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part six // serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader

WC: 10.4k

RATING: mature/explicit/mdni—contains: angst, fluff, sex, oral sex, sa mention, child abuse mention

SYNOPSIS: Seungmin floats through life alone, haunted by his memories—keeping himself under control, and quieting his mind the only way he knows how…killing and watching the life leave his victims eyes. When you cross his path on a morning hunt, something new (something forgotten) starts to move inside of him, leading both of you on a path to confront the unspeakable past.

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[ MASTERLIST — DEITY MASTERLIST ]

The full moon shines down at you from the balcony window, and the light bounces perfectly off of the soft pink walls of the room. Seungmin is busy making the bed, moving the blankets and pillows from one yo to the other, and then stacking them. You’re supposed to be unpacking things, but you got distracted by the light coming in.

“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t mind requesting a room with a regular bed.” He sits gently to test it out, and runs his hands over the blanket to smooth it.

“If we don’t like it, we can switch tomorrow…but I’ve never slept on a yo, I should probably try it. Besides, you doubled everything up.”

“Yes, it should be comfortable. I slept on one when I was a kid. We only had yo’s at the Uljin house.”

Seungmin sneaks up next to you, and his touch sends a chill up your arms. It’s gotten softer, sweeter, and more frequent, the little touches he gives you. “Is it completely full? I should put my glasses on, it’s a little blurry.” He slides away and heads for the table where you set his things. You packed all three pairs he had in his drawer, and tonight he chooses the thick black frames.

“I like those with your short hair, you look cute”

He adjusts them and drapes himself over your shoulders. “Yeah?” Seungmin still feels a twing in his stomach—a little bit of awkwardness at the way you look at him and call him sweet things. He has plenty of confidence in his looks, but hearing you say it feels different. You looking him in the eyes and telling him anything feels different. It feels real.

“Yeah, it’s full…good timing”

“Can you see the rabbit?”

You look hard, and Seungmin laughs when you tilt your head. “Rabbit…oh yeah, I think I know this story.”

“You do?”

Maybe not. You’re suddenly drawing a blank, which is good, because now he can tell you why there is a rabbit on the moon. “I know that a story exists…I guess I don’t know much else about it.”

The moon disappears as he spins and guides you toward the bed. It seems perfect—the squishy doubled up mattress, the multiple pillows, and Seungmin’s body all surrounding you as you sleep. It can’t get much better. You pull down his neatly placed blanket and watch him pull his clothes off, piece by piece.

“Is it story time, or are you trying to start something?”

He laughs. His laughs have changed, too. They’re louder, and less hesitant every time you get a new one. “I’m always ready to start something…but the floors are heated and it makes me sweat. I don’t wanna sweat all over you.”

“Can we turn them down?”

“Yeah…” he slides under the blanket and pulls you closer, “but I don’t want you to get cold.”

Seungmin is now bearing some of the weight of your biggest secret, but the way he looks at you hasn’t changed. Everything is as it was before, or better; his touch, his laugh, his smile.

“Story time?”

“Yes, let me remember…” Seungmin flops into his back and closes his eyes, but his hand finds yours and squeezes. “A long time ago, in ancient times, there was a fox…yeou, a little monkey…wonsung-i, and...” He pauses, and turns his head to look at you, but your eyes are closed as you listen. “A rabbit, tokki. One day, Jeseokcheon, a king of the gods, decided to test the animals. He pretended to be a sick elderly man, and he approached the animals saying that he was very hungry. The fox, the monkey, and the rabbit decided to help him and went to look for food. The fox caught a fish and gave it to the old man. The monkey found and gave him berries. But the rabbit couldn’t find any food, and the grass he ate, it didn’t seem fit for the hungry old man to eat. He wanted something better for him. So, tokki made a bonfire and jumped into it, offering himself as food to save the old man. After seeing the sacrifice that tokki had made, the man revealed his true identity as Jeseokcheon and decided to send the selfless rabbit to the moon and make him its guardian, so that every living being could admire his sacrifice and good heart. Daltokki.”

“Tokki was willing to give up his life to help someone he didn’t even know?”

Seungmin nods. “And now he’s up there making tteok all the time.”

“Is this the rabbit on your music box?”

He nods again, and a smile pulls at one side of his face. “Umma loved daltokki.”

“I like him, too. And I’m sure I’d like your mom.” It might be too much—you keep giving him too much. You don’t know why. The time you’ve spent with him feels like years, not weeks, and everything that comes to mind ends up flying right out of your mouth. “Do you think she would like me, if she met me?”

“My mom would like you very much. She’s the reason I speak English so well. Imagine if we couldn’t speak to each other…”

“I would find a way”

“And she’s the reason I have any good in me at all, if I do”

“You do, Min”

“Sometimes I’m afraid she wouldn’t love me, or even like me anymore—the way I turned out, the way I get through my days, the awful things in my head.”

It’s not true, what he’s thinking, but you don’t know how to make him see himself the way you see him. You know what he does, but seeing him behind closed doors in his most private moments…he’s not a bad person. He’s just him, doing the bad things his brain tells him to do. Seungmin is hurting; he’s afraid, and he’s lonely…less lonely now. He’s doing terrible things, but he’s not the nightmare he claims to be.

The real nightmare is whatever happened to him—the bad dreams that plague him and make his urges worse.

“That’s not true, I don’t believe that. She would love you more than anything.” You remember the photo of the two of them, and the one of his smiling face that she probably took. “You still feel it all around you, and in your flowers…that’s how strong it is. I know you were talking to her.”

Tears are threatening to fall. You see them brimming and shining as he stares quietly at the ceiling. “Did he hurt you?”

You pause for a moment and think. The memories still come back, but you’ve gotten very good at shoving them right back down. “Sometimes. He liked to hit, but he preferred his hands over everything else…so I guess it could have been worse. My sister got my mother’s love, but she got all of his attention, too. He hurt her more.”

“Is that why you killed him, to protect her?”

“I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take another night listening to him.”

There’s some reluctance in his face, but you wait for him to get there. “How? You were fourteen. You’re small now, you must have been tiny then. How did you kill him?”

“I gave him too many heart pills. He trusted me to cook for him and feed him, so I—” you watch Seungmin’s eyes grow. “I crushed them up in his food.”

“You poisoned him”

“Yeah, I guess you could call it that. It took a few hours, but it worked.”

“Did things get better after that?”

“It was manageable. We had to move—we lived in my aunts basement until I turned 18, and then I finally left.”

Seungmin moves closer, and wraps you up in his arms. The smell and warmth of his bare skin calms you, and makes you feel homesick all at once. Homesick for what, though, the apartment? Leaving Seoul and running from something that might happen has been the best thing that has happened, in a weird way. What if you could always be like this—just the two of you, alone, surrounded by the quiet mountains?

And what if you nudged him for more of himself right now? Maybe you could get it…just some even exchange. You need to know everything about him, but you’ll take whatever little piece you can get.

“Was Daltokki one of your bedtime stories?”

“It’s a Chuseok story, but yes…sometimes she would tell it to me at bedtime when the moon was full.”

The twinge of jealousy at his normal childhood disappears as soon as you remember how brief it was, and probably not that normal. Seungmin lived in Uljin with his mother who loved him, and his stepfather who didn’t, until he was nine, but you don’t know much else. “Did she always have a story, every night?”

“Almost every night. She read me stories in English to help me learn, but she couldn’t speak it around me much otherwise…at least not if my stepfather was home.”

“He didn’t like you?”

“He despised me from the moment he saw me. I was two when my dad died, and three when my mom married him, and he tortured me for six long years—ignored me, or disciplined me whether I deserved it or not. Eventually he took any opportunity he could to…scare me, I guess...break me."

You weren’t expecting Seungmin to open up, but he may be evening out the trauma with what you gave him. Maybe enough time has passed, and his comfort with you has grown. The joint killing had to have helped that.

“He would send me to bed without dinner all the time, but he was also good at making up new punishments without mom even knowing he was doing it.”

“Oh, Minnie.” The torture he put himself through sitting on the balcony makes more sense now. It seems like the type of discipline his stepfather would come up with, and unfortunately, it stuck to Seungmin. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

The blank look on his face, and the slow, thoughtful blinks, “he would lock me in that shed all night. I remember him sitting on the porch and smoking, making sure my mom didn’t wake up and see what he was doing. Not that she could stop him…”

So far, he’s said much more than you expected, and you’re not sure if he’s drained, or if talking about this has made him feel a little lighter.

“I just remembered something. I dreamt about it last night, but it may have been a memory.”

“Tell me”

Seungmin lets you place a hand on his cheek, and he closes his eyes and waits as you run your thumb across his lips.

“He drove me into the woods, the same pine forest we drove through…I’m not sure how far we went, but in my mind, as a kid, it felt like forever. Yeah, I remember sitting in the backseat and fogging up the window with my breath. I drew something in it.” He stops and sets his hand on yours. “It was cold out, it was far into winter. Just like now. We got out and walked right off the road to a clearing, and he told me run out and grab some of the nice pieces of wood to burn when we got home.”

You sigh, because you feel like you know where this is going.

The color drains from his face as he settles more into the bed. It’s as if he’s trying to find more warmth from the chill of his memory. “I listened, because I always obeyed him. I grabbed an armful of sticks, just the best ones, and I ran back to the road…and he was gone. I screamed for him, and cried for umma until I lost my voice.”

There is no stopping his tears, and finally, for the first time, Seungmin is letting you see him cry. He needs it, but you pull him close and knead your hand into his neck, so tense until your fingertips find just the right spot. You don’t interrupt—everything is quiet around his shallow, gasping breaths. As soon as you pull back to look at him, he grabs your neck and kisses, and it’s messy…wet and salty from his tears, but you kiss right back until he finally exhausts himself.

The silence carries on, and you watch him as he wipes at his cheeks and nose. You want him to keep going, but you also know when too much is too much. Are you the first person Seungmin has really unloaded his memories on, or did he have someone else to confide in at some point in the last fifteen years? It’s a long time to keep quiet.

“Sorry,” he covers his face and mumbles through his hands. “I didn’t mean to…” and takes in a deep, shaky breath. “

“Didn’t mean to what? You can tell me anything, and you can cry all over me if you need to.”

“The kiss,” he grabs a corner of the sheet and wipes at the mess he left on your face, “so messy.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face, at least—a little sparkle in his eyes, and again, for the umpteenth time, you wonder how you ended up where you are, in a strange hotel in the mountains, with him. The seriousness of the situation you’re in was almost forgotten until right this moment, but you don’t see the point in bringing it back to the front of his mind right now. What will checking the security cameras do, except ruin the mood? Or really ruin the mood, if he sees something this time.

No, you’ll do what you can to stay right here with him.

“In my dream, I was standing in that clearing again. Me, as I am right now. But there was something there with me. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it walking around me and scratching at bark on the trees. And something was burning, it was snowing…but not snow, it was um, from the fire…”

“The cinders…embers were falling?”

“Yes, embers. They looked like snow.”

“Scratching?" Now you start to remember. "And then?”

“I woke up, and then fell back asleep. When I woke up again, you were dreaming, so I woke you up.”

“That’s right, I was dreaming…and, what the fuck?” Everything starts falling into place. You thought about this yesterday, but the pain in your stomach pushed it out of your mind. The scratches, his dream, your dream, “you woke me up, because you heard the scratches on the door, right? And you left, and—”

“I didn't hear anything. Was this your dream? Hey, don’t cry…”

The tears come out of nowhere and without your permission, just like his did. The air you try to pull in gets stuck in your chest, and Seungmin’s hands on you makes you cry even harder. He backs off for a moment. “What is happening? Why…god, I feel crazy.” You sit up and wipe at your face. “I think I’m hearing things.”

Seungmin sighs, and you hear it through the muffled pump of blood in your ears. He’s looking at you, but he’s not *looking* at you…he’s thinking, and his eyes dart around when he notices you staring at him. “Minnie,” you move closer—almost sit in his lap, and put your arms around him.

“It’s scary sometimes”

“I’m sorry”

“It’s gone away, mostly. I think the medicine is helping that. But I can’t hear her anymore…I haven’t heard her lately, at least.”

The voices in the greenhouse, Seungmin’s auditory hallucinations. So he’s fully aware her voice isn’t actually there, or anywhere. That doesn’t matter to him, though, because he misses hearing it. “Maybe she’ll come back when we get to Uljin, when we get some flowers.”

“That would be nice”

You get back under the blankets and make yourself comfortable, “get in here.” He smiles like the heavy conversation didn’t even happen, and folds himself around you. Seungmin can keep you plenty warm without help from the heated floor. “It’s late, are you tired?”

“A little.” Despite the soft, sleepiness of his voice, his hands end up beneath your shirt and slowly work their way up your back. It’s an innocent touch, though—just a need for contact. “How is your stomach? No pain tonight, I hope.”

Fortunately, the horrible, stabbing pain eased up and hasn’t returned again. The dizziness comes and goes, but it’s not bad enough to send you to the floor. It’s nowhere near bad enough to mention and worry him again, and to let the idea of a hospital visit re-enter his mind. “No, everything feels okay.”

He replies with a kiss, a hand moving back down and squeezing your ass, then your thigh, tight enough to make you jump. Seungmin pulls your leg until you wrap it around his hip, and now you can feel what he needs. He’s not quite there, but he wants to be, and you’ll make sure it happens. A roll of your hips into his makes contact, and just enough friction to get a groan out of him. It’s nice like this, and easy…face to face, close enough to kiss and touch him.

The last few days without him, with the thought of his last fuck being with that girl, has been torture, but it felt like the wrong time when you laid in bed with him. Worrying, wondering, and sick. You’re finally here. You free him from his shorts and feel his cock grow in your hand, and lose yourself in the noises he makes as he kisses. He pulls you again, grips the back of your thigh and slides his fingers over you, but your clothes are still in his way. He grabs the thin fabric and pulls it to the side, and two fingers tease, slide between your lips, and slowly push inside of you.

“Are you comfortable like this?”

“Very comfortable”

His fingers push in and out, waiting patiently. He knows how much work it takes to get in, and Seungmin wants you wet in this new position.

“Can your leg stretch…” he grabs behind your knee and pulls it high, and he seems satisfied with how much he can spread you open. “Good,” he whispers and moans against your lips when he feels you guiding him into you. He pushes in gently, just a few inches, and then he gives you everything.

“Good,” you whine and hold tight to him as he pumps into you. “Oh…mmm, Minnie…”

“I’ve missed how you feel”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grips your waist and pulls you close, “so good.” Seungmin pants into your mouth, “so soft,” and nibbles at your lips as he finds a perfect rhythm. “Fuck…ah, jagi,” he whimpers, and mutters something in Korean, over and over as he fucks you.

If only you could understand him. All you have to go off of is *how* he sounds as he says it, and that feels good. But jagi, you know what that means.

“Nae jag-eun tokki…”

You watch his mouth form each word as he says it.

"Nae…salang…” he laughs, and you can feel him working up the courage to continue. But he’s done this already, so why the hesitancy?

You say it back to him, “nae salang”, bite gently at his lips.

He closes his eyes, and he keeps them closed even after you pull back. “Salanghae,” and he hides himself away in your neck.

“Nado salanghae”

Seungmin comes right back after your words hit his ears. You hope they hit him even harder in his own language. You’re not sure how to tell him in a way that expresses how it feels swirling around inside of you, but you made sure to learn how to tell him properly. The words in your head don’t seem big enough, and at the same time, your head is making you feel silly for feeling the way you do, and as much as you do.

Seungmin feels it, too, and he can’t look you in the eyes when he tells you. It’s still too much for him.

It’s too much for you, too. The tightness in your chest, the pounding of your heart. Your body feels like it’s somewhere else, but you feel his soft, strong hands on your back and ass, keeping you close…his lips on yours, on your cheek and neck. His hips rolling, and his cock gripped tight around you, stretching, pushing deeper and hitting right where you need it. You can’t hold yourself together, and you don’t care how thin the walls might be. Seungmin doesn’t care, either—he smiles even wider as you moan and cry his name.

“Don’t slow down,” you whine.

Seungmin holds your hips as you try to push him on his back and fuck him yourself. He resists, but lets you move on him, and he slows you down. “Not yet.”

“You feel so good”

“I’m gonna make you feel even better”

He pulls out and pushes your hips until you’re on your back, and gets you out of your panties. Seungmin is careful, but he still handles you like he’s desperate to get back inside of you. He turns you until you’re facing the window, your leg is up, held tight, and he’s in again. It does feel better like this, even at his pace—the slow push in against your g-spot numbs everything except the orgasm building.

Seungmin lets go of your leg and his fingers are on your clit, rubbing lightly, listening to you whine for him as it gets even closer. “Faster…slower?” He whispers and runs his teeth along your shoulder.

“Fast”

His fingers and his hips move faster, and he bites down.

“Fuck…fuck, I’m gonna come”

Seungmin laughs like he’s tipsy. He’s drunk on you, and his mind is numb to everything but this…fucking you just like you want it—

You feel yourself gush everywhere as your body shakes.

He slides out and feels it hit his thighs, and it keeps coming as he rubs your clit—warm, and wet, and messy. You soak the sheets, but Seungmin is still rubbing more out, and your orgasm takes its time running through you.

Seungmin breaths hard in your ear, but he’s speechless as he looks down at you, down at his fingers stroking. Another soft bite on your shoulder, and he stifles a laugh. “Wow,” he whispers as he finally slows down. But he doesn’t stop. He slides his cock into your dripping entrance. “Come for me again. Please.”

“Again?”

“Please.” He holds your leg and gives your clit a break as he works himself back to where he was. “I didn’t think you could get any more wet.”

The tone of his voice deepens, and that’s all it takes to get you going. His head hits that same spot—that perfect spot. You can feel every inch and every curve as his short, fast strokes slip in and out. Your swollen, sensitive clit throbs, and you need him to touch you, but you wait until you know he’s close. You wait…and wait, until his breath catches in his throat—until he makes the desperate noises you’re more familiar with now.

“Touch me”

As soon as his hand makes contact, yours hits, and he groans as he fills you up. You drip and squirt through his fingers as he keeps your orgasm going, and his cum mixes and runs out with yours, onto your thighs, and his…all over the sheets. He doesn’t stop until you do, and you feel another gush as he slides out. It feels too good. Whatever he did is still moving through every nerve as you hit the bed, but Seungmin can’t help but touch and slide his fingers into the mess escaping.

“Oh my god,” you pant, and try to keep your heart from exploding.

Seungmin laughs again—his tipsy laugh, like he’s not quite sure what’s going on, he just knows he feels good. “I didn’t know you could do that.” He pulls you until you’re facing him again and looks you over…eyes watering, cheeks pink, your tshirt, somehow still on, but working its way up your back, and your messy, trembling thighs.

“Neither did I”

“That was your first time?”

You nod, and collapse into his chest, “sorry, what a mess.”

“But did it feel good?” He’s smiling and giving you doe eyes when you look at him. Seungmin doesn’t need your approval, he heard you screaming…but he still wants more.

“Good?”

“Mhm. I’ve never made anyone do that before, how does it feel?”

It’s hard to describe, and it was a little embarrassing in hindsight, but… “felt like you were fucking every nerve in my body all at the same time, and every bit of tension disappeared. Probably how you feel when you come inside of me, maybe better.”

“Sounds better”

“It was intense”

“It was hot.” He slowly gets to his feet and stretches, and when he seems satisfied with how his legs feel, he heads for the closet. “Hopefully I can get you there again.”

One set of fresh sheets sits on the top shelf, fortunately, so you work on getting up and pulling off the wrecked ones. Also fortunately, it didn’t soak through both sheets to the mattress cover. But as soon as you kneel and start gathering them, another gush of cum trickles out, and you have to stop and wait for it to pass.

“I can change these, why don’t you go run a bath?”

“Seungmin, you’re very thoughtful…has anyone ever told you that?”

He thinks, but not for long. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Well, you are…you’re more thoughtful than most of the people I’ve encountered”

“I’m also a little selfish, because I’m getting in, too”

The water is as hot as you can stand it, and every time it cools down, you top it off and heat it back up.

“How did you get out of the woods?”

“Hm?”

He sounds so much more tired, and he should be.

“When you were left there”

“Oh, right. It took a few hours, but my mom finally found me. She said she drove up and down all the roads, got out and yelled for me every mile or so. Her voice carried pretty well through the trees, thankfully.”

“Did she know he left you there?”

“He told her I wandered off, but she knew better. And she also knew not to question him.”

“That had to have messed with your head, being left out there”

“It did. For a while, I couldn’t sleep through the night. I still have a letter she wrote to me not long after that, in the music box.”

The butterfly—you remember peeking and wondering about it. You almost poked around too much and read it. “The origami butterfly?”

“Yeah. And she made me wear her medallion, too. I never got to give it back.”

Now you’re much more curious about that letter. “I haven’t worn my necklace in years, I don’t know why I still carry it around with me.” A little piece of your past you can’t let go of.

“Are you catholic?”

“No, but I briefly considered confessing my sins. I never did, I was too full of attrition. It seemed pointless. Are you? Or were you?”

“No, but my mom had a lot of catholic friends when she lived in the states. I think some of it rubbed off on her, and she liked the archangels.”

You stand carefully and reach for a towel. The heat is actually starting to get to you, and the dizziness is fighting its way back. Seungmin waits for you step out, and then he follows close behind.

“Do you want the heat on?”

The room is a little chilly, especially against your damp skin, but a cool room and warm blankets might be the best idea. “No, but if you do…” You watch his towel fall away as he starts to dry his arms and shoulders, and you shouldn’t be lusting after him already, but he makes it difficult without even trying.

“We should check the cameras again”

That’s enough to get you back down to earth. You nod at him, and dig out your laptop. It’s long overdue, and should have been checked again a few hours ago, but the two of you got far too distracted when the secrets and stories started coming out.

He gets back into the fresh sheets and pulls up the footage, and this time he starts with the live feed.

“Front entrance looks okay, side entrance, too. Back door…oh, why is it propped open?”

“It’s open?”

He widens the angle, but the night vision isn’t giving much. “Yeah, it’s a fire exit. It’s supposed to stay closed.”

Seungmin’s voice changes. He doesn’t like what he’s seeing, regardless of how small and insignificant it seems—just a door left open. You can feel the tension on him, and it scares you a little. He starts the feed on the back door from where he left off earlier, and he speeds through it.

“Can you get my phone?”

He has to power it up again, and it feels like it takes forever, but the footage keeps him occupied until he can refresh the news sites from earlier. And he’s quiet as he scrolls.

“Seungmin…slow down the footage”

He stops it, goes back a few minutes, and then starts it again. “That…” he points at the top right corner, “is a police car.”

It’s the smallest corner of a headlight and front bumper.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, brand new Sonata…white, and only police cars have that blue stripe over the hood.”

Just as he finishes, two men walk into view; a cop, and another man that you can only assume is an inspector. That one goes for the door, unlocks it, and opens it exactly how it was open on the live camera.

“If it’s still open, they’re still in there.” Back to the live feed, the wide angle…and everything is suddenly lit up by a pair of headlights parking exactly where the car was before. Seungmin is quiet as he watches, but you have to assume his heart is pounding like yours is. “Yeah, they are.” Two cops walk into the shot and disappear through the open door, but this time, it closes behind them.

“Do you want me to be practical again?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind”

“They have to check. Maybe there was just enough for a judge to issue a warrant.”

Seungmin looks at you, purses his lips.

“Actually, I don’t know if it works the same here. Maybe I’m not helping.”

“No, you’re right…if I wasn’t there to grant permission, they could get a warrant. I’m assuming they did.”

“And they have to search everywhere. Knock on every door. Ask questions. You keep turning your phone off, so you may have missed some calls asking for permission. Especially with the spotty service where we’ve been staying.”

“If they search the apartment, they’ll figure out who I am, what kind of car I’m driving, where I’m from. My background is clean, but…if they can find us…and if they find something weird…”

The defeat in his eyes is surprising. You know he’s stronger than this, and smarter, but he might need time to process what’s actually happening.

“I’m sorry, Minnie. None of this would have happened if I had just left when I was supposed to.”

Now he looks truly defeated. His big, watery eyes burn right through you, but you know it’s true. You distracted him, you helped him stay on his medication, and then you continued to distract him. Seungmin had been doing very well, so you think. He was smart about his kills, and about his habits, and he probably didn’t draw attention to himself in public.

“Then I’m glad it happened”

As much as you want to slap him and tell him you were never worth all of this, it’s far too late. There is no point in dwelling on the damage you’ve caused if you can’t go back and change it—you’ll have to fix it in real time. Seungmin clearly sees something in you that you might never find, but you see in him what he overlooks, as well. If you try hard enough, maybe you can understand his growing devotion. It’s there for you, too…you’re pretty certain you would die for him.

Both of you somehow fell asleep without the help of tea or medicine, you’ll happily assume because of the comfort of each other, and the idea that you’re jumping to the next place sooner than Seungmin had planned. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. He seems like he does have a plan. He has to, because he’s had a long figure out how to protect himself in case the worse happened.

You only sleep about three hours, though, and when you wake, Seungmin isn’t under the covers next to you. He’s in the corner repacking what you unpacked not long ago.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No...should I get up and get dressed?”

“Unless you’re still tired. The sun isn’t quite up yet, we have some time.”

True, but if you fall asleep again, you might wake up much more tired. And the adrenaline is already starting when you remember everything that happened. “No, I’m okay.”

Ten minutes into the drive, which will apparently be a long one, Seungmin explains his plan—which he admits isn’t completely solid…and very disjointed, but it’s all he has. “I was a little cocky. I never thought I’d actually have to worry about this.” He glances at you, “don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you still think this is your fault”

“Can we at least agree that we are both at fault in some way?”

“If the guilt makes you happy”

“Thank you. Where are we headed?”

“Daegu, it’s a bit of a drive, and it’s out of the way…but it might be a good idea to switch cars”

A second car shouldn’t surprise you, but it wasn’t something that crossed your mind. “Unregistered, I’m assuming?”

“Of course”

You actually started getting used to the backroads and small towns, and after another two hours, you’re still in them. Seungmin knows his way around without any sort of direction, and no map pulled up on his phone (off again), and it makes him even more attractive to you. He may not have a solid plan, and he might be much more nervous beneath the surface, but Seungmin is capable of handling things when he has to, and all he wants you to do is sit back and watch.

“What is it?” He glances at you briefly, and merges into the far left lane that leads to Seokjeon-ri.

“Hm? Nothing”

The car slows as he turns and then you’re on a new, smaller stretch of road.

“I feel you staring at me”

“That’s because I’m staring at you”

“Because I’m so handsome?”

You watch a reluctant smile appear, and eventually, it turns into a laugh.

“Yeah, that’s exactly why”

“This isn’t even my good side”

“You have a bad side?”

He laughs again. You’re glad you can still make him laugh. “When I look in the mirror I do, yeah”

“I like both sides”

The car slows, and you force your eyes away from him to look at your surroundings. Another small town, but not quite as small as the previous two. Seungmin drives down a narrow road, barely big enough for two way traffic, and after a mile or so, he pulls into a maze of storage units. The car turns left, and right, and right again, and you eventually stop paying attention as you weave in and out of the identical rows.

“Almost there,” he glances down at his watch, and then gives you a smile. “Oh, here it is.”

It feels good to get out and stretch your legs—Seungmin does, too…he lifts his arms and stretches his back and rubs his neck as he pulls a set of keys from his pocket. Unit 3047 is the one he leads you to, and it takes him some time to get the locks, both of them, to unlock and unstick from their rusted latches. You watch as he bends and grabs the handle, pulls, and it slides up easily. The car is inside, very well covered, and this rundown looking storage unit is surprisingly nice on the inside.

“Do you want some help?”

“Yeah, come grab this side”

You walk inside, and you’re right about it being nice. It’s not cold in here—it’s well insulated, it’s finished, and the vent on the ceiling seems to be doing its job. He grabs a corner, and you follow. The first layer comes off, just a loose tarp, and now you can see the shape of the car beneath its cover. Seungmin does this one himself, pulling one side loose, and then the other. You grab a piece and pull, carefully lifting it over the side mirror. The front end is a pristine, shiny dark blue, and as you walk the cover off…

“I assumed we’d be detracting from ourselves, but—“

“But you like it, right?”

The cover falls to the ground as he starts to gather it up, and you look at it from every angle, starting at the back. Turbo on the left side, Toyota Supra on the right. “Of course I like it. And it’s my favorite color.” You’re starting to think Seungmin has a secret need for your praise and approval, which is fine. You’ll give him that all day. “It’s almost as pretty as you.”

“It’s the same age as you”

“Oh…thanks. No more compliments for you today.”

He knew it sounded wrong as soon as it left his mouth, but it was too late. “Maybe several days. Sorry, just a stupid observation.”

“It’s okay, you’re still young and awkward when you’re not being cool and charismatic.” You wait for him to unlock the doors, and then slide in. “Did you pick this out yourself?”

“No, this belonged to my dad—my real dad. He left it to me when he died.” He’s silent as he starts it, almost as if there’s some fear of the engine not turning over, but it does, and it sounds good. “Am I awkward?”

“Sometimes, but it’s cute. I mean…you’re not cute, I take that back.”

The first time taking it out of storage since last May, and he still managed to keep control on the one long, straight empty stretch of highway before getting close to Daegu. He hit 155 kilometers per hour, but just for a few seconds. He knows better than to get pulled over in this car. It’s not unregistered, like he told you, but it is registered under a different name, and the license should still be in the glove box. He didn’t double check.

“Feel better?” You say, and Seungmin looks at you stretched out in the passenger seat. “Getting a little bit of speed?”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s easy to do in this.” He slows and finds his exit, and looks at you again when he can take his eyes off the road. “What’s wrong?” Maybe nothing, but you suddenly look very uncomfortable sitting up, unbuckled, gripping the edge of the seat.

“Can you stop the car?”

He pulls off and onto the shoulder as you swing the door open, and you make it out just in time to throw up the coffee and cream bread you had an hour ago. Seungmin is out and next to you as it happens a second time, and a third, and then your face disappears in your folded arms.

“You okay?” He knows you’re probably not, and he feels a little guilty for speeding and causing this, but there’s not much else to say. And there’s not much else to do aside from rubbing his palm across your back and hoping it somehow soothes you. He hears your muffled mhm and sees the slight nod of your head, but you don’t move back to your seat. “I’ll find us a nice room and get you something for your stomach. We’re almost there.”

“I think I’m okay now”

But you’re colorless when you look at him, and your eyes are red and watery.

“Let me know if you need me to stop again”

The hotel is nicer this time, and while he is a little concerned about his now limited money, he decides he’d rather have you staying somewhere that feels more like the apartment, plus all the amenities. And now that you’re in the city, somewhere closer to a hospital—he doesn’t mention that, though.

“How long?”

“For now I booked a week”

“A week? You think we’ll stay that long this time?”

“It’s big enough here, and pretty crowded. Nobody will notice us much. How is your stomach? I can find you some dakjuk is you’re hungry.”

“Dak juk?”

“Chicken and rice porridge. It would be easy on your stomach. Or maybe just some tea if you have no appetite.” He doesn’t want to keep hovering when you don’t feel well, but at the same time, he does. You’ve already done the same for him. “Or maybe sleep is what you need.”

“We both need sleep”

“Okay, we’ll sleep…and we can worry about dinner later”

But when you say sleep, you mean getting into bed and holding him. You are tired after the last few days, especially last night, but touching and hanging on him is the necessary part of getting into bed and falling asleep. You wouldn’t even deny him if he was in the mood, because you’ve been feeling feral over the sight and the thought of him since last night. Your lust is outweighing the sour feeling in your stomach.

And that’s what you do—get him into bed with you and make him your little spoon. You kiss his neck and shoulders, touch him softly, run the tips of your fingers over his side. It only helps him relax, and he seems to quiet and fall to sleep with no trouble. Probably for the best, because you start to fall into your sleep immediately after.

Seungmin feels your hands on him, but he knows he’s still stuck in his sleep. He’s dreaming, and you’re in this one, finally. The problem is, there’s something wrong, and he can’t figure out what it is. The dream version of you is looking to him for an answer because you just want to feel okay again, but he doesn’t know what to do.

“Hmm?” Seungmin rolls over in his half-sleep, and he starts to wake up. It’s taking so much effort to pull himself out of it, though. “Tokki?”

“Minnie, I’m right here”

His arms fold you into a sleepy embrace. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Dreaming?” You rub circles over his back, “what are you dreaming about, love?”

Finally, his eyes open and he sees just beyond your shoulder. He sees the window, curtain halfway open, covered in night sky. “I’m awake.” But he doesn’t let go. “I’ll fix everything.”

“There’s nothing to fix right now. All we’re gonna worry about is what to eat for dinner.”

/ / /

Ten days…that’s how long you’ve been in this hotel suite in the middle of Daegu. Seungmin was right about not being noticed, of course. It’s not as busy as Seoul, but it’s busy enough for people to not care about you as you go about your business. It feels normal again, like being back at the apartment and occasionally leaving to stretch your legs, or get the necessities. No more shopping trips and no more splurging—it’s a good thing you didn’t have time to get used to that sort of lifestyle, because it might not be there in the future.

You come home with the only foods you’ve had any luck keeping down: ingredients for dal juk, because Seungmin makes it surprisingly well, eggs, tuna…and your favorite, which Seungmin hates—leftover rice and bananas in milk.

“I can find you some good rice pudding somewhere” is his comment every time you make it.

“You can, and then I’ll just eat both”

So now he walks the four blocks to get it every time you mention it to him.

The security cameras have given nothing significant in all of this time away, and Seungmin seems much more relaxed because of it. Neither of you have let the idea of complete safety get too far into your minds, though. You still don’t know if they found anything significant, but if they have, it was small enough to be taken out discreetly.

“We did get rid of everything suspicious, right?” He’s asked that two separate times while you reviewed footage. Both times you assured him you did.

Tonight, over dinner, you check the live feed briefly before he decides to put on the news, but there’s nothing mentioned about a missing girl, a murder, the apartment building…nothing.

“I feel like we dreamed this whole thing,” Seungmin leans back on the couch and sighs, “how can there be nothing?"

He looks inviting sitting there, even though he’s a little frustrated, “maybe we just missed it, and they looked and found nothing and started searching somewhere else,” so you climb on the couch and onto him, sit in his lap, and start the process of getting him out of his clothes. “And we can just go home soon, and this will have been a really nice bonding trip for us.”

“Bonding trip?” He jumps when you grab his sides, “yeah, I guess we did get to know each other better.” He’s told you more than he ever imagined speaking out loud. Someone sticking around and comforting him after telling his stories seems like a weird dream, too.

“And I love you even more than I thought I could”

The flutter in his stomach comes out in a nervous laugh, because it still feels so strange hearing, and it feels strange coming from him when he can get it out. But he knows you mean it, because he feels it all. “Yeah?”

Seungmin groans when you take his soft cock in your hand and stroke, and you get a mhm out after he pulls you in for a kiss. “Yeah. I love you, and your warm hands, and your sweet mouth…”

“You need me again…already?” He teases as he leans back and watches your hands on him. “Last night wasn’t enough?”

“I can never get enough of you”

He’s already getting hard, and his hips move to match the steady up and down of your hand. You’ve been all over him, needy and horny, since the night you spent at the moon dream hotel. Tired, but not tired enough. Every night, you’ve initiated, and every time, Seungmin has happily accepted your advances.

“I have plenty to give”

He watches you move to the floor and get between his knees, and your eyes move between him and his growing cock. A long, slow lick from the base to the tip of his head, and a shiver runs over him—Seungmin can feel a wave of goosebumps on his thighs, his arms, and up his neck.

It’s a lot of work, but you enjoy the act of touching and licking and getting as much of him in your mouth as you can, and you’ve gotten more and more in over the last several weeks. Seungmin loves watching your progress, and he likes watching you just like this—on your knees, taking your time, worshipping every inch of him.

Another wet lick up his length and you suck his head into your mouth, tongue him slowly as you work him in and out, a little deeper each time.

“That’s good,” he whispers and runs his knuckles across your cheek until you look at him.

Seungmin feels you gag on him—he feels the quick squeeze of your throat before you pull back, and then you do it again, and again. Both hands grip him and stroke, twist, and suddenly he’s squirming under your touch. Your tongue comes out for another taste, over his head, around it, sucking it back in while you keep stroking and slowly working his orgasm out of him. The sounds he lets slip out are less subdued each time, and Seungmin no longer cares how vulnerable you make him. The way you look at him and smile at those sounds makes him come so much harder. But by now, you usually switch up and climb on him to finish. This time you keep going—devouring as much of him as you can and stroking the rest, and it’s perfect, the rhythm and speed. You’ve gotten used to taking his cock anywhere he wants to put it, and now you want to finish right here.

“Gonna make me come…is that what you want?”

You look up and smile as you lick him.

“Yeah, you do. You hungry for it, bunny?”

“I want it”

Seungmin’s thighs tremble and his stomach tightens. His head swims, and he wants to tell you how much he loves you right now but instead he just screams it in his head. He loves you, and he loves watching you taking him like it’s the only thing keeping you going, and swallowing his cum will wash away all of your sins. It makes him feel powerful again, despite being so weak for you. You’re weak for him. Together, you could destroy each other…

Seungmin releases with no warning, but you’re still on him, pumping everything you can into your eager mouth, letting it trickle down your chin, not stopping until you're sure he's given you everything.

“Let me see,” he grips the back of your neck and so he can look at you and your mouth, overflowing with him. “Swallow.” The cum escaping is swiped up, and you close your mouth around his thumb as he pushes it in. “Good,” he coos and leans in for a kiss.

“Yeah? Was it good?”

He kisses harder, tastes himself on your lips. “It was perfect.” Seungmin smiles against yours lips, “was I good?”

“Mhm, very…I should do this more often”

A phone buzzes on the kitchen table, and it makes both of you jump. The post-orgasm bliss is cut short, but despite it, he still pulls you close for another kiss before rising from the couch.

“Is your phone on?”

“Yeah, I decided to leave it on for a few hours.” The curiosity got the better of him—wondering if someone would call, whether it was someone asking about the building, or his doctor. This call is not from his doctor, and the screen says unknown caller.

He picks it up and starts the conversation. You listen carefully though you can’t catch any of Seungmin’s quick words. It’s a short phone call, less than a minute, and when he hangs up, he looks at you and smiles.

“Who was it?”

“Senior Inspector Byeon.” He says it very casually, smiling.

“A cop? What did they say?”

“He said they’ve been trying to reach me, and I told him I’ve been in Daegu visiting family…and I asked what the problem was.” He pauses.

“And?”

“And he wanted to apologize for the intrusion on my building…and in my apartment, because of a false police report. They were tipped off and couldn’t find any evidence of the girl anywhere. Nothing on the security footage. Nothing from my tenants. They didn’t want me coming back to a surprise.”

“They didn’t find anything?”

“But if something changed, or evidence was found that linked to the building, he’d be in touch.”

“Did it sound like they were expecting to find something?”

“No, he didn’t think so”

“So we can go home?”

“Do you wanna go home?”

You think, look around the hotel room you’ve broken in, and think about how good everything has been between the two of you. “We should stay here a little longer.”

“Okay, let’s get cleaned up and go get ourselves a treat”

Seoul is safe—the apartment, the building, his bank account, so Seungmin’s pockets are suddenly bottomless again. He picks a cafe a few blocks from the hotel, and fills the table with whatever he thinks you might like; a slice of chocolate cake, a soufflé covered in caramelized bananas, a raspberry strudel, a plate full of hotteok, and two cappuccinos.

“Are we going to eat all of this?” You laugh, but immediately pick up a fork and take a bite of the cake.

Seungmin does the same, and then tries strudel. “We’re gonna try, you haven’t been eating enough.”

“I know. I have been feeling a little better recently, but I don’t like testing it.”

“We’ll have our leftovers for breakfast,” he says, but he’s distracted by a loud group walking into the cafe, all men, and probably younger than Seungmin. He knows better than to look and attract their attention, but he turns away a moment too late.

One of them speaks, but he ignores it and takes a sip of his coffee.

“What does he want?” You ask quietly.

“Nothing, just don’t look at them.”

He speaks again, to Seungmin, and then he seems to say something directed toward you. His friends don’t join in, but they don’t seem bothered by anything happening.

“Please, give it a rest,” he says softly.

A flashback to Seungmin’s temper, the bartenders bloody, broken nose, and the crack in the plaster wall. That can’t happen again, not now…not after finally being able to relax. Again, you’re in the dark listening to their fast-paced Korean—first the stranger, then Seungmin again. You can hear his anger growing.

“Hey,” your hand closes over his, “maybe we should just go.”

“Not yet”

The stranger speaks again.

“What is he saying?”

“He’s just being an ass”

Your heart jumps when Seungmin stands, and he’s at least a few inches taller than all of them. More than anything, he has a way of looking intimidating without much effort. But he’s one, and they’re three.

The cafe owner finally notices and yells at them to leave, but they ignore her.

“Min?” He doesn’t hear you, or he acts like he doesn’t. You wish he would look at you, because everything is starting to turn sideways. “Minnie?”

The anger in him is ready to spill over. Nothing would feel better than his hands around this boys neck, squeezing, crunching, destroying his windpipe and watching him writhe and gasp for air on the floor. Watching the light leave his eyes as he wondered if the things he said about you was worth his life.

The owner yells something, points over his shoulder, and all he sees is you, slowly falling from the chair and landing on the hard floor. He runs to you, and his anger disappears as if it never existed at all.

“Jagiya…what’s wrong? Open your eyes”

He hears the woman say she’s calling an ambulance, but he doesn’t want to believe that’s necessary. You just fainted because you said you get dizzy when you’re anxious. The vertigo hit when you were worried he would do something stupid, and he almost did. Seungmin could feel and see his fist meeting the boys jaw—he could hear the crack.

“Please open your eyes.” Your skin is hot. He places a kiss on your forehead, and then moves to your mouth. Seungmin can feel your slow breaths against his lips.

“Minnie, please be good,” you say, and groan in pain.

“I am…I was good”

He’s there when your eyes open. Confused, still dizzy, and now a throbbing pain in your shoulder. Seungmin looks just as confused. “What happened?”

“You passed out”

You feel stupid sitting here in a hospital bed—like a burden, like you’re wasting everyone’s time, and like you’re just causing more worry. But you can’t blame Seungmin for being concerned.

“How’s your shoulder?” He moves your gown out of the way and gently touches the red mark left by the floor.

“It’s not bad”

“I know you don’t wanna be here, I’m sorry”

“No, I just don’t think they’ll have an answer…that’s all. They’ll tell me it’s stress, or that it’s in my head and that it’ll go away. And I want my chocolate cake.”

“They did take blood, so maybe that will tell us something.” Seungmin readjusts your gown as two nurses return.

One speaks to Seungmin first, leaving you clueless, and she doesn’t give him a chance to translate. He holds his hand up and turns to you, “she said they did a few tests, but the others will take a few more hours.”

“You only speak English?” The other nurse looks at you.

“Yes”

“Are you her husband?”

“Yes,” he replies without hesitation.

“We do have some results from your blood, and you are feeling unwell because you are pregnant. Probably around six weeks, based on the information you gave us.”

“I’m what?”

“Pregnant?” Seungmin asks, and the look on his face is a mixture of confusion, and what looks like relief…maybe more than that.

“Yes, we suspected that and the bloodwork confirmed it. But it’s still very early. The morning sickness is normal at this stage, and the tiredness. All of this was making your stress worse, but knowing why should help.”

“Can we go home?”

“What’s wrong?” He pulls you against him and feels you tense up, “it’s okay…everything will be okay.”

“Probably not tonight. We’re going to give you IV fluids and vitamins since you haven’t been able to eat much lately, but you’ll be taken to the maternity floor.”

Seungmin can feel the anxiety radiating from you. He isn’t quite sure which direction his brain wants to go in right now, but of course he doesn’t want to leave you here alone for the entire night. “How long will the IV take?”

“Maybe an hour or two”

“Can we go home after that? And we’ll come back to see the doctor tomorrow.”

The nurse looks at you for a long moment, and then to him. “Alright, two hours in bed, and if you’re feeling okay, I’ll see if the doctor will release you. But I can’t promise he’ll agree.”

/ / /

Silence falls over the hotel room when you finally return three hours later, but you can tell that Seungmin wants to talk—wants to, but doesn’t know what to say. Both tests you took almost two weeks ago were wrong, but it must have been too early, and the idea of being pregnant almost left your mind with those negative results. Now you sit, wrapped in your damp towel with the knowledge of something growing inside of you. That thought is wearing you out, and so is remembering him trying to hide his true feelings when he found the discarded box. You love Seungmin, and you should be happy you’re having the baby he obviously wants, but your fear and uncertainty outweighs everything right now.

Seungmin sets a stack of clean clothes next to you, and he stands there for a moment, because the words on the tip of his tongue refuse to come out. He can sense your doubt and your worry.

“How do you feel…after the IV? I should’ve made sure you were eating enough, and staying hydrated.”

“I feel better.” You do, but you’re stuck with this uneasy stomach whether it’s from the baby or your nerves. “You didn’t know why I was sick, Minnie.”

“No, but I should have been taking better care of you anyway.” He turns and heads for the door when you both hear a soft knock. “I’ve been too distracted by everything going on.”

You hear him greet and thank whoever is there, and then he’s heading back to you with something in his hand. It’s a piece of chocolate cake—not like the one you had earlier, but it still looks good. Seungmin drops to his knees in front of you and wraps his arms around your waist, and you pull him into a hug.

“Hopefully this one is good, too”

“I’m sure it is.” A kiss on his forehead brings a smile to his face, finally. “Thank you.”

“Can we talk about it?” His voice shakes a little.

The Seungmin in front of you and the one you met almost two months ago are the same, but so different. He’s allowed himself to become soft around you, and for you—not just sometimes, and not all of the time…but most of the time. This part of him has always been in there somewhere, waiting to be coaxed out, but you’re mostly surprised because you know he stopped taking his medication after you arrived in Daegu.

“Of course we can. I wanna know everything you’re feeling right now, and everything going on in your head.”

“Everything?” He laughs. “Okay. I know I acted strange when you took your test before, and that was because I never thought I’d have a chance to experience the things that we’ve done together, and felt—the feeling of having someone so special that you could happily make a baby together. And I know I shouldn’t be, I know I shouldn’t feel that—“

“Yes you should, Seungmin”

“We aren’t really parent material…or you think you’re not, at least. I know I’m not. But maybe together, we’re different. Maybe we just need each other.”

“I need you, baby or no baby”

“Tell me what’s going on in your head”

That look he gives you makes everything feel better, and you’re starting to believe you can do anything as long as you have him. “I’m worried…I’m scared.”

“What are you afraid of? Giving birth…or caring for the baby? I’ll be there for you, for everything. I promise.”

“Yes, but I’m more worried I won’t be able to handle it. I’ve already been so sick, and I know that’s normal, but what if it gets worse? What if my body can’t do this right?”

“I’ll take care of you, whether you’re sick or not. Whether you can handle it, or you can’t. You come first.”

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I Don't Want to See Tomorrow (Unless I See It With You) - Chapter 6

Pairing: Benny Miller x wife!reader nicknamed “Juni”

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My eyes blink, trying to focus as I will them to open, my head spinning and aching at the back from whatever hit me. I bring my hand to the back of my head and feel a knot, but no blood. Or at least it’s dried. I hope that’s a good thing.

The floor beneath me is hard and dirty, which isn’t out of the norm, but a memory stirs at the back of my mind, pulling at the edges of memory.

“And they said Raiders can’t be sneaky!”

My eyes finally focus and I try to sit up, my head lightly scraping against a hard surface. I feel above me a hard roof, my fingers scrambling to try and find an edge. But then my eyes land on the bars in front of me and I realize - I’m in a cage. On all fours, I move around and finally find the door, which of course is firmly locked. I grip the bars, squeezing them tight before I shake the door gently. It doesn’t budge.

Part of me wants to scream and yell, but I’ve seen enough of those old movies to know that it won’t do me any good. No one will let me out or I wouldn’t be in here to begin with. I take a look around the dingy, poorly-lit room and see no one. Just half broken furniture and some rusty shelves with various parts of metal, some canned foods, and…is that a board game? It’s not until I see the needle full of Jet (a drug) on the table that I know who took me for certain. My memory was not failing me.

Raiders.

I have no idea why they would take me, but I do know that I’m fucked. It does give me a little hope that they haven’t done anything yet. Maybe they’re waiting for me to wake up….

I quickly lay back down, curling into the same position I had woken from. I keep my eyes open, studying my prison for as long as I can. But when I hear the footsteps growing closer, I close them gently, hoping that I can still look like I’m asleep. Heavy footsteps shuffle in, 2 sets as far as I can hear. I don’t dare open my eyes.

“Still out?” a deep voice asks.

“Seems so.” The bars of my cage rattle as the second man shakes the cage. I don’t move. “Yeah. I’d say she is.”

The first man groans. “I wish she’d wake up. Maybe the boss would let us torture her a bit while we’re waiting on Nightshade.”

Benny. Of course. That’s why they took me. Benny missed several drop offs and he’d assumed they would think he was dead. Apparently, he thought wrong.

“Yeah but the boss said no touching. That we’re waitin’ on what’s owed us. And Nightshade won’t be nice if we hurt what’s his.”

Some more grumbling from the first man before something clanks on the floor next to the bars of my cage and they shuffle out. I wait a few minutes before moving, making sure no one else was coming. When nothing happens, I crack an eye open and scan the area. A can of Pork N’ Beans sits next to the cage, slightly open with what I’m assuming is a fork sticking out of it. Next to it is a bottle of questionable at best water. My throat is terribly dry and my stomach betrays me with a low grumble at the sight of the can. I doubt they’re going to poison me, as they could’ve killed me at any time. That’s the Raider way. Same goes for drugging. They could’ve put a line in my or anything while I was out but they didn’t. They need me alive.

I take a very small sip of water and nibble from the can, making sure to place them back where they had been left, just in case they return quickly. They would think I was still out. But no one comes back and as the time goes on to what may be night, I start to wonder if they’ll come back. Maybe I’ll be left to die in this crate. I decide to chance another couple nibbles and sips, gently placing the containers back.

A few hours later, I hear another set of footsteps coming closer. I get back in my fake sleeping position, listening to whomever was shuffling in. Definitely different than the first 2 people. These steps are more confident, like they know what they’re doing. I hear them stop by the cage door, standing there for several moments before heading over to the couch and slumping down on it.

“I know you’re awake.”

Fuck. Well, no use pretending. I open my eyes and sit up as best as I can, staring at the man on the couch. He’s definitely a Raider, the patchy clothes and scars littering his shirtless body are a big indicator. As is the shoulder plate armor with giant spikes coming from it. He’s got a scar across his cheek and a tattoo of some kind of marking around his eyes. He scratches at the short mohawk on his head, plopping down another piece of armor from his body on the makeshift coffee table in front of him.

“I’m Draven. Who are you to Nightshade?”

Doesn’t even ask my name. Rude.

“Juni.”

“What’s a Juni?”

I scoff. “My name. Since you didn’t ask.”

He cocks his head slightly. “I’m shocked you told me. I thought you’d have told me to fuck off.”

I nod. “Thought about it.”

His eyebrows raise. “And?”

I shrug. “I figured it wouldn’t get me anywhere.”

He laughs. “Logical. I like that. And funny. No wonder Nightshade keeps you close. Well….most times anyway.”

I cross my arms, willing my nerves to calm down. “What do you want with him?”

“Ain’t you gonna ask me why you’re here?”

I gesture vaguely. “As a sort of bait or something from Nightshade, I assume.”

He nods. “Or something.” He glances down at the can and jar of water. “You can eat and drink. It’s not poisoned. Water might not be the cleanest but it’s what we got. We never got the parts to fix our purifier.”

I study him for a moment, his dark eyes looking more intense surrounded by the markings. I decide he’s telling the truth and reach for the bottle, taking several sips before setting it to the side and taking a few bites of the beans, my eyes never leaving Draven. He watches me finish eating before shifting on the couch to lay down, tossing his arm over his forehead.

“You don’t have to worry about my people hurtin’ you. I forbid it. As long as you’re cooperative.”

Is that supposed to be comforting? “How long am I going to be here?”

“Just waiting on your boss, hon.”

Boss? Keeps me close? It dawns on me that Draven must think I’m Nightshade’s property. He has no clue how deep Benny’s love for me is. He may not even think that Benny will come for me, but decided to take the chance.

Draven yawns loudly. “I figure I have nothing to lose. On one hand, if he shows, I’ll be able to get what’s ours. On the other, if he doesn’t think you’re worth it, I get a pretty girl to keep all to myself. Either way, I win.”

I feel the color drain from my face, even though I kind of figured that it wouldn’t end well for me if Benny didn’t show. Question is, how soon will he make it here? Will it be in time?

On the 3rd day in my cage, I’m wakened by various yells and whoops, Draven quickly sitting up on the couch. He looks over at me, a sickly sweet smile spreading across his face as the commotion grows louder.

“Bet that’s your boss.”

The door flies open and a Raider walks in, chest heaving from excitement. “It’s him. It’s The Nightshade!”

Before I can think, my cage door is ripped open and the Raider grips my ankle, dragging me across the cage floor. I try to kick out, but he pins me, Draven coming over to calmly tie my hands behind my back. I knew it wouldn’t work, trying to escape, but I had to give it a shot. Draven hauls me up, gripping the binds at my wrists as he leans in to my ear.

“Let’s go say hi.”

He grips the binds tight, the rope digging further into my skin as he pulls me along, pushing his way through a crowd of people all staring at something on the ground. We break through the crowd and I have to choke back a cry. On the ground is Benny, one Raider on either side of him hauling him up, his arms outstretched on either side. His lip is busted and he spits a glob of blood out on the ground, looking up at Draven.

“Nightshade. You’re alive.”

Benny pulls a little at each Raider but they hold strong. “I am.”

Draven chuckles, deep in his chest. “And here we thought you were dead. After all, you stopped deliverin’ what was agreed upon.”

“You think I’d go back on a deal?”

Draven watches him for a moment. “I’m not sure. Why don’t you tell your partner here where the load is, then.” Draven yanks me from behind him, pulling me around front and holding me to his body. My eyes find Benny’s and, even though we are not safe by any means, I take comfort from his gaze, a brief flicker of concern before rage sets in, that darkness enveloping his face.

“You let her go and we can talk.”

Draven does that chuckle again. “Now why would I let my insurance go? She’s my guarantee that you’ll do as I say.”

Benny’s jaw clenches. He hates this. I can’t say I’m too fond of it either.

“I’ll bring you what’s owed.”

“That you will,” Draven smiles down at him. “Maybe we’ll start with her. She has such smoothe skin.” He brushes the backside of a crooked finger down my cheek and I jerk my head away from him as his finger continues to trace a path down my neck.

It’s as if I’m watching things happen in slow motion. Benny jerks his arms once, no doubt the enhancements he’s received taking over as both Raiders go flying. He stands, pulling guns from each of the Raiders and aiming at the ones currently charging him. He always hits a mark, but there’s so many of them. They all rush him, the sound of clashing metal and gunfire deafening in the small circle. But then battle cries and screams sound from the opposite side and the Raiders scatter slightly as men clad in umpire gear and a familiar brown pointed hat come charging in. The Minutemen and Diamond City have arrived, the Raiders momentarily surprised by their abrupt appearance.

This is so much faster than the films. But while they started strong, the Raiders are more willing to take a life and they start to overpower the Minutemen and Diamond City and it sounds like they’re losing. And Fast. Draven pulls me tighter to him and I feel a knife being pressed to my side, his heavy breathing in my ear warm, fanning down my neck. And then he bursts from the crowd, blood spattered across his face and clothes, chest heaving.

Benny!

He takes a step forward, but then the ground shakes, a deafening roar sounding loud over the sounds of fighting as a giant dinosaur looking thing comes stomping into view. It’s tall, at least 20 feet tall, curved horns adorning it’s face, scaly skin, standing on 2 legs, 2 long arms with sharp claw-like fingers at the end. And it hits me - this must be a Deathclaw.

“Fuck!” Draven yells from behind me, yanking me along with him as everyone starts running, some people trying to shoot the thing and take it down. We lose Benny in our escape, and honestly, I’m too terrified to try and slow him down. We have to get away from that thing!

As the sounds of the deathclaw and fighting start to fade a little, a shot bounces off the ground next to us. Draven clutches me to him and spins, the knife poking my side again and I gasp at the pain. My hands grip the arm he has pinned across my chest, frantically turning me side to side to find the shooter. But he doesn’t have to look long as Benny appears from nowhere, his dark jacket flapping in the breeze. He aims his pistol at Draven.

“Just give her to me and I’ll get you what’s owed. Then I’m out.”

Draven squeezes me a little tighter. “She must be more important to you than I thought for you to bring the literal cavalry in.”

Benny shrugs, but I know it’s for show. I can see the tension in his body, in the small movements of his face that I’m so attuned to. “Hard to find good help.”

“Mmm. Well, if she’s not so important, maybe I’ll just keep her. Trade you for her.”

Benny sighs. “Don’t make me kill you, Draven. You’re smarter than all those other Raiders.”

“You’re right. Maybe I’ll just keep her and kill you. Best of both worlds.”

If I hadn’t been staring at his face, I would’ve missed the nearly imperceptible glance Benny gave me, his eyes dropping ever so slightly before snapping back to Draven, who had been rambling on about the horrible things he’d do to me. Slowly, I loosen my grip on Draven’s arm, lowering my own to my sides. I try to tell Benny I love him and trust him with my gaze but I don’t know if he saw it.

“-and then, only when I’m done with her, I’ll toss her to my-”

BANG!

A loud gunshot rings out, my own voice screaming with it. Draven drops to the floor, instantly dead with a bullet in between his eyes. Benny lowers his gun and runs to me, holding me to him.

“Hey, sshh hey it’s me. You’re ok, Juni. I’ve got you.”

My breathing starts to shorten and I start gasping for breath a little. “Benny?”

He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes wide with fear. They start to rake over my body, but I know where it is. I reach my side and pull my fingers back, blood covering them.

“No! Fuck!” Benny grabs me as I slump, my limbs already going cold. He must have hit an organ.

“I l-love y-you, Ben..Benny,” I say, gasping for breath.

Benny holds me, but before he can reply, that same screech comes bellowing at us. Benny turns his head, staring at the deathclaw as it charges us. He turns back to me and holds me tighter, trying to shield me from whatever violent attack was about to happen.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m so sorry, Juni. I love you.”

His tears splash on my face, joining my own. It may be because I’m dying, but I hear what sounds like a vertibird (a sort of helicopter) propeller. And machine gun fire, the screaming from the deathclaw indicating it had been hit. Multiple times. Benny tears his face from mine, looking through the dust at the deathclaw, who was falling on his side, sliding across the dirt, dead.

“Hey! Help! Get a stimpak!” Benny screams from somewhere above me, one of his arms leaving me to wave.

I look up at the sky and I see it then, a large vertibird descending upon us, someone in power armor hopping out. I must be dying because I swear I see Frankie in the pilot’s chair as the stomping from the power armor gets closer.

“Here! Stimpak now!” Benny yells and the stomps come closer as my eyes start fluttering. The last thing I see before I pass out is Santi’s face appearing from behind the power armor helmet, leaning over me as Benny comes into view, a pinch in my side before I pass out.

Sunlight streams across my face, the warmth and brightness rousing me from sleep. I blink, my eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. As my vision acclimates, I look around the room I’m in. It’s plain, medical. Like a military med tent. I feel a weight on my hand and look down to see Benny, asleep on said hand. His face is turned towards me and I take advantage of the quiet to study his face. It’s peaceful in sleep, the white of his scars even seems subdued. And I’m struck again by how handsome he is and just how lucky I am that he loves me back. I reach over and brush back some hair from his face as he stirs beneath my touch. His eyes open and he finds mine already watching him. He sits up, taking my hand in his.

“You’re awake! How do you feel?”

How do I feel? “A little sore but alive. What happened?”

Benny cups my face and leans towards me, kissing my gently before pulling back, giving me a small smile. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.”

He sits back and takes my hand again. “Draven stabbed you. There was so much blood. You were…” he swallows hard and I squeeze his hand in reassurance. “You were dying. And then that deathclaw found us. He was charging and I thought..well I thought if you were dying, then I’d go with you. I was going to protect you as best I could. But then Frankie and Santi showed up and mowed that fucker down.”

“So that was Frankie and Santi? For real?”

He nods. “Yeah! I wasn’t sure they even got my message but apparently they did. Santi got to you just in time. He jammed a stimpak in your side, but you had passed out. We weren’t sure the stimpak would work in time.” He takes a deep breath. “But you did. Once it seemed you were stable enough, we loaded you up and they took us back to base. We’re in a Brotherhood med tent right now.”

“And the Raiders? Won’t they retaliate?”

Benny chuckles. “Those knuckleheads? The only one of them that had half a brain cell was Draven and he’s dead. The others? Most of them died during the fight. Maybe a few survived but we won’t see anything from them.” We sit in silence for a moment before his eyes drop from mine. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you.”

I cup his face. “What? No, Benny you did what you could. You couldn’t just come running in. We wouldn’t have made it out alive.”

Benny laughs. “That’s exactly what Will and Tom said. They said you’d kill me yourself for coming in without a plan.”

“And they were right.”

“Tom gathered up all the Diamond City guards and Lauren got in touch with your Minutemen. They came as quick as they could. I’ve never seen Preston that mad. Anyway, you saw what happened.”

My mind flashes back to the battle and I shake my head. “When can we leave?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

I smile at him. “Let’s go home.”

1 year later…

“And then I mowed that yao gui (mutated bear) down!” Santi boasts.

Frankie snorts. “Yeah but it took you a week to scrub your shit from the inside of that power armor!”

We all laugh as Santi throws an empty Pork ‘N Beans can at Frankie’s head. “Pendejo. How many yao guis have you stood in front of?” They bicker like brothers back and forth for another few minutes, eventually walking back towards the kitchen to get more food.

Benny and I had returned to Sanctuary Hills, bringing Santi and Frankie with us. They helped refortify the perimeter and took turns on watch. They left for a run to Diamond City and came back a month later with Will and Lauren, Tom and Molly opting to stay behind in Diamond City. Tom was too connected with his bar and Molly and the kids loved it there. But what surprised us most was that Santi brought back with him a girl, Jamie, who fit right in the moment she came inside the gates.

Benny comes to stand next to me, draping his arm around my shoulders. He tips my chin to him with his pointer finger and kisses me, deepening it momentarily before pulling back. He smiles and rubs his nose against mine before resting his head on mine.

As I feel Benny next to me and look out at all of our friends, my heart fills with happiness and gratitude that we all somehow managed to make it, together, past the end of the world. And that we would be able to survive whatever this wasteland throws our way.

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Short: Hush

After refusing to upload this for a day, Tumblr finally budged! This took a lot longer than I wished to write. Well, who can blame a lazy student right? I can only keep the industrious facade for so long. Some irl experience *wink wink* helped crank this one. (This is not a retelling.)

This is the prequel to Noise.

3,360 words of Park Sieun

Enjoy!

University. The four years of your life where you can make or break the rest of it. At least, that's how I saw it. The high pressure, an unfortunate side effect of such a perfectionistic pursuit, required sacrificing many things that I saw as necessary at one point. I was enrolled in a program that took all the time. Studying most nights, usually holed up beside my bed or in the library, tonight felt just like any other. It was a routine I'd gotten used to, but sleep's siren song called with so few people at this hour. The custodian wasn't even around, just a single librarian at the first-floor desk. It was a weekday, the last where we needed to be on campus, and there was a holiday tomorrow and the weekend after that. I didn't feel like going to my dorm, but I didn't want to be lazy.

I study alone. Group study never appealed to me, though a friend here or there would come. People I know knew my routine well.

A message lit up my phone screen. It was Sieun.

[Hey, you're in the library?]

[Yeah] I replied.

[What floor?]

[5th]

Sieun didn't respond after that. There was no elevator, so I only assumed she was on her way up the stairs. Seeing the door open and her come through, laptop and textbook in hand as she waved at me. She asked me the cliched question as she laid down her stuff.

"You read that other chapter yet?"

"Nope, barely halfway with this-," pointing to my screen, the pdf opened.

"-Aish, quit studying; you have the whole weekend anyways!" Sieun jokingly exclaimed.

I wasn't. I was just reading other things.

"Oh well, you're right, bye-bye!" I replied, pretending to close my laptop.

"Yah! Don't leave me here," she replied, shutting me down, "I don't want to go home yet, so do whatever you want."

I knew Sieun had a lot of friends, I didn't have much, but they were just as introverted as me. I was probably overthinking it to have a girl from class join me; she was a coffee shop kind of girl. Even more confusing, she was known to be nice to everyone, everybody's friend, but she was smart about it, not becoming a stereotypical caricature of the more socially well-endowed. Typical of an overthinker like myself, I didn't question her company if it didn't make me uncomfortable.

"Oh, you too, huh," I said as I opened my phone.

"What?" Sieun asked, confused.

"When you don't feel like going home, you just hang around somewhere."

"Oh," she seemed to relax, "Yeah, when I don't feel like greeting too many people."

“Besides, I’m an introvert anyway, just happens that I’m just an attention-seeker as well.”

“I can tell,” I replied.

She grabbed her headphones from her bag, holding it in my direction, "Wanna watch?"

"What you watching?" I asked, hoping to myself it wasn't some blood-boiling thriller drama.

It was a rom-com—nothing I find stressful. I agreed, then Sieun told me to scoot over beside her.

I didn't know how long or what time it was, but we were still waiting for someone to come up to tell us to go home. It wasn't that late. Before I knew it, we were six and a half episodes in. We sat comfortably and moved now and then, not to lock our muscles up. I had my right leg up, with my left hand dangling in the space between the chairs. Keeping my focus on her laptop, I didn't mind, nor did I want to overthink her gesture; it was a cold hall.

That was until I felt her right hand slowly gliding over my thighs, barely feeling her fingers over my pant leg. But she wasn't doing well if she attempted to be discreet. Sure, I knew what to do, but I was just too unsure, so I whispered.

"Sieun."

"What?"

I simply pointed down where her hand was. A smirk appeared on her face.

"Oh," she whispered, a blush joining her smirk as she looked up at me. At least, she tried to.

"I've heard some things about you lately."

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. I knew what Sieun meant. I always let my lips loose whenever I was inebriated, though I knew secrets were always off-limits. Unfortunately, that meant my arrogance stuck out, perhaps a little too much to disregard myself. She let out a chuckle.

"Don't regret it now," Sieun said, looking at the door before matching my gaze, having a different look in her eyes, mere inches away, even in the dark. She wanted something from me.

"Don't worry, I'm the right person to hear about it," she slowly said, noticing her left hand already tugging at my arm, pulling me in.

Sieun's eyes then darted for a split second to my lips. She then shut her eyes—a soft smooch—and the next thing I knew, I was opening mine. We were much closer now. I was probably red because she was too. I was, however, sober; her words echoed; why would she be the right person? It was impossible to think straight; I just swallowed my pride.

"Just give me a chance," she said, almost in a whisper, taunting, "I know you'd want me too."

Wait. Did Sieun just ask me if she could do me? Was I being gaslit? Didn't this scenario only exist in movies? I swore I panicked for a second.

I just smirked, then gave a peck on the lip as an answer. Almost throwing herself on me, returning more than just a peck, it had collapsed into a full-on make-out before I could even count to ten. My hands were on Sieun's thighs and neck, with hers on mine—a handsy affair. It was a side of her I hadn't seen before or one I only expected to happen in printed fiction. I knew everyone had their own pervert, and mine was a tomcat on the prowl. Though now, even the wildest I've heard of seemed tame. All because this was reality.

"I never thought you were naughty," I quipped.

"So did I."

Wanting to see how true that was, we kept pushing and pulling with our lips, not noticing how handsy we were becoming. Sieun was softly groping the bulge between my legs and, with my right hand, moved down from her neck, mirroring hers, three fingers pressing where it was the warmest.

"Wait, wait, wait," she pulled away as I tried to move up her sweater.

Standing up, Sieun closed her laptop, the drama having run away from us becoming steamy, straddling me into an embrace, pressing herself right up to my face before using her fingers to point me upward and back to her lips. It felt electrifying, the room becoming colder and warmer as our lips approached each other. She was going somewhat slower now, and noticing my hands were idly gripped to her thighs, she grabbed my wrist and put it on her waist. I wasn't planning just staying there, going down and slipping upwards under her sweater; the problem was that it was in the way.

Giving me one loud, suckling kiss, she moved back, almost forcing herself to. She hurriedly pulled her sweater off herself and dumped it where she sat. Grabbing my left wrist again, but now putting on her right tit, squeezing the moment my palm landed on it.

It was small, little by anybody's standards. After all, Sieun was petite. To make myself clear, I laid my lips where I felt it, even with the shirt on. Being so exposed where we sat, anything beyond the sweater was off-limits, but she already had untucked her shirt when she took it off.

Though as we continued to make out, I slid my hand into it, and firmly grabbed her tit, feeling the soft mound held in place by her bra, cursing that fact in my head, only to be distracted by Sieun suddenly darting her tongue out when I did. If that was so, then so should I, softly squeezing with my left hand, my right moving back to her ass and copying it. A slight jolt came from her as she grabbed my wrist from under her and pulled away.

"Let's not do this here," Sieun said.

"Couldn't you have said that earlier?" I replied, annoyed.

"I just got carried away," she sounded sad.

She was thinking of something.

"Alright, let's go to my place after this," Sieun said. I just agreed with her.

Giving me one more kiss, she got off of me. Looking at where she was gazing, it was on the large old shelves of the archives room. Filled to the brim with cardboard boxes, some empty, others half-full, and more empty, yellowed-out periodicals, and some published medical and law reports. But as an imaginative kid with too much access to the internet, I always thought it was the ideal place for a quickie.

Looking back, she knew I had checked out the same place.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked as she tied her hair.

I just nodded. I had no idea.

Before I knew it, she flashed me a smile and darted off. I stood up and followed her into the room as she turned into a shelf with a higher shadow, having long forgotten, hard-bound folders stacked above it, creating a shade. I stopped. For a second, the old legends my grandmother told me flashed back, one of the pretty fairies that lured young men into the hills, just for them never to come back down.

But now isn't the time for tall tales, even if it felt like one.

Following where I last saw Sieun, she dragged me to the window sill. Gently pushing me against the wall as she planted her lips on me again, much more tender this time, with her hands on my chest. I was running on instinct, driven by the perpetual motion of her lips. All sorts of images popped up in my head, the least of which involved carrying her and fucking her raw then and there.

A storyboard straight out of a manhwa—that was stretching it—but I was already in her pages anyway.

After making out for a bit, and now with me up against the shelf, Sieun looked around before dropping down to my crotch. Her squat turned into kneeling as she grabbed and undid my belt, putting her left hand under my crotch and massaging my balls through my boxers. The feeling of butterflies in my gut quickly left as blood pooled on my cock, sparing her at least a quarter of the work as she pulled my boxers down and took it in her hand.

Sieun was not shy. Looking up at me as she opened her mouth and pointed her dick at it. Her tongue made a swift flick on the tip before wrapping her lips around it, tugging at it as she went to work. It was a quickie, after all, and there'd be no excuses if somebody came past and caught us. Thankfully for her, the past few minutes gave me plenty of images to be erect quicker, the best of which was the feeling of her mouth doing me.

I felt my breath begin to shorten, maybe even shake, as my tip got harder and, thus, more sensitive. Taking a hand off and hearing a slight gulp as my cock enlarged in Sieun's mouth, a slowly rising pace to come along with it, maybe even a hushed moan as the world seemed quiet at that minute. Looking down to see my cock firmly wrapped in her lips as her tongue glided up and down slowly, needily, and readily. The tip brushed against the top of her mouth as every vein on my shaft was pressed by her tongue. She gave herself a few dips as she tried to settle in a pace; the last of them went too far as her lips hit my crotch. Gagging, her face turned sour as she pulled away, suddenly catching her throat.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," Sieun said as she swallowed, reassuringly saying, "I-I'm fine, it’s just been a while."

Regaining her composure, she puckered, then wrapped her lips around the tip, starting slowly at half length before going all the way in. This time being more careful not to make herself gag again. So she went, continuing where she had tripped earlier, the whole hiccup not even being counted to ten. Setting a speed that left me holding on to the shelf as she closed her eyes and reveled in her work. Seeing her head twist slightly to the left as she wasn't using her hand, I could hear a low humming as she sucked on my shaft. Almost going down the same way and hitting the back of her mouth, though this time she wasn't going that far and enjoying herself.

Thinking that was the end of me, she reluctantly pulled her lips away and licked my cock upward.

"I'm not going to say this any other way," she followed, "You got a good one too."

An ego boost. I would even think it was an unnecessary one.

"You're not lying, aren't you?"

"Hmm?" Sieun said with half my shaft in her mouth, giving it a few tugs with her lips and only stopping when she felt the slightest twitch of my cock on her tongue, asking back as she kissed it.

"Am I lying now?"

I didn't answer. It was enough an answer either way. Sieun eased her head back down on it as she continued. Thinking I was to be carried away easily, she suddenly sped up, even catching me off guard as I felt myself shudder when my tip hit the back of her mouth. What made her stop wasn't a gag this time, but rather the loud suckling that her lips made, once, twice, three. She stopped, then suddenly looked up and saw the surprise in both our eyes.

Realizing her error, she had no way to go but slow, which meant teasing me much more. I just hoped she was the type to swallow.

Closing her eyes, Sieun then formed a ring with her index finger and thumb; she kept her lips tightly sealed while her tongue circled my tip. Catching me off guard when she slipped it over her tongue and dove down, feeling the tightness of her lips and the pressure of her tongue as she slowly got deeper close to where her fingers were at. She just had to top it off, looking up at me—as if waiting for a compliment—while she passed every vein and let the pressure slowly build up.

Keeping at that for a good minute, she ensured I lost track of time. By that point, she knew that she was just dragging me along by that point any faster, and I'd explode down her throat. I became more sensitive as she tasted the precum, seeing her eyes react as the secretion came onto her tongue. So, she enjoyed herself, tilting her head and probably moaning quietly. On my end, my breath was already shaking, and I was biting my lip.

I was always shy with dirty talk. Though if there was anything like a "romantic blowjob," this was it.

I've yet to hear of one-night stands that get too attached. But Sieun was in the same class; this would either end awkwardly or something was up. Then I remembered what she said earlier, but before my brain could fly away, thinking itself to death. I was brought back down with one swift swipe of her lip.

Looking down to see Sieun picking up the pace as my knees began to buckle under the sensual barrage from her front; she was anticipating me to break any moment now. I just knew that it was a thin line for her to cross, but whatever confidence she had now, she was not misplaced. Going deep and only deep, save for a few tugs at the tip, as keeping my mouth shut became much more challenging.

Pulling away with a loud pop, she kept it going with a handjob.

"You like it?" she asked.

This was the worst time to ask. It's like Sieun paused the porno.

I just nodded like an addled boy. She licked her lips and smiled.

I took a big gulp as her lips engulfed my shaft again, knowing I was at my last straw. Just one tight slurp after the other, and I was just about done for.

A thunderbolt. A single swipe of Sieun's tongue sent me shaking, curling, drowning. Her lips barely held the saliva in a while, and my twitching became quicker, using everything she could to try and make me cum. Just barely crossing the threshold, though this time, it was her making the noise. Leaving any sense of awareness as she moaned and hummed to herself as she tried to rein my shaft in her mouth. Feeling her mouth tightening, it was the death knell of me, whether it was me imagining it or it was her intent, but I just knew this was it.

When I went quiet, I knew my end was up. My jaw dropped in silence as my knuckles began to turn white, holding onto the shelf. Sieun's eyes, the only way I could tell anything from her, shot up in surprise as my cock, her lips midway, hardened and began bursting in her mouth. Perhaps, a little too early, the second spurt, a warm, gooey one that made even me jump, as it hit the back of her mouth. Feeling an instinctive gulp and watching her react as the rest followed. Slowly moving while her eyebrows furrowed, probably surprised by the sheer volume or taste, trying to keep it in her mouth, fighting the urge to swallow, while her tongue stayed where it was. As my orgasm died down, and having done her bidding, she slowly eased back.

It was perhaps an unintended consequence on her end that I'd let out that much cum. I just hoped she wouldn't be too mad. Slowly taking her lips off, my cock was covered in drool but looked clean, except for the tip, which had expended itself.

Sieun put her hand under her face, probably to spit it out. Looking up at me before she drew her hand away and swallowed it all, but not without some discomfort in her expression, then licked her lips before stating the obvious.

"That's a lot," she said as she stood up, "and hotter than I thought."

"What?" I asked, a little confused, while I pulled my boxers up.

"Everything, the blowjob, where we are, um," Sieun stopped.

"What is it?" I asked again.

"No," she hesitated, "I'll just tell you on the way down."

Not wanting to ruin the mood by prying, I just scoffed, letting her go. We then left the shelves like nothing had happened. It might have been witness to other couples doing more daring things than a tame, silent blowjob. Sheepishly walked back to our table, and while thankfully nobody came, it seemed like a ghost town with how late it was. Just two bags and personal belongings strewn on the table, forgotten by their owners. I had lost track of time from when she kissed me, but I knew that was a lifetime ago.

There was a sense of silent urgency among us as we packed, flashing a shy smile or two as we knew we'd be doing a lot more once we got to her place. Leaving the room, what she did next surprised me and made me feel warmer than whatever we just did. She put her arm around my elbow. As we made our way to the staircase, we decided to go the route that prevented us from seeing the librarian's desk. Sieun then put herself beside my ear and spoke up almost in a whisper.

I turned red, shy even, but with a tug, there seemed no need to run.

#stayc #stayc sieun #fanfic #kpop fanfic #smut

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mara-and-its-the-same · 1 month ago

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just something short and semi-sweet for my dearest darling, my first ever tumblr bestie, light of my dash, @loving-and-dreaming

“Fuck,” you did not want Steve picking you up again. He just spent the last week and a half reorganizing his schedule, trading off with other people, cashing in on favors from Robin, to be able to get you from school every afternoon. Once you got your car back you thought that’d be the end of that, you could go back to being the cool, competent, independent, put-together girlfriend who’s got everything under control.

The confidence faltered just a bit this morning when you were both leaving around the same time and it took you two tries to start your car after getting it back the night before. “You want me to drop you off again? I still have a while before I actually have to go in.” Steve had asked you. “No, I’ll be fine. Thank you though.” You smiled and waved goodbye through your rolled down window before backing out of the driveway.

This was not fine. Fuck!

You resigned yourself to going back into the office and calling Steve from the secretary’s phone. Of course his first words were “I’ll be right there.”

And his first when he actually showed up were “So sweet of you that I was your first call and not AAA.” as he opened the driver side door to let you out.

“Ha ha ha.” You grabbed your bag from the passenger's seat and held it for about 3 seconds before he took that from you too. With a kiss to your head and a slip of his hand into yours he led you to his car.

“I can call Eddie to come look at it later tonight if you want?”

“You don’t have to. I can call the mechanic tomorrow once they open.”

“Yeah, you could, but Eddie would–”

“Steve.” Your voice cut him off in a way that was much sharper than you meant it to be. “I’m sorry,” you shook your head at yourself and tried to wave it off as if your hand itself could filter through whatever it was that had come to fill the air.

“It’s alright,” he made a move to hold that hand in a way that was more of an offer than a demand in any case. You took him up on it.

“I just want to lay down.”

“I can drive faster.”

“I don’t want it that urgently.”

“Medium fast.”

“I can take that.”

“Anything you specifically want for dinner?”

“Sleep.”

“I’ll think of something for us then.”

“I can take care of it.”

“Claudia gave me a new recipe she wants me to try, it looks good.” He thinks that’s enough to convince you, you think that’s cute. But it isn’t. He’s doing too much for you. You’re taking advantage, even though he tells you that’s not true, and if you ever got the courage to say any of this outloud he’d tell you that you’re crazy and give you a list of all the things you do for him and another of all the things he still has yet to do for you.

“What is it?”

He describes it until you get to your house, the one you share, the one that’s cute and cozy and the one your family refuses to call a house and instead refers to as an “apartment.”

You don’t let him take your bag from you, though you do let him get your door. You get to the front door first, trying and trying to get the key into the slot and yet it keeps missing. Why the fuck does it keep missing?

“Here, let me. I got it, baby.” Steve tries to gently move your hands out of the way to get the keys in himself. Oh how gentle he is. How kind and loving and caring and in your way.

You drop your keys, as well as the whole lanyard they’re attached to, and all of a sudden there’s a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes and you don’t want to make Steve be the one to comfort you. Now that it seems it’s really all he’s been doing. But it’s Steve, and how could you not throw yourself into him the second you feel even the slightest bit overwhelmed.

Eyes closed for 3 seconds at most and you find yourself sitting on the steps up to your front door, Steve’s arms wrapped around you as you’re wracked by sobs. “Shhhhh, shhh, you’re safe, you’re safe. I’m right here, I’m right here, baby.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Woah, woah, what do you think you’re sorry for?” He takes your face in his hands now, making you look him in the eyes while he asks you. He does this constantly, making sure you know what you claim to be sorry for then squashing it like he’s actually more annoyed with you thinking you had to apologize.

Sorry for looking like this while you look so perfect, sorry for making you hold me while I cry on the steps, sorry for making you pick me up all these days, sorry, sorry, sorry for not doing enough this last week but so much has been going on and I don’t know if I can handle all of it.

“I don’t know.” Saying that just makes you cry more.

By now you’re half in his lap and definitely soaking his shirt, but he keeps rocking you side to side, holding, stroking, shushing, soothing.

“Then you don’t have to apologize. But you can tell me when you think of something.” He squeezes you again.

“There’s so much happening lately.” By lately you mean an inexplicable amount of time. “And you do so much for me that I don’t know what else is left that I can do for you. But I'm tired, I’m so tired of all of it.”

“I know, I know. I’m gonna keep doing everything I can for you though, you know that?”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I have to, it’s in the contract.”

“What contract?”

“The contract of us.”

“I didn’t sign anything.”

“Welllllll, that’s not important. I’m going to take care of you, making everything I can easier for you because you’re the one who has it the hardest right now. But when it's my turn you can take care of me.”

“It’s not supposed to be my turn right now. I’m supposed to be the one with everything all together and taken care of, but it’s not. Nothing is.”

“But it’s not falling apart, is it?”

“What?”

“It’s just a little out of order, but you’re not falling apart either.”

“I don’t want to be out of order,” you didn’t mean to sound so whiny, but he can’t blame you either.

“It’s ok that you are. And knowing that you are is even better because it’s good to know you need to take a break from fixing everything else.” He held you tighter in silence for another moment. “Take tomorrow off with me.”

“Steve, I can’t–”

“You’re not feeling well, your car is still in the parking lot, there’s plenty of reasons that you should call out tomorrow.”

“But we’re starting the magic E tomorrow,” you have a puppet show planned with vowels and consonants and the magic of an “e” at the end of a word making the vowel one consonant before it sound like the letter.

“It's a Friday, have the sub put on a movie and do some crafts.” He takes a deep breath like he has something to say, “Or at least for now just come lay down with me for a little bit.”

“I can lay down.”

“Come on then,” he takes you by the hand to help you up and grabs your keys as he does.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington #mara's fics

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haichihiro · 1 year ago

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tumblr is stupid and deleted my anon’s request :c

they asked for, something of ghost where he’s too busy and stressed with work so he wouldn’t be the type of guy to have hook ups. this is where fem reader comes along to power sub ghost until he’s so pussy drunk he’s goes feral!!! ^.^

this idea had me drooling when i read it, thank you anon! hope you like <3

warnings: nsfw. fem reader x inexperienced?ghost. spitting. profanity. wrap it before you tap it!

inexperienced!ghost who hasn’t gotten laid since who the fuck knows when. poor thing is so busy with the task force, his needs are an after thought but that all changes when he meets his little rookie.

inexperienced!ghost who’s been dating you for awhile but the two of you haven’t even had sex yet. what a shame :( of course you respect his boundaries and his time at work since he’s your lieutenant but why can’t someone take care of him for a change?

inexperienced!ghost who sat in his office chair, working hard as usual, you thought enough is enough. walking into his office, with purpose, you went around his desk. this got his attention.

“baby, i know you like to go to bed together but i have a lot to do toni—“ his words were cut short as you stepped into the space between his legs. you placed your hands a top his shoulders, massaging the tense flesh, you hummed in response to the deep groan that left his lips.

“sh, just let me take care of you, yeah?” you said so sickly sweet. your hands traveling down his large arms, straight to his big belt buckle. his chest began to rise and fall more deeply. his hands went to grab your hips but you swatted them away.

“hands to yourself, big boy.” you giggled as you freed his large cock from his jeans. the sight alone made your thighs clench. this was the first time you saw him like this. he was huge. you weren’t sure if he was gonna fit but you’d make it fit just for him.

“lovie—“ he groaned, as you spat in your hand, then rubbing it up and down his length, spreading his pre along his tip. the sight of his head thrown back in bliss, made you slick between your thighs.

“feel good, baby? you look so good.” you said so sweet to him, as you began to straddle one of his thighs. you continued to play with his cock, slow strokes and then fast, making his hips thrust into your small hands.

“hmf…baby, please.” he all but whimpered. the way you had this giant man coming undone by just your hand made you burn into flames. you began to stroke his cock faster, the song of your spit and his precum making the lewdest of sounds. you couldn’t help but rock yourself against his thigh, needing some type of friction. one of his hands snaked around your waist and down your back, gripping the fat of your ass.

“ ‘m so close, fuck, baby— ‘m gonna, gonna..” he couldn’t even talk and all you were doing was jerking the poor thing off? you didn’t want to let him off easy though. :( he had been depriving you. you released his cock, making him groan from the denial of his orgasm.

“you fuckin’ brat—“ he moaned out almost pathetically. you moved off his thigh, sliding off your night shorts and panties before gripping his jaw tightly into your hand.

“so mean.” you pouted sarcastically, as you let yourself sink down on his cock. the stretch burned so deliciously, you whimpered as he bottomed out inside of you. his hands went straight to your hips, there would definitely be bruises there tomorrow.

“fuuucckkk..” he moaned, his head lolling forward, kissing your collarbone that was exposed from your sleep tank.

“you feel so good, si. hm, so good.” you whimpered as you began to bounce up and down on his cock. he felt so overstimulated, your pussy was clenching down on him like a vice. his head was filled with nothing but you and your pussy.

you slowed your movements once more, grinding into him in circular motions. your hands grasped the sides of his neck, you don’t know how he was breathing with his mask still on, your fingers gently moving it up to the bridge of his nose. his lips looked so red and puffy. so pretty just for you. you smashed your lips into his, all teeth and tongue, swallowing each others moans.

then something clicked in simons head.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, standing up, he pulled out from your warmth as he swiftly twisted you around. a gasp fell from your lips, hands flying to brace yourself on the desk. his hands gripped your hips and slamming his cock hard into you. your mouth opened into a silent scream, hands clenching into fists as he finally took you.

now you were the whimpering mess underneath him.

“such a slutty girl i have, hm? couldn’t wait till i..fuck, till i was done with my work? just had to have my cock so fucking deep inside you.” his voice was so hoarse and mean. you were in heaven.

“si! please, just needed you so bad.” you whimpered as he abused your cunt. his hips slapping into you ass, and the sound of your wetness could be heard in the room. his hand went to your neck, pulling you back against him as he thrusted harder. he was so fucking close. his hips began to thrust into you fast, his breathing became harder, groaning in your ear in bliss.

“fuck, pet. taking care of me good aren’t you? so fucking good, my love. fuck, im gonna—“ he moaned once more, before giving you two more hard thrusts before emptying out inside you.

you whimpered in bliss, pressing back into him for more, his hand still wrapped around your throat, his other across your tummy holding you still for him. he hummed, pressing a sweet kiss against your neck making you giggle.

“you little minx.” he grunted, as he pulled out from you, the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs was a pretty sight.

gonns kms now cause i cant take the stress away from our ghost :((

#ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #soap x reader #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #konig mw2

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takaraphoenix · 4 months ago

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Good news for everyone interested in the story, devastating news for me, who thought she was gonna write a short oneshot:

The Clever One (link to the excerpts I already posted on tumblr) decided to turn into a multi-chapter fic, as I was possessed to write like 2.1k on the season 2 finale alone today. Which is not what's gonna happen next, the story starts with the season 1 finale. Which means that all of season 2 has to happen in between.

I have however also decided to not delay it so the first chapter will be posted on AO3 and FFNet tomorrow. So, look out for some Pack Mom and Alpha Mate Stiles coming to a fanfiction site near you tomorrow! ;)

And to sweeten this announcement, have a tiny bit from what I wrote today at work, because I like being a tease.

“Help me get my pups down.”

Stiles' voice was a growl, his eyes hard. Even as he held his aching ribs and hunched over to avoid more pain, he somehow managed to be a threatening presence. Chris looked at him startled, his eyes wandering to Boyd and Erica, still strung up.

“Your pups.”

Rolling his eyes, Stiles got to work. “You're clever, Chris. Figure it out. Your father did too, after all. That's why he took me.”

A pause, and a sharp intake of breath. “You're the Alpha Mate.”

“Ding, ding, ding,” Stiles' voice was dripping with fake cheer and sarcasm. “Now, help me get my pups down, or get the fuck out, I don't care.”

He was mildly pleased when Chris actually came to help him. With some difficulty, Boyd and Erica were freed, both wrapping themselves around Stiles near immediately, nuzzling his neck from either side to scent their Alpha. Stiles returned the gesture, as well as he could at the moment. Everything ached and the two werewolves attached to him were solid walls that limited his movement.

“Get out,” Chris ordered, voice low.

As Erica and Boyd flanked him from either side to help him, Stiles threw one last look at Chris. “Thank you. I'll not forget this.”

There was a tension in the air, both Chris and Stiles knowing how much these words meant. He was the Alpha Mate and he admitted a debt to the hunter. Stiles knew that was a big deal, but he also knew Chris deserved it. Knowing his mate's tendency for burning everything to the ground on his path for revenge – a bit ironic, all things considered – Peter may very well try to kill all remaining Argents. And Stiles had just handed Chris a get out of being murdered free card.

Stiles returned his attention to his betas. “C'mon, kids, time to get home.”

A sarcastic eyeroll from Erica that lost a lot of its effect due to her tear-smeared make-up and slowly healing bruises. “Sure thing, mom. I'm sure dad will be delighted.”

That actually made Stiles wince a little. Yeah, Peter was not going to be happy about this. Gerard had taken him to punish Peter, to send a warning to Peter. Ideally, Stiles would go home, nurse his wounds on his own and never tell anyone about this. Alas, there were two very worried and protective betas with him right now and there was just no way they weren't gonna go tattle to their Alpha. Might as well get it over with then.

#Steter #Fic: The Clever One #Teen Wolf #Peter Hale #Stiles Stilinski #Pack Mom Stiles #Sneak Peek #Phoe's Fics #Erica Reyes #Vernon Boyd #who are both going to live :3 as nature intended :3

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sugartitstownley · 11 months ago

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💙 A Trikey Lookbook 🧡

Here’s a collection of some fun Trikey stuff. I forgot Tumblr has a 10 image limit, so I had to combine some images, and there’s definitely going to be a part 2 and possibly part 3 because I have so many things in my gallery.

Warnings: Talk of violence but nothing too graphic, rude comments over weight, explicit language, sexual innuendos and but no actual smut.

Michael watches with a disapproving look as Trevor hangs up newspaper articles and images of their various dealings across town.

“T, do you have to hang it like it’s fuckin’ artwork?” Michael huffs, pointing at the paper on the upper left. “I feel like I’m comin’ too close to landing my ass in jail. That Lawrence guy named me for Christ’s sake — and it’s your fault!”

Trevor smirks. “Ah, come on, Mikey! It slipped out. Whats the big deal? We’ll be in a new town tomorrow.”

“The big deal is that I prefer not to have my name plastered on the evening news!”

“Relax,” Trevor rubs his hand up and down Michael’s tricep. “Wear it like a badge of honor. Your name is in the paper, and those idiots still have no idea who you are. You’re a fuckin’ legend!”

At that, Michael finally cracks a smile. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And you’re hot, too,” Trevor says while taping up the sticky note next to Michael’s picture, his smirk growing as he listens to the shorter man laugh beside him.

“Now that I knew already.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

Overplayed Christmas songs and the faint smell of gingerbread fill the house. Michael can barley make out the sound of Amanda griping to her father over his questions about her chosen profession and when she was going to “grow up.”

He knows he should be out there pretending to enjoy the family bickering and Christmas cheer, but he honestly feels like a fish out of water.

The family, the gift wrapping, the normalcy — it’s certainly better than any holiday he spent during his youth. Still, he can’t help but compare it to every year with his maniacal counterpart, Trevor.

“Mikey-boy, got those beers you were wanting,” Trevor says, dropping the six pack on to the motel bed. “I better be rewarded. It was hell out there.”

Michael glances over from his spot on the bed, his eyes immediately drawn to Trevor’s once-clean outfit that has now become disheveled and stained with dark red within the short time the man was gone. “The fuck happened?”

“This fucking family,” Trevor starts while stripping from his clothes, not bothering to warn Mike since it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. “All I did was tell the father to watch his fucking kids before they get hit by oncoming traffic.”

Michael, knowing there’s way more to the story than his partner in crime is telling him, shoots him a look. “Jesus Christ. Did you kill him in front of his kids?”

“What? No! God, M. Who do you think I am? I killed the kids first obviously since he clearly didn’t give a shit about them,” Trevor shrugs, pulling on a fresh pair of sweatpants.

Seeing Michael’s face pale, Trevor quickly continues. “I’m kidding! Sweet Jesus. I hit a deer, so I gutted him a little for meat. You’re welcome.”

Michael sighs softly, relieved that Trevor hasn’t done anything to prematurely set off alarm bells to local authorities for their next score. “Sorry, T. Just on edge, I think.”

“Come on,” Trevor grabs the beer pack and pulls Michael up by his hand, leading him over to their portable oven. “Let’s bake some cookies, probably ruin them since that’s our tradition, and then just watch one of those fruity fuckin’ movies you like.”

A knock on the door brings Michael out of his flashback, and a few seconds later, Amanda‘s head pops through the door, followed by her hands holding two decorated Christmas cookies.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Amanda asks, gesturing to the letter beneath his hand.

“Nothing, nothing,” He stands up, dropping the marker, vowing to finish the letter later and send it out in the morning. “I’m coming.”

He grabs the sugar cookie out of her hand and takes a bite as he follows her back into the living room. Somehow, the golden brown cookie with a soft center and a delicate balance of sweetness is no match for the dry and crumbly cookie sporting burnt edges and artificial flavors that he’s used to tasting every year with Trevor.

God, he misses him.

“How the hell did you even get into my office without security stopping you?”

Trevor looks up from his office chair at the Vanilla Unicorn to see Michael standing over him. “What?”

“This,” Michael drops the paper in front of the other man. “What does this mean, Trev? I thought we were over this shit.”

“First of all, Michael, I will decide when we are over it,” Trevor snaps. “Second — can’t a guy joke around anymore without there being some deeper, psychological reason for it?”

“With you? I think there’s always a deeper, psychological reason,” he grins. “But c’mon, how’d you get this in the studio?”

“I’m a seasoned robber, pork chop. Don’t you think I could get in without anyone knowing?”

“Uh, you’re more the type to be so loud and brash that everyone ends up knowing you’re there.”

Trevor shrugs, knowing his running buddy has some sort of point. “Alright, I told them we were married, and I needed to see you.”

Michael laughs, but his amusement is short lived when Trevor’s face stays earnest. “You didn’t.”

“I sure did, Mikey. And a few of those assholes weren’t very supportive, so you need to watch the company you keep, man.”

“Trevor! I work with those people! They all know I’m married to Amanda. What did they say? Were they shocked?”

“Not one soul was shocked,” Trevor huffs out a laugh. “Eighty percent of Vinewood is in the closet.”

Michael falters. “But … I’m not. I’m not —”

“I think we both know that’s not true, sugar.”

First dates. They were one hundred and ten percent first dates — or were they? What even is a date?

Longing looks, some sort of nerves, maybe a sprinkle of sexual tension for a lot of people — Christ. By that definition, he and Trevor had been on nothing but dates their whole lives with one another.

It’s not that Michael didn’t know there is something between them, but what that something is often eluded him.

He had miraculously talked Trevor into going to a Los Santos Panic game. Neither guy was a sports fanatic — Trevor choosing to forgo watching sports altogether for the most part because, in his words, “if I wanted to watch a bunch of guys touch balls, I’d just watch porn,” and Michael was undoubtedly more of a movie buff since most games only reminded him of what could have blossomed out of his high school football career.

Nonetheless, Michael indulged in a game or two — if not for the game itself, at least for the buttered popcorn and greasy hotdogs.

“You know that shit is bad for you, right? One day, I’m going to have to call the paramedics to haul your fat carcass out of the bed after you have a heart attack in your sleep.”

Michael rolls his eyes before halfheartedly giving Trevor a shove. “Ha, ha. Very funny, cocksucker.”

“It’s not a mean insult if it’s true, Mikey.”

Their next “date” is at Beachwalk Bistro near Vespucci Beach. Both men slipped into some unspoken agreement that they are delicately walking the line between friendship and more.

Michael fidgets with his napkin, glancing over at Trevor who seems uncharacteristically uneasy as well. The air crackles around them with an energy, a blend of nostalgic and unexplored feelings.

Michael clears his throat. “So, uh, how’s life?”

Trevor smirks, his eyes glistening with amusement. “How’s life? You mean since you last saw me yesterday?”

Michael gives a subtle sigh before changing the subject completely. “Amanda and I are getting divorced.”

At that, Trevor nods. “Yeah, Jimmy told me.”

A look of shock crosses Michael’s face, but before he can ask, the waiter comes over and interrupts them. They hastily place their orders before retreating into silence.

As the night unfolds, their conversation sticks — for the most part — around work, upcoming plans with Franklin and Lamar, and anything else but the emotions lingering beneath the surface. That doesn’t stop Trevor from brushing his hand against Michael’s while grabbing at his plate for a taste or Michael from taking an extra long glance at his best friend.

With plates emptied and stacked, they both leave the restaurant, choosing to make the short trek to Vespucci Beach and walk.

There is a hesitant pause before Trevor breaks the silence. “This wasn’t terrible, Mikey.”

“It was different.”

Trevor hums in agreement, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, different. In a good way.”

Their eyes met, a shared understanding between them. The unspoken tension that’s been building since Trevor made his way back into Michael’s life gave way to a warmth that only hinted at the depth of their connection.

Michael reached out his hand and tentatively linked his fingers through Trevor’s, and the taller man reciprocated immediately by giving a subtle squeeze.

“We’ve been through a lot of fucked up shit, Trev,” Michael says, stopping along the water to look at Trevor. “I know we’ve worked through most of it by now, but I didn’t really expect things to turn out like this.”

“Life’s full of surprises, sugar.”

Their eyes meet, and suddenly one — or both — are leaning in to finally close the distance. The first brush of their lips ignits the metaphorical spark that has been smoldering for months.

As they pull back, neither man is quick to say anything. Instead, Michael just tugs on Trevor’s hand, and they head down the beach once again.

“So, Mikey. Kissing your best friend on the beach under the moonlight. A little cliche, even for you, don’t you think?”

Michael just grins and shakes his head. “What? You’ve never had a fantasy?”

“Well, there was one,” Trevor starts. “We kill a bunch of those bikers, dump their bodies in the river, then fuck in their van — or keep their bodies in the van … you know, if you’re into that.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Michael mutters. “Let’s just keep our thoughts to ourselves from now on.”

“Your loss.”

Yeah, they were definitely dates.

“You’re ‘embarrassed’ for us? You’re the one who spray-painted that in the first place!”

“I was trying to be loving,” Trevor huffs. “At least I didn’t take a picture of my meal like I’m a middle-aged white mom on Lifeinvader.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael says, running his hands through Trevor’s grown-out hair. “Make fun all you want. You wrote ‘Trevor plus Mikey’ on the wall. You love me.”

“Shut the fuck up before I tell Amanda about the time you wore her underwear.”

Michael points a finger at his boyfriend. “That was one god damn time, and it was only because you asked.”

Trevor laughs. “You looked pretty, sugar. Don’t worry.”

“You can’t avoid her forever, Mikey.”

Michael groans, his head resting in his hands as he lays on their shared bed. “Tracey saw the notes, T. She knows.”

“Well, we do live together now. I’m pretty sure she already knows.”

“No,” Michael drops his hands to meet Trevor’s eyes. “Christ. She knows what the notes said. How the fuck can I look her in the eyes now?”

Trevor’s face scrunches up in confusion. “You divorced her mom to shack up with her uncle. How the fuck could you look her in the eyes before?”

Michael tries to glare at him, but it doesn’t come off as menacing as years prior — it never does now. “I know you ain’t wrong, but you don’t have to say it.”

“She loves you. Stop worrying.”

“But —”

“‘No buts,” Trevor cuts him off, placing a kiss on the top of his head. “She just wants you happy. So stop moping like a sad sack of shit and come cuddle me.”

“Now who’s the one hanging shit like it’s art?”

Michael feels Trevor wrap his arms around him from behind and place a kiss on his neck. “What do you mean, T?”

“Has your memory deteriorated already? You used to hate when I’d pin up pictures of our various … activities.”

“That was different,” Michael links one of his hands with Trevor’s, who are still wrapped around his waist, and uses the other one to sort through more photos before landing on one. “Do you remember this night back in North Yankton?”

Trevor lets his gaze fall down to the photo, which shows a young Michael and Trevor sporting a buzz cut and long hair respectively. They’re standing in front of a fire, the soft glow from the flames highlighting their features. Trevor, who has one arm around the shorter man’s shoulders is flipping off the camera, and Michael is smirking up at Trevor like he just said something amusing before the flash went off.

“Sure do, pork chop,” Trevor says. “Think Brad took this one. More importantly, I couldn’t forget this night if I tried. Your questionable singing still haunts my nightmares.”

Michael chuckles, reaching for another photo. “I thought I sounded pretty good.”

“Keep dreaming,” Trevor unwraps his arms around Michael to look through the remaining photos. “Can I add stuff to this board too?”

“So long as it doesn’t scar anyone,” Michael jokes.

“No promises, Mikey.”

#michael de santa #michael townley #trikey #trevor philips

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thatsdemko · 2 years ago

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lil secret - j.swayman

masterlist

requested: y

pairings: Jeremy swayman x mcavoy!fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + a little short + mentions of panic

a/n: this was supposed to be with the ask as a blurb BUT tumblr found the picture offensive with the ask so it’s in imagine form but really it’s a blurb! this blurb has been lightly proof read

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

“we really shouldn’t be doing this.” were the famous words of any secret relationship or situationship. it was the words you and Jeremy were constantly saying over and over, yet you both found yourselves underneath each other every occurring week. you were both were addicted to each other.

“well I couldn’t resist myself, you look good in that dress.” he pulled you into his lap. his hands finding their way under your dress, and his fingers just grazed the cotton material that was damp. you, yourself, couldn’t wait to get behind a closed door with him. when you saw him in that suit walk into your brothers apartment, you just knew you needed him alone.

his fingers moved from the fabric to inside of you, and a moan— that may have been too loud for trying to keep privacy—slipped out of your mouth. Jeremy shoved his tie in your mouth for you to clamp on. he couldn’t have you blow this.

chuckling to himself, he removed his fingers from inside of you. you watched him lick his fingers, joyfully, “you gotta be quiet if you don’t want your brother to know, baby girl.”

your legs were straddling his thick thigh. the moment he sat down next to you on the couch you mentally moaned and physically squirmed next to him. the dress pants were awfully tight on him, and he picked them for a reason. to toy with you.

shifting underneath you now, you felt him push his thigh up and down reminding you why you were in the family bathroom in the first place. “you gonna ride me, baby girl?” he whispered in your ear sending chills down your spine.

“like no tomorrow.” you felt his hands gripping your hips guiding you up and down the fabric carefully. you could feel the relief in your body finally having this moment. he was absolutely astounded by just how much joy and pleasure this was bringing you.

but on the other side of the door, there was your panicked brother searching for you. the last he saw you was at the bar ordering a drink, and ever since twenty minutes ago he hadn’t seen you since. he was asking everyone he knew, or just anyone in general, but nobody knew where you were.

“calm down, she’s gotta still be in the building. I’m sure she’s just doing her makeup.” Jake tried to calm him down because usually at events you stuck by Charlie’s side, and Jake knew this. but seeing your phone was still at the table, he had lost all hope you were still here.

“she doesn’t have her phone, man. I’m worried.”

one of the girlfriends had reported no one was in the ladies room, but one of the family bathroom doors was locked. his only hope was for you to still be in there, or else he was the worst brother ever and somehow let you slip out the building.

making his way to the family bathroom door he could smell your perfume. if it’s one thing Charlie ever knew, it was that he loathed the scent of warm vanilla. and that just so happened to be your scent, but this time he was glad to inhale it.

the loud knock of someone’s knuckles against the steel door was enough to jolt you off of Jeremy and immediately run to the mirror to fix yourself. the voice coming from the other side of the door was no one other than your brother. of course. you knew with how long you’d been gone, he had a search party looking for you.

“y/n, are you in there?” you heard his voice ring through the bathroom, you heard Jeremy whisper a few swear words trying to find somewhere to hide, but there was nowhere. you could not have your brother see you with him. not in the panicked state he was already in.

“yeah, hold on!” you peaked behind you to see Jeremy gesturing for you to go first and he’d somehow make his way out of the bathroom after you. you just had to make sure the door didn’t open wide enough to reveal you weren’t in there alone.

letting out a final sigh having brought yourself back to a decent state, you opened the door in the slightest, revealing your face to Charlie, and then squeezing your way out.

“it’s been twenty minutes, are you okay?”

smiling to yourself, you nodded, taking a glance back at the door to see Jeremy had just slipped out, he sent you a wink as you watched him adjust his tie, “oh I’ve never been better.”

#hockey imagines #hockey #jeremy swayman #Boston bruins #boston bruins fic #boston bruins imagine #Boston bruins blurb #Jeremy swayman x reader #charlie mcavoy #Jeremy swayman imagine #Jeremy swayman blurb #hockey fic #hockey blurbs #nhl blurb #nhl

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cowandcalf · 9 months ago

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Feeback Fest 2024: H50 Fic Recs

For International Fanworks Day, February 15 (for more information see this post by @transformativeworks)

Thank you, babe @stephmcx because of your great fic rec list I noticed this amazing Fic Rec Day! I'm not often on Tumblr anymore scrolling and discovering interesting things and I miss the interaction with other fandom folks. And here you are, posting a great fic rec list of the most epic OTP ever: Steve and Danny.

I have my McDanno 'go-to' fics I love dearly but for this list I put together a different number of McDanno stories from my bookmarks. I hope some of you haven't read them already. Maybe there's a chance you find an unknown great McDanno story. All of my recommanded stories always act like a large safety net of love I let myself fall into when I need those special, unique, and most magic McDanno vibes.

1.Blue Shorts and Gloves by WeirdoOfTheCentury - Summary: Danny... well Danny is Danny. Stella is a protective Sister and both Steve and herself wanna commit a crime when it comes to Danno. @shadowhunterdownworlderhybrid

2.Touch My World With Your Fingertips by kristen999 - Summary: Danny has plans for Steve when he returns home from his reserve drill.

3.More Than Words, Part One by Candy_A - Summary: The first chapter in a series based on the events that follow Danny's rescue from Colombia (Episode 5.17). In this installment, Danny returns to Hawaii and he and Steve begin to cope with the reality of Danny's ordeal there. (Nine parts belong to this outstanding series)

4.See You Tomorrow by bgharison - Summary: "When we were leaving the office, I said, ‘see you tomorrow’ to Chin and Kono, and they said, ‘yeah, see you tomorrow'. I said, ‘see you tomorrow’ to you, and you said, ‘goodnight’, And 'goodnight' sounded like 'goodbye', okay?""I wasn't saying goodbye," he said, finally. But he kept his eyes fixed on the water.

5.Why don't you try me? by azziria - Summary: Steve and Danny both want the same thing, they just don't know it yet.

6.Back To Back (They Faced Each Other) by harrycrewe - Summary: Danny didn’t even realize that Steve was a sentinel when they first met. That probably said a lot right there about what kind of a guide Danny was.

7.Like Death and Taxes by ariadnes_string - Summary: "One of these days," Steve growled, voice low and rough and filthy, "I'm gonna rip this thing off you and gag you with it." (That's my very first McDanno fanfic I read.)

8.Moments In The Skript by joannereads - Summary: Hello all! So, over the last few years I have dreamed of a few scenarios before, during and after the events of The Script. I wanted to add to it, but never found the time, so now I'm making a point of doing it. I'll add to this as and when I have time or the muse is singing. Some of the stories will be teen and up, some explicit. Hope you enjoy! (RPF)

9.Close To Me by joannereads - Summary: Danny Williams is 17. Steve McGarrett is 26. They all live in Hawaii. And their lives are about to get really, really messy. Because Steve? Steve's his brother's best friend.

10.Sock Monkey by Cattraine - Summary: He’s late; he’s running late when the call comes in. One minute he’s sitting at a traffic light on a perfect day on his way to work, bemoaning his lack of coffee and the next he’s screeching the Camaro’s tires towards the accident, heart pounding, keeping perfect time with the chant in his head. No, no, no. It can’t be.

#international fanworks day #h50 #fic rec #mcanno fic rec #feedback fest #ifd 2024 #hawaii five 0 #steve mcgarrett #danny williams

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randomravager · 4 months ago

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10: Are you allergic to anything?

12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?

13: Are you a cat or dog person?

14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?

19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?

22: Pet peeves?

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?

46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! (or squish or partner or best friend or someone you just really love)

48: A sound you really love?

58: What does your URL mean?

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?

10: not allergic to anything 💪

12: I think I drink tea the most often, like with breakfast, and I like it more than coffee (probably). hot cocoa is so wonderful when done right, but I also don’t drink it often and tea is better <3

13: it fluctuates. I adore both, but thanks to bex (qua’s dog!) im more of a dog person

14: merperson because I love water and the ocean is beautiful and amazing and I love water. I think I’d miss human civilisation though, so if I can’t shift between land and water then no thanks I’ll be a vampire

19: I think that if peoples souls are still wandering in relation to the material world, they’re not concious. they’d go off of instinct and just… exist in ways that may or may not slightly affect the people of their lives. im tired and not explaining this very well but maybe ill edit it later to make more sense!

22: pet peeves? I definitely have a good amount but the main one is when people stand in the middle of the street. like WHY?!?! people will get bothered by you.

41: @qua-qua-qua <3

46: more qua! agh I’ll keep this short and won’t put everything into this one tumblr ask, but you are the prettiest boy-girl and the most wonderful and kind human being who has just been there for me since we became friends and youre so so smart and a really interesting person and you’re also very warm and I need more cuddles and to fall asleep on you because I love you/p and you are amazing

48: I love the sound of birds! also this is more music but the steven universe instrumental soundtrack. ooh also the crash of the drum kit!

58: so this url is my Spotify username that I made shortly after watching guardians of the galaxy, so the ravager part comes from that movie and the random part comes from my love of alliteration. yeah I used it for tumblr and i like it!

71: I will put picks of my top 3 fits tomorrow! I am tired 🥲

#asks

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pinievsev · 1 year ago

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Hiii it’s me again 🤭‼️ (the one who requested the short tempered!minjae x arrogant reader)

sooo lately I’ve been craving for fluff/comfort one shot , sooo maybe could you do a sumin x reader ? liiike reader is either a trainee under kq orrr the 11th members of xikers (like they live in the same dorm as them)

and like reader come in sumin’s room to ask for cuddle cuz it’s been tough today at the company ?

Anyway hope you had a good day/will have a good day , take care

LOVE YA🫶

SUMIN X GN! READER!

Practice

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Sumin X GN!reader

Warnings: maybe like one swear word, established relationship, kisses-?. Really short, I just got home from school.

You groaned as you fell back on the floor of the practice room, you've been in here for the past 6 hours practicing.

You just couldn't get the choreography right, Minjae tried helping you but he had to go so you insisted on staying late after practice. So that's 3 hours of practice on your own. You stared at the ceiling. Your rest being interrupted by the sound of the door opening, Making you look up

There stood sumin holding a bag in one hand and a two cups of coffee in the other.

"Weren't you going to go home?" You questioned the boy, sitting upright. "I was. But Minjae told me you stayed behind so I came to check on you".

He moved to sit next to you handing you your coffee. You took it thankfully, taking a long sip "you're awesome" he smiled at you and patted your head.

"You should rest a bit ya know" you shook your head at him "can't. I need to get this choreography down by tomorrow."

He nudged you softly "tomorrow night. We can practice in the morning".

"You don't have to-" he cut you off with a peck on your lips "bullshit. I want to. Now get up" he stood up pulling you along.

You groaned as you fell off the couch of the dorms, rubbing your face with both hands. Sumin following after you, falling on top of you. He adjusted your position so you were on top of him instead and hugged you close.

"I need to change" you said trying to stand up. "In a bit. We haven't had alone time all dayyyy" he whined "yeah and we still don't" you informed sitting up and pointing to hunter and yechan standing by the kitchen door.

"Fineee" you got up and grabbed a pair of fresh clothes from your room then making your way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Once you finished you entered your room, Sumin was already laying in your bed, making grabby hands at you. You chuckled and made your way over falling down next to Him.

He pulled you to him, burying his face in your neck. "Now sleep" you didn't answer, placing your arms securely around him and closing your eyes. "Thank you."

"For what?" He asked using his hands to pull himself up "for being here. I'd probably still be practicing if it wasn't for you" he smiled sheepishly at you

"I know, I'm an awesome boyfriend" you smacked his hand and pulled him back down but he pulled himself right back up, puckering his lips at you.

You laughed at him but before he could protest you kissed him and pulled him down once again.

"Now. We sleep" you said and his laugh was the last thing you heard before falling asleep, the exhaustion taking over your body.

#fanfiction #kpop #kpop x reader #xikers #xikers x reader #xikers imagine #xikers sumin #xikers sumin x reader

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yoongiaahh · 1 year ago

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First Day - Me or Him

title: first day

series: me or him

pairing: yoongi x reader(f), namjoon x reader(f)

genre: love triangle ; rating m (18+)

summary: as you and your best friend start the first day of senior year you realize you have no classes together. you don't like people and stray away until someone catches your eye in class, not only that but you're assigned to sit next to each other. this is not how you wanted to kick off the first day of school… will feelings bloom? does your bestfriend approve?

note: hiiii this is my first fanfic so im really nervous lol. i decided on a series because as i was writing my mind was RACINGGG lmao i had so many ideas and didnt want it to be forever long. so i hope youll stay along for the ride. please let me know how you like it! im trying to work on my writing skills so any tips are appreciated :) as for the fic its gonna be spicy but itll be a slow burn so dont get your hopes up lol i want to give you a good taste of the characters before jumping in. i wanted to keep this chapter pretty short to begin so we can leave off with a little cliff hanger SORRY itll be worth it i promise! im also new to the tumblr writing scene and still figuring out the controls AGAIN tips appreciated! thank you <3

warnings: none YET

estimated total wc: 1.6k

Your alarm is much louder than you're used to. Not that it matters, you had woken up a whole two hours before it went off.

It’s the first day of your senior year, you can hardly keep your smoothie down due to the rumbling pit of nervousness in your stomach. As you are pacing the room waiting for your brother to come bursting through the door you get a phone call. It's Namjoon, your best friend since middle school and suddenly you feel a little better about how the rest of your day is going to go knowing he’ll be right by your side.

“You ready? I'll be there in five.”

“As ready as I'll ever be Joonie.” You say with a smirk and major sarcasm wondering how you landed a friend so opposite from you.

“Perk up, it's our senior year… what could go wrong.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever see you soon.” Hanging up the phone quickly you grab your bag and run down stairs. You practically plowed through your brother as he was running up to make sure you were ready.

He’s pissed you can just tell by the way his eyes bolt directly to yours.

“Are you fucking kidding me, I had the courtesy of coming to get you and you repay me by messing up my hair.” His words come out like an avalanche as he immediately runs to fix what you supposedly messed up, yet it doesn't look like one strand fell out of place.

“Tae maybe instead of worrying about your appearance so much you can put more effort into school this year.” You scream through the house.

Your brother is a year below you and a complete douche. It comes across your mind more than ever how the two of you can be related. He's the king of his class, making new friends every day while you have had one friend for the entirety of the time you've been in this city. You’ve never really had the want or need to have anyone else than Joon, and you’re glad you havent had to share since he’s never kept another friend besides his gaming buddies.

Joon finally arrives at your driveway. As you're walking out the door you remind yourself there's only one more year of this hell you've been going through for the past three years. You atleast need to get through today, leave your worries for tomorrow and do your best.

The car ride to school lifts your spirits as you listen to Joon gawk about all the clubs he wants to enter and all the classes he signed himself up for. You’re happy for him but not at all what you are thinking about at the moment. Playing your favorite tunes through his amped speakers you reflect on the amazing summer you had and wish that it never had to end.

Gathering your things you and Joon walk up to the bulletin board to check what classes you got put into. Just as your morning got better all the nervousness you had earlier hits you like a truck. You don't have a single class together with him, which in the five years of knowing each other has never happened.

Immediately you both turn your heads in shock. You knew one day this would happen but why the first semester of your last year. You're sweating bullets not knowing how you'll get through today without him.

Trying to make you feel better, Joon offers to switch a class in hopes the teacher would approve.

“It’s alright Joonie, you already said how excited you were for the classes you picked and you got into all of them. I’ll manage somehow.” As soon as you say it you regret it. He would definitely switch if you had just agreed but you don't want to hold him back.

“Well we still have lunch together so just keep your cool till then.” His smile is the nausea pill you wish you had.

He wraps you up in a hug, letting you know everything will be alright. Once separated from the embrace you needed you make your way to your first class of the day.

The bell rings and students come piling in to take their seats before the teacher starts going over the plans for the semester. Writing everything in your notebook to keep your mind off this lonely day that has just started.

It’s not that you don't like school, you actually very much enjoy it and have always kept good grades. You’re just horrible at conversation and not much of a people person to begin with.

Joon and you had been paired together for a project way back when, which is how you and him ended up being friends. He is a very straightforward person so making conversation with him was never an issue, and you actually had quite a bit in common. He could clearly tell you were shy so to say the least he started most of the talk between you two. Once the project had been turned in everyone had returned back to their chosen seating to sit with their friends and you were surprised to see that he chose to continue sitting by you. Since that day you had been inseparable.

Lunch is finally here. Classes fled by quick since it was mostly introductions and receiving your sylbasses. Your backpack feeling like a brick from the textbooks you gathered you make your way to the cafeteria. You quickly find Joon and walk up to the line to get food.

“So how’d it go? Make any friends?” Joon snickers as he says the last part, knowing you all too well.

“Oh yeah I actually already have a new best friend so I guess i'll go sit with them.” Turning your head pretending to look for someone as Joon lets out a laugh. You spin around to smack his arm knowing he saw right through your mockery.

“As much as I would hate to be replaced, it wouldn't kill you to make a friend or atleast find someone else to talk to.” Nudging your shoulder as he says the words.

“I’m good with my small circle, thanks”

You both go back and forth with how the day has gone so far. He couldn't go on enough about how happy he is with his classes, which makes you forget the regret you had earlier about his offer.

The lunch bell goes off so you both clear your trays and head out to the hallways. Study hall is next for you so the nerves have suppressed as you know you can put your earbuds in and tune out the class. Joon gives you a wink and lets you know to meet back at his car when the day is over.

Heading to your locker to put the stack of textbooks you received away you get a text.

JoonieBug🪲🤍

Fighting❤️

Whatever loser❤️

You giggle as you put your phone back in your pocket and head to your class.

“Hello class, I hope your first day of senior year has been great! As you all know, study hall is your hour window to get caught up with your work or take a breather and relax before heading to the rest of your classes.” The teacher says much too loud for your liking. “I have put a seating chart together in hopes everyone can meet some fresh new faces. Please follow this chart as it is part of your participation grade.”

Great.

The last thing you wanted was to meet ‘fresh new faces’.

You grab your assigned seat and whip out your airpods in hopes that the person who's placed next to you takes the hint and stays to themself. Though to your surprise the bell had rung and the seat next to you was still vacant.

As you get out your syllabi to scan and send to your mother you hear commotion at the front of the class. You take out an airpod to see what is going on and you're taken aback when you see a boy with bleached blonde hair rolling his eyes as the teacher is complaining to him about being late. You don't know why but there are butterflies in your stomach as you look at him. Retracting your gaze he turns to meet your eyes. and the butterflies only get worse as you see him heading to the seat next to you.

He throws himself down in the seat and you can feel the heat in your cheeks rising. You don't know why your body is reacting this way.

In all of your other classes you had gotten a seat to yourself luckily but that wasn't the case here.

Hoping he doesn't notice your face looking like a cherry, you press play on your phone and get back to sending the photos to your mom.

“From the way you look you either really didn't want someone sitting here or you must be absolutely enthralled that I’m the person to sit here.”

You barely make out the words as you throw your head around to look at the all too cocky boy taking up the seat next to you.

“I-I don't know what youre talking about.” Turning away with a flushed face. Your mind racing wondering why he would even spout out those words.

“Yoongi”

“What?”

“My name silly, I’m Yoongi.”

“Oh okay”

The smirk on his face is absolutely annoying. You want to slap it right off his face.

“So do I get to know your name?” The smirk slowly turns into a grin as his eyebrow cocks up.

“Alright class, enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see those bright faces tomorrow.” Your teacher says as the class ending bell goes off.

You have never gathered your things into your bag with such haste. Not realizing you left your notebook on the desk you throw the bag over your shoulder as you dart out the door to get anywhere but that classroom.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #fanfic #fan fiction #yoongi smut #namjoon smut #faeswrites #yoongi fanfic #namjoon fanfic #meorhim

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faulty-writes · 11 months ago

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[ Hello followers and or fans, I present to you, Chapter Three of my Tensei holiday series. You can find the first few chapters by searching this tag on Tumblr or you can find Chapter One by clicking this link. This series will probably go on into early next year, but we could all use a little more Tensei in our lives. ]

[ Nothing could get worse between discovering his letter and the broken heart you felt...or so you thought. After arriving at the Iida Estate for the scheduled dinner, Tensei’s parents finally tell you what they want to talk about. Unfortunately, it’s not what you expected and despite declining their offer, they aren’t willing to listen to reason. On the bright side, at least Tensei didn’t see it coming either. ]

On your way to the Iida Estate, you stopped by the agency, which was filled with eerie silence except for your hurried footsteps. It seemed every rational thought in your mind was absent because you couldn’t explain why you wanted the crumbled-up letter.

Despite your lack of sleep, you hoped that when you woke up, it wouldn’t be there. Maybe you just wanted to confirm if it was real or not. Unfortunately, that ache in your chest returned immediately when you spotted the torn and crinkled piece of paper.

It was tempting to tear it apart, but instead, you folded it up and tucked it inside your burgundy blazer. Although you were certain that the Iida family members would all be wearing formal attire that you could only hope to afford, you tried your best to coordinate an outfit that would at least please them.

In addition to your blazer, you also wore an ivory-colored, button-up shirt. The collar of it was adorned with a silky black bow tie which matched the black-hued trousers you wore. The finishing touch to your outfit was a pair of semi-polished black dress shoes.

Overall, you hoped that you gave the aura of a sophisticated individual while also representing the festive season. You took a deep breath, willing the ache in your chest to go away. You needed to be mindful and alert during your visit with the Iida family, which meant you couldn’t let this distract you.

It was like being on a mission or apprehending a villain. You needed to be coordinated, calculated, and ready for the unexpected, which in this case, might be the conversation Mr. and Mrs. Iida wished to have with you. Yeah, you were still dreading that. But there was little to be done about it now.

Taking another deep breath, you locked the door to your office and made your way down to the main floor of the agency before locking the entrance doors and climbing into your car. “Well here goes nothing…” you muttered before starting the engine.

The drive to the Iida Estate was short, and the only thing that made it somewhat bearable was the holiday music blasting from the radio. In a way, it was comforting. But you frowned knowing that this festive time of the year would be over soon.

At least you could take pride in knowing that it was a productive year. This was evident because the Idaten Agency had made the Top 50 list of the Best Agencies in Japan, and you knew that was partly thanks to the new team members who certainly pulled their weight and made the agency just a little better.

The thought made you smile, and you knew that Tensei was also proud of the way you were taking care of his former agency. Nobody knows what tomorrow, let alone next year will bring. All you had to do was your best. This is what you reminded yourself as you drove past the gates of the Iida Estate.

After parking and getting out of your car, you heard someone shout, “Hey!” and turned to see Tensei rolling down the ramp toward you. Before you realized it, a smile came to your face. Guess that was the power he had over you, and his handsome appearance might have had something to do with it.

Like you, he sported a blazer but colored a deep evergreen with golden trim along the cuffs of it in addition to golden cufflinks. A crisp white dress shirt lay beneath his blazer, although the collar of it was open, and a silky red tie encircled it and you noticed there were small snowflakes across its fabric.

His tie complimented the bright red pocket square located on the left side of his blazer. His trousers were a deep shade of charcoal and black oxfords were on his feet. “You look nice,” you complimented, and he smiled. “Thanks, Tenya helped pick this out for me,” he replied, and you chuckled.

Yeah, that sounded like something Tenya would do. “That figures,” you said before opening the side door of your car to take the gifts you had gotten for the Iida family out. A moment of silence filled the air before Tensei said, “You look amazing.” You cried out when your head hit the ceiling of the car and stumbled to turn around.

The gifts you had piled in your arms fell partly on Tensei’s lap and on the ground. He looked startled but immediately addressed your well-being. “Did you hit your head?” He asked, reaching out to you. “No, uh, I mean yeah but…” you rubbed the top of your head and like a ripened tomato, your cheeks turned crimson.

As you knelt to pick up the gifts, you hoped Tensei wouldn’t comment on the color of your face. “Y-you uh, just surprised me with your compliment, and uh…” You shook your head; this wasn’t how you normally act around Tensei.

Jeez, finding that letter really messed you up, but you couldn’t let him find out. ‘Right. He’s…my friend and I must be supportive. No matter how much it hurts,’ and boy did it ever. “Um, sorry for spilling those on you. I can take them,” you said, attempting to organize the gifts in your arms before reaching out to him but he rolled back.

“I can help you carry them!” He insisted with a smile. “Besides you seem a little out of it today, guess the busy holiday season caught up to you, huh?” Tensei had a way of being blunt when he wanted to be, and while that bluntness may come off as rude, most of the time he didn’t mean anything by it.

“Right…busy holiday season…” you replied before walking past him. “Thanks,” you nonchalantly said before respectfully removing your shoes and walking into the Iida Estate. The interior was bathed in a soft beige color, with white trim molding across the top.

The polished marble flooring reflected the light from the chandelier suspended from the ceiling. The center of the foyer was adorned with a grand staircase, its balusters carved with precision and created slender forms that enhanced the allure of elegance that lingered through the room.

At the bottom of the staircase stood a magnificent tree. A string of evergreen encircled it, and flickering lights of red, blue, and yellow provided it with an enchanting glow. Delicate handcrafted ornaments hung from its branches, and a sparkling star adorned the top of the tree.

Beneath the boughs was a delightful array of presents, each one wrapped in festive paper that created a vibrant hue against the marble flooring. Somehow the Iida’s always outdid themselves when it came to decorating and you looked at Tensei who too seemed hypnotized by the tree’s majestic appearance.

The sound of his mother’s voice, however, broke the hold the tree held over your mind. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here,” both of you turned to look at her. A sumptuous crimson kimono hugged her figure, its fabric embroidered with intricate snowflakes.

A green obi with golden swirls encircled her waist and layers of silk bellowed from beneath the kimono, leaving the impression of modesty and poise. The sleeves were long and flowing, with golden trim. On her feet, she wore plain white tabi socks with zori sandals.

Overall, she represented a traditional elegance of beauty and charm. Things that made you feel somewhat subconscious about your outfit, but hey, you tried. She approached the two of you, a smile playing across her features.

“Oh, you brought gifts. Please place them under the tree,” she said, gesturing to it. “Oh right,” you replied, kneeling, and carefully placing each present underneath said tree, making sure the labels were facing the correct way.

Tensei rolled over and handed you the presents that were currently sitting on his lap. “Thank you,” once you were sure all the presents were organized, you stood up. “Dinner is still cooking, why don’t we have tea in the parlor while we wait?” She suggested motioning to the archway located to the left of the foyer.

“Oh, uh,” you glanced at Tensei who nodded. “That…sounds lovely,” you replied before bowing. “Thank you very much,” you leaned back up and made your way to the parlor. Much like the foyer, its walls were painted beige, and plush armchairs were scattered around to enhance the purpose of conversation.

The scent of fresh flowers with subtle citrus undertones mingled with the musky aroma of aged books. The large bookcase surrounding the room and the vase of fresh flowers on the ornate table that took center stage in the room were the sources of the smells.

Overall, the room conveyed a sense of comfort. However, this was short-lived because when you saw Mr. Iida seated in the furthest chair, you tensed up. The conversation he was having with Tenya, who sat next to him, halted when he noticed your presence.

A shiver ran down your spine when he locked eyes with you, and you were about to blurt out a greeting when Mrs. Iida brushed past you. “I’m so happy everyone is here,” she commented before walking over to her husband. “I’ll go make some tea, Tenya will you help me?” She asked and he immediately sprung to his feet.

“Why of course, I would be delighted to help!” He replied, chopping his hand rapidly through the air. You noticed his outfit was a little different from Tensei’s as it was slightly more casual. Instead of a suit, he was wearing a forest green vest that fit snuggly against his chest.

A white button-up shirt complimented the vest, allowing its stark color to stand out. He appeared to be wearing dark, well-fitting jeans that still somehow conveyed a hint of sophistication as did his black dress shoes. “It is wonderful to have you here, Y/n,” he said, his hand moving through the air again.

“I do hope that the festivities occurring today will not be interrupted as they were previously,” you knew he was referring to the incident that happened yesterday. “I guess we’ll see,” you replied, shrugging and Tenya offered you a smile before he left the room with his mother.

“Do you wanna sit here?” Tensei asked, gesturing to one of the open chairs. You were about to respond only to have Mr. Iida speak first. “No,” he said, his voice slightly raspy and authority coated it. You tensed up and looked at him. Like his wife, he too was sporting a kimono although a tad less colorful and more traditional.

It was a deep emerald and you noticed it was partially hidden by the haori he wore. A simple red obi complimented his kimono and was tied behind his back in an artful knot. He too was wearing white tabi socks and zori sandals. Tensei laughed.

“Do you want them to sit closer?” he joked, and Mr. Iida nodded before gesturing to the seat that Tenya was previously sitting in. ‘Oh boy…’ You grimaced and looked at Tensei for reassurance. He offered you a smile and lifted his hand to the side of his mouth.

“I’ll sit next to you,” he whispered, knowing you were still a little uneasy when in his father’s company. “Oh um,” you nodded and reluctantly sat in the requested seat. As promised, Tensei rolled over to take his spot next to you and locked his wheelchair.

“So, Dad,” he began engaging in casual conversation with his father while you sat there with your hands in your lap. It was strange to think you were a Pro Hero, and leader of Team Idaten and could talk to fans, crowds, and villains with little to no problem.

But Tensei’s father…that was an entirely different challenge. His intimidating nature constantly got to you, and it made your mind go blank, making it nearly impossible to speak to him. The minutes that ticked by felt like years, and the tension in the air grew thicker by the second.

Like a fish out of water, you felt like you were unable to get oxygen. Even as the chatter between Tensei and his father continued, you felt awkward. But like an angel descending from the heavens, Mrs. Iida broke the tension when she walked back in with Tenya who was carrying a silver tray that housed a black tea kettle.

Its glazed surface was adorned with a subtle depiction of cherry blossoms. Surrounding the kettle were five cups, each one painted with a unique pattern. You assumed this was so everyone knew for sure which cup was theirs.

As she got closer, the earthy richness and sweet undertones, somewhat reminiscent of roasted seaweed permeated the air and managed to put you at ease for the time being. “You can place it on the table Tenya,” she instructed and once that was done, she carefully poured everyone a cup.

You held yours snugly between your palms, enjoying the subtle heat that seeped through its porcelain body. The weight of the cup in addition to the overwhelming aroma acted like an anchor, grounding your troubles for the moment.

The heat intensified when you brought the cup to your lips and gently blew on it before taking a sip, enjoying the feeling of the warmth of it rushing over your tongue. “Ah,” you said, licking your lips. “This tea is delicious Mrs. Iida,” she smiled at your compliment and took a sip from her cup before looking at Tensei.

“Do you and Y/n have any special plans after dinner?” She asked, making your eyebrow raise. There was a good chance you and Tensei would be doing something after dinner, permitted work didn’t require your attention. But you couldn’t help but feel she was asking that as if she wanted to make sure there were no plans set in motion.

“Not sure,” Tensei replied, smiling when you looked at him. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out,” he said, giving you a playful wink before drinking his tea. You knit your eyebrows before Mr. Iida said, “Don’t make any solid plans.” You looked at him, watching as he drank from his cup before returning your stare.

His gaze was cold and authoritative but that could be because he didn’t want you or Tensei to argue with him. Luckily Tensei found his response just as concerning. “Oh, did you want us after dinner for something?” He asked. His parents were known for last-minute surprises.

Mr. Iida’s gaze lingered on you, making that awkward tension surround you again. ‘Why the hell is he looking at me?’ You glanced to the side and resumed drinking your tea, hoping he would get the hint that his stare was making you uncomfortable.

“Hmp,” he grumbled and rose from his seat to place his cup onto the tray. Mrs. Iida turned to Tensei, “Your father and I were hoping to celebrate something else today as well,” she explained, being as vague as possible. “Something else?” Tensei repeated before looking at his brother.

As if reading his mind, Tenya said, “I am afraid I am unaware of any premeditated plans mother and father may have contrived.” With that, he finished his tea, and placed it on the tray as his father had done. You blinked, trying to process the lack of information and make sense of it.

“Pardon,” all your heads turned to see a man wearing a toque blanche and a white double-breasted jacket. The sleeves of which were rolled up, revealing his rather dry-looking skin. In addition, he was wearing a pristine apron that cinched around his waist, a few stains were visible on the surface of it.

Underneath the apron, he was wearing dark pants. It was safe to assume that he was one of the many chefs the Iida family employed. He bowed respectfully and gestured toward the kitchen. “Dinner is served,” he said, and Mrs. Iida smiled.

“Oh wonderful,” she stood and placed her cup on the tray before instructing Tenya and Tensei to wash up for dinner, then she looked at you and your stomach twisted. Oh no, this was the part where you were going to find out just what they wanted to discuss with you.

That uneasy ache returned, spreading through your chest like wildfire and a feeling of nausea washed over you making your face appear pale. “Huh?” Tensei noticed your odd change in complexion. “Are you okay? Heh, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said, placing his hand on your thigh.

You paused, ignoring the tremble that coursed through your body like a bolt of lightning. Then your lip quivered, his touch was so gentle and loving. “Y-yeah,” you replied, swallowing heavily. “I-I’m-” The sound of throat clearing interrupted you. The two of you turned your heads to see Mr. Iida.

His arms were crossed, and his facial expression was stern. “Tenya, please assist your brother to the restroom,” he stated. “Yes, father!” He immediately and enthusiastically replied. Before Tensei could say anymore, Tenya unlocked his wheelchair and quickly escorted him out of the room.

You curled your fingers so tightly in your lap that your bones began to ache, you had never been so nervous to talk to Tensei’s parents before and maybe you wouldn’t be this nervous if you hadn’t read that damn letter. ‘Whatever happens…happens,’ you reminded yourself after taking a deep breath.

“Y/n,” you looked up at Mrs. Iida who was standing proudly next to her husband. “Y-yes?” you replied, bracing for the worst. “You’ve been a part of our family for quite some time now,” she said, walking over to grab your hand, giving it a gentle tug to signal you to stand up.

Despite the frown on your face, you did as she wanted and placed your now empty cup of tea on the tray. “I still remember when Tensei introduced us to you during your first year at Yuuei, he was so happy to find a classmate who supported the idea of his future agency,” she smiled as she replayed the moment in her head.

Yes, she knew something had changed in her son shortly after he enrolled in Yuuei’s hero course. That certain spark in his eyes was nothing short of admiration and she had her suspicions that maybe, just maybe, her son had found someone to fancy.

The day Tensei brought you home confirmed her suspicions and from that moment on, she hoped that the two of you would end up together. But as the years passed, this hope dwindled. She thought for certain you’d fall in love with her son after the Hero Killer incident that rendered him paraplegic, but again, she was proven wrong.

She knew that the only person her son had eyes for was you. And as far as she knew, you didn’t have any romantic interest in anyone. Yet, Tensei and you remained inseparable. She was very grateful for all that you had done for him and likewise, she assumed that you were grateful for everything Tensei had done for you.

So, there was no reason to delay the exciting decision that she and her husband came to. “We’d like to share the plans we have for you and Tensei,” you knit your eyebrows. “I-I’m sorry?” you replied, what the hell did she mean by plans for you and Tensei?

Didn’t they know that Tensei had feelings for someone else? Or so you assumed he did. The letter was evidence enough! He wrapped an arm around his wife, pulling her closer as if sensing your conflicting aura, and firmly said, “We’d like you to marry our son.”

Your world shattered when you heard those words, and your breath was stolen away. You had joked several times that it was a surprise that they hadn’t proposed that you marry Tensei, and now that joke turned into reality, and it made your heart both race and sink like an anchor.

The war of conflict between selfishness and selflessness and your heart’s lovesick needs versus your brain’s logical reasoning hit you like a brick. “I…um,” words weren’t coming easy now, and you squeezed your hands together, making your fingers turn red.

You swallowed thickly. “I…appreciate your proposal but um…” you latched onto your lip, trying to ignore the saddened look that fell across Mrs. Iida’s face. “I need some time to think about this,” you bowed before scurrying out of the room, guilt flooding your heart like a deadly plague.

This was just too much to process at once, who knew that your greatest enemy would be love? A frown decorated her lips as she turned to look at her husband, hurt and confusion shining in her eyes. It was not an expression he favored seeing on her and he vowed to fix it.

“I believe we’ll be late for dinner,” he said and ignored her perplexed reaction as he guided the two of them out of the room. The long rectangular dining table was covered in an ivory tablecloth that pooled over the edges of said table.

Fine China decorated with subtle festive patterns laid on appropriately themed placemats in front of each chair. The silverware sparkled with a mirror-like sheen and was placed on either side of the said China plates. The glassware gleamed like freshly fallen snow and stood at attention beside the complexly folded linen napkins.

A base of evergreen branches dusted in a coating of artificial snow surrounded by rustic pinecones lay in the center of the table. Their rich brown hues created an earthy contrast that gave the feeling of the holidays with a touch of the outdoors.

Along the branches were clusters of fake cranberries, adding a pop of color and further capturing the essence of the season. Three slender candles, aglow with artificial flames stood like pillars amidst the greenery and each one of them was dressed in a delicate red bow.

At the head of the table sat Mr. Iida, and next to him on the left was his wife. Across from her sat Tenya and next to him Tensei, and finally you took your place next to Mrs. Iida. You shyly glanced at Tensei from across the table as all of you waited for the food to be brought out.

A few minutes of silence passed before the savory scent of roasted turkey, creamy mashed potatoes, green beans, carrots, cranberry sauce, and mouthwatering dinner rolls filled the air. You swallowed as the food was placed on the table, and your stomach gave an approving growl.

As the last of the food was being brought out, you followed Mrs. Iida’s lead and unfolded your linen napkin before draping it across your lap. After expressions of gratitude were complete, Mr. Iida went to work cutting the turkey and everyone filled their plates.

The sound of silverware clanking against said plates echoed, as did the gentle clink of glasses. Regardless of the lack of conversation, there was a peaceful and familial atmosphere. You had almost forgotten about the earlier incident until the repetitive sound of a spoon gently hitting the side of a glass echoed.

Everyone at the table looked at Mr. Iida, the one conducting the noise. He stood up when he was certain he had everyone’s attention. “It’s an honor for the Iida family to be together to celebrate this festive occasion,” he turned his glance on you and unlike before, you weren’t intimidated by any means.

Rather you cocked your eyebrow at him, wondering where he was going with this speech. “And it’s time to celebrate the newest member of our family,” he said. While he knew you had declined the offer, he and his wife so graciously gave you, he would make it happen regardless.

This is what his wife wanted after all. There was no better gift he could give her than watching their son get married to the one she believed would make an excellent spouse. What? You looked around, almost as if you expected someone else to spontaneously manifest out of thin air.

Naturally, you became quite concerned when you noticed that everyone’s gaze was turned on you. ‘Why is everyone looking at me?’ You thought for a moment that you had food on your face or perhaps that you spilled something on your outfit.

But you quickly realized when you looked back at Mr. Iida that he was now gesturing in your direction. “Uh...” you glanced away, feeling quite awkward. Mr. Iida lifted his glass into the air, the contents of it swirling around as he made a toast.

“I’m honored that Y/n has agreed to marry our son,” he stated causing Tenya to jolt in his seat. He blinked, and his lips parted as he looked at his brother who was equally as shocked. But Tensei’s eyes were focused on you as if you would have the answer to what had just happened.

Your mouth hung open and you shook your head slightly as if to convey to him and Tenya that you had no idea what was going on. Well, other than the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Iida didn’t respect the answer you had already given them and were now twisting it in their favor.

You frowned, understandably angry, in addition to the other confusing emotions you had been dealing with since yesterday. Even if marrying Tensei would be a dream, you couldn’t let him do that if he had feelings for someone else. “Mr. Iida I-” he ignored you.

“I propose a toast to the new couple,” he said before looking at his wife who was absolutely beaming with happiness. “We’ll start planning the wedding accordingly,” with that, he swallowed a mouthful of his drink and sat back down. “I’m so honored that you changed your mind,” Mrs. Iida said, turning to you.

Despite wanting to tell her that you, in fact, did not change your mind. You knew that was disrespectful and you didn’t want to ruin dinner. So instead, you nodded and remained quiet as you continued eating. You focused your attention on your plate, refusing to look at the members of the Iida family.

Your mind was too preoccupied to carry on a conversation anyway. It was a strange feeling, you finally got the chance to be with the one you had adored for years and yet, you couldn’t because he had feelings for someone else.

Granted, there was no name mentioned in the letter making it nearly impossible to figure out who he was referring to. Asking Tenya did cross your mind, but you felt like that was going behind Tensei’s back and the last thing you needed to do was to hurt him.

The most important thing now was not your feelings but Tensei’s. If you could have a private moment with him after dinner, then maybe you could explain how you found his letter and ended up reading it out of curiosity.

You could potentially also explain what had just happened and how you initially refused the offer his parents gave you to marry him. You wanted to sigh but instead latched onto your lip. This holiday season just turned into a Hallmark love triangle tragedy.

[ Chapter IV ]

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craftycheetah · 2 years ago

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a pediatrician and a bar owner. what could go wrong?

tags/warnings: ABO, no quirks, heat cycles, phone sex, dildos, knots, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, licking

taglist: @pharaohanubis0

Word Count: 9.6K

A/N: back at it again with the tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap

“hey girly pop,” mina, your best friend, grins from the doorway of your office. “ready for a fun night out?”

you look up at her, confused. “i’m sorry?”

“i told you we’re going out tonight, remember? this new alpha i’m seeing—so hot by the way—his friend owns the komori club and he got us in for free.”

“oh yeah, i remember,” you smile and finish arranging the files. “i’m not really feeling so hot. i’ve been working all day and—“

mina puts her finger up. “imma stop you right there. i don’t care. you’re turning thirty tomorrow and tomorrow is the only day you have off all week so we’re going out tonight, end of story.”

you pout, knowing you can’t argue and reluctantly agree. “okay…”

“yay!”

she helps you press your hair and pick out a cute outfit, practically dragging you into the uber. the komori club is the hottest club in town. anybody who is anybody went there.

mina shoves you both through the line to the bouncer at the door.

“i’m with eijirou kirishima,” she says confidently with her hand on her hip.

the bouncer gives her a once over. “i’m sure you are. back of the line.”

“ugh, bitch!? he’s literally my boyfriend!”

“that’s what they all say.”

she angrily takes out her phone and dials a number while you just stand helplessly next to her playing with your scent patch. mina yells into the phone for a full minute before handing it to the alpha bouncer. he listens intently for a moment, then gives it back. “my bad. come on in.”

“yeah, that’s what i thought, bitch,” she scoffs and pulls you inside as you mouth apologies to the bouncer.

it’s loud inside. loud and crowded. your nose is bombarded with a cocktail of scents despite a strict scent patch rule in crowded places like this.

“there he is,” mina squeals and hops the velvet rope of the vip section. she sits on the lap of a stocky redhead, kissing his face over and over again.

“mina,” you whisper-shout. meeting the gaze of the scary bouncer. “hi.”

thankfully he lets you through and you scurry up the short steps into the booth. “oh my god he’s so scary.”

“eiji, this is my bestie y/n,” mina introduces as you take a seat across them and sink into the soft cushions.

“help!” you squeal and flail your legs.

the electric blonde next to you helps you sit, laughing uncontrollably. “are you okay?”

“mhm,” you hum. “thank you.”

“no problem. my name’s denki.”

“y/n.”

he goes back to talking to his friend, sipping a yummy looking cocktail. you try to get a waitress’ attention to no avail and just end up sitting stiffly on the couch. mina’s occupied with her new man, playing with his dyed red hair while he rubs her thigh.

so you just play the sims™ on your phone and get lost in your own little world.

the plush couch suddenly dips, jerking you sideways into a very solid torso.

“watch it,” a voice growls above you.

“s-sorry,” you squeak and scramble to sit upright, eyes fixed on your phone. the alphas scent fills your nose: something smokey with an undertone of burnt caramel. daring to sneak a peek, you catch a tattooed arm peeking out of a folded silk, black sleeve and more in the open button-up chest.

“katsuki!” denki grins and reaches over to rub the top of katsuki’s shaved head. “what’s up bro?”

katsuki smacks the hand away. “don’t touch my fucking head.”

“my bad. it just feels like a peach.”

katsuki’s red gaze finally settles on you. “who’s this?”

“eep,” you squeal when you’re perceived.

“she’s with mina,” eijirou supplies.

“tch, whatever.”

you’re shoved again by someone sitting between you and katsuki.

“hey babe~” an overly sweet smelling brunette sing-songs and rubs katsuki’s chest. “sorry i’m late, traffic was crazy.”

huffing, you try and get your purse out from under her ass. “umm, excuse me?”

she turns with a bored expression, blue eyes darting from your toes to your head. “what?”

“you’re sitting on my purse.”

“mm.” she ignores you and goes back to talking to katsuki.

unbelievable.

“excuse me…excuse me!” you say a little louder.

the bitch ‘accidentally’ sloshes her drink with an exaggerated laugh and a few drops land in your low neckline.

“ma’am!” you huff.

she finally turns and plasters a condescending smile on her face. “look, you’re kinda harshing my vibe here so can you just…not?”

“you are sitting on my purse!” you finally snap.

she gets up, sweeps it onto the floor with her hand and sits back down. “there you go.”

“ugh!” you scoff and pick it up. “mina!”

she’s too busy chatting and laughing to pay attention. you abruptly stand up and stomp down the steps up to the bouncer. “where’s the bathroom?!” he raises his brow at your tone. “i’m sorry,” you say a little quieter. “where’s the bathroom, please?”

“right there.” he points towards a graffitied wall.

“thank you.” you make your way through the crowd to the quiet solace of the bathroom hallway. of course there’s a line. you don’t even need to pee, you just need to clean up and take a breather.

a drunk omega bulls into you as she exits the bathroom, apologising through slurred words no matter how many times you say it’s fine. you see her scent patch is peeling and offer one of your own.

“oh my goooshhhh, you’re sooooo nice,” she smiles and tears up when you plaster it on. “you’re like, my new bestieeee.”

the wonders of club bathrooms. “you should totally hang out with me and my friends at our table. this guy i went to highschool with owns the place and he’s my boyfriend's friend’s friend so we’re totally cool.”

wow, this owner has a lot of friends doesn’t he? you ponder the offer. it can’t be any worse than the nonsense you just went through. she touches your hair softly.

“oh my gosh you’re soooo pretty. imma wait for you right—right here.” she leans against the wall.

“umm, let’s just get you back to your friends first,” you chuckle and help her off the wall. “can you show me where they are?”

“ohemgee yassss, i’ll show you.” she takes your hand and leads you to another set of vip booths where a bunch of women are sitting. “girls, i made a friend~! she’s so nice and we’re literally sisters now.”

they all start squealing and fawning over you, complimenting your hair and makeup.

you feel loads better after you finally get your virgin long island iced tea and get roped into pictures with these random girls.

“it’s actually my birthday at midnight,” you tell them and they collectively gasp.

“how old are you?”

“i’ll be thirty.”

“oh my god you look soooo freakin’ good for thirty,” the omega from earlier, who’s name you learn is camie, slurs. “what’s your secret?”

“camie you’re thirty two and look twenty,” a red haired alpha woman giggles.

“yeah but that’s cause of surgery. did you get surgery?”

“um, no, i didn’t,” you laugh. “thank you though.”

she convinces you to stand and dance with her, pulling you to the dance floor. you shyly try to follow her steps, giggling when she bumps you with her hip.

a wrong move makes you trip and nearly tumble into someone.

“oops, my bad,” you apologise and look up to see it’s the alpha from earlier.

“you again?” he says.

“oh…hello.”

camie appears and squeals, hanging onto katsuki. “suki baby! where have you been?! this is my new best friend in the entire world w/n.”

“y/n,” you correct.

“that’s literally what i said,” she pouts. “this is katsuki, my boyfriend’s friend's friend.”

wait but that would mean, “you own the club?”

“yeah,” he replies curtly.

you blank, not sure what to say to that. “okay.”

he holds up something pink and glittery. “this fell out of your bag back there.”

you gasp. “my phone. thank you so much!”

camie groans. “this is boring and my feet hurt, let’s sit down.”

katsuki surprisingly follows you back to the booth, sitting next to you. camie squeezes next to him, sighing dramatically. “suki, rub my feet.”

“i’d rather die.”

“meanie.”

you giggle and sip the rest of your drink as you go through your phone. there’s a dozen texts from mina asking where you were. you respond and tell her you’re okay and just having fun with some other people and she should enjoy her time.

katsuki rubs his chin, peering down at you through the corner of his eye. you’re cute, a little shorter than he’s used to but he likes what he sees.

“what’s your name again?”

you peer up at him with doe eyes. “y/n.”

“mm, okay. can i get you a drink?”

that takes you back. why would the owner of the komori club want to buy you a drink?

“umm, okay.” you smile politely.

both of you sit bide by side in one booth, leaning in close to hear each other over the music.

“so what do you do?”

“i’m a paediatrician.”

“so you deal with bratty kids all day?”

you take another sip of your drink and nod your head. “i do. i love my job.”

he shrugs and picks a speck off his orange shirt. “i couldn’t do it. think that’s more of an omega thing.”

“we have lots of alphas there too and—“

camie’s squeal right in your ear makes you wince. “ohemgee y/n it’s midnight! happy birthday!”

you smile and let her clumsily hug you. “thank you, camie.”

“s’ your birthday?” katsuki inquires.

you nod and read the messages coming in from friends and family.

“happy birthday or whatever.”

you grin up at him. “thank you.”

under the colourful lights you don’t see the slight blush on his cheeks.

hours pass and you start getting sleepy.

“think i’m gonna head home,” you murmur and stand up. the girls all whine and protest and it makes you sad but you get their numbers with vague promises to hangout.

katsuki stands too, towering over you. “i’ll walk you out.”

“ooohhhh~,” camie swoons. katsuki flips her off behind your back.

mina meets you outside with eijirou, absolutely plastered and grinding up on her amused boyfriend.

“thank you again,” you thank katsuki shyly. without the loud music and dim lights, you feel a little more nervous talking to such an intimidating alpha.

“whatever,” he says offhandedly. “gimme your number.”

you gasp loudly, and he stifles a laugh behind his hand.

“take the damn number,” mina grits out, not so quietly.

your hands shake on your phone as you exchange information.

“y-you can call me whenever,” you mumble. “not whenever, i mean i’m usually free after six o’clock but i’m free all day tomorrow.”

“mhm.” he looks down at you with heated eyes, making you squirm.

thankfully the uber arrives so you can help mina inside before she can pass out.

“goodbye.” you wave at katsuki and eijirou as you enter.

eijirou waves excitedly while katsuki just watches the car leave.

“your scent is swelling,” eijirou comments. “you got a lil crush, bro?”

katsuki ‘tch’s’. “whatever. i don’t do crushes.”

“mhm. we’ll see.”

mina wakes up in your shared apartment, in your bed after she insisted on sleeping there, more hungover than she’s ever been. she groans and rolls over to see you wrapped in a towel, just getting out of the shower.

“hey birthday bestie,” she smiles before groaning softly. “ugh my head. you’re up early.”

“i left you aspirin on the bedside table.” you pat her thigh and pick out some loungewear. “drink plenty of water and rest.”

“yes nurse.”

“i’m a doctor, not a nurse.”

mina sticks her tongue at you before reaching over for the medicine. “so, what's the plan for today?”

“nothing?”

“you’ve gotta go out, y/n! treat yourself and do something. you’ve only got one life y’know.”

you hum and put on two floral scent patches on your neck. “i like to use my day off to relax, mina. sit down with my computer and watch netflix.”

your phone vibrates, and mina sneaks a peek. “uh who’s this calling you ‘bestie’?”

“hm?” you pick up the phone and read the message from the unknown number. “no idea.”

“want me to tell them off?”

“no. i think i know who it is.” you text back, and sure enough, it’s camie. “it’s this omega i met in the club. i didn’t expect her to text me to be honest.”

“hmm, is she nice?”

“i think? she was plastered when i met her and after she dragged me to her friends she was teasing that guy who owns the club and was all over him.”

“maybe they’re dating?”

you hum softly and shake your head. “i don’t think they were dating. she said he’s her boyfriend’s friend’s friend or something.”

“boyfriend’s friend's friend? woah. what does she want?”

bar girl

>>we should totally get bdb

<<bdb?

bar girl

>>b day brunch(*^ω^*)

<<you remembered?

bar girl

>>uh ofc i did🙄🙄🙄🙄

>>there’s this place downtown that gives you free pancakes on your bday (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

>>that sounds good

>>can i bring a friend

bar girl

>>a friend or a *friend*??? 😏😏

>>or a fwb uwu

you look at mina. “you two will get along.”

you and mina get dressed and drive to the address camie sent, meeting her in the parking lot.

“i always pass this place but never go in,” you hum and let her hug you.

“well today’s the day!” she giggles before reaching out to give mina a handshake. “hi, i’m camie.”

“mina. love your dress.”

“thank you! i love your hair. it’s so big and pink. like cotton candy. i love cotton candy, it’s soooo yummy.”

“thank you,” mina snickers.

“let's go in, i got us a table already and there’s bottomless mimosas.”

“oh, i’m driving so i can’t drink,” you tell her.

“boooo,” camie pouts.

“tomato tomato,” mina adds, mimicking throwing tomatoes at you.

you playfully shove her inside and follow camie to the window booth.

you sit down and idly chew one of the bread sticks while camie goes on about how much she travels and where she wants to go for winter. perks of being an influencer you suppose.

“you should totally try it, you’re really pretty,” she grins. “just take some pictures.”

“pfft, her social media is so dry you could use it to light a fire,” mina chides. “she barely posts anything.”

“it’s not that bad,” you mumble and open your instagram. all you have is a few milestone pictures and some of you and your family. the last time you posted was two years ago when you officially became a doctor.

“realising how bad it is?” mina snickers.

“shut up, it's not. i think it’s practical.”

“uh huh.”

camie peeks at your phone. “like…ew.”

“ew?

“it’s so empty. who’s this?” she taps her acrylic on a picture of you and a cousin.

“my cousin. it was his birthday.”

“he’s cute or whatever, but girllll, what is this dry ass shit?!”

you thank the waiter that puts your pancakes down. they’re cute and heart shaped with ‘happy birthday’ spelled out in chocolate syrup. “yay, pancakes.”

“we’re coming back to this after eating.”

“aw,” you pout and take a bite.

“don’t feel so bad, bestie. everyone gets busy.”

“i don’t feel bad, what’re you talking about?”

“you’re clearly in denial,” mina shakes her head.

“no i’m not.”

“sure. let's finish eating.”

mina listens to camie direct you on how to update your social media while eating her biscuits and gravy.

“but i don’t understand why i have to take a picture of my food.”

“to show what you're eating! also to show how good it is!

your eyes dart from the food to the phone. “okay. i have a follow up question.”

“just take the picture.”

“okay! okay.” you snap a photo of your pancakes and show it to camie. “is this good?”

“no. the angles are weird and the lighting is off.”

you huff, not wanting to make her mad but you put your phone down. “i’m just going to eat my food if you don’t mind.”

“wait! take the photo now! the lighting’s perfect.”

you sigh and take the picture anyway. a message pops up before you can add a caption.

scary alpha from club

>>wyd?

mina waves her hand in front of her face. “whew. why do you smell nervous?”

“really?! is my patch peeling up already?” you touch the scent patches on your neck.

“no, bestie, your scent just bled through it just now. are you okay?”

“yeah, um, that guy from the club last night just texted me…”

“who?”

“katsuki?!” camie gasps loudly. “he never ever ever texts anybody! what did he say?”

“he just asked what i’m doing. should i just tell him?”

“yes!” “no!” camie and mina shout simultaneously.

“huh?”

“don't listen to her. let him know what you're doing. he seems interested in you enough to text you. did he say happy birthday?” camie asks eagerly.

“he did at the club and he bought me two drinks.”

“oooh, that's a good sign.”

inhaling deeply, you text back.

<<eating brunch with camie and mina

scary alpha from club

>>cool

>>you busy after?

you stare at the phone wide eyed.

“well, what'd he say?” mina asks with a big grin.

“he asked if i'm busy after this…”

they both squeal, drawing a few stares.

“well, what're you gonna say?!” camie gasps.

“no, i guess?”

“say ‘no, why?’ and add a smiley face!”

“seriously?”

they start talking over each other, overwhelming you. “okay, can we calm down? i’m just going to tell him i’m not busy and see what happens after that.”

“my bestie's going on a date!” camie squeals.

“your bestie?! i've known y/n since high school.”

“umm club rules say we’re literally bffs forever now.”

“the last ‘f’ is already ‘forever’”

camie blinks at her. “oh…i knew that.”

ignoring their bickering, you text katsuki.

<<;no i’m free after

<<fhtdrkt

<<we’re going shopping for a new outfit for her

<<;ajdheieo

<<sorry, camie took my phone

katsuki looked at his phone and let out a subtle snicker.

eijirou walked into the living room of their shared penthouse. “hey man! woah, are you smiling at your phone?! who is it? tell me tell me please?”

katsuki rolls his eyes as eijirou gets in his face. “back off, shitty hair! you're like a nosy golden retriever.”

eijirou keeps trying to peek before stopping when katsuki growls at him. “fine then, keep your secrets. it’s probably that omega from yesterday~”

the spike in katsuki’s scent tells him he’s not wrong.

“oooh you do have a crush~” eijirou teases. “she’s cute though.”

katsuki side-eyes him and sends a scent out that clearly says ‘back off’.

eijirou raises his hands in placation. “relax bro, i’m not going after your omega, i have mina. you should just talk to her.”

“duh, that’s what i’m doing.”

“like an actual person and not a throwaway.”

“yeah. this time, i actually am.”

“good for you, man. so what’s the plan?”

“said she’s birthday shopping with mina and— what’s icy hots friends name again?”

eijirou stares blankly. “shoto has friends? is it that kid from that extra course you took?”

“yeah. his girlfriend i guess. that girl who talks like a valley girl.”

“oh camie,” eijirou realises. “i like her, she’s cool. a little dumb though.”

katsuki stands from the couch and stretches his shoulder. “let’s go.”

“where?”

“shopping.”

“ooh, where?”

katsuki stopped for a moment.

>>where are you guys going shopping

club omega(cute brat doctor)

>>this is camie （��ω＾）

>>going to the daimaru mall

>>tddkhvk

>>i’m sorry about her

>>but yh apparently that’s where we’re going

<<;i’ll c u there

you squeak in terror. “what does he mean?! is this code for something? camie!”

“y/n, relax, he’s just meeting us there.”

“he’s meeting us there?!”

mina sips her orange juice, opting to drink something else after her fourth mimosa. “it’ll be fine bestie. i think i had too many drinks.”

camie orders a pitcher of water. “suki knows all the best shopping spots. his parents are fashion designers. you know the bakugous.”

“i think i’m gonna pass out…” you mumble, fanning your face.

“it’ll be fine. let’s finish our food and head out,” mina suggests.

camie nods and you take a deep breath.

“okay.”

you sit near the fountain in the mall as camie and mina talked to some guy at a kiosk about a set of diamond earrings.

“hey,” a voice calls out.

you look up and see katsuki’s tall and bulky figure before you, his chest and abs defined underneath his black shirt.

“eiji!” mina jumps and hugs eijirou, wrapping her legs around his side waist. “what’re you doing here?”

“kat said we’re going shopping so i just followed him,” eijirou tells her and rubs the top of katsuki’s head. his hand gets smacked away immediately.

you stand abruptly, lost for words. “you actually came?”

“i said i would.”

you swallow nervously and fiddle with one of the patches on your neck. scanning through your brain, you give him the first compliment you can think of and say, “i like your hair?”

“…my hair.”

mina facepalms.

“yes? a shaved head suits you.” you give him a stiff thumbs up.

“are you alright?”

”yup, i’m great. perfectly fine.”

he waves his hand over his face. “you’re stinking up the place.”

you clap loudly and smile. “i need to use the bathroom. excuse me.” you cover the side of your face to avoid his gaze and stride past him towards the bathroom.

mina looks in your direction and follows after you. you’re splashing water on your face in the sink when she finds you.

“hey, bestie, you okay?”

“i’m a fucking idiot…”

“nooo, that’s not true.”

“it was horrible! he probably thinks i’m stupid now!”

“no, you were just nervous. everyone gets nervous when they meet someone they might like. c’mon, let's go back. i’m sure this will go over well.”

back at the fountain, katsuki sat with arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

“don’t worry man, i’m sure she went to wash her face. you were nervous too when we got here.”

“shut up shitty hair…”

as you and mina walked back over, katsuki noticed you were still nervous but not as much as before.

“hey.”

“hi.” he nods.

“sorry about that,” you apologise and play with the pink sleeve of your sweater.

“don't worry about it. where did you guys want to go shop?”

“ooh, dolmas,” camie grins. “then some jewellery from tiffany’s.”

katsuki looks down at you. “is that what you want?”

you peer up at him. “i’m fine with anything but i wouldn't mind going to h&m.”

“what do omegas even like? soft shit, right?”

“i like comfy stuff…”

“good to know. you really wanna go to h&m?”

“what’s wrong with h&m?”

“you can do better.”

“but i like h&m. i got my outfit from there.” you look down at your outfit.

“your outfit looks nice, sure, but an omega like you should have a couple lavish things or something. follow me.” he and eijirou start walking in the opposite direction.

“an omega like me?” you repeat and look at camie. “what does that mean? is that bad?”

“relax, girl,” she dismisses. “it’s a good thing.”

the three follow katsuki and eijirou towards a store where you see a mannequin in a white button-up and a pink plaid skirt. you go inside and search for it before your nose wrinkles when you look at the price . “oh lord, that’s like a month of groceries…”

a looming presence stands behind you, making you nervous.

“you like this?” katsuki rumbles above you.

“huh? oh yeah, but it’s too much for me.”

“get you size then hand it to me.”

“huh?” you stammer. “n-no i can’t let you do that.”

“consider it a birthday present.”

you reluctantly look through the options and thankfully find the size you always wear. “i should try it on first. these things usually run small.”

“i’ll be out here waiting for you. what size are you? i saw something else i thought you’d like.”

you tell him and he hums, wordlessly walking off.

“how’s it going?” mina whispers after witnessing the scene.

“he’s so…weird.”

“weird how?”

“i dunno, just weird. not bad weird though. he’s different than what i’m used to.”

“different is good sometimes. he seems nice based off of what eiji told me but he just looks mean on the outside.”

“very mean,” you mutter and look at another dress. “we’ll see.”

you’ve never really been a fan of shopping. more likely to just buy stuff online and hope it fits and if it doesn’t just send it back. so you’re exhausted after just two hours of looking through different stores.

“my feet hurt,” you whine. “i shouldn’t have worn wedges today. mina can we go home?”

“we still have like five more stores.”

you whine louder.

katsuki comes back with a long-sleeved dress and notices your irritation. “you okay?”

“my feet hurt and i’m tired.”

“how about you sit outside. i’ll buy the dress and i'll meet you there.”

“okay,” you hum, stepping out and looking for the nearest bench. you see some empty ones around a little kakigori stand and buy some.

“strawberry for the pretty lady,” the cashier grins. “i put a little extra something on the side.”

“hm?” you hum, look at the side of the cup and notice a number written onto the sparkly paper. “oh…thanks.”

you sit and eat some of the ice, feeling a little awkward about the unsolicited phone number. but he is cute. maybe you’ll text him later and see what happens.

katsuki comes out of the store with a small bag of clothes and sees you eating your treat while darting your eyes between it and the guy behind the kakigori counter. ‘what the fuck is going on…’

the guy comes over to talk to you, making you laugh slightly at something he says before he hands you a small piece of paper and goes back to the stand.

katsuki comes over and turns his head at the smell of horny alpha. ‘ew.’ “you feeling better?”

“i am, thank you,” you smile.

katsuki side eyes the alpha who shrinks into himself and scurries off. rolling his eyes, he sits next to you and looks at your food. “how much was that?”

“700¥.”

“what size is that?”

“a small?”

“700 for a small?! that’s not worth getting up for. y’mind sharing with me?”

“oh, um, but i only have one spoon. let me ask for another one.”

“we can still share.”

you chew your lip. “that’s not very sanitary.”

“it’s not like we’re sick or anything. just hand over the spoon,” katsuki sighs.

“the doctor in me says germs are everywhere…”

“and the not doctor part?”

you think for a moment, then hand him the spoon. “i might as well let loose a little on my birthday.”

“good,” katsuki grins and scoops some of the ice. “is this strawberry?”

“it’s my favorite,” you smile.

“mine too.” he noms the scoop, licking over his lips and fangs.

you clear your throat. “i never asked what you did outside of owning the club.”

he passes you the spoon and rubs his chin. “i used to model for my folks but i got bored of that. but i’d say the clubs are all i do.”

“is there any other stuff you’re interested in?”

“i don’t know really. the clubs are interesting and the business is good.”

you hum and eat some of the kakigori. “so it’s just business with you?”

he searches his mind for something else. “i like to cook.”

“are you any good?”

“all the food served at the clubs are my recipes.”

“ooh. i didn’t try any but hopefully one day. i’m not a good cook, which is ironic since i love to eat.”

“i could teach you,” he offers.

“really? i don’t want to be a bother,” you mumble.

“you’re not being a bother trust me. just let me teach you the basics.”

“i’d like that.” you smile and his alpha preens proudly.

he glances at the piece of paper and sees it’s a number. when you’re not paying attention he slides it over to himself and crumples it up.

“totes cute,” camie comments from where she’s watching with mina and eijirou.

“i’m happy for him,” eijirou smiles. “so manly.”

mina playfully rolls her eyes at eijirou before smiling at you while you share shaved ice with katsuki. “they have to get together. she always messes up relationships cause of her anxiety.”

“uh mina, kat has anxiety too. he just doesn’t show it as often.”

“really? they’re both perfect for each other then.”

eijirou helps load the bags, and mina who’s finally tuckered out from those drinks, into your car.

“i had a great time,” you smile at camie. “we should hangout more often.”

“ohemgee, we should! you can totally come to my place whenever and we’ll have so much fun. also, happy birthday,” she grins, handing you a small bag from tiffany’s.

“camie, you didn’t have to,” you gasp.

“but i did. you’re welcome. inasa said he’s gonna pick me up so i’ll see you two again, okay?”

you nod and give her a hug. “thank you.”

you walk over to katsuki and smile up at him as he playfully raises an eyebrow.

“what is it?” he scoffs softly.

you take out a packet of tissues from your purse and wipe his mouth. “you got syrup on you, katsuki. today was fun. whenever you’re free, you can teach me how to cook like you said.”

“sure, tiny.”

“i’m not tiny, you alphas are just big for nothing.”

“you’re small to me, tiny. you’re practically fun-sized,” he chuckles as your chubby cheeks puff up. ‘cute.’

“can we gooooo?” mina groans from the passenger side.

“i’m coming, relax. bye katsuki.” you wave.

he holds his hand out for you to shake, which you do with a little amusement. some of his scent from the gland on his wrist rubs off on your sleeve.

“later, tiny.”

“bye, giant,” you scoff before walking back to your car and driving off.

a few minutes after you and mina leave, camie squeals and shakes katsuki’s arm. “you like her~”

“i’ve only known her for two days.barely two days, a day and a half at most.”

“babe i can tell you like her. my crush meter is never wrong!”

katsuki scoffs and walks to his audi. “whatever. let’s go, shitty hair.”

“bro we can’t just leave camie,” eijirou protests. “that’s so unmanly to leave a lady by herself.”

“good thing you’re with her then.” katsuki enters his car and starts the engine.

“you’re not seriously leaving me here are you?!”

katsuki gives him a look.

“bro!”

“so not cool,” camie pouts.

“fine. get in the car so we wait. i don’t feel like standing and waiting for that bald headed bastard.”

eijirou and camie stifle their laughs. “bro, you’re bald too.”

“i’m not bald. it’s a buzz cut, shut up.”

“i can see your scalp, babe.”

“i’m blond! of course it looks like this.”

“if you say so.”

over the next week, you and katsuki have been texting each other a lot, sharing recipes, and getting to know each other. throughout the week, he’d have someone deliver food to you for lunch under the claim of wanting you to eat right while being busy. the food was amazing, and you’d tell him every time after you eat the dish. monday, he made you kushiyaki, tuesday, it was gyoza, and wednesday, the delivery man comes as usual and meets you outside the hospital but he comes empty handed. he also looked a little different. taking off his hat, he revealed himself to be katsuki.

“katsuki!” you gasp. “hi.”

“hey tiny. i like your getup.”

“it’s a lab coat,” you huff. “what did you bring today?”

“nothing, i’m taking you out for lunch.”

“what, are you serious?”

“yeah, let’s go before your lunch is up.”

“ i can’t go too far but there’s this yakisoba vendor just around the corner.”

katsuki bends his elbow for you to slide your hand into, he rumbles when you do and bleeds happy alpha pheromones into the air. your cheeks heat up, and you suppress a purr as you walk.

the yakisoba is delicious. you happily eat it, blissfully unaware of katsuki watching you.

“yours looks yummier than mine,” you complain half-heartedly and point your chopsticks at his packet.

katsuki tilts it and smiles softly when you twirl your stick in it and take some. you hum and fan your face, swallowing the bite. “spicy. very spicy. oh my god.”

“can’t handle the heat?”

“i like spicy food, i just wasn't prepared.”

“whatever you say, tiny,” katsuki chuckles and hands you the coke he’s drinking.

“thank you,” you hum, drinking some of his soda before eating more of your noodles.

katsuki walks you back to the clinic after lunch, stopping at the entrance.

“i’ll see you soon, tiny.”

“i hope so. thank you for lunch.”

your genuine smile makes his alpha preen and starts rumbling.

“whatever, you don’t have to be so soft about it.”

“im just being polite but, okay.”

you save at katsuki as he starts walking down the block, your omega swooning a little as you go back to your office.

“someone smells happy,” mina comments when you walk into the apartment. “did you see another cute baby?”

“yes but that’s not why i’m happy,” you hum and kick off your shoes. “katsuki came to see me for lunch.”

she looks up from her laptop. “oh?”

“yeah. he was really nice and we ate yakisoba.”

“so you went on a lunch date~”

“we did,” you squeal and plop onto the couch next to her. “he’s so cute.”

“you think he’s cute? ooh, bestie has a crush!”

“mina stooop,” you whine, hiding your face in a throw pillow.

“next thing you know he’ll ask you out on a date, then he'll be your boyfriend!”

“no way. an alpha like that is not going to date a paediatrician.”

“he seems pretty interested in you already. who knows, it might go well. so are you going to spend your heat with him next week?”

you gasp, scandalised. “no! he has better things to do and im still too nervous,” you pout.

“you gotta be confident and put yourself out there bestie! he might even say yes!”

“i dunno…”

mina loops her arm over you for a hug. “you’ll get it.”

next week, you took your mandatory week off from work. the first few days aren’t so bad; just hot flashes, hunger, and horniness.

mina gives you as much space as you want but brings you food and water.

on the third day, you turn around in your nest, whimpering loudly.

you moan in pain as you get another cramp, your fingers not enough to ease the pain in your pussy. your eyes settle on something pink hanging from the laundry basket, your scent mixed with something sweeter catching your nose. standing up, you pluck the sweater you wore last week and press it to your nose to inhale the smell of burnt caramel.

your eyes roll back as you let out a loud moan. ‘alpha. need alpha,’ your omega whines.

you blindly reach around for your phone as you rock your hips against your hand.

katsuki finishes loading the dishwasher, pressing the button to start the cycle.

his phone buzzes in his back pocket as he opens the fridge to grab water before after morning workout.

y/n(tiny omega) is calling…

katsuki’s eyes widen as he sees the contact. ‘oh shit.’

rushing up the stairs, he shuts the door to his room and sits on his bed. “hey tiny.”

on the other end, you let out a cross between a keen and a moan.

“tiny? you okay?”

‘alpha. need you,’ you whine. ‘miss you.’

“y/n, are you okay?”

‘no, hurts too much,’ you whimper. ‘want you.’

‘she’s in heat. i can’t just hang up on her,’ katsuki thought to himself.

“i’m here omega. it’s gonna be okay,” he mumbles as you whimper softly. “imagine i'm there with you, ‘mega. spread your legs for me, can you do that?”

you whimper out a yes and spread your legs a little wider.

“good girl. lemme know how you're feeling, okay?”

you whimper into the phone and start rubbing your clit. ‘alpha.’

“you're touching yourself aren’t you? what’s running through that pretty head of yours?”

‘you, alpha,’ you keen.

“yeah?”

‘mhm,’ you hum into the phone.

“what would you let me to do to you, pretty girl?”

‘anything,’ you pant. ‘whatever you want.’

katsuki fishes out his dick, languidly stroking himself. “what’re you wearing?”

his phone buzzes again.

y/n(tiny omega)

>>{image}

katsuki opens it and sucks in a breath when he sees the picture of you from the neck down in the familiar loose pink sweater and nothing else, the collar loose enough for him to see the swollen scent glands shiny with oil.

“fuck, you look so hot,” he groans softly, stroking himself.

you whine on the other end and press two fingers into your slick hole.

‘do you have a heat toy?’ he asks you.

blearily you pull your fingers from your pussy, your omega whining at the loss, and open your bedside drawer to take out a purple and pink jelly, knotted dildo you bought ages ago to help with your heats. “i do,” you whine into the phone.

‘fuck, change the call to face time, pretty girl. i wanna see you.’

you roll onto your back, contemplating if you should. ‘need alpha,’ your inner omega whines.

you tap the button on your phone and set the phone at the head of your bed while you wait for him to switch the call. you softly rock against the toy and whine softly before it finally connects.

‘you look so fuckin’ pretty like this. you wish it was me, don’t you?’ he chuckles, groaning as he fists himself a little faster. ‘you wish it was me stuffing you full right now, pretty girl? show me how you like it.’

you lay on your side and bend your knee towards your chest, giving him a full view of your front. you reach behind your thigh and press the dildo to your hole, sighing in relief when it’s buried up to the knot.

“wish you were here, alpha,” you whimper as you rock against the toy before slowly withdrawing it. katsuki sees the thick, shiny, slick clinging to the toy and your hand, and licks his lips.

‘holy shit, you’re soaked, pretty girl,’ katsuki groans as he starts bucking into his hand. ‘keep going, just like that.’

you swallow thickly, gathering up the courage to ask him to move the camera. “can i see you? please?” there’s some desperation behind the question, how you breathlessly beg for him to show his dick. the sound of your whimpers fill his ears, riling up his alpha.

katsuki flips his camera around, showing his hand wrapped around himself, his cock, shiny from the precum while his knot was starting to swell from seeing you like that.

‘alpha, you’re so big,’ you gasp from your end before moaning when the dildo ghosts over your g-spot.

“yeah? is it the biggest one you’ve ever seen?”

‘i’ve never seen an alpha’s dick before…only betas,’ you admit shyly.

“oh yeah? well what do you think?”

‘you’re so thick, katsuki.’

“call me katsuki again,” he groans as you keep thrusting the toy in and out.

‘i want you katsuki. you and your knot, alpha,’ you whimper and smell your sleeve again to imagine he’s there. ‘fuck.’

“what was that?”

‘my sweater smells like you, alpha. you smell so good.’

katsuki squeezes his knot, trying not to cum. he exhales loudly, his voice tight as he fights off his orgasm.

‘wish you were here, katsuki,’ you whine and push the toy deeper inside you. the fake knot catches your sore rim. ‘you’d treat me so well. you’d be such a good alpha. you’d be the best sire to anyone’s pups.’

“shit, pretty girl, you can’t just say things like that,” katsuki groans as he tries to hold back.

‘but it’s true,’ you moan. ‘anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate.’

“even you, pretty girl?”

your eyes widen as the words slip from his mouth pushing you over the edge. ‘fuck!’

katsuki watches as the knot disappears between your legs as you buck wildly. ‘shit that was hot,’ he thinks.

you whine into the phone and look into the camera. ‘katsuki?’

“hmm?”

‘i wish it was you, instead.’

katsuki’s eyes roll back as his nose scrunches up, his groans echoing throughout his room. “fuck.” his knot pops, pulsing as his dick spits cum all over his abs and hand.

‘alpha?’ you call out from the phone. ‘alpha are you still there?’

katsuki flips the camera so you can see his face. “i’m still here, pretty girl. don’t worry.”

you start to whine and whimper, your omega disappointed in the fake knot. katsuki hears the door open and some footsteps.

“whew. you’ve been busy,” mina exclaims and taps your shoulder. “uh oh. this is why i told you to get a heat partner.”

katsuki’s alpha growls at the sight of someone else touching you when you’re so vulnerable.

“bestie, who’s—shut up, you didn’t! i’ll go get some rags and some food for you but i’m so happy! she’ll be out for a couple hours.”

katsuki watches the beta give you aftercare, growling when she reaches between your legs to take out the toy. you whine and grab her arm. “knot!”

“it’s okay, you can use it later. you’re such a good omega.”

you purr at the praise, letting go of mina and resting your head on the pillow with a blissed-out expression.

mina picks up your phone. “i’ll let her text you later. byeee~” she sings and hangs up. katsuki stares at his home screen for a moment, then becomes hyper-aware of the cold cum on his stomach and hand. “ew.”

katsuki goes into his bathroom and takes a shower before opening his window and changing into a clean pair of boxers and sweats.

walking inot the living room, he passes eijirou while making his way towards the kitchen.

“damn, bakubro,” eijirou calls out. “what’s got you all worked up?”

“nothing. i’m just getting something to eat.”

“you stink.” he waves his hand in front of his face for effect. “is your rut early?”

“mind your business, shitty hair!”

“did you get cockblocked?”

“shitty hair…”

eijirou holds his hands up in surrender and goes back to watching his movie.

you wake up sore, the fog of heat a little clearer after an orgasm and a nap. you turn over and see mina sitting behind you with her laptop in hand watching a movie. “mina?” you mumble.

“nice to see you’re awake, bestie,” she hums.

you glance at her sitting on your blanket. “you’re in my nest…”

“i can go if you want me to. i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“how long have you been here?”

“about an hour.”

you sigh and lay back down. “i’m just tired. what happened?”

“apparently you spent an hour long face time call with katsuki.”

“what! oh no no no no no. i probably acted like a horny bitch,” you whine and cover your face in shame. “i’m a terrible omega.”

“what, no you’re not, bestie. you’re a great omega and anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate. and he texted you back.”

she shows you the notification on your phone.

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>text me when you wake up

your omega purrs but you shut her up. “i’m so embarrassed.”

“this is a good thing!”

“what if it’s not!” you whine.

“only one way to find out.

<<hey

he replies almost immediately.

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>you okay?

<<yeah

<<;feeling better

<<i’m sorry for bothering you

<<i probably did sumn weird

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>no you didn’t

>>don’t worry about it

“he’s being so cool about it,” you mumble. “why?”

“almost like he likes you,” mina says and steals a fry from the takeout bag.

“no he doesn’t, does he?”

“he wouldn’t have stayed on the phone if he didn’t.”

“maybe you’re right. hopefully he does like me back.”

“are you saying you like katsuki?”

“i’ve only known him for two weeks, mina. but i think he’s cute,” you say quietly.

“bestie’s got a crush!”

“no, i don’t, shut up!” you whine.

she squeals quietly. “your first actual crush on someone you know in real life and not just instagram models.”

you huff and feel your stomach start to flutter. “i—i should call my alpha.”

mina packs up her things and puts the leftover food on your nightstand. “i cleaned your toy and left it in the drawer. good luck.”

when you’re alone again, you call katsuki and hold your phone to your ear.

‘hey pretty girl,’ katsuki’s voice echoes through the speaker.

“hi alpha,” you smile to yourself.

‘you feeling better?”

you whine and it tells him what he has to know.

‘go get your toy, pretty girl.’

two days later you’re coming down from the peak of heat, extremely tired and spent. mina leaves you wrapped up in your blankets with plenty of water, netflix and snacks before going to work.

in the middle of watching inside job, you hear a knock at your front door. you trudge your way over in your self made burrito and open your door. the smell of burnt caramel and smoke hit your nose instantly. “alpha!” you chirp, hugging him and rubbing your cheek on his chest before pulling him inside.

“glad to see you’re feeling better, pretty girl.” katsuki rubs his chin on the top of your head, scenting your bonnet.

you purr contentedly, hugging him tighter. “what’re you doing here? how did you know where i lived?”

“eijirou’s girlfriend gave us your address so i can check on you. i brought food.” he shows you the brown paper bag.

“such a good alpha,” you mumble and pull his free hand. “come into my nest.”

“are you sure, pretty girl. i don’t want to impose on you.”

“i want you to see it. please?”

“all right, lead the way.”

you show him your bed piled high with pink and white blankets and a pastel pink throw. a cat squishmallow sits by your white headboard.

“cozy,” katsuki comments as he sits.

you purr happily as you sit next to him in the nest. “what’d you bring?”

“omurice.”

“that sounds yummy,” you chirp and tug the front of his shirt. “can you take this off so i can put it in my nest?”

“you want my shirt?”

“mmhm.”

katsuki chuckles as he removes his shirt and adjusts himself so he lays on his side. “is this better?”

your eyes trail along his torso, ogling his large pecs, slight six pack and the full sleeve on his right arm and pec. “yeah.”

you tuck the shirt under your pillow and lay down so he’s spooning you and can see your computer screen.

“what show is this?”

“inside job. the guy that made gravity falls is a producer.”

“mm,” he rumbles and rubs your hip. “never heard of them.”

you giggle at the feeling and watch the episode, letting the conspiracy jokes flow through your ears.

“is that a half dolphin half human man?” katsuki mumbles.

“yeah, he was in some military testing and it went wrong, but it’s funny.”

“you’re weird sometimes, but it’s cute,” he mumbles as he presses his nose to your neck. “and you smell so good.”

your omega preens but you choke up, suddenly freezing as katsuki’s rough tongue laps against your skin.

katsuki groans as he tastes your butterscotch scent, his hips rutting against your ass.

you turn your neck enough to face him. “katsuki, i don’t want to go all the way during my heat…”

“that’s okay,” he rumbles. “i won’t push you.”

“you’re so sweet,” you purr, tilting your head back to smile up at him. “but…we can do other stuff if you want.”

“like this?” katsuki whispers as he leans in and cups your face, eyes flickering down to your lips before laning in and kissing you softly.

you turn around and lean into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

katsuki rumbles softly as he cups your face, deepening the kiss.

“alpha?” you murmur as you pull away.

“mhm?”

your scent flares a little with post-heat heaviness.“need you.”

katsuki’s pupil dilate at the change in scent. ‘holy shit.’ “you sure, pretty girl?” he mumbles as you stare up at him.

“please?”

he kisses your neck and shoulder, tongue darting out to taste your scent gland. his hand slips your sleep shorts off and your legs open on impulse. his alpha rumbles loudly but he knows your heat is the one talking.

“where’s your toy, pretty girl?”

“drawer,” you whine, tilting your head allowing him to nose more against your scent gland. you cling to him while he stretches his arm to your drawer to take out the dildo.

you whine when you see the toy, pulling his sweatpants. “knot!”

“can’t give you the real thing yet pretty girl. not when you’re like this,” he coos, kissing your forehead.

you whine and paw at his sweats. “alpha.”

“i’m sorry but i’m not taking advantage of you like this.”

you whine and you try rubbing your ass against him.

“no, y/n,” he sighs, gripping your hips so you stop. he adjusts both of you so he sits on his knees between your legs while you lay on your stomach. “i’ll still help you.”

he leans over you and allows you to inhale his scent. your hips buck up against him, covering his sweatpants with slick.

“easy, pretty girl. i’ll give you what you want.”

rubbing the dildo along your hole, he taps it a couple of times on your clit before slowly pushing it in.

“oh fuck, alpha!” you whine as you buck your hips.

“i’m right here, y/n. y’like that don’t you,” he whispers as you moan into your pillow.

his eyes focus on the way the dildo easily glides out of your cunt, slick starting to drip down and wet his fingers. the air is thick with your scent with the lingering heaviness of heat but not as strong as a few days ago.

your hands grip the blanket next to your head.

“is it too much for you, pretty girl?”

“more,” you whine. “please.”

“faster or harder, omega?”

“yes,” you whimper, arching your back more.

katsuki places a hand on your lower back as he moves the toy at your request and leans over you, kisses behind your ear. “you’re such a good omega, y/n.”

you choke on a moan when you cum, whining into your pillow. your hips cant backwards against the toy. “alpha, knot me please!”

katsuki pushes the toy ask the way inside you with a soft pop, grinding the tip of it into your g-spot to draw out your orgasm. your body falls flat on the bed, knees and arms weak but your omega is satisfied.

“good girl,” he whispers, rubbing your sides and kisses your cheek. “you stay here, i’ll go get your food and some water.”

you whine at the mention of katsuki leaving. “nooo,” you mumble. “alpha stay.”

“just relax. imagine this is my knot.” he wiggles the toy and you sigh. ‘it’s not as big but it’ll do.’

katsuki kisses your temple and walks out of the room to get the omurice he made. ‘dammit it’s fuckin’ cold. i might as well just remake her food.’

about ten minutes later, katsuki comes back in with two plates of food. “you awake, pretty girl? y/n?” he calls out as you groan softly.

“alpha?”

“there she is. i brought you food.”

he places a plate on the other side of the bed then goes into your bathroom looking for a washrag so he can clean you up.

once he’s done he helps you sit up and sets you upright, draping an arm over your shoulder while handing you the plate of food. “eat up, pretty girl. can’t have you starve during your heat.”

“such a good alpha,” you mumble with a dased expression.

katsuki chuckles softly and scoops a piece of egg and rice up. “y/n, you gotta eat. open wide for me, pretty girl.”

you rest your head on his shoulder and open your mouth. “ahh,” you groan softly.

“you want me to feed you?” he chuckles after you take the first bite.

“no, i can—i can do it,” you mumble, reaching for the spoon. “this is good.”

“i know,” he chuckles as you drowsily feed yourself.

“what about you?”

“huh?”

“aren’t you gonna eat?”

“not right now, i’m worried about you.”

you pout as you look up at him and scoop some of your rice and move it towards his mouth. “eat.”

“it’s not for me, y/n. thats yo—”

“no, eat.”

he takes a bite, chewing as you take your own bite.

“yay,” you hum taking your own bite before feeding him again. you squirm happily and keep doing this until you finish your food. “oh, there’s no more…”

“are you still hungry?”

“no. can we cuddle some more?”

he takes the bowl away and puts it on the nightstand. “sure.”

you turn around and rest your head on katsuki’s chest. your omega purrs happily at the closeness. “katsuki?”

“yeah?”

“thank you,” you hum.

“no problem, tiny.”

mina returns in the late evening and sees the pair of slides by the door. your scent is in the air but mixed with another.

“y/n? i’m home. who’s car is by the curb?”

mina doesn’t get a response.

“y/n?”

she knocks on your door before peeking her head into your room, instantly holding her nose as she smells yours and katsuki’s heavy intertwined scents with an undertone of sex.

she peeks into your room and sees you wrapped up in your blanket burrito next to katsuki sitting up on your headboard. your head is on his chest while you sleep and he watches netflix. “oh, you two have been busy,” she chuckles. “hi bakugou.”

his head perks up at the sound of the door opening. “you saw nothing,” he glares.

“how is she?”

“satisfied. we didn’t do anything so don’t get any ideas.”

you let out a small snore and shift closer to him, rubbing your face on his chest and purring from his scent.

“i wasn’t worried about that. i’m glad you care about her,” mina smiles as you purr quietly.

“yeah yeah. go tell your boyfriend i’ll be late tonight.”

“i will,” she giggles.

“and don’t go making it a big thing!” he hisses.

she will.

katsuki gently shakes you awake after you’ve been asleep for an hour. “i’ve gotta go, tiny.”

you pout and stop your omega from whining. “do you have to?”

“i’ve gotta go to work tonight, so yeah. i wanted to ask you something before i go? are you free next saturday?”

“saturday? mm, i have a shift but i could sacrifice my day off for a free saturday. why?”

“i wanna spend time with you. my parents have a show that day then i could take you out for dinner.”

“katsuki, i’d like that,” you smile as he looks down at you. he grabs the shirt but you grab the other end. “can i keep it?”

“i have to wear a shirt, tiny.”

you look up at him with big pleading eyes, bottom lip wobbling. katsuki relents and lets it go. “fine. you can keep it.”

“yay!”

“alright, i’ll see you then, pretty girl,” he chuckles and kisses your cheek before climbing out of your bed.

you watch him walk out of the room and swoon softly. “bye…”

the front door shuts and immediately, mina rushes in, flopping onto your bed. “tell me everything. he didn’t take advantage of you during your heat did he?”

“no.” your eyes dart to your drawer. “he didn’t. he was really nice and helpful, he even made me omurice.”

“anything else?”

“we watched netflix together and cuddled. he asked me out on a date for next saturday. now i just have to find something to wear…”

“i have just the thing!” mina squeals.

“i don’t want anything short! mina your clothes aren’t my style.”

“mmm, nevermind. ooh, what about that outfit you bought when katsuki went with us to the mall?”

you think about the pink plaid shirt sitting in the back of your closet with the long-sleeved white shirt. “i would but i don’t want to mess it up.”

“girl, this is the first date you’ve had in ages. wear the skirt.”

“okay okay. i will. now leave, i wanna do…stuff.”

“uh huh. have fun,” mina snickers before walking out and closing the door behind her.

you fish out the shirt from under your blanket and bring it to your nose, shuddering slightly. ‘alpha.’

eijirou hears the front door open as he’s getting ready in his room and peeks out. “hey bakubro. where’s your shirt?”

“don’t worry about it.”

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