because you’re not sure what else to do. You feel their gazes between your shoulder blades, a creeping feeling prickling uncomfortably all over your skin. 

“Sorry about them,” he says once he has you inside his tiny bedroom. You can’t help but notice he flips the lock. His friends continue to jeer from the other side, going so far as to throw something heavy at the door. He rifles around to set up his drawing stuff. When he realizes you haven’t moved he asks, “Shit, are you ok?”

The answer is not really, but you shrug it off. “Fine. Where should I sit?” 

His room is messy, but not dirty like the common living area. He moves a pile of clothes and makes a place for you, setting up a desk lamp to mimic the lighting from the drawing studio. “This should do. It’s really cool of you to help me out.” 

“Not a big deal.” You went through the grind before. You know how important it is to do well this first year. The 100 classes are kind of boring, but they really do set the foundation for everything else. 

There’s only one thing left to do. 

You’re not sure why it didn’t occur to you until just now, how charged it would be, to undress while alone in a bedroom with this handsome young man. It doesn’t help that he’s biting his full lower lip, looking at you like a drowning man. 

“Alright. You have to close your eyes.” 

He laughs, those dark orbs sparkling. “What?” 

“Go on. I’ll tell you when you can open them.” 

He doesn’t fight you, doing as you ask and turning his back besides. The difference between him and his friends is such a yawning chasm, you wonder what the hell he’s doing with guys like that. You suppose that sometimes proximity makes strange bedfellows. 

You take off your clothes and arrange yourself. “Ok, you can look.” 

He turns, gazing at you with a softness that tugs all your heartstrings and ties them in knots besides. He glances down at his drawing, then back at you. “Can you move your hand to the left just a hair?” 

You do, and with plenty of tension in the air but no further fuss, he gets to work.

-You stay for three more hours, and the result was worth it. Matt’s drawing takes your breath away, and despite your joke earlier, it’s not vanity. It’s his marks on the paper, the curves and lines and highlights and shadows. It’s beautiful, and you’re very proud of him. 

“I can’t fathom John won’t like this,” you say. Matt makes a face at just hearing his Professor’s name. 

“We’ll see. That dude has it out for me.”

“I think…he just sees you have potential.”

Matt gives you a look, tilting his head so that beautiful hair falls down in a wave. “Are you kidding me?”

“Well…”

“I'm not sure you've noticed this, but I think he likes you.”

You roll your eyes. Maybe that used to be true, but you're pretty sure you ruined it. He was downright distant last class, so cordial it hurt. “I think you're imagining things.”

“Sure, y/n.” Clearly, he's not convinced. “You…want to hang out?” He shoots you a puppy dog look from behind his hair that is hard to resist. 

You smile regretfully. “I have to get going.” You're not just a spoilsport; you really are exhausted.

“Ok, I'll walk you out.” It's settled down outside, and it feels like it's safe to leave. Yet as the two of you are walking past the kitchen the one called Samson blocks your way. 

“Where ya goin? It's early. You should stay.” He fills the whole hallway, impossibly large and seemingly impassable. Every hair raises on your body.

“Sorry…I can't,” you manage to get out, every cell in your body feeling threatened. Of course, your pepper spray is buried deep in the bottom of your purse where you could never get to it in time. 

“Aww. You're no fun.” He reaches up to touch your hair, and you have this sudden sickly feeling like you might die if he lays a hand on you. 

“Dude, chill out.” Matt comes to the rescue, pushing his friend aside like one might an overly friendly Saint Bernard. But you know that even if big dogs seem dumb…they have teeth, and sometimes, they don’t know their own strength. 

“Sorry about him,” he says again as you step outside. Again, you can't help but think that he is waaay too nice to be hanging with these creeps.

“Matt…you're a really nice guy,” you say as you get to your car, wanting to ask him what the deal is with his unsavory company but not sure how. 

“Yeah?” He lights up at hearing this, inching in a little closer with that sideways smile. “Then how come you won't let me kiss you?”

Why do you feel more embarrassed now than fifteen minutes ago when you were sitting in his room with no clothes on? 

“I didn't say I wouldn't…”

This emboldens him enough to step the rest of the way into you, touching his pillow-soft lips to yours gently. He lights up your world, and when you don't pull away his big hands find your waist, his fingertips digging into your skin as he moans against your mouth. 

“You sure you gotta go?” he asks sheepishly, his forehead pressed to yours. His hair is every bit as soft as it looks, you find out, as it curtains your face.

You manage a shaky, “Yeah.” 

Only because you can't stand his roommates. You've decided you will never set foot in that apartment with them there again.

“Bummer.” 

The understatement of the century. You laugh, at your own luck as much as him, smoothing your hands over his muscled chest before patting his cheek lightly. Good lord, what a specimen. “Goodnight, Matt.”

“See you, y/n.”

You drive off, sad to be leaving him. Something about that boy makes you want to wrap him up in your arms, and fight anyone who so much as gives him a sideways look.

That is something to be wary of too, you suppose.

You have no idea that you were being watched by someone from the shadows, snogging your student under the yellow glow of the street light.

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TBC...

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->chapter map pinterest board/ photo credits

[vampiriito]

Summer was full of kisses.. (JJ Maybank x shy! kook! reader) Chapter 7

A/N: Hey loves! insane how good this series is doing. My valentines day special kinda blew up and i'm like still in shock. Thanks to @thxtmarvelchick for featuring my fic in her recommendations post, I got too attached to this story, and I'm kinda sad it's coming to an end :(

Summary: JJ and his girlfriend have a movie night but is JJ watching the movie..? no, JJ is trying to calm himself down and at least make it through the stupid rom-com playing on your laptop before he pounces on you. (warnings? p in v, needy bf JJ and me being single.)

Being JJ's girlfriend turned out to be easy. Well, almost. You always wondered how'd it feel, and how'd he look in a committed relationship. But JJ was whipped. When his best friend John B started macking Sarah Cameron he called him pussy whipped. But JJ feared he became the same thing, in the small window of time of dating you. It came as a shock to everyone, except Maisy, your best friend. She had a feeling this would happen, she said. Despite being 2 complete opposites, you and JJ paired really well, your quiet demeanor softening him and his reckless talkative one making you just a tad bit out there. It was a strange feeling for JJ's best friends, seeing him smitten with one girl. Bringing her to hangouts and parties. Like he was another person.

John B and Pope were especially shocked at the sudden change in their friend. JJ always being one to go from girl to girl, never being serious about any of them, but with you it was different. JJ was acting.... well, almost like a normal teenager, the very thought of it made both John B and Pope roll their eyes and shake their heads. Even just a few months ago none of them thought JJ was capable of being in a serious relationship, but here they all were. And if JJ was being 100% honest, he rather liked being your boyfriend.

He enjoyed the way it felt to be your boyfriend. He liked watching everyone's reactions in the group, the shock and disbelief on their faces was one he would never get tired of. He liked the way you sat next to him at the Wreck, the way you let him put his hand on your thigh, the way you leaned your head on his shoulder. He loved the way you would let him pull you in and give you small kisses on your forehead and your cheeks and your neck. He just loved you.

He wasn't a sap though, he still acted like the same JJ everyone knew. Still was cocky and smug, still threw parties and did stupid pranks with his friends, but he didn't look at other girls and he didn't sleep around. It was like he flipped a switch to only focus on you. He found it funny and strange that you had this effect on him. John B and Pope found it absolutely mind blowing and shocking.

"JJ..." you scolded your boyfriend for what felt like the hundredth time in the last 15 minutes. He kept poking you and pinching your side, and on top of all that, asking a million questions and making snarky comments about the movie playing on your laptop screen.

Your cheek was resting on your palm, elbow propped on the pillow as you lay lazily on your side, your eyes fixed intently on the movie. The room was quiet, apart from the sounds of the film and the occasional chuckle from JJ whenever he managed to get a reaction out of you. Your blankets and a mess of pillows surrounded you both on the bed, creating a cozy nest. The small fairy lights hung from the wall above the bed, casting a soft glow around the room. It was perfect for the laptop screen to cast most of the light, avoiding the harshness of a lamp or lightbulb.

"What? I'm barely touching you." JJ responded, a cheeky smirk on his face. He was lounging behind you, his body pressed up against your back, his bare chest pressing against your upper back and neck. One arm was snaked around your waist, pulling your body tight against his so that there was very little space between the two of you. His other hand was the one doing the annoying poking and pinching, his finger digging into your side, enjoying the way you squirmed.

His chin was resting on your shoulder, his breath soft against your ear, each exhale sending a soft shiver down your spine. He was being purposely annoying, as he usually was, enjoying the way you reacted and the scolding you would give him. He knew you didn't actually mind that much, it wasn't like he was poking enough to truly hurt you. No, he was gentle in his pokes, just teasing and playful, like everything else he did.

His long, sun-bleached hair was messy, sticking in every direction, most of it falling down off his shoulders. It was always a mess, always looking like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards but you loved it anyway. It was cute, it was messy, and it suited his unkempt, chaotic personality perfectly. It also felt really nice when he nuzzled his head against you, when he buried his face in your neck and his hair tickled the skin of your throat and collarbone.

His chin moved from your shoulder, and he nuzzled his head against the side of your neck, his nose and lips grazing the sensitive skin, peppering a few short kisses on your skin. His arm that was wrapped around your waist gave you a gentle squeeze, as if he was trying to coax some attention out of you, wanting you to turn and look at him instead of focusing on the movie playing on the laptop.

You shook your head gently, sighing and running your hand through his hair for a split second as if telling him to rein it in, still intently watching the movie playing on your laptop.

JJ let out a small whine, his chin still resting on your shoulder. He pouted against your skin, continuing to press his lips against your neck, the tip of his tongue gently darting out and lapping at your skin. His hand around your waist slid up under the fabric of your shirt, his palm splaying over your stomach, pulling you even tighter against him.

“Pay attention to me..” He muttered, his voice deep and a little whiny, his hand moving from your stomach to your ribs, his fingers slowly tracing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He continued to kiss and nuzzle and press his lips to your neck, trailing kisses from just under your ear to your shoulder and back again.

"I just wanna watch the movie... we made out like 20 minutes ago.." you sighed, your tone gentle yet distracted by the laptop. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his hand slipping under your tank top, splaying over your ribs, leaving hot and insistent kisses over your neck from behind. Which you didn't really mind, you loved the attention JJ gave you, especially now that he purposefully stayed in with you on a Friday night instead of going to a kegger.

"Yeah, well, now I wanna kiss you again." He replied, his tone and actions still somewhat whiny and childish, and he still pouted against your neck. His hand on your ribs continued to trace circles on your skin, his thumb gently rubbing against your ribs, his other arm still wrapped around your waist and holding your body tight against his. The kisses he was placing on your neck were slow and lazy, his lips moving and his tongue tasting your soft skin.

"Please..."

He drew the word out, still pressed against your neck, his lips still moving slowly and lazily against your skin as he planted kiss after kiss down the column of your neck. He knew how much you liked when he was clingy like this, when he whined at you, when he begged. He knew how much you liked it when he wrapped himself around you and held you tight against him, like he was doing now.

Your hand reached up to run through his hair gently, raking your fingers through it mindlessly, "I promise I'll kiss you after the movie okay?" you muttered comfortingly, trying your best to focus on the movie and not the fact that, despite your protests you liked how much he was clinging to you, kissing your neck slowly and whining quietly. It made your stomach do those weird flips and heat bloom just a little between your legs.

JJ let out another pouty whine, but his lips and tongue and everything stopped, he knew he wasn't going to get his way. He was also a little too distracted by the feeling of your fingers in his hair, of you massaging his scalp as you ran your fingers through his messy locks. He made a small noise, almost like a purr, as he pressed his face into your neck and practically nuzzled into you. He was a total puppy, he just would never outright admit it though.

His hand on your stomach slowly slid lower, his fingers tracing the expanse of your stomach, then your hip, pausing for a moment before going lower still, stopping on your upper thigh and resting there. He pulled you a little tighter against him, his body molding against your back, as if he was trying to meld his body with yours and make the two of you into one. He placed another few lazy, warm kisses on your neck before propping his chin back on your shoulder and watching the movie, as patiently as he could.

As he adjusted your bodies, your arched your back a little, shifting so your were sitting more comfortably now, content that he was finally paying attention to the movie like you had asked him.

JJ tried very hard to focus on the movie playing on the laptop screen but found himself distracted every few minutes, your body pressed up against him like that. You shifting against him only made it harder to pay attention, your body moving against his in all the right ways, pressing against all the wrong spots and making his head spin. He tried his best to fight down the heat building in his lower stomach, ignoring the way his blood was starting to flow downward.

He nuzzled his head against your neck again, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down, but the scent of you was only making everything worse. He tried to keep his hands still, to not let them wander to your thighs or hips or anywhere else on your body. He didn't want to lose control after he said he'd behave and let you finish your movie. He just had to hope you were more interested in the movie than you were interested in what he was doing to you, hoping that you didn't notice his body reacting to you.

You let out a faint giggle, turning to gaze back at him, raising your brows in expectancy as if expecting him to also laugh at whatever was on the screen, going back to watching almost instantly, adjusting your self once again without even realizing.

JJ, on the other hand, found himself mesmerized by the sight of you. Sitting with him like this, with your back pressed against his chest and your hair framing your face in soft waves. Your face tilted back to look at him, the faint sparkle in your eyes as you gave him a small smile. He thought you were so damn beautiful like this, and the way you kept shifting against him, unknowingly moving in ways that set every nerve in his body on fire... he felt like he was hanging on by a thread.

His hands had a mind of their own as they slowly, hesitantly, started sliding over your body, starting on your thighs, tracing small, aimless patterns on them before moving up and around your hips, tracing your curves, as he fought the urge to dig his fingers into your skin. His lips hovered over your neck, not kissing, not nuzzling, not doing anything but breathing slowly in an attempt to calm himself down a little.

You felt his touch, and took it as him simply just being affectionate. Which was better than poking you and pinching your back or tickling you. You raised your hand to run in through his hair again in a tender gesture, another small giggle escaping your lips at the events of the movie.

JJ practically mewled at the feeling of your hand in his hair, any control or self restraint he had left completely disappearing as he let out a quiet, frustrated huff. Your touch was driving him insane. The way your back was pressed against his chest, the way you were practically sitting in his lap. And now, your fingers and nails gently running through his hair, he couldn't take it anymore. Your touch was like a drug and he was an addict, hooked on wanting more and more and more. Which he got used to very quickly. He didn't think he was one for relationships. But in the 2 weeks or so of being your boyfriend, he thanked the gods everyday, especially when he knew you two had something planned that day. Skatepark date? JJ was barely paying attention to the trick you were trying to teach him, too focused of the way your voice sounded when you explained or the way you moved gracefully on the board. Beach date with his friends? god, he was already done for when he thought about you in a bathing suit, tanning while reading a book. He was actually free-falling.

He buried his nose and lips in your neck, his eyes closing as he inhaled your scent, your skin hot and soft against his mouth. He let out a warm sigh, his hand on your thigh moving higher, his fingers slowly tracing your skin. His body was practically overheating with the need to be closer, to touch more of you, his heart beating faster and faster as he slowly lost his mind over you. Your hand massaging his scalp and your scent filling his senses. He never realized how touch deprived he actually was until he met you. He wanted your hands on him at all times. Holding his hand, playing with his hair, kissing his cheek. JJ wanted everything.

"That feels nice.." you mumbled, turning to gaze at him momentarily over your shoulder. The feeling of his lips and nose just resting against the skin of your throat felt warm and nice, returning your attention back to the movie but still raking your hand through his hair mindlessly and affectionately.

Your words and your touch made his brain short circuit. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice to reply to you. When he finally spoke, his voice was shaky and hoarse, gruff sounding and rough around the edges. He wanted to stay on the course he'd promised and behave while you watched the movie... but the feel of your fingers gently scratching at his scalp and your soft skin under his hand was quickly breaking down that resolve.

"Yeah," He managed to rasp, "it does."

His hand on your thigh slowly started to wander, moving higher and higher, tracing shapes and patterns on your skin, inching closer to the hem of your shorts. He gently nipped the skin of your shoulder, his mouth opening and gently sucking at the place he'd bit. He was completely lost to the sensation of you, drowning in it, addicted to it.

You let out an involuntary sigh, the sound akin to moan but not quite when he nipped at your shoulder. You didn't even realize it because you continued to watch the movie, chiming up after a few moments, "are you okay? you sound weird and you're awfully behaved."

JJ bit back a gasp as you let out that soft sound, something between a sigh and a moan, the sound making the already aching heat in his lower stomach grow hotter, harder, more urgent. God he wanted you so badly. Your scent, your skin, your voice, the way you were sitting against him, blissfully unaware at the effect you were having on him, driving him absolutely crazy. He was barely hanging on by a thread.

"I'm fine," He responded in a hoarse whisper, "just... really enjoying the movie."

"I didn't annoy you did i?" you turned to look at him over your shoulder once again, a small and concerned frown tugging at your lips over the thought that he was irritated with you.

JJ almost groaned at the look on your face, your pout so soft and cute, looking so damn innocent. How the hell were you completely oblivious to what you were doing to him right now? How were you so damn beautiful and cute and making him so damn hard right now....

He shook his head, trying desperately to find a coherent thread of thought to say something to you in response. He was so beyond words right now, all he could do was just stare at you with his mouth slightly open.

"Are you sure? I didn't irritate you when i was being scolding?" you asked, still frowning at him over your shoulder, worried at the lack of response."I just really wanted to show you this movie, it's my favorite.."

JJ let out a short, quiet laugh, your question completely breaking his train of thought. In his head, he was practically begging you to stop and let him go back to being a mindless, obsessed, horny, hot mess. Your innocence was just driving him absolutely crazy right now, in more ways than one.

"No- I- no, it's fine." He choked out, barely managing to form words, he needed you to stop worrying. "The movie is great.. interesting uh.. plot."

He took a shaky breath, desperately trying to calm down and get control over himself, but you were making it damn near impossible. You're touch, your voice, your innocent questions were driving him crazy. He needed more of you, but he wasn't going to take, not yet. He had to get himself under control first.

"Please.... Can you just - can you just watch the movie. Please." He pleaded in a hoarse whisper, his body trembling a little.

"Okay.." you smiled slightly, going back to watching the movie, your hand resuming its movements in his hair lazily after adjusting your glasses. He was acting weird, but you weren't going to question it. He was being awfully quiet though. A bit worrying for JJ Maybank.

JJ took a shaky, uneven breath, trying to calm himself down, trying to control the aching heat in his body. Your gentle hand in his hair was making him insane though. He was struggling, he needed to let out all of this tension and heat pent up inside him, but he didn't want to take advantage of you... He had to get a grip on himself. But he was so hard, damn it was painful. He bit back a whimper as he let out a frustrated, quiet huff.

JJ was at his limit now. There was no way he could take this without going insane. He needed you desperately, he needed you right now. He gave a strained sigh, leaning down and burying his nose in the back of your neck, taking deep lung-fulls of your scent, trying to use it to calm himself. It was the wrong move, he got more worked up by the second and you were still blissfully unaware.

His hand on your thigh slowly inched higher, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your shorts. His breath was coming faster and shorter now, in little pants, as he tried desperately to get control of himself. He needed to stop, he was slowly losing the self restraint he'd been holding on to. He wanted you so badly, wanted you in every dirty way he could imagine... but he couldn't be his usual selfish, impatient self. Not when you were so damn fragile and beautiful. Not when he loved you as much as he did.

You turned to gaze back at him over your shoulder, as if feeling the tension radiating from him, but you thought he was tense because he was irritated at you. So you smiled almost cautiously at him, pressing a small kiss on his cheek briefly hoping to ease his irritation. You liked that you could just.. kiss JJ. Or touch him. He was more than glad about that too, the two of you making one hell of a touchy feely couple.

He was fighting a losing battle. Your gentle kiss on his cheek only made it worse, his need for you was driving him insane. He needed to focus on you, your smile, your kiss, your soft skin, your sweet, naive innocence. Anything but the way your scent was driving him crazy.

He had to admit though, he enjoyed your soft gesture, as brief and innocent as it was. He loved the way you were so pure and sweet. He loved how unaware and clueless you were to the way your touch and kisses affected him.

"You're so pretty.." you mumbled, still smiling at him, "I'm sorry for irritating you."

And that just about sent him over the edge. Your innocent little compliment, the way you seemed to think you were irritating him, when it was actually far from the truth. His restraint was hanging on by a damn thread now. He could feel himself reaching the breaking point, he wanted to just throw the movie out the window and take you right then and there. The only thing stopping him was you and your soft, sweet innocence...

His hand on your thigh was almost to the hem of your shorts now, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your upper thigh. His other hand was still in your hair, the one not at risk of wandering down someplace else. He took a shaking breath, trying to find his voice to respond.

"You're not... God, you're not irritating me." He managed to say in a low, shaky voice, the words sounding both like a gasp and a whisper simultaneously.

"You just became quiet suddenly.." you mumbled worryingly shifting so you were laying on your back, propped up by your elbows.

The sight of you laying on your back now, looking up at him while propped up on your elbows, was almost enough to make his brain short circuit again. He had to bite back a gasp as he gazed down at you, taking in the sight of you. The way your hair was framing your face, your innocent, concerned expression, your soft lips, gazing at him, the way your shirt, or his shirt, was slightly too big and was bunched up at your midriff, letting skin show... He suddenly regretted making you wear his shirt when he took it off.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus on the conversation, on your words, and not on the way he was being slowly and surely driven insane by you. He took a deep, uneven breath before replying, his voice coming out in a low, almost strained whisper. "I... I just wasn't enjoying the movie I guess... I just... got lost in my thoughts."

"Something bad?" you asked raising your brows, "we can do something else... if you're not enjoying the movie."

JJ had to force his gaze to remain on your face and not wander down your body, but it was getting more and more difficult. You were so damn distracting, and you weren't even trying. He took a few shaky breaths, trying to steady himself, his mind practically begging himself to just grab you and not let go. He shook his head, answering you in a strained voice. "No- no. Don't worry about it. Just watch the movie... I'll be fine."

"It's fine.. you know what i wanna do? I need you to help me with something.." you reached to pause the movie looking back at him to smile affectionately.

He raised a brow questioningly as you paused the movie, wondering what your going to ask, his mind still being consumed by what had been happening previously. But the affectionate smile on your face gave him some more much needed focus. He leaned down a little in response, giving you his full attention. "What do you need help with?"

"Okay this is gonna sound dumb and stupid.." you sighed, your face souring in a bit of embarrassment.

JJ shook his head, smiling a little, you could never say anything that he would think was dumb or stupid. He placed a hand on your arm, gently rubbing it in an affectionate gesture.

"No, it's not, just tell me. Anything." He'll do right about anything for you at this point.

"Okay so... i need you to let me put on some lipstick and kiss you all over your face.. and then i need to take a few pics of it.." you smiled awkwardly, suddenly regretting the way the request was sounding.

JJ's eyes widened at your request, his lips parting in surprise. He had not been expecting that at all, but it didn't mean he didn't like the sound of it. The thought of your lips and lipstick all over his face, your gentle touch as you applied it, having tangible proof of it in the form of photos... he liked it, he liked it a lot, more than he should. "Are you sure?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Well i wanna paint it.. so yeah." you smiled gently, thinking he was probably weirded out by your request to paint him.

JJ nodded slowly, thinking, his gaze on your face. His imagination was going wild at the thought of this, of you putting on lipstick and kissing all over his face while he tried to keep some amount of composure. But you hadn't even noticed the state he was in, how badly he wanted all of that from you.

"Okay... Sure." He said finally in a low voice, silently praying he could keep himself under control and behave like a gentleman while you did whatever you wanted to him. That was worded wrong in his head, because the thought of you doing whatever you wanted to him was-.. no he had to focus here.

You stood up from the bed, walking over to the vanity in your room, grabbing a red liquid lipstick, studying the color intently before walking back to the bed and reaching in your nightstand for a small pocket mirror. You applied some of the lipstick on your lips, scooting over to him and straddling him, "okay i know it looks silly.. just bear with me okay?" you asked awkwardly.

JJ's heart pounded as you straddled him, your body moving over his, a warm and heavy weight, your thighs on either side of his hips, your legs resting on the bed on either side of his. He quickly had to take a few slow breaths, trying to ground himself and keep his thoughts from running rampant. The sight of your red stained lips was so distracting because all he wanted was to ruin the lipstick, he wanted to kiss you so badly, he desperately needed to feel them.

"It's fine.... I trust you." He said in a strained voice, looking up at you with a half-lidded gaze.

You nodded excitedly, leaning down and pressing a tentative kiss on his cheek. As you pulled back, you noticed the kiss mark already beaming on his skin. Smiling, you repeated the process, planting soft kisses all over his face. His cheeks and forehead soon became a canvas of lipstick stains, each one a testament to your affection. He closed his eyes, savoring the tender moments, while you continued to cover his face with delicate, loving imprints.

JJ's mind was going insane at the feeling of your lips against his skin, soft and warm, your gentle, innocent kisses. But that combined with your body straddling him, the weight and warmth of you on top of him, was almost too much for him to take. He needed something to ground himself with, something to focus on, something to keep himself under control. He brought both his hands up, letting them rest on your hips, the familiar shape and softness of them giving him some amount of focus.

"You're so pretty..." you mumbled, pouting affectionately at him as you gazed at the marks of your lips scattered across his face messily but beautifully.

He could feel his cheeks blushing at your innocent compliment. He had been called a lot of things, but no one had ever called him "pretty", no one ever looked at him with that affectionate look on their face. He was used to being considered good looking, attractive, hot, but never pretty or beautiful. Your innocent expression as you gazed at the mess of red lipstick marks on his face was almost too much for him to take. He felt adored, treasured, cared for and he had to hold himself back from just taking you right here and now.

He looked up at you, his eyes searching your face, taking in your expression, the look in your eyes, the way your lips were curled up in a small smile and stained in red. His fingers tensed slightly on your hips as he tried desperately to control himself, to keep himself from grabbing you and having his way with you, to keep himself from letting out a low moan at the sight of you. He licked at his lips, his throat feeling dry as he spoke, his voice coming out in a low, hoarse whisper. "Are you done yet...?"

"Mmmm... no. I need to kiss you-.. i mean i already have but like kiss kiss you.." you chuckled, pushing your glasses up and cupping his face gently.

JJ's heart skipped a beat at your words, the way you said them in an almost dreamy, innocent way, like a child almost. He knew what you meant, but hearing you say it like that made his mind spin. And the way you were now cupping his face, your hands so soft and gentle, made his want for you increase tenfold. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself as his hands gripped your hips a little tighter. "Kiss me... then."

You complied, leaning down smiling against his lips as you kissed him, almost shyly, despite having kissed him so many times already since you started dating.

JJ's mind almost went blank the moment he felt your lips against his. Everything else faded away, all of the tension and heat coursing through him focused solely on the feeling of your mouth against his, the warm, soft sensation of your lips, gentle and innocent. And the realization that despite having kissed you so many times by now, you still kissed him shyly as if it was your first time, this thought drove him insane, made him fall more and more in love with you, if possible.

He responded to the kiss hungrily, his hands on your hips moving to your lower back, pulling you closer to him, wanting to feel you more, wanting to hold you closer. A low moan rumbled at the back of his throat as the kiss grew more passionate, more intense. He could feel his head spinning from the feeling of you against him, the soft, sweet taste of your mouth, he needed more.

You took the kiss in stride, despite how shy and flustered you actually were, your fingers splaying on his skin as you cradled his jaw, pulling him closer to you and slipping your tongue between his lips gently.

JJ's breath hitched as he felt your tongue slip into his mouth, a low gasp escaping his lips as he felt his self-control slipping away. He gripped you tighter, needing to feel you, his mind drowning in the sweet taste of you, lost in the feeling of your tongue against his, the way you were cradling his face like it was the most precious thing to you. He was quickly losing himself in the kiss, he was quickly going insane.

He tried to pull away for a moment, desperately needing to come up for air, but you wouldn't let him, your grip on his face, your tongue in his mouth, was too much for him to resist. So he gave up, he leaned into you fully, letting his hands slip under your shirt, needing to feel more of your skin, desperate for it. He let another low moan escape his lips as his mind started to go blank.

You hummed, shifting onto his lap so you could straddle him better, kiss him better, your body arching into his hands desperately, absolutely relishing in the feeling of his hands roaming over the small of your back and ribs.

He broke the kiss for a moment, needing air, and he took this time to gaze at you, to take in the sight of you sitting on his lap, your face flushed, your lips stained red with lipstick, your shirt slightly pushed up to reveal bare skin underneath, his name on your shirt. He took a few shaky breaths, his mind barely even registering the words that came out of his mouth next.

"Christ I- I need you, Y/n."

"Hold on.. i-.. well, i need to take the picture and you wanna... while having lipstick stains all over your face?" You asked, panting slightly and reaching to adjust your glasses shakily and timidly.

JJ almost growled aloud at the interruption, his mind still hazy, still fully consumed by his want and need of you. But he took a few deep breaths, trying to force himself to clear his thoughts so he could think, so he could focus and pay attention. He let his hands remain on your lower back as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, nodding quietly.

"Yeah.. Yeah. You're right. I just-" He let out a shaky breath, his voice coming out in a low, strained whisper.

"I just really need you right now.. like, really bad."

"It's okay... you're just so pretty i need you too... but i wanna get a picture at least.." you mumbled, fidgeting nervously and cupping his face once again.

JJ let out a low sigh, lifting his head to look at you, his eyes gazing into yours, taking in your adorable, shy, innocent expression. The sight of you fidgeting nervously combined with your words of calling him "pretty" and saying you needed him, it nearly sent him over the edge again, his hands gripping your waist more firmly. "Okay.. okay... you can take the picture. But after that I'm gonna need you... right away. Got it?"

You smiled shyly down at him, still gazing at his face which was covered in your lipstick marks, "But what about the lipstick stains? do you not want me to take it off?"

He looked up at you, taking in your shy, sweet smile, the way you were looking at his face, the way you were still straddling him, the feeling of your body underneath his hands. He was barely holding himself back from doing what he wanted to do to you right this moment, but he somehow managed to keep his voice relatively steady as he responded to you. "I don't care about the lipstick stains... they can stay on. I just- I really, really need you right now."

You let out a huff of laughter at his eagerness, reaching for your camera on the nightstand and turning it on, adjusting the settings a little and gazing at him through the viewfinder, "Okay... just smile or something... i need the picture to look good.."

JJ tried to focus on your instructions, taking a deep breath and attempting to give you a decent smile, but he was struggling. He was still fighting back the need and want for you, the thought of having you in his arms, having you close, kissing you, touching you. Being inside of you. It didn't help that you were sitting on his lap either, your body so close, so warm, your weight a heavy, teasing pressure on him. He managed to keep his eyes trained on you though, waiting for you to take the picture.

You nodded and hummed at his small smile, the sight of him smiling up at you, still covered in your lipstick and the shapes of your lips mesmerizing you for a second, snapping a couple of pictures and lowering the camera. "That was good..." you mumbled timidly and nodded.

JJ let out a low, shaky sigh the moment the camera was out of the way, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of himself, trying to stay grounded in the moment that was happening. But it was too much, he needed you, he needed you now, and the feeling of having you on his lap wasn't helping at all. "Good... that's good then. Can I have you now?"

"Yeah.." you chuckled, already feeling flustered at his words and the way he was looking at you (quite frankly like he wanted to devour you), placing the camera back on the nightstand and cupping his face.

As soon as the words left your mouth, JJ pounced on you. He grabbed you, pulling you down and flipping you over so you were lying underneath him on the bed. He pinned you down, trapping you beneath his body and he began immediately pressing frantic, messy kisses all over your face, marking you, claiming you, his hands grabbing, roaming all over your body.

You grabbed your glasses off your face, setting them don on the pillow next to you, cupping his face, which was still covered in the lipstick marks. Your lips were probably smudged with the remnants of it too, giggling weakly as he kissed all over your face, his hands slipping under your t shirt to grab at your breasts or roam over your waist and ribs.

JJ only became more frantic with his kisses as soon as you started to giggle. The feeling of your hands on his face, the sound of your laughter, the way you were responding to his touch, it drove him into a frenzy, his body nearly trembling from his need for you. The feeling of your skin under his hands as he pushed your shirt up made his head spin. "You're so soft.. so warm... I need you.. I need you so damn much."

You hands slipped from his jaw into his hair softly, running your fingers through it. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, along with your face as he continued to kiss and grab at every part of your body he could reach, "You look so pretty.. you still have my lipstick all over your face.." you mumbled quietly, still chuckling from time to time from the ticklish feeling of him kissing you messily.

JJ let out a low, guttural groan when he felt your fingers running through his hair, his body shuddering under your touch. The sound of your voice calling him pretty, the way you chuckled from the feeling of his kisses, it was driving him completely insane, his mind spinning with desire for you. He barely registered your words amidst his haze of need, but the mention of your lipstick made him pause for just a moment, lifting his head slightly to look down at you. "Yeah? You like how I look with your lipstick all over my face?"

"Yeah.. you look like.. i don't even know.. you're just so pretty." you nodded in response, locking eyes with him as soon as he lifted his head, a small smile tugging at your lips. His skin was flushed and his hair was messy, lipstick marks scattered over his face, making your breath catch in your throat from how jaw-droppingly gorgeous he was standing above you, kissing you with such fervor.

JJ let out a low hum as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of you lying beneath him, your hair spread out over the pillow, your smile, your eyes locked with his. He took a moment to just gaze at you, letting himself bask in your presence, the way your soft, sweet voice telling him he's pretty felt like music to his ears.

"I'm not the only pretty one here... you're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful..."

He let his eyes roam over your face, taking in every detail, every feature, every contour, his gaze eventually zeroing in on your lips, on the red stains of lipstick that no doubt covered them now. The sight of it made him shiver with desire, his mind swirling with the thought of your lips on his, of your kiss. "Your lips though... they're so goddamn pretty... I can't get enough of them..."

You chuckled once again, the sound mostly a flustered reaction instead of one of amusement, lowering his head so you could kiss him, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely.

The moment your arms wrapped around his neck, JJ practically melted, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips, his body shuddering as he leaned down to meet your kiss. His hands clutched at you, seeking out skin to touch, seeking out more of your body to claim. He let himself get lost in the feeling of your lips on his, the taste of your kiss, the way your breath mixed with his, his mind going completely blank.

You deepened the kiss almost timidly, one of your hands moving to the back of his head, tangling in the hair there lowering his head even more, the other still wrapped loosely around his neck.

JJ couldn't hold back a low gasp as he felt you deepen the kiss, your hands on his hair and neck sending shivers down his spine. He pressed himself even more firmly against you, his body nearly shaking with need, desire, want. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, as close as he could possibly get. He let out another guttural moan into the kiss, his hands trailing down your sides,

You followed suite, letting out soft and quiet moans as the kiss grew more heated, your hand still tugging at his hair, playing with it mindlessly, your legs wrapping around his middle loosely to lower him down on top of you even more, liking the weight of his body pressing you down into the bed.

JJ's whole body trembled at the feeling of your legs wrapping around him, his mind going completely blank as you pulled him down on top of you. He needed you closer, he needed more, he needed all of you. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he ducked his head down to your neck, trailing kisses and sucking light marks against the sensitive skin there, his hands roving all over your body, restless and desperate

He mumbled your name, the word coming out as a low, raspy whisper against your skin, his voice low with need and desire. His lips and tongue continued to make their way down your neck to your collarbones, leaving more marks, claiming, owning, needing. His hands still moved all over, grabbing, clutching, caressing, needing to touch more, to feel more of your soft skin under his palms.

You hummed in response when he mumbled your name, still clutching at his hair, soft gasps escaping your lips as he kept biting and kissing your neck messily, writhing your body gently under him.

JJ let out a low, guttural moan as he felt your body moving under him, the sound vibrating against your neck as he continued to mouth and kiss your skin. He could feel himself going completely insane, his head spinning as his mind focused solely on you, on the way you were responding to him, the way you were letting him mark you as his, the need to have as much of you as possible, as if you could somehow ease the burning need inside of him, as if you were the only thing that could.

"What..?" you asked breathlessly, a small huff of air escaping your lips along with soft quiet moans, your hands grabbing at his hair, shoulders or just running over his back slowly.

JJ pulled back from your neck, raising his head to look down at you, his breaths coming in short gasps, his eyes locking with yours. He took in the sight of you beneath him, your hair splayed against the pillow, your face flushed, your eyes half-lidded, your lips parted, their shape slightly smeared with the remnants of the lipstick he left on your lips when you kissed. He was pretty sure that he looked a mess but he didn't care, the only thing on his mind was the way you were letting him kiss you, the way you were letting him make you his.

He couldn't find his voice, his words caught in his throat as he stared down at you, his body shaking as he tried to regain some semblance of control. However, the more he gazed down at you, the more he felt his control slipping away, his need for you growing stronger by the second. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above yours, his voice barely a whisper "More.. I need more of you... I need all of you... please.. "

You swallowed hard, your eyes peering into his, flustered and aroused, your brows knitting up ever so slightly, "well... do you-.. do you have a condom?" you stuttered gently, whispering the words against his lips.

The question knocked any remaining air out of JJ's lungs, the sound of your whisper against his lips sending shiver down his spine. A low growl escaped him, his body trembling as his mind tried to process your words, his hands clutching at you desperately. "A condom? Uh.. yeah.. yeah, I have one... oh fuck.. I have one.."

He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing his wallet and rummaging through it. It was a struggle to pull himself away from you even for a moment, the feeling of you under him, your body so warm, so soft, the way you were letting him claim you, it was driving him insane. He pulled out a condom and held it in his hand, hesitating for a moment, trying to calm his racing heart.

He fumbled with the packaging for a second before he was able to rip it open, his hands nearly trembling too much to open the condom properly. He didn't even bother with trying to put it on himself, he just grabbed your hand and placed it in your palm, his eyes locked with yours, his body still shaking as he spoke, his voice hoarse and low "You... You put it on me... I'm too... too goddamn flustered right now..."

"Me?.." you choked out, also flustered your brows raising letting out a nervous chuckle as you gazed down at the condom in your palm.

JJ chuckled softly at your flustered expression, the sound coming out a bit shaky, his eyes raking over your face as he watched you look down at the condom in your hand. He leaned down, his face hovering just above yours, his breath warm on your face. He placed a gentle, soft kiss on your cheek, his hand gently caressing your face "Yeah, you... I can't trust myself to do it at the moment. And I'm way too worked up, I'll just mess it up.."

You fidgeted ever so slightly, growing more flustered, your left hand reaching to untie the laces of his sweatpants shakily, flitting your gaze from your hand was to his eyes.

JJ let out a shaky exhale as he felt your hands on his pants, his body trembling at your gentle touch. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, his own gaze darting back and forth between your face and the way you were untying his sweats. He tried to breathe steadily, his breaths still coming in short gasps as he spoke, his voice low and hoarse

"Y-you're really gonna have to do most of the work here.. I'm too much of a mess.."

"Okay.. that's-.. that's fine.." you replied to him, your gaze darting back down, your hand dipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling him out of his boxers gently, your other hand trembling as you rolled the condom down, your eyes darting back up to watch his reactions.

His breath grew even more ragged as he felt your hands on him, his head tilting back slightly as he let out a low, guttural moan, his body shuddering under your touch. As soon as the condom was on, his eyes opened and he looked back down at you, his breaths coming in short gasps, his mind fogged over by need and desire.

"F-fuck.. that feels.. so good... your hands on me.. oh god..."

Your breath shuddered slightly, your hand moving up and down his length hesitantly, still focused intently on his reactions and words, which were a bigger turn on than you ever thought.

JJ's eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he felt your hand on him, his hips twitching involuntarily.

"Oh fck... yes, keep.. keep doing that... oh God.... your hands.... they're so soft... so good..."

His hands fisted into the bedsheets, his breathing growing more and more ragged, his mind slowly turning to mush, the only thing he could focus on were your hands on him.

You hummed mindlessly nodding, your hand moving along his length, darting down to watch your own hand with timid awe, gnawing on your bottom lip. Not only did he sound good, but the way he was basically melting on top of you just from the feeling of your hand was arousing you beyond belief.

His eyes fixed on your face, watching you watch yourself touch him, his mind nearly snapping at the sight of it. Every time your hand moved he felt like he was losing a bit more of his sanity, his whole body shaking with need, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps between moans and groans.

"I... God... I need you so bad... I can't even... fck... I can't think straight... I just need.... I need you... need to be inside you.. please baby..."

"Yeah.. yeah, sure" you nodded frantically. You felt almost hesitant to pull your hand away from him to take off your pajama shorts, shrugging them off awkwardly and in a hurry.

JJ's whole body trembled as he watched you struggle to remove your shorts, his face turning a deeper shade of red as he realized he needed to move so you could get them off completely. He shifted slightly, getting on his knees as he tried to keep his thoughts coherent and his shaky hand steady as he helped you pull your shorts entirely.

"Sorry... I'm a mess already... I can't believe I'm this worked up just from your touch."

You chuckled, watching him actually blush, somehow becoming even more flustered yourself, now left only in your underwear, propping your self on your elbows gently, "don't worry.. it's kinda hot.." you spoke quietly smiling at him.

JJ's breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, his eyes roaming over your body, practically drinking you in. His gaze darkened as his eyes stopped at your thighs, swallowing hard as he reached a trembling hand out to gently caress them, his mind completely blank as his eyes met yours again. "You're... You're so pretty... God."

He continued to caress your thighs, his hands moving further up, his fingers gently tracing the lace of your underwear, his gaze unwavering as he looked into your eyes. "Can I... can I take these off you too? I... I need to touch you... everywhere."

"Yes.. but can i keep my t shirt on..?" you nodded. Despite dating JJ for almost a month now, you still felt kinda shy to be completely naked in front of him. Besides this was the second time sleeping together, like actually, aside from getting handsy and whatnot.

"Of course... yeah, sure... you can keep the shirt on." He smiled softly and reassuringly at you, a sense of tenderness seeping into his voice as he spoke. He didn't dislike the idea, especially since it was his shirt he got to fuck you in.

"I just... I just want to be as close to you as possible... I need... I need to have you close." He gently pulled your legs open slightly, shifting in between them.

"You don't mind right?" you asked, your brows furrowing, not sure if anticipation or mild concern, your hands reaching up to cup his face.

He chuckled lightly and leaned into your touch, shaking his head. "Of course not. I just want you to be comfortable. I don't care if you keep your shirt on, it's not gonna change how much I want you right now."

His hands moved up your thighs, slowly reaching the edge of your underwear, his thumbs caressing lightly over the lace, getting ready to pull the panties down.

His gaze was fixed on you, watching how you trembled slightly under his touch, how your lips pressed together like you were trying to hold back. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs to the waistband of your underwear, ready to slide them down. However, he paused, his eyes searching yours for permission. "You okay... if I take these off, right?"

"Yeah.. of course.. i, uh.. i want you to." you mustered up the courage to mumble the last part as you nodded, your eyes fixed on his fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear, the sight so mesmerizing in a weird way. You looked up at him, lifting your hips gently, so it was easier to slide the underwear off.

His breath caught in his throat. It was hard to tell who was more nervous, you, or him. When you lifted your hips to make it easier for him to pull them off, he had to do everything in his power to keep himself together, not to completely lose his mind at the sight of you underneath him, at the look in your eyes, at how open and vulnerable you were being with him, letting him see you like this. "You're... you're so beautiful..." he almost whined out.

His voice was low and a little shaky, his hands moving down to caress your thighs again once he has taken your underwear off. His gaze darted between your eyes and the space between your legs, his breaths coming in short gasps as he tried to keep his composure.

"I... I just... I need you so bad right now... It's like I'm completely losing my mind with how beautiful you are and how badly I need to be inside you."

You inhaled a shaky breath, feeling a little exposed once the panties were completely off, but mostly aroused from how he was speaking to you. His words although a little lewd, they were kind of tender, like his usual way of talking to you, of course. It was strangely pleasant how that also mirrored to when he was horny and needy. You pressed your lips together, looking up at him in anticipation and nervousness, your face probably flushed given how warm it felt.

As you looked up at him, and saw the expression on your face - nervous, a little flustered, but also filled with want and need... he was done for. He leaned down, pressing his body against yours, his lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck just below your ear, his voice a low, rough whisper against your skin. "It's okay... I got you. I'm gonna take care of you. I'll go slow, alright?"

"Yeah.. sorry.. i don't even know why I'm nervous.. you're my boyfriend after all.." you chuckled awkwardly and breathlessly, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely as he positioned himself between your legs, the action causing him to brush against you gently, earning a shudder of pleasure from your body.

"Hey... don't worry about it. I'm nervous too, actually.. I don't know why, this isn't the first time we've done this, but... it just feels different this time. I just can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are.. how good it's gonna feel... I don't wanna mess this up, you know.. I don't wanna hurt you or anything.."

He gently caressed your hip, his lips leaving a soft trail of kisses down your neck, his breath warm and ragged against your skin.

"You're nervous too?" you asked in slight disbelief. The idea seemed a bit funny, given how confident he usually was, or how many times he did this in the past with other girls.

He smiled against your skin, his breath warm against you as he spoke. It was a bit funny, yes, to think of him in this situation, being nervous when he's always so confident. He wasn't used to that... except when it came to you. Something about you made him nervous, sometimes.

"Mhm... I am."

He left another soft kiss on your skin.

"I care about you so much.. I wanna make you feel good... be good to you.."

"That's so sweet.. i care about you too.." you giggled quietly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed your neck.

He hummed at your touch, his body shivering slightly at the feel of your fingers threading through his hair. He had to suppress a groan, his body already sensitive to your touch. Even the slightest graze of your fingers sent a shiver down his spine, his breaths coming in a little ragged as he spoke, his voice a little huskier than usual. "God... even the way you touch me... it turns me on so much..."

He nipped gently at the sensitive skin of your neck, his lips making their way down to your collarbone, his hands roaming over the curves of your body, his breaths growing quicker and more labored, as he continued to take in the feel of your body under him, the taste of your skin on his lips.

"You're so soft... all the right places... all I wanna do is just... just touch you all over..."

You let out small shaky moans as he nipped gently at your neck, the feeling causing your breath to catch in your throat and your skin to erupt in goosebumps wherever he touched or kissed.

He hummed against your skin, reveling in the sounds you made, feeling a sense of pride at making you shiver and moan. Your reactions set his blood aflame, his body growing hotter and hotter as he continued to explore your body with his lips and hands, his breath warm against your skin as he murmured against you.

"You like that, hm? You like the way I touch you... the way I make you feel... I love how responsive you are... it drives me wild..."

"Mhm.. i love it.." you hummed, nodding, your head tilting back against the pillow, your hands roaming through his hair, nails scraping at his scalp gently.

JJ groaned softly as your hands carded through his hair, the feeling of your nails scraping his scalp sending a shiver down his spine, straight to his core. It was an overwhelming sensation, your touch, the sounds you were making, the sight of you beneath him, completely open and vulnerable, letting him see you like this. A deep desire to bring you pleasure, to make this good for you washed over him, and he was determined to make you feel nothing but ecstasy. "Want to try something new...?

"Hmm?" you hummed once again in response, your eyes fluttering open to lock with his.

He held your gaze, his eyes dark and filled with desire. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, all flushed and breathless and beautiful, lying beneath him. He had to take a moment to compose himself, to push away the overwhelming need to devour you whole, and focus on how he was gonna make sure you felt good. Eventually, he spoke again, his voice low and rough. "Turn around... get on your hands and knees for me, baby..."

You complied, given how turned on you were, the feeling overruling your shyness. Your arms unwrapped from his neck and propped yourself from laying on your back, turning around and getting on your hands and knees timidly, arching your back a little, "Good..?" you asked quietly. Although you were aroused, you still felt a little exposed, vulnerable. But all of that just melted away when you saw the look on his face, when he licked his lips and the kiss marks still littering his skin.

He inhaled a shaky breath as he watched you get into the position he asked for, his eyes growing even darker with desire. The arch of your back, the way you looked over your shoulder at him, you were just so goddamn beautiful. He took in the view of you, completely bare and open for him, before he spoke again, his voice barely above a low murmur.

"God... yeah.. so good, baby..."

He gently placed his hands on your hips, his grip firm but still gentle, his touch warm through you. He shifted closer to you, his body pressed against yours from behind, his breath warm against your ear as he reached around to cup your breast in his free hand, his other hand keeping a tight grip on your hip, holding you in place against him. "You're so beautiful like this... all bent over for me, waiting for me to touch you.."

"I don't look silly right?" you asked, chuckling breathlessly, supporting your weight on your hands.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips at your question. He loved how sometimes you'd get shy and insecure, even when you were a complete mess in his arms. He found it cute, but also a little frustrating because he just wanted you to understand and believe how beautiful and perfect you were.

He pressed a kiss on the skin just below your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he answered your question.

"No, baby... you look... amazing. Incredible. Goddamn perfect."

He continued to caress your skin, his hands roaming over your curves as he spoke, his voice low and rough.

"And you feel... amazing... so soft and smooth, just perfect for me, yeah...?" He pressed his lips against the back of your neck, his tongue tracing a path down to your shoulder, leaving a light trail of kisses and gentle bites.

"Yeah.." you answered weakly, nodding at his words, your body growing tight with anticipation.

He hummed against your skin, feeling the way your body tensed under his touch. He wanted to make you feel good, and he loved seeing the effect he had on you, how your body responded to his touches and kisses.

"That's my girl... god, I love how you react to me... you're so responsive..."

He continued to kiss and bite at your skin, his hands slowly moving to caress your hips, his body pressing more firmly against you from behind.

As his hands and lips continued to graze over your skin, his body pressed more firmly against yours, you could feel his growing excitement, as he grew harder and harder against you, his breaths ragged and shallow. He wanted you desperately, his need for you consuming him, but he was also focused on making sure you felt good, that he was gentle and careful with you.

"You okay, baby...?" his low, lust-filled voice whispered in your ear, his mouth still pressing kisses and soft bites on the back of your neck.

"Mhm... I'm okay.. you can-.. you can you know..." you hummed, your back arching a little more, to shy to actually say it outright that you were ready for him to be inside you now, maybe a little needy yourself too.

He took in a shaky breath as you arched your back a little more, the feeling of your body against his enough to drive him over the edge. He wanted to be inside you so damn bad, but he was also happy that you were able to express what you wanted, even if you were a little shy to say it. He leaned into your ear, his voice deep and ragged as he responded. "Yeah... I can do that, baby..."

He pulled back slightly, his hands moving to caress your hips, his thumbs tracing over your skin gently. He positioned himself behind you, one hand on your hip, the other guiding himself towards you from behind, his breaths coming in short gasps, his body tense with need and anticipation as he felt the tip of his cock brush against your slick folds. "You ready, baby...?"

"Yes I'm ready.." you almost whined, nodding as you felt him brush against you even so slightly.

Hearing your whine and seeing you nod, seeing how you were aching for him, he couldn't hold back anymore. He let out a guttural noise, almost a growl, as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

"Fuuuck.." he cussed under his breath at the feeling of finally being inside you, other words he had getting lost in his throat as he slid in so easily. You were just as turned on as he was, maybe even more and that made him insane with want.

Your head fell forward slightly at the feeling, a quiet moan escaping your lips from the back of your throat, your eyes fluttering closed for a second.

He let out another, breathless gasp as he slowly pushed all the way to the hilt causing his breathing to stutter and his heart almost stop from anticipation.

He paused for a moment, taking in the feel of you completely around him, the feel of your body against his. It was so goddamn intense, you just felt so damn perfect around him, he could've lost it right then and there.

"God, baby... this feels so good... you feel so good.."

You mewled gently, your breath quickening more than it already was. You dug your knees into the mattress, arching your body a little to adjust the position better while he paused, adjusting to the feeling of him. You spared him a glance over your shoulder, blowing some of the unruly strands of hair that blocked your vision a little. Your eyes roamed over his face, still stained with your lipstick and a look of pure need in his eyes and you were sure you could've passed out.

Seeing you glance back at him over your shoulder, that messy hair framing your face, your lips slightly parted as you panted, it was such a beautiful sight, he almost felt his knees buckle.

He took in another short gasp, his hands gripping tighter on your hips, anchoring himself to you as he braced himself. "You can't even know how beautiful you look right now, baby.... god damn..."

He pushed a few strands of hair back with a trembling hand, his eyes studying your face, the way your lips parted slightly to breathe, the flush on your skin, the way your eyes were half-lidded as you looked back at him.

He couldn't resist any longer, he had to see more, get more of you. The thought of moving, pushing himself deeper inside you, almost made him lightheaded. He had to bite back another growl, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. "Can I... move, baby...?"

The question hung in the air for a few moments as you adjusted fully, your head hanging low as you took steady breaths, "yeah you can move.." you mumbled quietly, surprised you could even speak given how shaky your breath was and how fuzzy your head felt already/

He nodded wordlessly at your confirmation, his hands gripping tighter on your hips as he slowly, carefully started to move, pulling himself out slightly before pushing back in, his breath leaving him in a heavy sigh.

He set a steady pace, the feeling of you around him almost too much to bear. He couldn't help the soft grunts and curses that escaped his lips every time he thrust into you, the pleasure he was experiencing was overwhelming, but he wanted more, he wanted to feel more of you, give you more pleasure. "You feel so good, baby... you don't even know.."

The position was making it feel much better, your eyes fluttered shut as you let out small choked moans every time his hips pushed forward. His palm was splayed out on your lower stomach gently, the other hand holding your hip and guiding it slowly and steadily, letting your body arch into his hands as you moved, your hands planted into the pillows for support.

He loved seeing you like this, moving into his touch, your body completely open and pliant for him. It was a sight he hoped to engrain into his memory forever, to take with him when he's alone at night, or just simply to revisit in the middle of conversations when he was bored.

Your sounds and the way you moved, the way your body arched into his touch, it was like you were made just for him, just for him to please and fill and touch. It was driving him wild, almost making him dizzy with desire, with need.

"God, baby.. you're so beautiful.. I can't get enough of you.."

Your hands were a little shaky to support your self, bending down a little and arching your back so you could support yourself on your forearms, your head burying into the pillow, your moans coming out a little muffled now.

Seeing you adjust your position, arching further down like that, your head burying into the pillows, the soft moans and whimpers you were making, it was almost too much for him to take. He had to bite back another low growl, the sight of you like that making him a little too lightheaded for his liking. "That's it, baby.. you let me know just how good I'm making you feel.."

"Feels good.." you lifted your head to mutter meekly, lips parted a little as you panted slowly, "can you go a little harder..?" you asked, the words melting into a small whimper.

"Harder?" he repeated, his voice hoarse and low. The sound of your little whimper and the thought of being even rougher with you, it was almost enough to send him over the edge on its own. He bit back a moan, his hand on your hip gripping tighter.

"You want it harder, baby? You want me to be a little rougher with you..?"

He leaned down, his chest pressed against your back, his mouth next to your ear, his hand moving to the front of your body, gently caressing your skin from waist to chest, all the way up to your face, moving a few strands of your hair out of the way. "Yeah? You want me to take you like that, baby...?"

"Mhm.." you hummed weakly, a small nod following the sound while your brows furrowed up in pleasure.. You didn't know how, or why you agreed, especially since this was the second time sleeping with him since you started dating. You wanted to get over your shyness, at least in the bedroom with JJ.

He chuckled low in his throat at your shy but eager agreement. Taking your hair in his hand, he pulled it back gently, but firm enough so your head was lifted from the pillows, looking up from the pillow. "That's my good girl, always so eager to please me, to take what I give you..."

He straightened himself back up, his eyes falling to your back, arching up against him, your face turned up towards him, your eyes glazed with pleasure. He almost got lost in the sight of you, completely vulnerable and open for him. "God, you look so sexy like this... all mine..."

He let your hair go, his hand moving back to your hips, gripping you tightly. He set a harder, faster pace, taking you just like you asked for, watching the way you moved against him, your head falling back down as he hit deeper inside you with each thrust.

"You like that..?"

His praise and compliments along with the slightly faster pace and the feeling of him hitting deeper inside you caused you to bury your face into the pillow, your stomach almost laying flat on the bed as your body arched up even further, which was surprising given you weren't this flexible usually, "love it.. " you muttered weakly, your brain fogging up to the point of not being sure if you said the words out loud or just thought them.

He let out another guttural noise, almost a growl, the sound escaping him from the back of his throat with each of, his thrusts becoming rougher, more primal as his own control slowly started to unravel.

"You look so perfect like this.. taking me so deep inside you... that's my girl.."

He could feel you arching further and further back towards him, almost lying flat against the bed, taking him even deeper, he didn't even know how it was possible. He let his hand wander over your body, tracing over your skin, caressing you gently, before resting firmly on your back, keeping you anchored against him. "You have no idea how perfect you look..." he repeated, the word 'perfect' ringing in his mind every time he gazed down at you. Your face, your sounds muffled by the pillow, his shirt still on you. All of it was making JJ see stars, even before he got to finish.

Your mouth parted open slightly, still propped shakily on your forearms, turning your head to the side a little so your face wasn't fully buried into the pillow, your soft whimpers and moans a little louder and sweeter. You knew that tomorrow you were probably gonna have one hell of a back pain, given how you were arching mindlessly like a cat. You wanted to speak or say something anything, but your brain was too fuzzy to say anything, his lewd praises echoing in your mind.

He didn't know what was better, the sight of you completely open and vulnerable for him, or the sounds that you were making. You were moaning and whimpering so sweetly, taking him so well, arching back against him, he could practically feel the way you were completely losing yourself to him. It was a sight that he knew he'd never forget, he'd be thinking about this moment often, he knew it. "You're taking me so well.."

That specific praise made you mewl gently, the sound of it so low and shaky as you could hear how lost in pleasure he was too, his southern drawl more proeminent as it went on almost making you go entirely numb. Or maybe that was because your were still arched, your lower stomach grazing the bed beneath you with every thrust, face scrunched up in pleasure, sliding your forearms under the pillow a little to support yourself better.

He looked down, admiring the sight of you practically molding into the shape of the bed, your back arched up for him so perfectly, taking him so well, he couldn't resist the urge to let his hand slide under your shirt, over the arch of your back, feeling your skin beneath his fingers, your body beneath his hands. It was heaven, almost. "God, you're so damn hot like this. arching up like that, taking me so deep inside of you.."

His words made your head swim, the low drawl of his voice, the way he was touching you, his hand moving over your body with the lightest touch, it was almost too much for you to bear. You whimpered again, arching your back up a little higher, your head dropping back down into the pillows.

"That's it, baby, arch up for me.."

If someone were to come into your room, your parents per se and see you like this, arching up like a damn cat with your boyfriend talking to you so... you didn't even have the words to describe the way he was talking to you, he was dirty but in a nice southern way. Your parents would flip, or die from shock, their sweet, timid and quiet daughter getting bent into the mattress by her boyfriend. a sight that would probably make a nun faint.

His hand was splayed across your lower stomach again, as if to feel himself inside of you while he thrusted, your whimpers and moans increasing just a little as you lifted your head a tad bit, one of your hands sliding from the pillow to brush off some hair that was sticking to your face, glancing back at him over your shoulder for a brief moment.

He smiled a little when you looked back at him, but it didn't last long, it was immediately replaced with a grunt, a gasp. That view of you glancing back at him over your shoulder, your back arching for him, it took his breath away, it made his mind go fuzzy, almost completely blank, the only thoughts left being about how perfect you looked, about how damn good you felt, spasming and fluttering around his cock. "That's my good girl.. arching so well for me..."

He let his hand slid up your back with the lightest touch, until it was in your hair, grabbing a tight handful of locks, guiding your head back up a little more, so that you were looking straight ahead, but not too much to cause you any pain.

"Mmm.. there you go.. that's it..."

Your mouth fell open slightly, your jaw a bit slack as you propped yourself on your forearms more firmly, shifting your hips side to side for a brief moment. Your moans were coming out in strings, almost dying out in your throat mindlessly. You weren't screaming or being obnoxiously loud but still this was a notch higher than your usual shy ones.

He took in your every sound, your every movement, wanting to commit it all to memory. You sounded so good, this more intense response was like a drug to him, he couldn't get enough of it, he had to hear it more. He began moving a little faster, his breath coming in short gasps, his hands gripping your hips "Yeah... yeah, that's my girl.."

He didn't even know what he was saying anymore, the words just tumbled out, all he knew was that you were making him feel incredible, and he wanted to make you feel just as good. He let his hands slide back up to your hair, gripping it tight, pulling your head back, forcing your back to arch up even further for him. "You keep arching like this and I won't last long, baby..."

"Close... 'm close.." you mewled gently, managing to speak just a little to let him know you were gonna finish. It was about damn time, you would be almost shocked if your brain wasn't so mushy from the pleasure, having lasted so long given how good you felt.

He was glad that you spoke up and told him, because he wasn't sure how much longer he would last with you like that, arched up so perfectly, taking him so eagerly. When he heard you say that though, his already fuzzy mind practically went blank, the only thing he could think of was bringing you to the edge.

"Yeah?" he breathed, his pace increasing, his fingers tightening in your hair, his thrusts becoming harder, faster.

"Mhm.." you wanted to hum in response but the hum melted into a sweet moan when your climax washed over you after a few more thrusts, your head slumping down onto the pillow as your body shook gently, thighs tensing and knees almost giving out. But you kept planted, still arching up almost if unconsciously waiting for him.

Seeing you come completely undone like that, it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever witnessed. Feeling you tighten around him, hearing the sounds you were making, he came a short while later, riding out the waves of pleasure that came with it, his grip on your hips tightening further, probably hard enough to leave a bruise. He panted, his breaths heavy, holding himself up on one arm as he leaned down over you, his body feeling weak, completely spent.

He didn't move for a few moments, just stayed there, above you, catching his breath as he came down from the high. He looked down at you, still in awe at how perfect you looked, how good you were. Finally, he slowly, gently pulled out of you, his hands going to give your hips a proud squeeze.

You let out a sigh as pulled out of you, your breathing still sputtery as you laid completely on your stomach, one of your hands reaching to brush some hair from your forehead, a sheer layer of sweat covering it, along with your back, given how your t shirt was sticking to it.

He sat back, looking down at you, a small satisfied smile on his face as he took in the sight of you. Your hair sticking to your face, the shirt clinging to your back, your legs slightly trembling from the aftermath, you looked completely wrecked and it was all his doing.

"You alright, baby?" he asked, gently running a hand over your back

"...Yeah" you replied hoarsely, turning to lay on your back, propping yourself on your elbows despite feeling completely spent. God, he looked so smug, and the sight alone would've probably gotten you pregnant. His face was still covered in faint marks or lipstick and it was the hottest sight you'd seen.

He chuckled at your hoarse answer, his hand still resting on your back, gently stroking you, feeling your body underneath his hand. "I didn't wear you out too much, did I?" he teased gently

You let out a small huff of air, the sound meant to be a chuckle, gazing up at him. You were rendered speechless, even more than how you'd be usually when you'd get shy and clam up flustered. Your back felt a little sore, along with your thighs but the feeling was dim, you knew you'd feel it in the morning though.

He laid down behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close, your back against his chest. He snuggled up against you, burying his face into your hair and neck, taking in your scent, feeling a strange feeling of contentment wash over him. It was a feeling he couldn't remember ever feeling before he met you. "You feel okay? Back's not too sore?" he asked, his voice soft

"Mmm... no, not right now.." you mumbled quietly, your breathing finally slowing down.

He chuckled again, holding you close, snuggled up against you, his hand gently caressing your stomach "You're gonna be sore as hell in the morning though."

"I think you broke my back.." you spoke meekly after a few moments. You took the chance to finally take your surroundings, your room coming back into focus as you gazed around mindlessly.

"Psh, you ain't broke, you're still in one piece babe." he teased, placing a quick kiss on the back of your neck

"You might not be able to move for a couple days though."

He held you closer, still snuggled up against your back, his body relaxing against you, a wave of tiredness washing over him after the whole experience "You mind if I stay here tonight?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur

"No.. of course not." you answered sweetly, letting out a soft sigh.

He smiled, burying his face in your hair, holding you a little closer as the tiredness began to overtake him. He didn't want to admit it, but cuddling with you like this, pressed against your warm, soft body, it felt nice, it felt comfortable, it felt like home, and it scared the hell out of him.

He tried to shake the feeling off, instead focusing on the moment, on the feeling of you in his arms. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, his eyes closing as he began to drift off.

"Night, babe."

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A/N: I love needy men. Also hello? the sex was so romantic and dirty at the same time, didn't mean to get so horny and emotional (jk i did.) Hope you had fun reading love you all, this could've also been a valentines special, but..

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It had started out normally.

Link and Mipha often went swimming together. It was an enjoyable pastime, good exercise for Link, and a fun relief for Mipha, who spent a fair amount of time outside the comfort of the Domain. So when the Champions were all together, Mipha had quietly asked if Link wanted to go swimming.

The Champions had come to the castle for a meeting, both to report on their progress with the Divine Beasts and for the royal family to inform them of the progress with other ancient technology, as well as updates on the situation across Hyrule. King Rhoam had overseen the meeting, but he’d let Princess Zelda speak on the ancient tech, which she was very excited about. It had been a long day, ending with Zelda wanting to show everyone the progress at the ancient tech institute near the castle.

It made the situation rather… public, but it was dusk, Link and Mipha hadn’t seen each other in several weeks, and they were both happy to just spend time together.

Neither party noticed how the other Champions giggled as the two peeled away from the group heading back to the castle.

Link still didn’t really talk much, but he didn’t have to - Mipha was more than happy to speak to him about updates in the Domain, and he’d only occasionally pipe in with a smile. The full moon shone brightly on the couple as relaxed in the calm waters before Mipha paused her words, watching Link and biting her lip.

Link, who had been floating happily on his back, looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. Was something wrong?

”Link, I…” Mipha trailed off nervously. “I was thinking. About… well a few things, but, really, I… I mean, what I’m trying to say is I was observing that Hylians in generally really just… well, I mean you’re an excellent swimmer, but…”

Link tilted his body so he was floating upright, giving her a bewildered look.

Mipha caught on that she was rambling in circles, and she took a calming breath. “What I mean to say is… Hylians can’t really see a lot underwater because they can’t hold their breath for very long.”

Cocking his head to the side, Link waited for his friend to get to what she was actually trying to say.

”So, I… I wanted to try something,” Mipha explained, a blush staining her white cheeks. “B-but only if you would like to! I-it’s a little, well… w-well, we’ve been seeing each other a lot, and I truly have been enjoying it but if this seems too much, then—”

Link swam over to her, smiling a little. Initially, when Mipha would get caught in these spirals, he’d thought it was because she was concerned about appearances, that she didn’t want to be associated with him in any kind of close manner. Now, he knew it was just nerves, a barrier her own mind had put up to stop her when she wanted to say something more casual than she was used to.

Honestly, it was both sad and funny how much anxiety seemed to be plague him and his friends. Daruk, Urbosa, and Revali didn’t seem to carry it the same way, but perhaps that was because they were older and more experienced. But him, Zelda, and Mipha… that was another matter.

Mipha bit her lip again and then buried her face in her hands.

”Mipha, what is it?” Link finally asked, growing a little worried. Whatever she wanted, she seemed particularly worked up about it. It couldn’t be that bad. “Are you asking if I don’t enjoy spending time with you? Because I do.”

“Wha—no! No, nothing like that at all!” Mipha hastily corrected. “I m-mean—I’m—I’m glad you—wait, you truly do enjoy it?”

Link laughed. Goddesses, he loved her. He wished he could just say that. But that seemed to be going too far. “I do.”

Mipha lowered her hands, mouth slowly closing, blush returning but far gentler. Her eyes told a strange story, soft and worried but simultaneously reassured and hopeful. Then she finally sighed. “I… this is very forward, and I’m honestly a little embarrassed to ask, but… if you… if you truly do enjoy our time together, then… well… I had an idea.”

Link nodded, eyebrows rising to prompt her. Yes, this was how her spiral had started. Did he need to prompt her some other way?

“Hylians can’t breathe underwater,” Mipha said slowly, eyes looking pointedly at the water and not at him. “I wanted to… give you a chance to breathe like a Zora.”

Link immediately perked up, interested. “How? That sounds amazing!”

Mipha closed her eyes, seeming to steel herself, and she mumbled, “I w-would breathe for you.”

Link blinked. Blinked again. Breathe for him…? How would…

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

“B-but it was just a silly idea!” Mipha insisted, frantic once more.

Link swallowed, swimming a little closer, feeling his own cheeks warm. “I… want to try it.”

For a moment, there was stillness and silence, shock from Mipha and shyness from Link. But he supposed he’d been shy enough times - Mipha had taken the lead in their blossoming relationship, after he’d decided to start visiting the Domain again, and he figured it was a bout time he stepped up.

Leaning forward, he could feel her breath on his face. For one more second they both hesitated, but then Link leaned in, his lips meeting hers.

Link had never kissed anyone before, so he honestly didn’t know what to expect. What he did know was he wanted to do it, and as his nose nuzzled against her cheek, as she moved close enough to press herself against him, his entire body felt like it had been hit by a shock arrow.

The kiss was brief, and the two were speechless as they pulled apart for a moment. Then, Mipha quietly asked, “Shall we see if it worked?”

Link nodded, far beyond words, and dove down with her.

At first, he just watched her. Mipha was graceful in battle, and tried to be so outside of it as well, but her movements on land were small, cute for lack of a better word. Underwater, though, she was beautiful, body moving as if she were flying with ease, completely unperturbed by the weight of the world around her.

Link focused on her a little too long, watching how the fabric of her sash moved, silhouetting her lithe body. He realized too late that he’d held his breath too long, and instinctively, he inhaled a small, startling amount.

And was fine.

Hesitantly, Link hiccuped in a little, and found that no water filled his lungs. Or if it did, he couldn’t tell? He was breathing. He was breathing underwater.

Mipha smiled, and Link laughed, and the two swam circles around each other, diving deeper and deeper into the lake. Link felt his chest start to burn a little, eyes widening in concern as he glanced up, but Mipha swam back over. She didn’t need an invitation this time, concerned that he needed air, and pulled his face to hers.

After the initial panic, Link wrapped his arms around her neck, enjoying the warmth of her body against his. Mipha watched him a moment, and then held up a finger, asking him to wait, before speeding up to the surface. It gave Link a moment to glance around, and he marveled at the moonlight cascading into the depths.

When Mipha returned, her sash and jewelry were gone. She said, “I didn't want the jewelry to get caught in your hair! And, well, no clothes is preferable for swimming this deep.”

Link raised an eyebrow. Mipha blustered, “Wh—I mean for Zora, of course, you should definitely keep your—I mean—”

Link laughed, feeling himself blush as well. Honestly, he did want to explore down here. But not right now.

Right now he just wanted to look at her.

With the moonlight creating a glow close to the luminous stones of the Domain, Mipha looked nearly divine, and no amount of borrowed air could replenish his breath.

“Well, let’s look around,” Mipha insisted shyly, and Link followed her everywhere she went.

This became a new habit of theirs, exploration of places a Hylian had never seen, hidden away in coves where no eyes could perceive them.

And, two years later, long after Calamity Ganon had been defeated, the two swam together in the Domain. The water was surprisingly warm on that summer night, and the bathed the two in light, like Hylia herself was holding them in her hands.

Link looked at his newlywed wife with adoration, so utterly happy to have finally reached this point with her. Mipha wrapped her arms around him, watching him in the same manner, and Link’s hand reached up to stroke the back of her head and pull her to him. Kissing was nothing new to the pair at this point, but it held a different flavor to it tonight, slow and deep and filled with longing, a climax to a long awaited night.

Husband and wife exchanged breath and life together, and their world couldn’t be any fuller.

I’m being very normal about them tonight

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Hunter: You really do not want to make me angry.

Bad Guy: Oh, really?

Crosshair: Really. Believe me, you don't.

Wrecker: Please just surrender or let one of us punch you before you meet somebody you don't want to.

Tech: Someone who usually leaves a trail of blood we do not have the time to clean up right now. Also, I am out of rabies shots.

Bad Guy: You...You'd have to give me a rabies shot?

Tech: Of course not. You'll be dead -- the rabies shot is for Hunter.

Wrecker: We thought he got it one time from biting a Weequay.

Bad Guy: What?!

Crosshair: Turns out, he was just foaming at the mouth because the Weequay tasted so bad.

Bad Guy:

Crosshair: So can you please just fall down or something? We can only hold him back for so long.

In the four episodes we got of the Batcher in TCW, we see Hunter growl and grunt at people (primarily Rex for some reason) as a kind of attempt at communication, he SNIFFS DIRT to track things, and he honestly kind of goes crazy with his knives in the fight scenes. I think this confirms or at least indicates that in his young gun, wild thing, commando TCW era Hunter was feral, or at least semi-feral.

What I'm saying is that I love feral Hunter. And if I must write the feral Hunter content I want, so be it -- but you cannot convince me this man did not go absolutely batcrap insane on a few bad guys early on in his deployment. I'm sure Cody had to preface a few conversations with "Hey, I know I recommended these guys but...just keep an eye on the shaggy one, y'know? No sudden movements or blinking red lights or...you know what, treat him like a pissed off Cane Corso while you're in combat. If you're on downtime, treat him like a not pissed Cane Corso, and make sure his handlers give permission before you try to be friends."

Rex doesn't get this memo because Cody thought it would be funny to let him figure it out on his own, which takes about five days and a few near-death experiences.

When Echo joins the Batch he figured it out in about two hours because someone said something mean about his prosthetics. The next thing he knew, Tech and Wrecker were appealing to Hunter's better nature and Crosshair was reminding the sergeant not to use his teeth as a murder weapon this time because "That's what knives are for."

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As Long As You're There

A/N: AHHHHHHHH This is SO intimidating. My first ever fic posted. I don't feel like it's my best work, but if I don't post this now, I'm going to chicken out, and never write anything ever again. I hope you don't hate it, since I refuse to have my first piece beta read for fear of chickening out from that, too. So... no beta, we die like Jason. Feedback appreciated, but please be nice, LOL. I'm sensitive and very new to this. Love you all! - Hy

Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, not beta read, tenses might jump around (i got nervy), generally nervous author, was supposed to be angst/fluff but I honestly don't know how to describe this one, folks

Synopsis: Eddie is sure Chrissy Cunningham is the girl for him. What happens when he is shown she's not?

It is undeniable. Eddie Munson thinks he likes Chrissy Cunningham - especially after that drug deal before the championship game back in high school. He doesn't really, though. Deep down, what it really boils down to is that he craves to be known and liked by the people who torment him. He sees kindness in her, and thinks that maybe - just maybe - if Chrissy can see past the flaws, even a girl like her could come to have feelings for a guy like him. After all, he's always been funny, charming, and larger-than-life. Sure, he talks a lot, he goes on emotional rants, and always has something to tease his friends about. And okay, maybe he's a little bossy. But at the end of the day, he's just a guy with a lot of affection to give and not enough friends to give it to. He tries, he does, to keep his temper tamed and attitude in check, but it's hard for someone with a past like his. He's a little angry at everything. He wants to get out of Hawkins, sure. But most of all, he just wishes he could feel normal. He likes being different, likes being who he is. But he doesn't like what comes with it. The jeering, the nasty looks, the fear - it's all so stupid. Because despite all of his attitude and temper and hardened look, Eddie Munson is a complete dork with a heart of gold. After all, the jocks and preps don't have a care in the world to take those who look like they've got no one and give them a place and a group to be a part of. No, only Eddie does that. He's done it since he was young, and even now, in his mid-twenties and having completed his Associate's degree to make his old man proud (the one who cared for him, not the one who left him), he still finds himself constantly looking out for people who may need a group. All the while, he keeps one eye open in search of Chrissy Cunningham - the girl who went off to college, got her fancy Bachelor's degree, and then, for some reason entirely unknown to Eddie, returned to her hometown to teach at the very same high school they'd both graduated from.

Eddie, meanwhile, had been stuck working at the auto shop since he'd graduated. Wayne had sat him down and insisted he needed to find real work, lest he get arrested for his extracurricular activities. The conversation, of course, had been prompted by Wayne finding a stash of pills his nephew had hidden (and then forgotten) in the bread box. He hadn't been happy, and had told Eddie he would not be going down for 'having them damn pills in my home.' Eddie had been a little embarrassed, but agreed to get a real job- so he'd chosen the shop. Luckily for him, it was in a perfect spot. It was on the street Chrissy Cunningham passed every morning on her drive to school, and every afternoon on her drive home. In the spring through the fall, she even walked most days - which gave Eddie the chance to say hello. He always tried to be as grease-free as he could, but some stains really just stuck, and he had a habit of wiping his face after changing the oil in his customers' cars... it didn't go well for him in the looks department. 

What Chrissy thought of it, no one was the wiser. None of Eddie's friends really interacted with her. Half the kids were still off to college, Dustin being the furthest and at an Ivy League, so no one could spy or find information. Sure, El was still around, choosing to go to the local college with Max, but they definitely didn't speak to Chrissy. Mike, Will, and Lucas had their own college woes. And Steve and Robin... well, they'd gotten through community college too, eventually, but they stayed within their comfort zone. They didn't make new friends, and they certainly didn't hang out with the likes of Chrissy Cunningham. Nancy and Jonathan had done what they'd always said they'd do - they took the settlement money from the government and went to NYU together, staying in New York City to work at the Times, as journalist and photographer, respectively.

All of these things meant that Eddie was on his own. Except, of course, for his best friend. One of the craziest things about community college to him was that he met people from other towns. Imagine his shock when he met a girl there from a small town not 45 minutes away from Hawkins, studying music history for fun. He was a lover of music, sure, but he was taking the class for the sake of his liberal arts degree. This girl? She was finishing her Bachelor's at the local university and taking courses for fun at the local college. He'd found her fascinating, to say the least. It helped that she was, like him, a little different from the rest. They had similar (though not quite identical) music tastes, and fashion that made their conservative towns uncomfortable. It sparked an instant bond. He'd invited this girl out to Hawkins once, and they'd never looked back. They'd become inseparable. She'd moved out to Hawkins, somehow a nicer town than her own, especially as its commerce grew, and helped Eddie out of his slump. When Wayne had given him that talk, it was Eddie's new best friend who'd helped him nail the interview at the auto shop. It was she who helped him find his new apartment (conveniently a 5 minute walk away from her own), and it was she who listened as he gushed about good ol' Chrissy Cunningham.

So here you were, once again seated at the register at your job, listening to Eddie go on about Chrissy's outfit that day on her walk home from teaching at the school. Did it bother you? Absolutely not. There was no reason for it to bother you. He was just a friend. Your best friend. But... then why did your stomach sink whenever he brought her up? Why did your chest feel tight? Why did it feel hard to smile when he laughed about how cute she was when she'd dropped her purse, or whatever book she was carrying? Why did you-

The ringing of the bell above the door pulled you out of your spiral, if for but a moment. You looked up, never more grateful in your life than to see the likes of Steve Harrington, who'd been introduced to you early on in your friendship with Eddie. He was a good friend of yours now, and often came to visit you at work, as with the others who’d stayed behind, when they had the time. Often, he wanted to talk about the latest gossip to someone who wasn't Robin (after all, he couldn't very well tell Robin half of the things he experienced, because she was usually there to experience it with him). He gave Eddie a good, friendly slap on the back as he approached the counter, leaning his forearms on the counter and leaning forward to greet you. Eddie made a face, annoyed at having been interrupted, but not annoyed enough to voice it.

"Hiya, Stevie," you greeted him with a smile, eyes communicating your relief at his arrival.

"Hey!” He responded brightly, but your relief was short-lived, as Steve took this opportunity to smile suspiciously sweetly at you, "so, any chance you want to take my shift later?"

Your eyes narrowed at him, "so that's why you're here? To ask for a favor? Even though you still owe me for the last shift I covered?" He had the decency to look at least a little apologetic about that, and nodded.

"I swear I'll pay you back for both. But... remember that girl who's been coming in every week to see me? I ran into her today while getting lunch, and she actually agreed to a date tonight. I swear, I'll more than make it up to you if you just please help me out today. I'll beg, do you want me to beg?"

You put your hands up in surrender, "woah, okay. No need to tarnish your dignity like that. I'm good, I'll stay. It's not like I have plans anyway, so one of us might as well get a date. God knows we could both use the romantic luck," you rest your chin on your hand with a huff, and he thanks you about seven times before running back out, leaving just you and Eddie once again (and, well, the three customers browsing the aisles of the store).

"So..." Eddie started, trying to keep the conversation from awkwardness. "No luck on the dating front, then?"

You couldn't help but to shoot him a dirty look, before you rolled your eyes and sighed. "No. There's no- anyone in this damn town. No one interested, and no one interesting. Maybe I need to expand my horizons and take a road trip out to Indie," you huffed. Eddie shrugged, turning to lean his back on the counter as he continued chatting with you, picking at his nails all the while.

"I think I might ask Chrissy to go out tomorrow night. Think she'll say yes?" For some reason, the fact that your misery led to him talking about his hopeful date sparked anger in you, but you didn't let it show. Did you think Chrissy would go out with him? Maybe. She was so sweet, you didn't think she had any reason to say no. She'd give him a shot, at least. But that was the trouble, wasn't it? If she gave him a shot, she'd see how wonderful he was. And then, maybe, you'd lose him for good. Was that something you were cool with? It wasn't like you were together. It wasn't like he'd ever looked at you the way he looks at her. It wasn't like you were in love with him... was it? 

That realization had you smacking your forehead lightly against the countertop behind the register, and Eddie turned around to look at you with a puzzled expression. "You good over there?"

You just managed a frustrated groan and the excuse, "just commiserating that everyone else has successful romantic lives and I'm stuck behind this register. Of course she'll say yes, she's too sweet to reject you, and you're awesome. Anyone who doesn't see my best friend's potential as a boyfriend is stupid and also rude." You finally looked up at him with what you hoped was a convincing smile. He couldn't help his own grin at that, feeling proud.

"It's totally settled, then. I'm going to ask her. What do you think she'll say to going to the new diner that opened up where Benny's old place was?" He asked, and you had to plaster on that fake smile again.

"Eddie, as long as you're there, she'll have a great time. Trust me." At least, it was true for you. If Eddie was present, you knew you’d have a great time. At least, most of the time. When he gushed about Chrissy, you had… less of a good time. But your compliment seemed to work, because he lit up like a christmas tree. 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he gave you a beaming sort of smile, leaning over the counter to kiss your cheek. “I think I’m gonna go see if I can catch her on her lunch break. I’ll call you if it goes well!” He turned tail and ran, clearly excited. Luckily, he was gone so fast that he missed the way you deflated entirely. 

You were happy for him, and would continue to be if he managed to date Chrissy. But it didn’t change that you’d be jealous of her. A relationship - especially with Eddie - was time-consuming and all-encompassing. He would spend his free time with her, and you’d be left behind. It was natural, after all. What girl would want her boyfriend hanging out with another girl one on one? The thoughts plagued you, until a customer called into the shop asking about whether a certain book was in stock or not. After that, your day managed to go by a little quicker. 

You didn’t realize how late it had gotten until you were reading a book behind the counter and heard the bell ring as someone entered the store. Eddie slammed his hands down on the counter with a big grin, “guess what?” You peered up at him over your book and your heart sank, but you kept your expression clear for him.

“Hm… you’re a huge nerd?” You joked, and he made a face in response. 

“She said yes! She’s actually going on a date with me!” His eyes were bright and excited. “She said she’s cool with diner food, so… tomorrow night, I’ve got a hot date with Chrissy Cunningham. Will you help me choose what to wear?” And he just looked so hopeful, that you couldn’t possibly say no to him. So you agreed, and he sat around with you until the end of your shift. 

You wound up going back to his place that night, to help him in his search for an outfit. He even threw it in the wash so that he could smell good for his date. That night when you went to bed, you couldn’t help but to stare up at the ceiling and seethe for a few minutes, before letting sleep overtake you. Your dreams were the same as they always were - some shenanigans you got into with Eddie. Only tonight they held a different meaning, and when you woke up you were forced to reconcile with the information that was news even to you:

You were in love with your best friend. 

You went into your shift early that morning, stopping for coffee at your favorite place before starting your day at the store. You were able to distract yourself then, as Saturdays were particularly busy days for book-buyers. You hadn’t thought about your revelation since you’d had it. You had refused to acknowledge it, in fact. Eddie was your best friend. And he was going on a date with Chrissy Cunningham tonight. There was absolutely no point in thinking any more about potential feelings that may or may not exist. So you spent the day working, and maybe pouting. A couple of your friends stopped by to say hi throughout the day, but noticed your demeanor and ended up just letting you mope. 

Before his date, Eddie stopped by your job - and God, did it hurt. He looked so handsome. His curls were freshly washed and styled, his leather jacket hanging off of him like it was made for him, and his freshly washed jeans making him look more cleaned up than ever. When he opened up his jacket, he was proud to show off the button-up you’d helped him choose. ‘Dressy enough to be on a date, dressed down enough for jeans’ was what you’d told him. And his usual worn combat boots looked - almost good as new. When you asked about those, he was proud to say he’d spent his morning cleaning them with carpet cleaner and a toothbrush. Your heart ached that he’d never put that much effort in for you, not in that way. 

Before he could leave, you approached him to fix his collar and a stray curl, making sure he looked his absolute best. You refused to meet his eyes for your own sanity, and if he noticed, he didn’t comment. He just let you work your magic, and when you finally stepped back, you gave him your most convincing smile, and wished him well. “Call me if you need anything at all. I’ll be home tonight, and tomorrow morning. I want to hear all about it,” lie. “She’s going to have a great time, not a doubt in my mind,” truth. “I’ll be rooting for you,” lie. “You’re gonna do great,” truth.

He smiled proudly, and thanked you before giving you a big hug. The smell of his good cologne (only brought out for funerals and weddings) threw you for a loop, and nearly strangled you, but you managed to squeeze him back. When he ran out with a quick “love ya!” you just fell back into your seat behind the counter for the last hour of your shift. 

If you had any idea what was going on in Eddie’s head…

He’d only stopped by because he figured he should share in this exciting moment with his best friend. But something about your excitement had him feeling a little odd about the whole thing. And then you’d come up to him to help him straighten his shirt and fix his hair and you just wouldn’t look at him. He couldn’t understand why, but honestly, he was too focused on the fact that you were wearing your favorite perfume that day. He could tell you’d washed your hair that morning, too, because he caught a whiff of the shampoo you so loved. So when you didn’t look up and meet his eyes, he had to push down a weird feeling of disappointment. But he’d hugged you goodbye and you’d wished him luck, and that was that. 

Or so he’d thought. He showed up to Chrissy’s to pick her up, a cute little townhouse near the center of town, and did all the gentlemanly things he was supposed to do. He’d brought her a small bouquet of daisies, and walked her to the car and opened her door for her - it was all pretty textbook. She smiled and laughed during the drive, and it had Eddie feeling like he was already on the right track with this girl. 

Things did take a turn, though, when they actually got to talking after they’d ordered their meals. Because it would seem that Chrissy knew him better than he ever imagined she would. 

“Can I ask you a question?” She’d asked him, hands folded in front of her as she leaned close in curiosity. 

“Shoot,” he’d leaned back against the back of his seat, smiling. 

“I know you mentioned yesterday that you’ve had a crush on me for years, and I found that so sweet of you, Eddie, but… aren’t you in love with - well… you know…” She didn’t say your name, but only because it felt a little major to bring up your name if he hadn’t considered it. But he blinked at her, puzzled, and she realized she had no choice. So she finished her question with your name, which made Eddie’s eyes go comically large. 

“Sorry, what?” Was all he managed. His eyebrows slowly rose to his hairline, when she gave him a shy smile. 

“Eddie… you hear yourself when you talk about her, don’t you?” She asked, a soft giggle in her voice. “I’m flattered, I am. And I think you’re really amazing, and would love to date you. But only if I thought you actually liked me. I’m not accusing you of lying, I just don’t think you realize just how you sound.”

Eddie was not a man often brought to speechlessness, but Chrissy’s question stopped him dead in his tracks. You? That wasn’t possible. You were his best friend. Comfortably listed in the “friends” category in his brain… or were you? Chrissy, sweet Chrissy, pointed behind him to the entrance, and said “oh, I guess her shift must have ended! She’s here now with someone!”

The speed at which Eddie whipped around to look was nearly breakneck. When he saw you were, in fact, not there, he turned back to Chrissy with a blush and an embarrassed look in his eye. She just gave him that warm smile and sweet giggle, “I’m sorry, Eddie. But that’s not something someone does for just a best friend. Have you ever thought about that?”

He took a moment to rewind and think about his conversation on the drive here. Admittedly, he’d told Chrissy a lot of stories about you. He started by telling her all about how he would gush to you about his crush on her, but then devolved into just telling her about the times you’d hung out, and the fun things you’d done together. When she’d mentioned a restaurant or fun activity, he’d talk about a time you’d discussed the same with him. So, okay, maybe he talked about you a lot. And sure, he had thought about how much he preferred your perfume over Chrissy’s when he’d picked her up at her place, but that didn’t mean anything, did it?

And then he thought about how he’d felt so off when you hadn’t met his eyes when fixing his date night outfit. He’d never voice that one out loud to Chrissy, but he’d wanted you to look up at him and smile, and see how handsome he looked. He’d tried hard. The more he thought about it, the bigger hole he felt he dug himself. 

He blinked at her and groaned, burying his face in his hands in shame. “Shit. I think I’m in love with my best friend.” 

Chrissy, to her credit, took it so sweetly. She giggled and just encouraged him, telling him he should tell you and get it out in the open. Eddie, however, was so afraid. Afraid he would be wrong about the whole thing and you wouldn’t be interested in him in return. It didn’t matter, in the end, because his date (and now friend) was rather persuasive, and convinced him to do it as soon as he saw you next. And before he knew it, he was paying for their date, and driving her home. He liked being friends with Chrissy, he realized, and didn’t exactly desire any more than that. He’d always wanted her to like him, and now he knew she did - in a more important way than romance. She liked him for who he was, and wanted him to be happy. She wanted to be his friend. 

As soon as he dropped her off, she gave him a warning look and told him not to stray from his plan. It would work, and you’d be together in no time. He just thanked her and got back into his truck, driving home. His autopilot must have broken, however, because next thing he knew, he was pulling into the parking lot at your apartment. He sat there and stared at your door, the automatic light coming on and making his heart race. When he looked up, he saw the lights in your apartment were still on, signalling that you hadn’t quite gone to bed just yet. With his last hope of an excuse entirely extinguished, he got out of his car and stood at your front door for a few moments. Luckily, since you lived on the second floor, he got a minute to breathe before you saw him lingering at the door and freaked out about a stranger. So he took a chance, breathed, and did his special knock. 

You had been wallowing in self-pity all night, watching your favorite romcoms and snacking on your favorite chips and dip combo. Anything to try and forget about the realization that you were in love with Eddie. It was the worst possible timing, really. After all, he’d been hopelessly single for so long. You had to realize the day he wanted to ask his longtime crush on a date? You spent a long while beating yourself up about that, but eventually accepted your fate and tried to think about literally anything else. Hence, movies and snacks. You’d even tried to pick up a book at one point, but you realized that even that had a romantic plot, and ended up throwing it onto your bed and returning to the movies. At least romantic comedies had comedy. You’d even cried during one of your all-time favorites, which was infuriating - you could hear Eddie’s teasing voice in your head about how crying over a dumb boy was so not metal. If only he knew. So naturally, when his signature knock came from your front door, you were puzzled. 

You descended the stairs to the front door with your brows drawn together in confusion, opening the door in your pjs - soft pajama pants and a hellfire t-shirt you’d stolen from Eddie years prior. He was standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets as he stared at the apartment number next to your door. “Uh… hi? Shouldn’t you be on your date right now?” You asked, but opened the door further for him to enter. He shrugged and toed his boots off before heading up the stairs, leaving you to lock up behind him and follow - more confused than ever. “Eddie, is everything okay?”

He fell onto your couch and pulled the bowl of chips onto his lap, putting a chip in his mouth just to avoid answering the question. But you were too stubborn, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips. “Edward. What the hell?” He finally looked up at you with his big brown eyes at that, and had the decency to look a little shy. 

“‘M not in love with Chris,” he mumbled with his mouth full. You didn’t quite understand (or, you thought you didn’t) so you made a face at him, and he waited until his mouth was no longer full to repeat “I’m not in love with Chris. She’s- great. But I’m not in love with her.”

Your self-pity melted away for a moment at his ridiculousness, “Eddie, you’ve been on one date. You’re not necessarily going to fall in love over burgers, dude.” You looked at him like he was only slightly insane, which he appreciated. 

“Yeah, no, I know that,” he tugged at a strand of his hair. “I know that. I just… I am in love, y’know? Just- not with Chrissy.” And if that doesn’t confuse you even further. Your chest tightens for a moment, but he’s not making any sense, and you really just need him to stop being so cryptic. 

“Honestly, Ed, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Can you please just tell me what’s going on?” You sat next to him, facing him with your legs criss-cross. He refused to turn and face you, just setting the bowl of chips on the coffee table and staring down at his lap, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. You stared at him expectantly for a moment, and when he stayed quiet, you lightly punched his arm. “Speak, nerd.”

“Hey,” he finally pouted at you, rubbing his arm as if you’d punched him much harder. “I dunno! Chrissy had some enlightening shit to tell me. Apparently she knows me better than I thought she did. Actually, better than I know me. Which was super weird, by the way. I didn’t like feeling so exposed. But uh… She just opened my eyes. Turns out, I’ve been in love with someone for, like, a stupid long time.” When he stopped there, you almost punched him again, for leaving you on such a cliffhanger. He put his hands up in defense when he noticed. “Hey! Okay! I’m talking!”

He took a deep breath, “so, you won’t totally hate me for this, will you?” He felt he had to ask, and you made another face at him. 

“I mean, depends on who you’re in love with. If you have really bad taste, then yeah. I might,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. He gave you his most unimpressed stare and rolled his eyes, before tugging at his hair again, a nervous habit you found annoyingly cute. 

“Uh- well. You, actually,” he said simply, with a nervous, almost self-deprecating chuckle. You blinked at him for a moment. 

“I’m sorry, me? Me what?” You asked, the possibility simply not computing in your mind. 

“You. I’m in love with you. Apparently been in love with you for awhile. Just didn’t notice because my head was too far up my own ass,” he said, finally meeting your eyes again, this time looking more sincere than he had in awhile. But you were skeptical, and afraid of having your feelings hurt. 

“Eddie, where is this coming from? You’ve always had feelings for Chrissy. It was like, a fact, at this point. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and Eddie Munson has a crush on Chrissy Cunningham. You don’t like me, you never have. Not- like that,” you told him, a little insecure. He didn’t really seem to have an answer except to lean over and kiss your cheek, his own cheeks bright red. Your eyes went wide and you stared at him for a moment, fighting your own thoughts. You stared at each other, equally wide-eyed, until you finally blurted out “I’m in love with you too. And it’s so weird because I never knew I felt this way until yesterday, and I finally understood why it irked me so much when you wouldn’t shut up about Chrissy.”

The admission caught you both off guard, and neither of you really knew how to respond. Eddie let out a curse under his breath before leaning in and capturing your lips in a hasty kiss, just quick and short but enough to have both of your hearts racing. You let out a squeak, and just stared at him again, before throwing your arms around him to hug him close, enjoying the smell of his shampoo, and his good cologne. You had no idea where this would take you, or if it would last. All you knew was that as long as he was there, you’d be just fine.  As it turned out, Eddie Munson does not like Chrissy Cunningham. At least, not in the way he thought he did. He liked her as a friend, sure. But his real feelings could be found around the one person who’d been by his side since his first day of his music history class at the local community college. The girl whose nerd matched his, the girl who never needed him to be anything except what he was. A girl to whom he wasn’t too much, or not enough. Instead, he was just enough. Just loud enough, just obnoxious enough, just bossy enough, just funny enough, just clingy enough, just affectionate enough. And now that he had her for real, he would never ever let go.

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CLOSE TO YOU — THE SALESMAN

PART FOUR — NOT SPECIAL PAIRINGS: The Salesman (Gong Yoo) x Reader. WARNINGS: Mentions of kidnapping (sort of), Reader is mentioned to be a foreigner (not stated from where), not proofread, possibly OOC... A/N: Damn im writing these quickly. I’m trying to pace it well, but I think I’m failing in that department lol…but, I also plan to have no more than thirty(ish) parts/chapters.

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“Just great.”

Now you were stuck by yourself, in this mangy pink motel room with someone who played Ddakji and sent innocent people to their deaths for a living. Lovely. “So what’s your name?” You ask, ‘gently’ prodding. The recruiter chuckles. “Why don’t we play a game, and if you win, you can find out.” He smirks. You give him a small, fake smile. “And if I lose?”

“You are in debt to me.” He smiles. You laugh out loud. You couldn’t help yourself. Just who did this guy think he is? “You’re funny.” You say through a fit of giggles, the silence around you deafening. The enigmatic salesman studying you in an unnerving way. “Why don’t we play a different game?” You ask, gently cupping his face. The salesman lets out a small hum, telling you to continue.

“How about you tell me where the island is, and I don’t kill you.” You smirk. “Nice try miss.” Your smile instantly drops. “But I don’t give anything out for free.” You scream in frustration. “Why won’t you just cooperate!?” The ravenette lifts up the sleeve on his unshackled hand, revealing a watch. “It hasn’t even been five minutes since your friends left, and you’re already this worked up?”

“Listen here, asshole.” You utter lowly, lunging forward to grab his perfectly ironed, white collar. “Your ‘organization’ has probably already replaced you—so why are you still so loyal to them?” The salesman glares (the first time you’ve seen him do anything but smile), as you continue on, letting him go. “You’re pathetic.” You spit.

“And your friends? They left you here because you’re too weak to help them.” He pauses, his eyes sizing you up. “You may not be the same trash that Gi-hun once was—but you’re not much better.” He chides, his voice filled with a cunning malice.

“You’re weak.”

…

Was fighting with this moron even worth it? He knew how to exploit your feelings, didn’t he? He was doing it right now. Maybe it would be best to just leave him be and come back in the morning. Maybe then, you could start fresh, your emotions out of the way. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” You breathe out, stepping away from the bathtub. You turn towards the stained glass door, before he called out to you one last time.

“Before you go, miss, I’ll have you admit one thing.” You didn’t bother to turn, your hand still placed firmly on the cool metal handle. “You’re just like everyone else. You’re not special.” You quickly open the glass door, stepping outside—before slamming it harshly, the pressure enough to slightly crack the glass. Good thing Gi-hun owned the motel. He wouldn’t be mad at you. Would he?

You pushed your intrusive thoughts to the back of your mind as you step out of the room, walking down the long hall to room ‘220’. You pull out the bronze key. It had a heart engraved into the center of the handle. You pushed it into the lock and easily pulled open the door. Walking in, you lazily tossed yourself onto the bed, not even bothering to change out of your day clothes.

As you tuck yourself into bed that night, you can’t help but remember the salesman’s words. YOU’RE NOT SPECIAL, YOU’RE NOT SPECIAL, YOU’RE NOT SPECIAL. Was that really true? You had always strived to be a good person, helping out your community. You had gotten good grades in school, attending university like your parents wanted…yet…maybe what he said was true.

Maybe you weren’t special.

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[vervainandspritz]

CRAWLING BACK TO YOU

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word count: 4k

Warnings: drinking, swearing, feelings, friends to lovers trope kind of

Notes: Guys thanks for 400 follows love y'all

Was it possible to get used to a life so bizarrely unusual and different to find it… peaceful? Feeling her lungs fill out with fresh air when in reality every piece of clothing Y/N owned was sprinkled with ash of the wild flame that the Shelby family was?

People were scared of getting burned, naturally. Fading in and out of her life as soon as they'd find out she was associated with Peaky blinders.

At first it bothered her, oh, so much. That people didn't see a thing about her besides her association. Now, she was years into the strange peace she found in one of the most dangerous cities in Britain, with a gun settled in her hand so frequently it fit better than the several sets of leather gloves she owned.

A matter running so deep in her mind, she found herself touching it over and over, sometimes with a glimmer in her eyes.

…or like that day, sitting in the Garrison with her gaze fixated on a glass in her hand. Mentally fiddling with the churning in her stomach as his blue eyes filled her head all over again. The room was as loud as ever, accompanied by both men and women in questionable states of sobriety, laughs and conversations that didn't matter. Not one bit.

An upcoming weekend allowed people of Birmingham to loosen up, shake off the tension from the hard work they've been holding in their tired bones.

Nobody seemed to notice when the door swung open, allowing cold air of a Friday night to seep in. Nobody but her.

Footsteps echoed quietly, going unnoticed in the loud crowd but Y/N knew exactly who came in despite her eyes remaining on her glass of rum.

”Y/N, what do you think about him?” A voice came to her ears suddenly, a slight nudge to her side bringing her out of the weird state.

”Hmm?” She asked before quickly glancing at her friend, gaze looking for clues as to not show her disinterest. Emily rolled her eyes with a sigh, dramatically slumping her shoulders.

”Don’t tell me you just zoned out, again, after I just spent five minutes explaining the matter.” She raised her eyebrows while her blue eyes narrowed for a moment before she sighed again. ”Alright. You're lucky I can't be mad at you. What's wrong?” Y/N’s demeanour seemed to be a little different than usual, and knowing her for so long, Emily immediately picked on it.

Okay, maybe not immediately, she thought, but eventually she got there.

Y/N cleared her throat, a chuckle pushing past her lips before she pushed her glass away.

”Nothing really. I haven't eaten much today, and alcohol hit me harder than usual.” Came out of her mouth so smoothly, despite being just partially true.

”And it absolutely doesn't have anything to do with the pack of wolves you surround yourself with, does it?”

Just like that Y/N loosened up again, laughing at the way Emily always so easily joked about them so lightheartedly, as nobody else would dare. ”Speaking of the devil” she added with a smirk, glancing towards the door. ”Yours just appeared. Right on time as well, because I need to wrap it up and go home. Betty refuses to sleep when I'm not home.” Y/N sighed, feeling bad for not paying attention before Emily had to leave.

”Of course,” She nodded, ”Arthur will drive you home” Y/N said, as usual but Emily shook her head while making a funny face.

”Absolutely not! Send the younger one. Arthur can't seem to understand I'm married,” She rolled her eyes with a giggle as she nudged Y/N’s side. ”I’ll wait outside”

As the taller woman walked away, Y/N threw back the remaining liquor and took a deep breath before she got up, looking around.

Before she spotted the Shelby brothers, she felt a heavy gaze on her back which admittedly made things easier. Turning around, her eyes met Tommy's from the other side of the room. He was sober while she clearly already had a few, her gaze a bit softer around the edges. Making her way to their table, she took a deep breath once again.

”John,” Y/N greeted him first with a smile, “would you kindly drive Emily home tonight?” her speech came out a little smoother than usual, tension from her voice long gone which showed her state, already a bit softened by alcohol.

“I don't mind driving her,” Arthur abruptly interjected.

“No, no that's all right Art you're in no state to drive clearly.” She stated firmly with a hint of humour in her voice. His brows shot up.

”I just had ONE drink! Are you mad?” He asked pretentiously with a huff, making John laugh.

”Seems like you need to try harder, aye!” The younger brother chuckled before getting up and standing by Y/N.

”Sure thing, Darling, but you owe me a drink” He winked, making her roll her eyes playfully.

”Sure thing” She repeated, mockingly.

”Someone already had a few” Tommy interjected suddenly, a hint of teasing in his voice, but one only Y/N could pick up on.

”Oh, and you're here as well” She replied, her gaze meeting his once again with that mischievous glimmer. ”Found time to spend among us, Mr. Shelby?”

Thomas watched her for a moment before slowly but surely one corner of his lips twitched in sort of a smirk.

”Sit down before I kick you out of my pub, eh?” He patted the free space where John was sitting just a few moments ago.

And so she did, ignoring his comment while pouring herself a glass of whisky with a smirk. One thing that never changed between them were their verbal skirmishes. Ever since the young blue eyed boy chased her with a stick dipped in the mud, devilishly proud of himself while at it.

Arthur kept mumbling to himself about the unfairness of the situation, unserious as ever. Pouring himself another drink, he glanced at Y/N, feeling her amused look on him.

”Don’t need me as a driver, so let the man be, would you?” He threw in a snarky remark with a hint of amusement, to which she lifted her hands in the air in a gesture of surrender.

”Wouldn’t dare to tell you what to do, old man”

a smirk slowly spread on his face and so the game began all over again. Soon John came back along with other Blinders crowding the table as they drank, talked and had fun just like always while making sure everything in the pub was going just fine.

Y/N’s nonchalant, easygoing aura was strong as ever when Tommy's eyes drifted towards her every now and then. Time was passing by quickly when they had fun simultaneously drinking.

Nights like these were secretly meaningful to all the Shelby's, giving them space and time to forget for a little while about the heavy responsibilities and dangers of their day to day life. It was one of the instances where people could see Tommy slightly let his guard down as the alcohol affected his mind, causing him to behave more freely in a less controlled environment.

A lazy smile appeared on Y/N’s face as she chuckled listening to the colourful stories, obviously enhanced into dramatic details to be more entertaining. She liked seeing them like this, these fleeting moments of freedom making each of the men by the table turn into these young boys she used to know long years ago without the scarring of life they all carried nowadays.

Reaching for a pack of cigarettes sitting on the table, Y/N plucked one for Tommy, putting it into his hand out of habit without even thinking. One of those things she'd do even under the influence, with her better judgement clouded almost completely.

Without looking at her, Tommy put it between his lips, reaching for matches to light her cigarette before his own. The gestures were so natural nobody even noticed.

Putting the little box back on a table, Thomas let his hand fall down, landing on her thigh as his fingers began slowly stroking her soft skin mindlessly as he spoke to Isaiah across the table.

Her eyes drifted briefly on his face, grazing over his strong features and the way his lips remained formed in a relaxed smile as he spoke when suddenly another person got her attention.

A man in the background, about ten feet away from them, stood with a woman, kissing her cheek as she hugged him quickly before disappearing in the crowd.

His familiar features and cocky grin immediately sparked her interest, as she recognised Paul, a good friend of hers who happened to be delivering ingredients to her bakery everyday.

Seeing her, he moved closer before finally standing by the table.

“Evening, Y/N” He spoke up, nodding towards the men who quickly realized he was familiar with her, so not a bother. ”Care to go for a smoke with me?” He suggested, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat. His light hair dishevelled, eyes shiny from the small amount of alcohol he had as well.

Tommy's hand remained on her thigh, only slipping away as she moved towards the exit.

”Lead the way” She responded, grabbing her coat as well as her eyes briefly met John's who was clearly having a good time tormenting her whenever a man would show any interest.

”See you tomorrow then, aye, Y/N?” John called after her with mischief in his voice followed by a chuckle from Arthur.

She just shook her head with amusement before they disappeared through the door.

Tommy straightened his back, reaching for another cigarette to light, nodding to Isaiah to pour another drink.

”Well..” John started off, clearing his throat, ”At least someone gets some action today” elbowing his brother to the side he laughed, reminding Arthur of the failure in pursuing Emily. One of many.

”Already told you to fuck off, didn't I?” He responded, rolling his eyes before shoving him back.

Tommy remained quiet, his mood taking a hit from Y/N’s abrupt exit with another fella. His emotions usually kept at bay, now strengthened by the alcohol, grew to an alarming size in his head.

Throwing back another glass of whisky he relaxed into the seat once again, barely listening to the conversation as he zoned out, consumed by his contradictory thoughts.

Not long after he decided enough was enough, raising from the seat slowly, letting his brothers know he'd be going back home as tomorrow he had business to attend, as usual. It took a moment for his eyes to regain focus as whisky affected him a bit more than usual, perhaps because once again he forgot to eat anything substantial throughout the day.

Saying his goodbyes Tommy pulled his cap onto his head, walking through the crowd as people parted, not wanting to disrespect the mobster.

Cold air of the night hit him as soon as the door swung open, his eyes getting used to the darkness fairly quickly as he gazed towards his vehicle, simultaneously searching for keys in his pocket.

Making his way to the car he squinted, trying to grasp the right key which was a bit of a challenge in his current state. Getting a hold of the right one, he suddenly dropped the keys hearing a familiar voice behind his back.

”You’re absolutely not driving in this state” Y/N said, grabbing his arm.

”Fuck!” Tommy groaned, eyeing the fallen item. He could barely see them, wiping his eyes he turned towards Y/N. ”I dropped my fucking keys” He informed her, as if she wasn't a witness to this situation.

His balance was slightly off as he narrowed his cloudy eyes, obviously blaming her for what just happened. His drunken state made Y/N unable to hold in a giggle as she rolled her eyes stepping closer. Bending over she grabbed them, choosing the right key as she opened the door on the driver's side, slipping into the seat.

He stood there, his brows raised in a question which she immediately answered.

“I told you. You're not driving. Get into the car before you'll have to walk.” Her voice was lighthearted as she held his gaze.

Thomas tilted his head to the side, the small hint of bitterness making it through his exterior.

”Don’t you have places to be?” He asked, obviously hinting at the man she left with, making Y/N roll her eyes once again on his dramatics.

”Tommy get in the car” She repeated, knowing there was no point in arguing with him over whatever In his current state.

He stood for another longer moment before finally sighing and making his way around to the other side, sitting on the passenger seat. Tilting his head back he let it rest, closing his eyes.

Y/N let her eyes linger on his face for a moment before taking a deep breath and starting the engine.

They didn't say a word throughout the whole drive, and only later she realized Tommy fell asleep. Parking the car she leaned closer, touching his shoulder.

”Come on, let's get inside” She whispered, watching as he slowly opened his eyes in an awfully adorable way.

She bit back the smile as he nodded, mumbling something before climbing out of the car.

She grabbed his arm wanting to help him walk, but he pulled it back, telling her he was perfectly capable of walking alone. Stubborn as always.

A couple minutes later she shed her coat, pulling his own off of him as well along with the cap, making him roll his eyes.

”You realize I'm not that drunk, eh?” He asked, seeing her behaviour.

”I’m not allowed to help, am I?” She shot back, grabbing his hand as she pulled him towards the stairs leading up to his bedroom. ”Oh, and by the way, no. I've got no places to be so I'm staying over.” She stated, completely unfazed and with enough attitude to make him laugh out loud.

”Good to know” He replied, letting her pull him along. Despite his stubbornness, they both knew it happened more times than they'd be able to count. Their relationship was so specific in ways other people wouldn't understand… and neither of them seemed to be ready to admit it.

Thomas was on the edge of bed, groaning as he took off his boots. Y/N walked across the room, opening the wardrobe as she found her own shelf.

He watched her as she pulled out his shirt and her shorts, knowing well she'd be sleeping in this set. Thomas realized he couldn't remember the time before she was in his life. Before the top shelf was hers, filled with pieces of clothing he never cared to move.

She moved around so confidently, knowing exactly where everything was. It brought him a weird sense of comfort, even though his face remained in a neutral expression as she looked back.

”Do you need help changing or are you perfectly capable of doing that too, Mr. Shelby?” She asked, matching his neutral expression along with a professional tone of voice, obviously teasing him.

He shook his head slightly, letting out a sigh as he finally smirked. Looking at her for a longer moment, Tommy let his eyes linger on her body before meeting her eyes again.

”Are you trying to take advantage of me, Dove?” He asked, his voice clearly lower and with intent as he gave her the smile, one he learned long ago worked on women ever since he was a boy.

Y/N chuckled, approaching him to the point where he had to tilt his head back so their eyes could meet. Leaning down to his level, she started unbuttoning his shirt.

”I wouldn't dare” Her voice was calm, even though she felt everything but calm seeing him looking at her like this. Unable to put up the walls that usually surrounded him when he was sober. The tension seemed to grow rapidly as she was halfway down, eyes focused on the task but Tommy's gaze had her face turn slightly red which was not visible in the dim light luckily.

Stepping back, she looked up at him.

”You take care of that, and I'm going to change. Try not to fall, eh?” She teased with a smirk, walking into the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Y/N took a deep breath, leaning forward as she needed a moment. She was very aware of the tension surrounding them the whole night and as she stood in front of him, with his eyes gazing at her this way, it felt more dangerous than ever before despite the fact they were bordering on this line for years now.

Everything felt stronger lately and she was.. more anxious than anything.

Looking up she caught her reflection, silently grazing over her face and body before sighing deeply as she turned around, swiftly changing into his shirt and her shorts.

Returning to the room, she looked up to check whether he was sleeping and surprisingly, Tommy was laying on the bed, shirtless and wearing only his undergarments. His arm was draped over his head, eyes closed but the tension in his shoulders was visible. Y/N knew he wasn't sleeping, but she didn't want to risk anything more after today so she let him be, turning off the lights as she moved around the bed, slipping on the other side.

His bed was big, more than big enough for the two of them. Y/N and Tommy never had an issue sleeping together even back when they were teenagers, sharing a bed in his small room in Small Heath.

She covered herself with a blanket, facing away from him for a while, attempting to get comfortable but the silence was deafening. She heard him move and turn as well, looking for a position comfortable enough to sleep in. Minutes were passing and Y/N was still wide awake, unable to even close her eyes for longer than a moment with the amount of thoughts running through her head.

The clock was ticking, and she looked through the big window, moonlight seeping in through the blinds and she still yet to be comfortable enough to feel even remotely tired.

Eventually the frustration took over and she sighed with annoyance, slowly sitting up. Y/N desperately wanted to sleep, as it would be the easy way out. Making it to the morning and hoping the infatuation would pass or fade away into something more bearable, just like always.

The moon looked beautiful that night, she thought, as she heard him move in a different way this time. The mattress dipped closer and she felt him sitting right behind her, the warmth of his body contrasting to the coldness of her hands caused by anxiety.

Her heart started thumping wildly in her chest, the anticipation almost took much to handle, shivers running down her spine as his breath touched her skin.

Yet she didn't dare to look at him, stubbornly keeping her eyes fixated on the view while he moved closer.

After a longer moment his fingers grasped her chin, making her look at him. Tommy felt the stirring too, somewhere in his chest, and the desperation seemed completely impossible to escape.

Forcing her to look at him, he moved closer. His face seemed even more unreal that way, kissed by the moonlight in the middle of the night causing her to sigh weakly.

He didn't move either, not for a while as they watched, fixated like it was the very first time, even though they knew each other’s features by heart. From her chin his fingers moved to cup her cheek instead, feeling the subtle warmth of her skin.

Lost in the moment Y/N sighed, his face so close to her own she could see every detail. Every scar and freckle decorating his skin. Her lips parted slightly as she tried to catch a breath, but his presence and warmth felt so.. overwhelming in a way she couldn't describe. A warmth she grew to associate with safety while simultaneously feeling like she's gambling every time they're close.

His arms wrapped around her tighter, pulling her on his lap with one hand holding her hip while the other cupped her cheek so roughly. Delicate caresses of his calloused fingers feeling better than she cared to admit. She couldn't think properly while his firm chest was pressed against her soft bosom, his lips ghosting over her jaw.

”Y/N” He whispered, Tommy's hot breath against her skin making her shiver and her eyes fall shut.

She moved her hand on top of his, trying to ground herself. Chaotic snippets of moments and thoughts running through her puzzled mind as her core ached for his touch.

”Look at me” He spoke again, tilting her head down to look him in the eyes. His own were barely open, pupils blown out with need as he stared at her with something she couldn't really understand. Failing to keep herself at bay, Y/N slowly leaned down, their breaths mingling and noses touched. She could feel the ghost of his soft lips touching hers, but couldn't quite force herself to let him have her. Again.

“Why do you keep doing this?” She whispered breathlessly, her other hand grasping his shoulder so hard she thought he might bruise.

Thomas' breath hitched, and he stopped moving for a moment, frozen as he realized the sense of her question. His heart began racing but he kept holding her so close, panting against her lips as he tried to search for an answer in his mind, which now seemed to be.. empty.

Y/N squeezed her eyes painfully hard waiting for an answer that seemed to never come before letting go of his shoulder with a humourless chuckle. Pulling his hands away from her she raised from his lap, quickly fixing her blouse before grabbing her black coat from the chair.

”Y/N” He spoke up, his voice gravely with disappointment aimed nowhere but at himself. ”Y/N, don't go” Tommy tried to convince, attempting to grasp her wrist but she slipped easily, seemingly between his fingers.

Like she always did.

”Goodnight, Tommy”

~~~

The whole next day Y/N threw herself into a bunch of work, whether it was around the house or finishing up the new recipes she prepared to introduce in her bakery the upcoming week.

By the end of the day she was covered in flour, but her apartment was squeaky clean. Her hair was a complete mess when she saw herself in the mirror, making her chuckle. She was physically tired but mentally proud of herself for taking her mind off of the blue eyed man so successfully.

…and then her phone rang. It was late, way too late for any other person to call, so subconsciously she knew it was him. Silently cursing herself for it, she picked up.

”Hello?” Y/N asked nevertheless but she didn't hear anything else for a moment before he cleared his throat.

”Because I can't force myself to let you go” Thomas spoke up, his words a little blurred, gravelly with the weight of his confession. ”...and I'm tired of pretending. This needs to end.” A moment of silence seemed to stretch into eternity, but Tommy knew she was listening. He could hear her breathing. As Y/N finally found some words, wanting to respond, he hang up.

She stood there, frozen for a couple moments, holding the phone as if he was still on the other side. What are you talking about, she wanted to ask, but Y/N knew what he meant. Despite her asking yesterday, it intimidated her a little to hear it from him. They never confronted each other before, but.. her heart swelled with the emotion she was never able to express before.

Suddenly a loud knock on the door came to her ears, her heart froze still for a moment before she opened it.

His eyes were bright, raw and vulnerable as he held her eye contact.

“Can I come in?”

[no1whippedcreamenjoyer]

Yandere smilk hcs?

SLAMS MY HANDS DOWN

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS

rambling below

Preface, My base HCs for Smilk are that he has BPD and CPTSD from the horrors

So as all who have read 'Never Left my Sight' know, my personal yandere Smilk went Batshit Insane from Isolation- and fell in love with Pure Vanilla solely through watching him through the souljam.

So this starts their relationship off REALLY BAD

Smilk's entire perception of PV is based on a parasocial relationship. It's never interracted with PV but expects him to react a certain way- as if they'd been friends for a long time

that's why at the end of 'never left my sight' his ass splits so hard on PV he wants to kill him

But let's talk yandere shit I think it's done before and after getting out of mind prison:

-It had a shitton of time, and nothing to do, and access to materials since the witches keep throwing garbage into the other side of the moon (HORRIFYING FAILED EXPERIMENTS)

So;

Throughout the Millenia it's been watching Pure Vanilla, it's been writing love poems, plays, songs, books, even sewing Pure Vanilla clothes

I had a scene planned where they're about to do the do and Smilk keeps trying to pick a Lingerie set for PV to wear

PV thinks this is so funny because when would it have taken the time to buy him so much lingerie while it's only had a body for like 6 months.

Shadow Milk comments that of course it didn't have time- it sewed the set he's wearing about a century ago.

Cue Pure Vanilla being fucking horrified that Shadow Milk has thought of him like THAT for at least over a century- taking a deep breath- forgiving it- and saying "I had no idea you were so good at fashion design!" (They'll talk about that LATER)

- My personal opinion for what happened in Chapter 8 with Shadow Milk realizing he wants Pure Vanilla, not just the souljam

is that, upon interracting with the Real Pure Vanilla, not the version in its head. It realized it loved the actual, genuine, flesh and blood Pure Vanilla so much more than the image watching him for a millenia put in its head

Pure Vanilla has reactions as TR that he's Never Had while Shadow Milk was watching him. It's unexpected, it's exciting, It's Incredibly Intimate to Shadow Milk that he can pull reactions from Pure Vanilla that no one else must have ever seen!

- Despite having actually risked PV crumbling a bunch of times, Shadow Milk is incredibly tender when it comes to intimacy.

Even if it wants to hurt PV, it wouldn't be any fun if PV weren't enjoying it- or was at least Into It!

- Shadow Milk watches Pure Vanilla sleep A LOT.

If it hasn't pulled Pure Vanilla into a nightmare, it's probably somewhere in his room. It loves taking in how vulnerable he looks- how that vulnerability is only its own to see.

- Shadow Milk genuinely loves Pure Vanilla, but it's never experienced anything like that before. It was Created to be a tool for the witches. It was never Supposed to be a real person. It doesn't know HOW to be normal. And witches forbid it ever Say anything to Pure Vanilla about that.

[jamethinks]

I actually really hope this like disaster baby join the main gang.

Aside from being an absolute cutie pie i think he would make a great comrade for Anya.

Anya is surrounded by mostly well behaved kids who are very mature (well mature for 6 years olds). Anya falls behind due to a combination of factors (background, age, personality) so i think it would be nice for her to have a kid that is on her level developmentally if any of that makes sense.

A kid who's just as gross and careless as she is. The way his uniform is undone and him playing with his boogers just kinda indicates a very lackadaisical attitude. He just doesn't seem as concerned with/capable of being as prim and proper as his peers. If he was in Henderson's class he would probably be a thorn in Henderson's side.

I can't say if he is intentionally troublesome bc he does seem concerned with his reputation. I won't say he's a complete delinquent because he could be more like Anya, tries but fails.

Narrative he can bring a lot of conflict into the story.

For starters, he would be Anya's first friend that she befriend because they had something in common and not just out of convenience. Someone she can actually talk to and play with who would (hopefully) be less judgemental of her. We don't actually know his personality, just conduct, so it's a bit of a stretch, but if they do get along then it can cause problems in the story.

Naturally, Damian would be very jealous of him. But so would Becky. Becky and Anya are good friends, but they don't have a lot in common, and Anya never really made any other friends. If she were to make any friend who really got along with it, it would really challenge Becky. Of course, Anya won't really care, but I think it would be cute to see Becky get a bit jealous and worried she's losing her bestie. A good reason to explore their friendship and let them have that bonding moment of reassurance.

He would also threaten the mission. Anya's partner in crime who encourages those less than savory traits she has that Loid is desperately trying to squash. Might even reawakened or start some new ones. It would be funny for Loid to have beef with a six year old and everyone thinking it's because it's a boy (which really baffles damian) but no it's literally for the first time actually for the mission.

And of course it asks the question of what Loid values more, Anya's happiness of the stability of the mission. Obviously Anya isnt going to throw her mission to the wind and would still try to get better. She might even be a good influence on him. It would be sad if Loid not only doubts Anya's improvement and dedication but also for him to discourage her from having a friend because of something so trivial. Not to mention being so quick to look down on a kid like that and dismissing him.

Maybe this can prompt a bit of a look into Loid's childhood. What if he was also a bit of a delinquent or troublesome. They look a bit similar so maybe he would see a bit of himself in the little boy and that stirs up a few complicated emotions.

Idk i just think he can be a fun character to add.