#but still-- i couldn't resist making a tiny one of my own before i resume lurking X'D

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{mainly been lurking today, because brain has been stingy with the writing juice-- but--}

Don't mind ya girl as she joins a certain bartender's mun in a puddle on the floor--

[mochikeiji]

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Request: "For your event can I have my bby, Inumaki Toge (sorry for being so predictable) and prompts 50 and 6 🥺👉👈"

50. "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you"

6. "No, don't cover your smile"

↠ Pairing: Inumaki Toge x F!Reader

↠ Warning: mini make out session in the end, mostly fluffy soft times, italicized fonts are Inumaki's lines through texts

↬ Word Count: 1.3k

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

As much as you find the certain white haired but quiet ball of sunshine, there was one thing that sometimes bothered you. It wasn't major— Inumaki was alright as he is now. If not, perfect you would say. The only thing you don't comprehend is that he kept wearing that long sleeved, collar that reached his mouth. Even you find your annoying teacher was wearing the same thing as your boyfriend after yelling hysterically how he's found his long lost twin while poor Inumaki was dragged out of the blue.

You get it's for hiding the tattoos on the corners of his lips. Maybe there was more to it, but Inumaki wrote it on a paper; a way of communicating, that it wasn't at all that sacred or anything to hide. He just grew fond of hiding his mouth for a long period of time. Though he admits it does kind of make him insecure of the times people saw him in person while walking down the streets with a normal attire. All you could ever have in order to read his emotions were his eyes. There were moments you'd catch a peek of his full features during missions. But it hasn't even reached a minute or so he's already hidden himself like a turtle.

Staring longer at him while laying down on bed bored, it dawned to you how you've never caught on what he'd look like if he smiles underneath that suit he wore. This made you tempted to zip down the little zipper in display, but you know better than to pry in his comfort zone. But oh, can you imagine, just a cute kitten like smile. Or even a pout when he's clinging onto your waist during mornings for more over time cuddles. You needed to see that.

"Hey, Toge."

Fingers tugging down the hem of his suit, Inumaki's attention drifts off of his phone from what Yuta was sending and peered at you, "Shake?" he starts, fiddling with your fingers with his. He does this a lot even in public, so intrigued at how much it has an affect to make his insides all giddy and warm from the playful gesture.

"Can I please see you?"

He snorts a little as he types something on his phone. Lucky you, yours happened to be right next to you. The screen lightening, pinging a notification coming from him,

You already are, you dummy.

Inumaki chuckles a bit when he earned himself a pout and a huff from you. Pinching your cheeks gently in a way of saying sorry and waits for you to explain, "I mean, I want to see you. You know," widening your palm a bit, facing it near your own mouth and began waving up and down at him. "Without the thingy in the way."

He messages again,

Thingy? Really? Aren't you cute.

Sitting up from your position, you waddled closer to his body. Inumaki shifts himself to sit comfortably at the edge of the bed for you to settle yourself on his lap. His hands roamed for a good seconds behind your back, occasionally trying to be sneaky once he's reached a bit lower, but settles nonetheless on your hips.

"I wanna see you smile." while playing with the dangling zipper, "I've never really seen you take this off whenever we're together. Don't get me wrong! It's not ugly! I just, you know."

It startled you when he coos quietly. Squinting his eyes and booping your nose softly. If you weren't mistaken, did he just wiggled himself? He resumes to typing once again something quickly and flashes his screen towards you.

You're just precious.

But I'm not gonna do it.

Kind of bummed from what he said. Then again worried you may have been pushing him on, but then you see his index scroll up from his notepad to reveal the other, large bolded text underneath his last reply,

You do it for me.

"Are you sure? I don't mean to sound pushy."

He types again,

You're not. It's nice to hear that someone can't resist my charms.

Gasping dramatically, you slapped his chest with the back of your hand softly. His shoulders jolting from stifled laughter before grabbing your wrist up to the zipper. It was stupid to have your breath held in. What can you say, it was anticipating really. Giving you a firm nod that it was very much okay for him, you slowly zipped down the collar to unravel half of his face. Your smile was wobbly from failing to hide the embarrassment, more now because he kept arching his brows as if he was teasing you.

When it came to a stop at his chest, your hand automatically reaches out for his jaw. Thumb tracing over the swirly marks now that it was up close and woah, do you want to know if he uses some kind of lip balm or lip gloss. They were so pretty! Probably near as the blubbering blindfolded male.

If you could only see yourself so dazed at him, like any other guy, the corners of his lips rose a tiny bit from all the attention he was gaining from you. He could feel his naked soul burn from the sparkles of admiration through your eyes as you stared at him agape, "You're really handsome."

And like any other guy, to be called handsome hasn't occurred in his book until now. Of course, it's a bit more different if someone you love says it, right? Suddenly feeling quite hot underneath your gaze and comment, his fingers threaded through his bangs to push away from his sweaty forehead. Looking away when he feels the blood in his face circulate to paint his cheeks.

No different than he is, you quickly slapped a palm on your mouth, "I-I mean, you're always handsome! It's just, wow." unable to keep your eyes out of his face, so close you could count the lashes on his eyes, "You're wow. Like, wow. You're with me?"

Couldn't you stop already? It's not often he gets someone praising him. It's always Maki and Yuta that gets the spotlight, occasionally Panda if he's down in the dumps. But couldn't you tell by the way he's suddenly the one who's nervous because of you? It felt too good to hear, he had to gulp down the butterflies that were prying his lips into a large grin. Boy, does he want to hide himself as he lowered his hand from holding his bangs up to cup his mouth. Upon witnessing that, you shake your head with a smile,

"No, don't cover your smile." pinning his hand down, planted on his sides as you leaned closer, "I love your smile."

Nothing but pure sincerity came out from you. What choice does he have to deny you when the reason why he can't even contain himself from smiling was because of you? Shyly tapping on his revealed chest random patterns and scanning each part your eyes could reach, he takes advantage of the closeness you two shared just by the lips. Squeaking between the kisses, his arms circles to your middle to pull you in deeper, your hands acting as a support that held onto his shoulders. Unlike the quick pecks that go by in a flash, he savors this one the most knowing he's got nothing to hide from anything or anyone. No one would've guessed he'd kiss as if it was full of raw, hungry emotions.

Even when you pull away to breathe, he still sneaks more littered kisses on your lips until he was satisfied witha goofy smile on his flushed face. Fumbling to grab his phone open for the prepared text he's put in earlier and pushing it between your faces, "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you."

"You planned this from the start didn't you, you jerk." scoffing playfully to mask your own lovey dovey state from floating to the clouds. He shows you another text briefly before throwing his phone out of the way, resuming back to business in a more intimate position feeling himself become in much need.

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Take less, more kisses, cutie.

[mimisempai]

You walked into my life like you had always lived there

Summary

Charles has resigned himself to a life alone in Paris, but he might be surprised by a visit from an "old friend"... Will they get another chance to reach happiness?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31463351

Words:3719 - Chapters:1/1

This morning, like every other morning, sitting on the terrace of the café downstairs from his small apartment, Charles was waiting for his usual coffee while watching the bustle of the street. Delivery men unloading their vans at the grocery store on the corner, the bookstore owner unpacking his shelves, a tourist couple having their picture taken with the view of Montmartre in the background. The passers-by, people going to work, others walking their dogs. All this lively and colorful world coming and going, talking, laughing, reminded him of the hallway of a certain school, in the mornings just before the students entered their classrooms.

And like every morning, Charles was acutely aware of his loneliness. He had voluntarily closed his mind to all other thoughts than his own.

Thoughts that were enough to torment him.

More often than not, they were memories which he forced himself to face. His mistakes, what he should or should not have done. Searching, dissecting when he had lost sight of his values. At what point he had let down those he had sworn to protect since the day he had discovered Raven in his kitchen so many years ago.

But appeasement never came.

At the beginning, Hank gave him news of the school, of the progress of the students, news of each one and then little by little the messages had spaced, Charles put more and more time to answer, letting the distance grow voluntarily. It was now 3 months that he had no news and it was good like that.

Raven, Jean, Alex... and the names of all the others were spinning in his head, like a macabre dance, a torture he was inflicting on himself to atone.

There was only one name that he refused to pronounce, that he refused to think about. The one name that had always been able to read him without having any telepathic powers.

"You're always sorry, Charles. And there's always a speech. But nobody cares anymore."

"Will that be all sir?"

The waitress, pulling him out of his musings, put his coffee on the table.

"Yes, thank you," Charles replied.

"Mutant and proud."

Raven had always been right,

"Or is that only with pretty mutations or invisible ones, like yours. But if you're a freak, better hide."

Mutant yes, but proud he was no longer. He was the freak who had to hide.

He took a sip of his coffee and ran his hand over his face.

He suddenly felt a presence behind his back, and a shiver went through him at the sound of the voice with such familiar inflections,

"How's retirement treating you Charles?"

Erik sat down and placed a small case containing a chess set at his feet. Why was he there? To taunt him? To provoke him? Charles resisted the temptation to read his mind. He clenched his fist on his knee. Erik was the only one to provoke this storm of emotions in him. The only one who had the capacity to unsettle him.

So as always he chose the attack,"What are you doing here, Erik?"

He finally dared to meet Erik's eyes, and he almost gasped, because, in the blue-gray eyes, there was nothing of the harshness, of the disappointment from their last meeting. Erik's gaze was kind and open as he replied with a slight smile, "I came to see an old friend. Fancy a game?"

Erik showed him the chess set at their feet. Their usual chess game, the moment when their minds clashed. That space outside of time, where despite the fights and conflicts, they always managed to find each other. But this time Charles wasn't sure he had the strength to offer Erik a worthy opponent. So he shook his head and replied, "No, not today. Thank you."

He looked away. He couldn't look at Erik when so many emotions were running through him. He was sure he would never see the only man he had ever loved again, and there he was in front of him, beautiful, making Charles even more aware of his own state.

"A long time ago, you saved my life. Then you offered me a home. I'd like to do the same for you."

Charles studied Erik's expression for a long time. Always the same openness and acceptance. He was once again tempted to read Erik's mind.

"You can, you know." Erik made the hand motion that Charles made when he wanted to access someone's mind.

As always he had seen right through Charles, but again no disappointment or disgust in the voice and the eyes.

Charles after swallowing, answered in a slightly hoarse voice, having trouble containing his emotions.

"I don't do that anymore."

Erik simply nodded with a half smile, put his hands in his pockets, then took them out, and held them out in front of him in clenched fists, just like in the old days.

"Just one game. For old times' sake."

Charles gave in, he didn't feel like fighting anymore, he didn't feel like pretending. So he held out his hand to Erik's right fist, which opened to a white pawn.

Erik said with a slight teasing smile, "I'll go easy on you."

Charles replied with the same smile, just a little more hesitant, "No, you won't."

As they set up the pieces, Erik added, "I might surprise you, you know Charles."

Charles stopped his motion as he went to move a knight, and said with emotion in his voice as he stared into Erik's eyes, "You already have."

Time stood still for a moment, neither of them able to take their eyes off the other. Then Charles continued his movement and the game resumed.

The sun was high in the sky when they finished their game. It was Erik who had won. But as always, no matter who won, neither of them cared, the important thing was the duel not the result.

"Well?" inquired Erik as he closed the chess set, "Did you have time to think about my offer?"

"Did you mean it?" Charles hoped Erik couldn't hear the eagerness in his voice, because he really wanted to accept Erik's offer. But did he deserve it? Did he have a right to this home Erik was offering him? And what did a home even mean?

His hand began to tremble slightly, as if he wanted to grasp something, but didn't dare. He closed his eyes to compose himself.

He felt a hand rest on his as Erik's voice said softly, "Charles...". He opened his eyes. Erik's hand opened his clenched fist and intertwined his fingers with his. Charles slowly raised his eyes to Erik's face.

The urge to surrender, to let go, hit Charles even harder. He could see so much in Erik's eyes, but he was so afraid of being disappointed and of disappointing... again. He closed his fingers over Erik's and tried to swallow the lump that was forming in his throat.

Erik continued, "Charles, no demands, no debts, no obligations, this is completely free, I'm just offering you a simple and protected life. It's far from a castle life, but Genosha is a small, isolated island where we have created a self-sufficient community. Most of the inhabitants are like us, "retired" mutants with wounds to heal. You can-"

Charles interrupted him, "It's okay Erik, no need to say any more, I accept. " and after a moment of silence, he added, "Thank you."

Erik simply smiled, put his other hand over their entwined hands and said, "I'm just showing the same generosity that you have shown to me over and over again. No need for gratitude between us. We are just two friends and..."

Erik paused as if he were about to say something else.

"And?" asked Charles, curious about what Erik had stopped himself from saying.

For the first time since the beginning of this meeting, Erik looked a little unsettled before answering, "Nothing... well at least not now."

Charles didn't insist, he knew there was a lot to clear up between them. But now that he had decided to follow Erik to his island, he knew they had time.

"So how do we do this?"

Erik replied as he stood up, "I'll go with you to your flat, you take what you need for a few days, and we'll leave for Genosha. You can get the rest delivered later."

"So soon?"

"Why wait? Do you have obligations here, people to say goodbye to?"

"No!" replied Charles curtly, angry at having been found out once again.

He began to roll his wheelchair quickly toward the entrance of his building. Erik joined him in two strides before putting his hand on his shoulder. Charles felt bad for being so touch starved that this simple touch immediately soothed him.

"Charles, I know what it's like, I've been there. Don't get upset. It wasn't a criticism or a mockery." He squeezed Charles' shoulder before letting his hand fall back.

"I know..." sighed Charles. "Come on."

As they walked through the door of Charles' tiny apartment, sensing that Erik was about to say something, Charles admonished him, "Don't say anything."

Erik waved his hand, as if he were zipping up his mouth without hiding his smile, but finally couldn't help himself.

"My Charles, do you live in that shoebox? I'm disappointed in you! Pretty spartan."

Seeing Charles' dark glare, he pretended to surrender. "Ok, ok, I'm not saying anything more."

Charles muttered, "Liar."

Then they gathered Charles' things and a few hours later they were on their way to Genosha.

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Two weeks later, Charles was unpacking the last of the boxes that had just arrived, mostly books. Erik had built him some makeshift shelves. His "residence" like all of Genosha’s, was made of salvaged materials, but Charles didn't mind. Although he had always lived in a certain opulence, he knew how to make do with little.

"Need a hand?"

Erik had just stepped through the curtain that served as a door.

"I'm not saying no."

They hadn't had time to really talk and clear the air between them, but Erik was very thoughtful. Charles was a little insecure, not knowing where he stood. So he decided to just take things as they came. If he was honest with himself, he knew how he felt about Erik. But he wouldn't act, he didn't want to risk breaking the friendship they were rebuilding.

Erik had begun unpacking a box of books.

"Do you have a particular order?"

"No put them on the shelves as they come for now."

So Erik began to put the books away, commenting on some of the titles.

"Oh Charles, Charlotte Brontë really? Jane Eyre as well?"

"Hey Erik, just because you're helping me doesn't mean you have to like what I read."

"Ho Ho! You even marked a page."

Charles remembered, what page and what words he had written in the margin.

"Erik, please put that book away, it doesn't matter."

But he could see from Erik's face that he wasn't about to let go, so he resigned himself and closed his eyes waiting for a reaction, of what kind, he didn't know.

"Charles?"

Charles squeezed his eyes tighter.

"Yes?"

"Is that about me?"

Charles had a small self-deprecating laugh before he replied, "I don't know any other Erik, so yes."

"What do you mean with 'you left Erik and now I'm bleeding'?"

Charles let out a big sigh and put his head in his hands. "This is really embarrassing...it's in relation to the underlined passage that's a little higher up if I remember correctly."

He knew the phrase by heart, because it had resonated in a special way since he'd met Erik, but he hadn't expected the raw emotion that ran through him when he heard Erik read the words aloud.

“I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.”

Charles heard Erik put the book down, and a sound of footsteps, he still didn't want to open his eyes, he was too afraid of what he would read in Erik's eyes. He was aware of Erik's presence very close to him, then a hand clasped his.

"Charles, please look at me." Erik's voice was almost pleading, Charles didn't resist and opened his eyes, to see that Erik had knelt down to be at his level. Then he looked up at Erik's eyes, afraid of what he would find there, and gasped, Erik looked almost amazed, yes that's right, amazed.

"Charles is that how you still feel?" Erik asked him in an pressing tone, his eyes scanning his, leaving Charles no escape.

Charles swallowed, and despite his tight throat, he tried to answer, "Yes."

"But when... I mean since when?"

"When? Do you remember the day you managed to unlock your power. The day you let me access that memory? Well since that day, I've felt this very strong connection between us."

Erik tightened his grip on his hand and asked, "And those words in the margin?"

Charles' voice was a whisper, "After the missiles and the beach, when you left."

"Oh Charles, I...I'm so sorry." The regret was genuine in Erik's eyes.

"Don't be anymore, it's been a long time since I forgave you and since then I think I've made my share of mistakes and bad decisions. Some of which have more consequences than losing my legs. Raven was right, I had forgotten who I was. Why I started all this in the first place. I lost sight of what was important, I lost... I lost so much. And I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner, and... I'm not as evolved as I thought I was. You say you're sorry Erik, but you don't know how sorry I am. Forgive me I... I must..."

Charles had to go, he had to get out, the grief he had been feeling since he left school, no even before, since Raven's death, it was all threatening to come out, he didn't want to fall apart like that in front of Erik.

But Erik was keeping him from walking away. Still kneeling and holding his hand.

"Erik, please move over... let go of me, I have to get out, I-" the tears were starting to blur his vision, with his free hand he was trying to push his wheelchair forward.

"Charles, stop! You don't have to leave. You don't have to be alone anymore. You are not alone!"

Erik loosened Charles other hand's grip on the wheel, and suddenly took him in his arms, and he felt his lips move against his head and the words came to his ears "Charles, you can let go, even though I've failed you many times in the past, this time I won't. Let it go. Don't be afraid, I'll catch you."

Because Charles no longer had the strength to stay strong, because he was craving for someone to lean on, he let go. He let the grief engulf him, because he knew Erik was there and would keep him from drowning.

Erik continued to hold him and whispered over and over, "That's it, let it all out. I'm here mein Liebster. Let it out."

Once the crying dried up, exhaustion fell on Charles and he fell asleep in Erik's arms. He was sleeping so deeply that Erik had been able to lift him out of his wheelchair without him waking up and now he was lying with his back against Erik's front, his head under his chin and Erik's arms wrapped around Charles.

Erik had been torn when he saw his beloved overwhelmed by grief and wondered how long it had been since Charles had been able to express his pain. He had always been attracted to the shining side of Charles, he often compared them to two sides of the same coin. But when he'd found him in Paris, he'd seen that all that light was like dulled.

"Erik..." the still broken voice Charle continued, "Thank you..."

"Sshh Charles, I told you no thanks are needed between us."

"Yeah..." Erik felt Charles relax against him again.

"Sleep, meine Liebster."

Much later, Erik was awakened by a gentle brushing sensation on his face. He opened his eyes, found himself facing Charles, who was withdrawing his hand as if he had been caught with his hands in the jam jar.  Erik grabbed his hand and placed it back on his own cheek.

"Don't stop Charles..."

He saw Charles' expression ease as he gently stroked his face with feather-like touches, tracing Erik's facial lines with his fingertips.

Their faces were so close that Erik immediately caught sight of Charles gulping as a veil of sadness passed over his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I've lost you so many times already," Charles murmured.

"But I'm still here and so are you. Now we're together."

Erik couldn't resist, he crossed the remaining distance between them and put his lips to Charles'. It was as if everything fell into place in their worlds at that moment.

They remained for a long time, joined in a soft and almost innocent embrace.

Charles moved back and stared at Erik, looking for something in his eyes. He must have found what he was looking for because he smiled. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair from his face.

His lips parted and he pressed them to Erik's again. Erik licked the corner of his mouth and slid his tongue over his bottom lip, then kissed him. Charles quickly opened up to him, welcoming him wordlessly with his lips and hands in his hair. His tongue mimicked the actions of hers, and soon they were drinking from each other's lips, caught up in a thirst that would not seem to be quenched.

Erik slid his hands to Charles' waist, and pulled him as close as he could get. Charles' head fell back with a moan as Erik’s fingers slipped under his shirt and caressed his back. Erik took advantage of his distraction and lowered his head even further to press himself against his neck. He felt the slide of his tongue against his skin, then his teeth biting the same spot. Charles had a slight startle. His hands slid over Erik's shoulders and his fingers dug in. Erik immediately raised his head, worried about his reaction. "Not good?"

"No. Good. Really good," Charles reassured him in a gentle sigh. Erik smiled fondly and returned his attentions to Charles' neck. But Charles groaned and tugged at his hair, pulling Erik toward him so he could take his lips again.

Much later, as they both caught their breath. Lips to lips, forehead to forehead, Charles asked Erik, "I don't know if I was dreaming or not, but before you called me 'mein liebster', 'my dearest' if I am not mistaken."

For the first time since he had known him, Charles saw Erik's cheeks turn slightly pink. However, Erik's voice was perfectly assured as he replied, "You were not dreaming mein Liebster." He punctuated his words with a tender kiss.

"Unless you prefer, mein Schatz, my treasure." Another kiss.

"Or mein Geliebter, my beloved." Another kiss.

It was now Charles's turn to have slightly red cheeks. But he, too, looked Erik squarely in the eye and asked, "Is that really what I am?"

"Yes, my love and much more." Erik emphasized this with another kiss.

"Since when?"

"I'll show you. By looking into my thoughts in the brightest corner of my sensory memory like you did that time, you will find an additional memory beyond the one you found to help me unlock my powers."

Charles began to protest, "No Erik, I don't want to-"

Erik put a finger over his mouth, "Shhh, I'm asking you to."

He took Charles' hand and placed his fingers against his temple, in the familiar gesture he had when he wanted to access someone's thoughts.

Erik, visibly moved, addressed Charles, "What did you just do to me?"

"I accessed the brightest corner of your memory system. It's a very beautiful memory, Erik. Thank you"

"I didn't know I still had that."

Charles put his hand on his shoulder and said with strength and emotion in his voice, "There's so much more to you than you know. Not just pain and anger. There's good to you, I felt it. And when you can access all that, you'll possess a power no one can match. Not even me."

When Charles exited Erik's head, they were both deeply moved by the strength of the emotions of the shared memory.

Erik pressed his forehead against Charles'.

"What you told me that day, that there was good to me, that you felt it. It's a memory as happy as my mother's. It was also that day that I felt the connection between us. That I knew that-"

Erik paused for a moment.

"That you knew what?"

"That I was hopelessly and madly in love with you. I love you Charles. We've fought together, we've clashed, we've been through terrible trials sometimes together, sometimes against each other, but this, what I feel for you has always been my ultimate truth. I love you Charles."

Charles once again gasped, this time at the open adoration he read on Erik's face.

He raised his hand to his face, tracing the outline of it he said, his voice broken, "Despite all the detours I've taken, all the bad decisions you or I have made, every time, when it counted, you were there by my side, that unchanging presence. I can't tell where you start and where I end. I love you Erik, more than my life."

There. That moment. This moment of perfect communion after all they had been through. The fate, the choices, the events that had separated them, brought them together in a spiral that never seemed to end, it was all over. It was time for them to live. It wasn't the end, it was the beginning. This was their story.

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Although I am very familiar with X-men - Movie verse, I have never written for this fandom before. After rewatching Dark Phoenix, I'm only holding onto this ending scene. I wanted to write about Erik and Xavier from there. I hope I did them justice.

Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed your reading.

[slightlymore]

Rumours | Part 2

Part  2 to this request

Warnings: smut lol 

Part 1

I don't want to sleep with you. I don't want to sleep with you. If you raised your hand and touched me I would feel nothing. You do nothing to me. I don't want it. I don't want to sleep with you-

"Stop it" Johnny's hand suddenly cupped your knee. You blinked as if awoken from a dream and stared at his fingers first then at his face. He was referring to how your leg was making the whole desk shake just a few seconds ago.

"Sorry, I wasn't doing it on purpose", you whispered looking away.

"Is everything alright? You seem anxious", he smiled kindly while his fingers gently caressed your knee as if soothing you.

Thanks. It only made things worse.

"I am fine", you replied with a squeaky voice.

Johnny looked at your almost pained expression, teeth biting down on the pencil, shoulders raised up in tension and just chuckled. Shrugging he got back to work on his part of the research.

You've been in that classroom for what felt hours but your papers were blank. Johnny's notes on the contrary were carefully written.

Easy to do that when you don't have a leaking pipe between your legs, you thought.

You closed your eyes with a deep breath. Maybe you should go on a walk, take a break.

Yeah. Maybe wash your face with cold water. Sounds good.

"Stop it or I'm going to french kiss you", he breathed out amused but faking irritation as the desk started to shake because of your leg again.

Wait.

What?

You felt your eyes widen and eyebrows rise until meeting your hairline. Without realizing you brought your fingers up to touch your lips and you felt the way your breath hitched.

Laugh, just laugh, he's joking, haha, come on, why are you shocked, he's messing with you, YN, come on, get your shit together, I swear to g-

"Not those lips" Johnny whispered leaning in slightly while staring at your mouth with a little smile.

He definitely saw how you jolted.

And he saw your shaking pupils and fidgeting fingers. He was enjoying it. What a jerk. You wanted to fight him.

You stood up on a whim. No, you weren't about to fight him. Who were you kidding? You needed to go away. You had to run away.

"Fuck-" you cursed as you hit your thigh against the edge of the desk.

"Hey-" Johnny looked at your leg. "Are you okay? Where are you-" but couldn't finish as you made a few steps and tripped on your bag's straps.

"Oh! Easy" he grabbed your arm and prevented you from falling flat on your face.

"I'm alright! I'm fine. Everything is fine", you assured him even if stuttering.

A low rumble made your head turn to look at him. His lips were pressed tightly together and his chin was shaking.

He was trying so hard not to laugh at you. But then he burst.

"No, no, wait, wait, YN, come on", he stood up and held your arm even tighter as you started to walk towards the door, mortified.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, please, stay", he added hovering over you.

You didn't want to turn around and face him. Your face was burning and you couldn't stand to feel so exposed in front of him.

“You’re allowed to laugh. It was pretty funny”, you mumbled crossing your arms on your chest.

“Will you look at me?” he asked softly. You shook your head.

Not only you had to see if the circus was open, now you were behaving like a child as well.

Johnny sighed. “I didn’t know it would affect you this way”.

Oh so now we do address the elephant in the room, huh.

“Let’s just- let’s just get back to work”, you turned around not feeling Johnny’s hand on you anymore, but he was still there making you bump your head into his chest.

“Ah-” your voice came out as a muffled sound.

Damn, it felt as if going against a wall.

Johnny’s torso vibrated on your forehead, indicating that he was laughing again. Great. There is no end to clownery.

You didn’t manage to move this time though as his fingers touched your chin and slowly raised your face to meet his gaze.

The only thing you were able to see was his neck and jawline. The desire to resist his aura and resume what you were doing before embarrassing yourself for no reason was waning.

“I thought you had some questions”, Johnny talked softly.

I don’t want to sleep with you. Come on, YN. This is what you’ve been repeating like a mantra the whole day. You don’t want it. Say it. Come on, say it. You don’t care if he’s a sex god or not.

“Yes” you whispered instead, trying to lower your head again because of the embarrassment.

Johnny let out a pensive “hm” and walked around you a few steps as if you were a pray he wanted to play with before eating. He stopped behind you and you gulped feeling his body pushing you until your thighs met the desk.

“Shall we start from the first one?” he asked, so close to your ear that you had visible goosebumps all over your body.

“What was that? This?” he touched your neck with his knuckles, going down to your shoulder, opening his palm on the side of the bust, caressing your waist, going to your stomach, stopping when he felt the button of your jeans.

“I think- I think I need a little more time to get the answer to this question-” you breathed out.

“I’m not finished”, he interrupted you, adding his other hand to the game. Then he put his lips to good use as well.

You couldn’t help it. It was overwhelming. It was too much.

You just moaned.

He wasn’t even doing that much in the first place. Groping you and kissing your neck. Was this something incredible? No. Then why you felt as if about to be thrown off the edge already?

When he slipped his cool fingers under your shirt you grabbed the edge of the desk and when he unbuttoned your jeans your whole body stretched upwards, tip toeing in his hold.

“Well” he smiled against your ear, gliding his hand underneath the fabric and making you jolt, “I was expecting some, but this exceeded my expectation” he added feeling how wet you were.

Your muscles twitched and you opened your mouth in a silent whimper as he gently picked up the pace.

But it didn’t last long. His hand soon moved and wanting to protest you turned around to look at him but the words died in your throat at the sight of his tongue licking his fingers.

He hummed at your expression. “Just tasting the meal” he explained, almost innocently. “And I must say, it’s very delicious”.

Your core got even hotter and your head lighter. You wanted to reply to that, but you had no thoughts. Not that he left you any time to do it as his hands dragged down your jeans until they met your ankles and his fingers were quick to caress your ass, making you open your legs as if he was a policeman checking if you carried something on you.

You felt so exposed. The little tiny part of your brain that still hold onto the Idontwanttosleepwithjohnny agenda was asking what were you doing.

But it soon got completely annihilated as he finally slid his fingers inside of you.

You whined loudly and he didn’t worry to tell you to keep quiet, if anything, your pretty sounds made him eager to move even quicker.

Fuck, he knew what he was doing. And he was doing it so well.

“So” he spoke up rather calmly, “the next question was?” he asked.

You let your whimpering breaths be your reply, tightening your hands on the edge of the desk and throwing your ass back to get some more.

Johnny hummed pleased. “If only you knew how beautiful you look right now”, and you grind your teeth, sucking in the air through them, feeling him so deep inside of you.

And then he wasn’t there anymore.

With a loud and dirty sound he slid his fingers out. You turned around trying to look at what he was doing through the fog of pleasure.

He smiled brightly at you as if he didn’t just fingered your pussy and grabbing your ass he made you sit on the desk, getting as close as to speak against your lips.

“Question two”, he whispered and suddenly fell on his knees, dragging your panties off your legs. He then looked up again with puppy eyes and chuckled.

“Grab my hair and direct my face where you want it” he ordered. ”Get your answer”, he added.

You swallowed nothing as your mouth got suddenly dry, completely opposite of what your dripping heat was doing, and that’s exactly where you wanted it.

His hair was soft and silky through your fingers as you nudged at his head to move. He kept on looking up at you with those honey eyes of his and it was driving you insane. His big hands wrapped your thighs and he went in.

Just like that. Burying his face between your legs, not wasting a single second.

The moan your voice formed was probably the loudest you’ve ever heard on your own lips. and your hands started to shake as you felt Johnny’s hot tongue swirling your clit.

Fuck, he was actually french kissing it.

You gripped his hair even harder while with the other arm you supported your weight on the desk.

When he raised his face to look up at you again he smiled and licked his lower lip, glistening with your juice. Then he placed the tongue on your clit again, flicking it with the tip, wanting you to see that.

“Fuck-” you whispered and threw your head back, closing your eyes, feeling Johnny’s low hums against your core.

“I think that-” you swallowed. “-I’m” you couldn’t finish your phrases. “-I’m cumming- Johnny, please-” you begged him even if not knowing for what.

When your legs started to shake by the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your whole life, you tightened your hands in his hair and he groaned doing the same with your waist, gripping it hard as if cumming himself. You were still breathing heavily while he slowly started to rise by placing soft kisses on your lower stomach, going up, lifting your shirt as he went, undressing you all.

His hands then went to your back and unclasped your bra, feeling your breasts with his palms, finally kissing your lips.

You let yourself go into the feeling, so exhausted and drained all over. He caressed you while softly biting your lower lip and you felt his hands drawing circles on your skin.

Sure that everything was over, you didn’t even notice when he unbuttoned his own jeans.

With a sudden movement he tugged you closer by grabbing your ass and filled you all up in one go.

You yelped, surprised and overwhelmed by the sudden sweet pain, panting against his lips, digging your nails into his back.

“John- Johnny”, you begged.

“Answer 3, acquired”, he spoke with a deep and breathy voice.

Yes. You gave it to him. You didn’t see or feel that many dicks before, but he was definitely the biggest on campus.

“O-okay” you replied, as if acknowledging it. “Okay” you added.

“Okay” he repeated. “Now let’s see if I can fuck you for hours or not”.

[angelsswirl]

Been Through

Summary: Y/N has been taking care of her four year old by herself. She did everything she had to make sure her daughter never wanted for anything. And she had planned to do that for the rest of her life, but Lisa Manoban and Jennie Kim have other plans.

Y/N has to make a decision: Lisa or Jennie?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: G!P Lisa and Jennie

Notes: This is my first BlackPink story so please be nice. Lol. I might post other side one shots and stuff and take requests eventually but this is it for now. Please make sure to like and rb!

Chapter 1: I've had enough of petty dues

Been about three years since I dated you. Why you still talking 'bout me like we together? I moved on for the better. You moved on to whoever.

You sighed heavily to yourself. Lily please don't do this to me today, you thought as you wrestled the denim jacket onto your stubborn four year old.

Lily only stared blankly at you as though she read your mind, but simply didn't give a shit.

Her brunette bangs flopped into her eyes, and normally she'd immediately bat them away, but moving would mean helping you get on her clothing, something she was simply not too keen to do at the moment.

You could practically feel her resisting the urge to twitch. Her eyes were turning red, and her hands were balled into tiny fists. All of this just because she didn't want to wear a stupid jacket.

Lily was stubborn. Just like her other...parent.

You swallowed harshly at the thought of Lily's....sperm donor. You're not sure if it's out of sadness or anger.

When you're finally done putting the finishing touches on Lily's outfit, you stood up and grabbed your purse. Lily could be heard frantically swatting at her bangs behind you.

"Come on, Lil. Time to go." The four year old grabbed your hand without hesitation, even though she still seemed to be mildly irritated with you.

"Where we going?"

You chuckled lightly as you locked your front door. Your precious baby. So sweet, but she had a horrible attention span.

"You know where we're going, baby. We're going to Whole Foods to get some groceries, then we're going to go pick out fish for your new tank."

Lily started to jump excitedly, "Yay! Fishies!"

Getting her into her carseat had proven to be easier than you thought, with all the excited squirming and all.

Fish were certainly a big deal to her, but grocery shopping was a big deal to you. You're an adult. Your problems are different than a four year olds. Who would've thought?

Grocery shopping was easily the bane of your existence. You didn't have to do it very often because it was only the two of you and you normally bought 2/3rds of the store when you went, but that didn't make it any less stressful.

You make it to Whole Foods sooner than you'd like. Lily is eager to get the shopping done and over with so she can get to her fish quicker. She has the right idea.

You throw your own denim jacket into the cart, Lily's small giggles erupting from where it landed.

"Where should we start first, Dancing Queen?"

Lily hummed lightly, her finger tapping her chin, "Fruit, Mommy. I want strawberries."

You nodded easily, heading over to the produce section. While Lily attempted to steal loose strawberries, you rummaged around in your purse for the grocery list you had made earlier in the week.

"You like strawberries? So do I." A voice said from somewhere near you. You normally wouldn't let strangers interact very long with Lily, but you're in Whole Foods. What could possibly go wrong?

"My Mommy says I'm not 'posed to talk to strangers." Lily said, rather brattily you might add.

"What if I told you, your Mommy and I aren't strangers?"

You glanced up from your purse at that, "No, I'm pretty sure we are stra-" Your voice cut out in shock. You're definitely not looking at a stranger.

"Hello, Y/N." The voice is so recognizable you're not even sure how you missed it.

"Jennie? What are you doing in LA?" Your question came out frantic, probably because that's how you felt.

Jennie Kim was definitely no stranger. In fact, she was the complete opposite.

Jennie's your ex.

Jennie ignored your question for the time being. Instead, she eyed your daughter curiously, "How old is she?"

"Jennie-"

"How old is she, Y/N?"

"She turned four last month." You practically whispered.

Jennie only nodded before clenching her jaw slightly.

"YG had us move here a few months ago."

Your chest skipped a beat at the word 'us'. That meant she wasn't alone. That meant all those things you tried to outrun four years ago are finally catching up with you.

"Oh."

"Yeah..."

"My name is Lily. Who are you? Why do you know my Mommy?"

Jennie looked back at you as if asking what was appropriate to say, you were in no position to speak at the moment.

"Lily. That's a beautiful name. My name is Jennie. Your Mommy and I used to be good friends." Jennie blinked harshly and spoke slowly.

Lily nodded along, that was all she needed.

"Rosé and Jisoo miss you. You should call them and hang out."

She's missing someone and you wondered if she left her out on purpose. You're too pussy to ask.

"Do you all have the same numbers?"

Jennie stuffed her hands in her pockets, "Yeah, but you're going to have to unblock mine."

It's petty. You both know it, but you deserved it and Jennie couldn't bring herself to care either way.

"I'm sorry, Jennie."

That seemed to break her general silence.

"You slept with my best friend. I don't know if your kid is mine or hers."

You rolled your eyes so hard, you're pretty sure they got stuck in the back of your head for a moment.

The claim was old and tired. The two of you had resolved that little discrepancy back in Korea.

"Can we not do this right now?"

"Now's as good a time as any...I thought we were okay, Y/N. I thought we had fixed all of our problems. Then, you just up and left."

You don't have the mental capacity to continue this conversation.

"I had to do what was best for us. I loved you, I really did, but there was just too much riding on us working out. I couldn't do that to you or myself. So, I left."

Jennie shook her head, "You could have talked to me about it."

"Jennie. Look, I love you, but we were just not going to work back then."

Jennie looked like she was about to speak again, but decided against it, her eyes drifted back to Lily's hazel ones.

"Fine. But please call me sometime soon. Maybe we can have a less hostile conversation over dinner.

"Yeah, maybe."

With one last look at Lily, Jennie turned around and resumed her own errands.

Yes, another reason to hate grocery shopping. Sometimes you run into your ex-girlfriend in the produce section and she asks you the really hard questions. Hate when that happens.