#cares because again i do Not Go Outside but it's nice to enjoy looking at smth in the mirror đ LMFAO
my modern!cats au giving me, an avid non-smoker, thoughts about smoking and self image, of all things. i will put them under the cut, but meanwhile! enjoy this 1. shameless illustration of my own fic 2. tugger not quite loving the makeup (or costuming) of his poet-murderer role. (yes a local staging of roberto zucco changed my life, very nice of you to ask!)
so smoking bad etc etc don't smoke. anyway, all three brothers deuteronomy smoke, or at least have smoked for large chunks of their lives, albeit for wildly different reasons and standpoints.
munkustrap's been smoking since middle school, his start more or less aligning with the time period when old deuteronomy falls sick, grizabella ramps up her work, and munkustrap, at the ripe old age of maybe 14, starts managing the household and finances and whatnot.
he wishes he'd never started smoking, don't get me wrong. he wishes the relief of the thing wasn't worth it. he quits and starts again throughout the years, over and over and over, climbing into the third decade of the habit without being able to break it, never moving past the numbed feeling of failure for it. it's the one crack you'll occasionally catch in that aged picture of constant steadfastness and responsibility he's got going on.
to be unable to handle it all feels to him as good as giving up entirely. he smokes behind the school. he puts away the ashtrays when he has guests over. he doesn't like smoking with company, and he hates his shame being made known. if you'll allow me a pretentious second, it's sort of like an upward climb that he wants to take on alone so nobody else sees him stumble, and no one helps him if he twists an ankle. it's fine by him because he needs to be able to handle it himself. he needs to.
so. all this, versus tugger, who started well into adulthood and barrelled into it full and consciously. tugger, who smokes to replace sleep and sanity when his life runs on cigarettes and caffeine. but nothing more. he doesn't care to quit, he doesn't care to change. cigarettes look good between his fingers. he knows how to hold them pretty, like he knows everything else about himself that builds the picture he wants.
and, on a more interpersonal level, it upsets him that munkustrap is so acutely ashamed of it, the same way munkustrap is upset tugger is so casual about it. to some degree, though, i think that's because tugger's entirely hyperaware of how fragile life is and on how small a technicality shit can go sideways and end up killing him or anyone else. it's hard for him not to think about it. but it gives him some sort of strength to look for morbid humour in the things munkustrap wouldn't let himself laugh at, i think. it's gallows humour, to be fair, but it's good humour to tugger nonetheless. he finds stakes if not thrilling then certainly intriguing.
besides, making any sort of change to himself for other people, to tugger, is like betraying himself. he's built up that resistance to outside influence, and he's built it up hard and total. he doesn't mold, he doesn't bend, he'll do and look and say whatever he wants, he associates seeking validation strictly with misery. he doesn't understand munkustrap's frustration, or desire to please people, nor does he want to.
the thing with how tugger is, i think, is that he's just prodded at enough for both the street culture he grew up in and the inclination towards self-preservation of someone visibly queer to mesh together into something that can be spectacular and unmovable, and sometimes still turn ugly. i think curiosity is easy to push into cruelty with tugger.
shame is easy to mock for someone who's overcome it and tries hard to forget how insidious it can be. i think both munkustrap and tugger can be cruel to each other without wanting to and without really transgressing toward each other in a way that would dent their relationship, primarily because it's such a strong relationship but also because they're used to some sort of cruelty from the world at least, they just know better where to hit each other verbally to mess each other up. so. self-control, boys. comes to one of them easier than the other, LOL. and again, don't get me wrong. tugger doesn't want to be cruel to munkustrap, but it's not always a thing he can push away the instinct for. munkustrap doesn't want to be cruel to tugger, but he's been making hard decisions for ages and all but expects someone to be hurt by the end of it, and tugger is manageable. so. damn
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 10: Treat Me Gently
Summary: You and Price take your relationship to the next level. It might be the best decision you've ever made.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v sex, fingering, oral, first time sex, unprotected(ish) sex, reader has an implant, creampie, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, language, the author is a bit rusty writing smut.
A/N: It's finally here. It's finally arrived, the moment we've all been waiting for! Uh, yeah, it's mostly badly written smut with just a little plot thrown in there. So...I hope you enjoy!
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Your attention is pulled from your book as the couch sinks on either side of you, two bodies joining you. You glance up from your book as an arm drapes itself across the back of the couch behind you. Your eyes flicker between Gaz and Johnny, mischievous grins on their faces.Â
âWe heard you have a date this weekend.â Gaz says, leaning in closer.Â
Your face warms at his words. âWell, I donât know if Iâd call it a date...âÂ
âWhat are you wearing?â Gaz asks.Â
âDo ye have anythinâ to wear?â Johnny asks.Â
Their questions give you pause. The most formal thing you have are jeans and, though you doubt Price would care if you showed up in sweatpants, you would like to have something nice to wear.Â
âCome on.â Gaz says, slapping your thigh before standing. âWeâre going shopping.âÂ
âWhat?â You glance between him and Johnny as they stand over you.Â
âAlready got permission from Price.â Johnny says. âSo come on.â He grabs your hands, lifting you to your feet easily. âLetâs get goinâ, kitten.âÂ
Your cheeks warm at the pet name, Johnnyâs hand settling on your lower back to steer you from the rec room. You donât have much of a choice but to follow, grabbing a couple things from your room before you leave the barracks with them to a car parked outside. Itâs different from the car you and Price had taken to town last weekend. Of course, they probably all have their own vehicles, or at least a few at their disposal.Â
âIâm driving.â Gaz says, plucking the keys from Johnnyâs hand.Â
âAww, ye never let me drive!â Johnny pouts.Â
âYeah, because with our luck youâll traumatize her so badly, sheâll never want to leave again.â Gaz says, opening the driverâs side door.Â
You canât help but giggle at the dejected look on Johnnyâs face as you get into the back, Johnny muttering the entire way to the passenger side.Â
âIâm noâ that bad of a driver.â Johnny says, buckling his seatbelt.Â
âYeah, but both you and Simon seem to be in agreement that the speed limit is a suggestion, not a law.â Gaz says as he turns on the car. âIâd like to make it there and back in one piece, thank you. Besides, Price would have both our heads if anything happened to our girl on our watch.â
Your cheeks warm as you meet Gaz's gaze through the rear view mirror. Your heart flutters at the look in his eyes, the dedication and protectiveness shining in them.Â
âI wouldnae let anything happen to ye.â Johnny says, reaching back to squeeze your knee for a moment.Â
You stare out the window of the car as Gaz drives towards town, half listening to the conversation in the front seat. You're beginning to recognize landmarks, buildings, areas between the base and town despite it only being your second trip. They'd be proud of you, you think. At least if something happened, you'd be able to give a landmark.Â
The farmlands fade into the city and soon Gaz is parking on the street in front of a shop. You take Gaz's hand as he helps you out of the car, lacing your fingers together. Soap holds the door to the shop open, letting you and Gaz walk through first.Â
It's a nice boutique filled with all sorts of formal wear. You wonder how they even knew about this place, or if they had done some research beforehand. Both make you feel honored that they would even go to those lengths just for you.Â
They are going to be your pack soon.Â
Packs do this sort of thing for each other. They take care of each other, spoil each other, make each other happy. Itâs hard to be a good pack if one member is unhappy.Â
âGood afternoon.â One of the workers approaches you. âMy name is Emily. Is there something I can help you find today?âÂ
âOur omega has a date with our alpha this weekend.â Gaz says, smiling down at you. âShe needs something to wear.âÂ
The worker, Emily, smiles at you. âHow exciting! Did you have anything in mind? Style, color, anything like that?â
âProbably nothing too fancy,â You say, eyeing the racks. âAnd, probably a dress.â
âAlright, we've got lots of options for that. Let's take a look and you can try some on.â Emily says.Â
Gaz keeps hold of your hand as you follow Emily through the racks, looking at some of the options. Johnny goes off on his own, perusing the racks himself.Â
âIs there a certain color you have in mind?â Emily asks you.
You hum in contemplation, looking at the many racks. You're not sure what color Price would like, or if he even has a favorite.Â
âHis favorite color is blue, like a dark navy blue.â Johnny answers for you. âThough, I think he'd like you in any color.âÂ
You can't help the way your cheeks warm a bit at Johnny's words. You realize you don't even know their favorite colors. There's still so much about them that's a mystery to you.Â
âWhat's your favorite color?â You ask, looking up at Gaz.Â
âI don't think I have just one.â He says, running his hand over a sequin covered dress on the rack in front of you âI like warm colors. Reds, oranges, purples.â
âLike a sunset.â You say, looking at a tag on one of the dresses, nearly choking at the price.Â
Gaz gently removes the tag from your hand, giving you a look as you meet his gaze. âDon't even worry about it, love.â He says quietly, leaning down to kiss your cheek.Â
âMy favorite color is green.â Johnny says, appearing next to you suddenly.Â
âLet me guess, Ghostâs is black.â You say.Â
Johnny's mouth twitches. âNow how'd you come to guess that?âÂ
You shrug, unable to hide your grin. âCall it intuition.âÂ
Emily takes you to the changing rooms, the boys taking seats outside to wait for you to try on the dresses you've chosen so far. You pick a sleeveless, blue, knee-length dress first with a ruched skirt. You already don't like it, but you know the guys will want to see it regardless.Â
You feel nervous, strangely exposed as you step out of the dressing room and make your way to where the guys are sitting. They both straighten up as you approach, Johnnyâs eyes immediately on your legs. Gaz let's out a low whistle as his eyes scan your figure, ending on your legs as well.Â
âWhat?â You ask concerned as you stare down at your own legs thinking the worst, like how you might have missed a spot shaving or something.Â
âNothinâ love,â Gaz says, unable to lift his gaze from your legs. âJust never seen you in anything but long pants before.â
Your cheeks warm at his words. It's true, the climate had yet to allow for anything but long pants. Even to sleep, you found yourself too cold without long sleep pants.Â
âChrist, you've got gorgeous legs, kitten.â Soap says, letting his eyes trail your form. âKeepinâ those hidden from us?âÂ
Your face feels like it's on fire as they stare at you, and quickly turn to face the large mirror across from them in an attempt to steady the butterflies in your stomach.Â
âWhat do you think?â Emily asks, stepping up next to you.Â
âIt's a little too...churchy for a date.â You say smoothing your hands over the skirt. âDefinitely need something fancier than this.â
You try on a few of the others, but none of them are right. Too short, too long, too formal, not formal enough. Johnny brings you more to try, a couple sticking out, but you're not sold on any of them.Â
The last dress you have yet to try on catches your eye as you pull it off the hook. It's a deep blue color, almost black. It's long sleeved and covers your front entirely, but the back is open. It's short, the skirt hem long enough to cover your ass, but you wouldn't dare bend over. It hugs your figure, accentuating the curves and lines of your body.Â
Your cheeks are warm as you step out of the changing room, both Gaz and Johnny going slack-jawed as they stare at you. Even Emily looks in awe as you stand in front of them.Â
âI think you've found the one, love.â Gaz says, his eyes trailing your form. âGive us a spin.â
You do a slow turn, not missing the way their eyes widen in the mirror when they see the back, Johnny still frozen as you turn back to face them.Â
âHow do you feel?â Emily asks, stepping up to you.Â
âGood.â You say, your face still warm. âReally good.â
âYeah,â She says, looking you over. âI think you've hit the mark with this one. Let me grab shoes and we'll put the whole look together.â
You turn to face the mirror as she steps away, your eyes meeting Gaz's as he steps up to you.Â
âYou look fantastic, love.â He says, leaning in close over your shoulder, his breath fanning your ear. Goosebumps form on your skin as his fingers slowly trail up the line of your spine. âPrice is going to want to devour you instantly as soon as he sees you in this one.â
You shiver at his words, biting your lip as his fingers splay out across your upper back. âYou think so?â
There's a mischievous glint in his eyes as he holds your gaze through the mirror. âHe won't be able to keep his hands off you. Gonna drive him insane, making him sit through dinner looking like a delicious dessert.âÂ
You fear you might start smoking from how warm you feel, glad for Emily's reappearance. You try on the shoes she brings, opting for the shorter heels for the sake of your own dignity.Â
Johnny distracts you as Gaz pays for the items, spending far too much on you but neither will let you complain. It's what they're supposed to do.Â
They are your pack after all.Â
âWhat about lingerie?â Johnny asks, turning to look at you as you sit in the car.Â
Your face burns at his question. You hadn't thought about that bit.Â
âGotta dress up the whole fit.â He wiggles his eyebrows at you.Â
âLay off her, perv.â Gaz says, smacking Johnny's chest. âHe's right though, gotta make sure the whole outfit matches.â
You feel like you might implode in the backseat. You might not make it to Saturday at this rate.Â
You wake early on Saturday. You don't have to be up early. There's nothing going on until tonight, no need for you to rise earlier than the sun. Yet, you can't help the anticipation burning in your stomach, the nervous fluttering in your chest. Tonight you're going to sleep with Price for the first time. Tonight you'll allow him closer than you've ever allowed anyone.Â
You have an outfit, you have fancy underwear, even new shoes. You're not sure how you want to wear your hair. You're not sure on makeup either, though Price has seen you plenty without it and has yet to offer any complaints.Â
You grab your phone, laying in bed and scrolling hair tutorials until the sun comes up and you start hearing movement in the hallway. You donât bother changing, pulling on shoes before stepping out. You are hungry, even after spending half the day in town and eating dinner out with Gaz and Johnny yesterday. You slip out the door, coming face to face with Ghost. You tilt your head back, staring up at him.Â
âDidnât expect to see you.â He grumbles. âFigured youâd be busy getting ready.âÂ
âIâve got like ten hours until I have to be ready.â You say, blinking up at him. âIt doesnât take that long.âÂ
He lets out a huff, rolling his eyes. âCome on.âÂ
You follow him out of the barracks, but you find yourself not having to speed walk quite as fast to keep up with him today.Â
âAre you upset?â You ask, kicking up your pace a bit so you can walk side by side with him.Â
âAbout what?â He asks.Â
âPrice and I.â You say.Â
âWhy would I be?â He sounds genuinely baffled that youâre asking him.Â
You shrug. âYouâre an alpha in the pack too, and I didnât really ask anyone but Price.âÂ
âPrice is your alpha.â He says, as if itâs the most straightforward thing in the world. Heâs not wrong, Price is the only one that really matters when it comes to you, since heâs the pack alpha, and heâll be the one claiming you.Â
âWould you ever want to be?â You ask, looking up at him.Â
He meets your gaze as he opens the door to the mess, not answering as you slip into the hall. He stands closer to you than he normally does as you get in line for food, tailing you like a shadow as you find Johnny among the drowsy and hungover soldiers in the mess.Â
You take a seat across from him, Ghost taking his spot next to Johnny. You can feel the nerves beginning to take hold as you eat, thinking about your date tonight. Itâs not like you really have to impress Price much, though you suppose you could make him dislike you rather easily. Youâd rather avoid that situation, as thereâs no getting out of mating and being claimed by him. Youâre going to be part of his pack whether he likes you or not.Â
What if he finds you boring? Youâre not even sure what you could talk about. Itâs not like you do much, and he already knows most everything he can about you. The only thing you have to talk about are things youâd rather not discuss during your first date. Youâd prefer not to discuss them at all.Â
âYouâll be fine.â Johnny says as you walk back to the barracks. âJust get âim talking, and ye wonât need tae worry about gettinâ a word in yourself.âÂ
Johnnyâs words do make you giggle. Youâre sure Price has so much more to talk about than you do. You barely know anything about him in general.Â
Itâs ironic that youâre more nervous about dinner than you are about the fact Price is going to take your virginity tonight.Â
You did ask for this. Itâll be good, getting to know him before your heat starts. The idea of going through your heat with a virtual stranger is terrifying to you, and Price had so willingly offered to do this so that doesnât happen, so you feel more comfortable with being mated and claimed by someone you at least somewhat know. This is your chance to get to know your pack alpha, your alpha before youâre forced to. This is your chance to make your own decision, to have some control over a life thatâs been dictated for you this far.Â
You spend the morning in a nervous panic, looking up tips online, tutorials, possible questions he might ask and thinking up answers that will make you sound interesting at least. Answers that wonât just be parroting things that he already knows. Gaz brings you lunch, letting you continue to prepare for your date, knowing the chances of you having a breakdown if youâre forced around people are high right now.Â
You give yourself ample time to get ready, showering and moisturizing, making sure you smell clean and look nice. You do your hair, taking your time to make yourself look decent. You opt for minimal make up, wanting to make yourself seem like you at least put a little effort into your looks.Â
You're strapping on your shoes when the knock comes at the door. Six o'clock sharp, just as you expected. You take a deep breath, adjusting your dress before you open the door.
John is standing on the other side, dressed in a button up shirt and slacks. You look him over, the fresh scent of cologne reaching your nose. His eyes rake your form, his scent slipping through the cologne as his gaze darkens a bit. Gaz was right. He does look like he wants to devour you.Â
âYou clean up nicely.â You say, looking him over again. His shirt hugs his muscles nicely, his pants obviously tailored to fit him. You haven't seen him in anything but fatigues and civilian clothes so far.Â
âWas going to say the same to you.â He says, lips pulling up into a smile. âYou look beautiful, sweetheart.âÂ
Your cheeks warm at the compliment. âThank you.â
âHungry?â He asks, offering you an arm.Â
âAlways.â You say, taking his arm, letting him lead you towards the rec room.Â
The lights inside are dimmed, the table usually reserved for games set up with a tablecloth and candles, along with two plates covered with cloches, and a bottle of wine. You're not sure when he managed to procure the wine, or maybe he had it saved and decided this was as good a time as any.Â
âWow.â You say, impressed by the effort he obviously put into everything.Â
âI bribed the boys out of here for a few hours.��� He says, leading you to the table. âWasn't easy.â
âI bet.â You say, sitting down in one of the chairs, letting him push it in for you.Â
He pours you both glasses of wine before taking the cloches off the plates. You blink in surprise at the meal on the plate. Spaghetti, a salad, and bread. It's so simple, yet it takes you right back to weeknight dinners at home.Â
âYou made this?â You ask as he takes the seat across from you.Â
He nods. âI've amassed many skills over the years. I'm no five star chef, but I can throw things together in a pinch.â
âWell it looks good.â You say, picking up your fork.Â
It tastes good too. It's so simple, yet it's one of the best things you've eaten in the last month. You miss a lot of things about America, and the food is starting to be one of those.Â
You and John make small talk as you eat, the wine warming your body and easing your nerves.Â
âHow long has it been,â You ask him as you clear your plate. âSince you were with an omega last?â
âTwo years.â He says, taking a sip of wine.Â
Your eyes widen in surprise. You know they've been with omegas in the past, taking advantage of barrack bunnies and the swaths of willing omegas you know populate near military bases. You just hadn't thought it would be that far back in the past.
âRight around the time the task force was created.â He continues. âWe were too busy bonding and working on the task force, by the time we had a moment long enough for anything like that, we didn't need them anymore.â
âThat must have been torture.â You say, staring at him wide eyed.Â
âWe're trained for that sort of thing.â He says with a smile. âHow to fight off those urges, those needs. When you're in the field, something like that could get you killed. You don't pass selection into the SAS until you can show mastery over those skills.â
âDamn.â You say, taking a sip of your wine. âStill, it couldn't have been easy.â
âIt can be hard, once you've been with an omega, to go without. But that's just part of the job.âÂ
âWell, I suppose that's partly why I'm here.â You say, huffing out a laugh.Â
âPerhaps.â He says. âI'm certain we're not getting the full story.â
The double meaning isn't lost on you. There's a lot they don't know about you, things that are safer buried deep where they can't hurt anyone. Things you'd like to keep buried for the rest of time.Â
âItâs nothing...bad is it?â You ask, searching his gaze.Â
âIâd like to think not,â He says.Â
But...Â
You donât need to hear him say it. You know itâs there, lingering at the end of that statement. You wonder how many times heâs been in these situations, forced to place blind trust in someone and hope they have the best intentions in mind. Youâre all too familiar with those sorts of situations. Putting blind trust in strangers was your life purpose as soon as you presented as an omega.Â
âWeâre not going to let anything happen to you.â He says, staring at you with such conviction you canât help but believe him. âYouâre part of our pack, which makes you part of this team, even if bureaucracy says otherwise. We take care of each other, and that includes you. Youâre our omega, regardless of whatever the endgame is for this initiative.âÂ
You feel almost breathless at his words, at his declaration of loyalty to you. You know how much loyalty means to someone like him, the kind of promise words like that uphold. Theyâd give their lives to defend you. Youâd fight to defend them too, if it came down to it. Not that you could do much, but youâd try.Â
âYouâre my omega.â John says, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. âI take care of what's mine.â
You nod, trying to fight the tears welling in your eyes. âI know. You've...you've been a better alpha than I could have ever hoped for. Despite everything you've been kind and caring and understanding. I know some things we learned at the institute werenât right, but...I was expecting a lot worse.â
His thumb draws circles on the back of your hand, his fingers gently squeezing yours. âI'm glad I could prove that wrong. I know this situation is weird and less than ideal, but I fear I'll have to tell Kate she was right. She did pick a good omega.â
You smile, preening a bit under his praise. âThatâs all I can try to be.âÂ
âYou can be so much more than that.â He says, lifting your hand to his lips. His beard tickles your skin as he presses a line of kisses across the back of your hand before turning it, kissing across your palm to your wrist. He presses his nose against the skin there, inhaling deeply. âYouâre sure, about tonight?âÂ
Your fingers brush his cheek as he holds your hand against his face. Your heart is thudding your throat at the proximity, those nervous flutters starting in your stomach again. Heâs giving you an out, a chance to take back what you had asked for. You know he wouldnât blame you. He was more than willing to wait for your heat to start, for when you had no choice, when it would mean less because you would be desperate and needy for him.Â
You donât want that, though. You want him to want you before his instincts tell him he does. You want to know heâs not just fulfilling a duty, scratching an itch thatâs been tickling him for two years now. You want him to want you as you are now. You want him to choose you.Â
âYes.â You say, pressing your palm flat against his cheek. âJust...be gentle with me?âÂ
âOf course.â He says, kissing your palm again. âYou change your mind at any time, you tell me, yeah?âÂ
You nod. âYeah.âÂ
âGood.â He takes your hand in his again, standing from his seat.Â
Nerves mix with excitement as he pulls you to your feet with him, stepping up close to you. His hand lifts, tilting your chin up. Your stomach flutters as you meet his gaze, his eyes warm and soft as he stares at you. Affection shines in them as his thumb brushes your lip before heâs leaning down, pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss is short and sweet, like the ones youâve shared with him before. Yet, at the same time it feels different. Thereâs warmth beginning to blossom under your skin, the kiss not just a simple sign of affection this time. Itâs the overture, the appetizer, just a teasing taste of whatâs to come.Â
You hold his hand as he leads you down the hallway, heels clacking on the tile floor. It makes your face warm, the thought that they all know what it means, they can hear it and they know whatâs about to happen. They know where youâre going, what youâre about to do.Â
John opens his door, motioning for you to enter. You havenât been in any of their rooms yet, you havenât invaded their own sacred spaces. Your steps are slow and cautious as you breach that barrier, Johnâs scent washing over you as you step into his room.Â
Itâs neat and tidy, just as you expected it would be. Itâs not laid out all that differently from your own, though perhaps a bit more organized and clinical than yours. Thereâs a shelf next to his nightstand, stuffed with books and what you can assume are souvenirs from places heâs been. Thereâs stacks of papers on the desk, his clothes and shoes tucked away neatly in their places. His bed is slightly bigger than yours, and you wonder if thatâs a perk of his status, or if he pulled some strings once he learned he was getting an omega.Â
The door clicking shut draws your attention back to John, the click of the handle a finality. Youâre doing this. Thereâs no going back now.Â
Not that you want to.Â
John steps up to you, staring down at you. You stare up into his eyes as his hand comes to rest on your waist, his touch hot through the thin fabric of your dress. âYouâre sure you want to do this?â He asks, voice rumbling in his chest.Â
You nod, your hands slowly sliding up his arms, feeling the muscle hidden beneath his dress shirt. âYes.âÂ
His lips meet yours, beard tickling your skin as he kisses you. You let him lead, leaning into him as he pulls you closer against his chest. Heâs so warm, so firm under your hands as you grip his shoulders. His hand slides from your hip to your back, a gasp parting your lips as his calloused fingers touch the bare skin of your back. Goosebumps raise on your skin, a shiver running down your spine at his touch. He tilts his head, taking advantage of your parted lips to slip his tongue into your mouth.
He tastes like wine, a quiet sound leaving your throat as he pulls you tighter against him, pressing your body into his. You can feel all of him, the hard ridges, the strength in his body as he cages you in his arms. Your head is spinning, intoxicated purely by the smell and taste of him.Â
Something rumbles deep in his chest, your entire body shivering in response. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, your hips pressed flush against his. You can feel him, the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach. Youâve been able to smell the musky tinge of arousal in his scent all evening, and you wonder how long heâs been hard. Has it been since he saw you? Or has he been thinking about this all day?Â
The thought thrills you, makes your omega preen in the back of your mind. You did this. Your alpha is all worked up because of you.Â
A whimper leaves your lips as his hand slips lower, smoothing over the curve of your ass. He mumbles a curse against your lips before they blaze a path down the line of your jaw to your neck. You tilt your head, bearing your throat for him. A low rumble of approval vibrates through his chest, his hand squeezing your ass. The sound has your omega practically belly up, the dampness between your thighs intensifying as your scent gets heavier in the air.Â
John groans against your throat, teeth nipping at your neck just over your scent gland. âSuch a good girl for me.â He groans, his hand on your ass guiding your hips to grind against his. âSuch a good omega.âÂ
You whine at the praise, hands blindly sliding down his chest to pull at the buttons of his shirt. Your fingers are trembling slightly from excitement, fumbling as you attempt to get his shirt off. You need to feel him, his skin against yours, the warmth of him pressed against you.Â
âEasy pup.â His voice rumbles against your throat, teeth nipping at the delicate skin before he pulls back, hands taking over to strip him of his button up and undershirt.Â
You lick your lips as his skin is revealed to you, your hand automatically lifting to touch him. You hesitate for a half a second but he makes no move to stop you. Your eyes trail over his form, over the many, many scars that decorate his skin like some kind of macabre painting. Lines and jagged slices, the telltale star shaped marks of bullet wounds. Cuts and nicks from knives or bullets, you canât tell the difference.Â
Your fingers settle on a rather large scar on his side, starting at the base of his ribs and curling around his side. Itâs an old scar, but the skin is still rough and uneven. Whatever had caused it, it took a chunk out of him. You donât want to think about it, about how every scar could have been a close call. How many times heâs been on the brink of death.Â
âIâll tell you about them later.â He says, taking your hand in his and lifting it to his lips. He kisses your fingertips, his beard tickling your skin. âTonight is about you.âÂ
He pulls you close again, leaning down to press his lips to yours. His hands are warm against your back as he wraps himself around you again, trapping your hands against his bare chest. Your nails dig into his skin as his hands sink lower, grabbing handfuls of your ass. He groans, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip. He presses you backwards, and you trust him to guide you until your legs hit the side of his bed.Â
âGonna be a good girl for me, yeah?â He growls, his voice rough around the edges as his alpha slips through.Â
âYes, alpha!â You gasp against his lips, your head tilting back in submission.Â
âAlways such a good omega for me.â He praises you, teeth nipping at your throat. âGood omegas kneel for their alphas.â He says, pushing you backwards so you plop down on his bed. âBut a good alpha,â He slowly lowers himself before you, dropping to one knee, then the other as his hands wrap around your ankles. âKneels for his omega.â
Your face warms as you stare down at him, unable to do anything but watch as his hands make quick work of your shoes, setting them neatly beside the bed. His skin is rough against yours as his hands drag up your legs, slowly parting them. He moves himself closer, kneeling between your parted thighs. His beard scratches the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he reaches up, pushing on your stomach until you're laying flat on his bed. He can see up your skirt now, and you're silently glad for the lacy panties Johnny had insisted on.Â
âDo you trust me?â His lips brush your inner thigh as his hands pause just at the hem of your skirt where it's ridden up almost to your hips.Â
âYes, alpha.â You say, lifting your head to stare down at him.Â
He meets your gaze as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, his hands continuing to press upwards until your dress is hiked around your waist. Your heart is fluttering rapidly in your chest as you stare down at him, his gaze leaving your eyes to stare at the soaked lace barely covering your most private parts.Â
His hands leave your hips to curl around the lace, giving it a sharp tug. The fabric snaps easily, the shreds falling to the floor. Your lip part as you stare at him in shock. Â
âI'll buy you a new pair.â He says, his hands gripping your thighs to pull them further apart.Â
The cool air in the room hits your slicked folds, making you shudder. He's barely touched you and already you can feel how slick you are. His lips press against your inner thigh again, blazing a path upwards. His gaze meets yours again as his hands shift to grip your hips, adjusting your position on the bed before he leans in, dragging his tongue through your folds.Â
You gasp at the foreign sensation, your thighs pressing against his broad shoulders. His mouth is warm as it closes over your pussy, his tongue licking another slow stripe up your folds until he reaches the spot that has your inhale turning into a gasp.Â
He focuses his attention there, dragging slow lines across your clit with his tongue. You let your arms give out, laying flat on the bed again. Little whimpers leave your lips as he teases your clit, your thighs already trembling. Itâs been so long since youâve touched yourself. Not since before you left the institute four months ago.Â
You donât last very long.Â
Your thighs squeeze around his shoulders as your orgasm is ripped from you suddenly. You let out a cry thatâs probably too loud, but you donât care who could have heard you as your back arches off the bed, pressing your hips closer to Johnâs face. His hands hold your thighs, keeping you still as his tongue continues to tease your clit, working you through your orgasm.Â
Itâs not until youâre writhing in his grasp, letting out little whimpers that he relents, lifting his face from between your thighs. His beard is shiny with your juices, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Itâs obscene and yet, it has heat pulsing straight between your legs again. He lets out a chuckle, the scent of your arousal washing over him.Â
âFuckin sweet as sugar, love.â He says as he pushes himself up from between your legs, his body folding over yours on the bed.Â
His face presses into your neck, inhaling deeply. Your pussy flutters at the thought of him claiming you now, sinking his teeth into your skin to mark you as his forever. He could. It would be so easy for him to do it. His tongue laves over the skin covering your scent gland, a shiver running through you. Your arms wrap around him, holding him against you as your scents mingle, musky with arousal.Â
âAlpha...â You whine, your hips pressing up against the bulge in his pants. Heâs fully hard now, the fabric of his pants providing delicious friction against your folds.Â
He shushes you, pressing a kiss to your throat before he pushes himself up over you. âSoon, love.â He says, moving until heâs standing in front of you. âThink youâre a bit overdressed still.âÂ
Your eyes dart down to his pants. âSo are you.âÂ
He smirks, his hands dropping to your waist, slowly pushing your dress up higher. You let him slip it over your head, lifting your arms to help him. Youâre bare before him, warmth spreading through your veins as he stares down at you. Your hands lift, coming to rest on his thighs. You can feel the muscle through the fabric, the strength of him beneath your hands. How easily he could take control, pin you down and take what he wants with little regard for you or your pleasure. How easily he could hurt you, snap your bones like theyâre toothpicks, bruise and batter your body without even straining a muscle.Â
Yet he stands here, patiently watching as your hands move closer and closer to the prominent bulge in his fitted pants. He doesnât even twitch as your hand cups his hard length, your breath stuttering at the sheer size of him. Heâs big like most alphas are, or so youâve heard.Â
His eyes stare into you as you undo his belt, popping the button on his pants open. He finally moves as you pull down the zipper, helping you tug his pants and briefs down. His cock stands at attention, almost as stiff as he is. You stare at his veiny cock with wide eyes, the tip flushed almost red with how hard he is.Â
âChrist.â You breathe, staring at him in awe.Â
You did that.Â
âEasy, love.â He says, leaning down to wrap an arm around your waist. âI said tonight was about you.âÂ
He moves you so youâre laid out on the bed, your head hitting his pillow. The scent of him floods your nose as he joins you on the bed, the frame creaking as he kneels between your legs. Nerves twist in your stomach as you continue to stare at his cock bobbing between his thighs as he runs his hands along your legs. Itâs going to hurt, you know that. It suddenly seems daunting, this request. At least during your heat youâd be so out of it with need you wouldnât really feel anything. And youâd have plenty of slick to help.Â
âNone of that.â He says, squeezing your thighs gently. âI told you Iâd take care of you.âÂ
You nod, swallowing thickly.Â
âWeâve got more work to do before we reach that point. Iâm not just going to stuff my cock into you like some needy pup.â He stares at you. âYou tell me and Iâll stop, alright?âÂ
You nod again. âYes, alpha.âÂ
Your breath hitches as his hands reach the junction of your thighs, one moving to your stomach, the other dragging through your folds, gathering your wetness on his fingers. Theyâre so much thicker than your own, your pussy clenching as he presses against the entrance.Â
âRelax for me, love.â He says, rubbing gentle circles on your stomach with his thumb.Â
His finger presses into you and your lips part at the intrusion. You clamp tight around his finger, making him groan.Â
âEasy.â He says, his thumb moving to circle your clit.Â
A breathy whine leaves your lips as his finger presses deeper into you, reaching further than you ever could. Your hand reaches up to thread through his hair, letting the short cropped strands slide through your fingers. Itâs softer than you imagined, though you expect he too had spent the afternoon preparing for tonight as well. The mental image of him lathering himself in moisturizer would have made you laugh if his finger hadnât brushed against a spot inside you that has your hips lifting off the bed.Â
He leans down, lips blazing a path up your stomach, between your breasts to your throat. He swallows your moans as he works you open with his fingers, the lewd sound of his fingers thrusting into your wet pussy only adding to the pleasure coursing through you. You can feel it building within you, heat burning through your veins. Price groans against your lips as your nails scratch his scalp, his cock leaking against your thigh. You want him, need him inside of you. You need to feel him, you need to be close to him.Â
âAlpha, please.â You whimper, tugging at his hair.Â
He stares down at you, eyes blown with lust. âPlease, what?âÂ
âNeed you.â You whimper, grinding against his hand. âPlease, sir.âÂ
Price closes his eyes, letting out a groan. His cock twitches against your thigh, his fingers slipping from you. He breathes out a curse, shifting to open his nightstand. He pulls out a bottle of lube, sitting back on his knees to squirt some into his hand. Youâre plenty slick, but you watch as he rubs the lube on his cock, tossing the bottle back into the open drawer.Â
He kneels between your thighs again, staring down at you as one of his hands comes to rest on your hip. You feel intoxicated, your head spinning from the intensity of his scent around you and the knowledge of whatâs about to happen.Â
Price folds his body over yours again, the head of his cock brushing your folds. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you, parting your thighs further for him as his tip catches on your opening. Your hands grip his shoulders as he presses into you, the stretch stinging a bit as he works you open. This is it. Thereâs no going back now.Â
You donât want to.Â
You whimper quietly as he pushes into you, nails biting into his skin. Itâs too much, yet you canât get enough of it as he sinks further in. You let out a shaky breath as he pulls away from your lips staring down at your face.Â
âAlright?â He asks, stilling where he is.Â
You nod. âJust need a moment. Youâre really big.âÂ
His lips twitch up into a smile, a pleased growl rumbling through his chest. âDonât start talking like that, love.â He says, leaning down to press kisses to your face.Â
âOr what?â You ask, your nails digging harder into his skin.Â
âI might not be able to control myself.â He growls, his alpha slipping out around the edges of his voice.Â
Your pussy clenches at his words, walls clamping down around him. He lets out another growl, hiking your leg up over his hip. It forces him deeper into you, your breath catching at the feeling of him spreading you open.Â
âFuck,â You breathe, rocking your hips to take him even deeper into you.Â
Johnâs arms frame your head as he presses his body against yours. Your arms slip around his back, legs locking around his waist as he begins to move slowly, working himself deeper and deeper into you until heâs pressed flush against you. He stills for a moment, pressing his forehead to yours as you both breathe. Youâre trembling just slightly, overwhelmed with being so close to him, to your alpha. The pain and discomfort is gone, replaced by burning heat as desire pulses through your veins.Â
âPlease, alpha.â You whimper.Â
He shushes you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. âIâve got you, omega.âÂ
Your skin is slick with sweat already as he begins to rock his hips into you. Your hands press into his back, feeling the muscles shift and flex as he moves. It feels good, the friction of your bodies, the way he stretches you open with every thrust. Your head is spinning with pleasure at the thought of being so close to another person, being so connected with someone else.Â
Not just someone else, with your alpha.Â
The wet squelch of your pussy as he thrusts into you is loud, the mattress creaking as he picks up speed. Youâre trembling, your thighs squeezing around his hips as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. Youâre not sure how heâs lasted this long, especially without any sort of release for himself yet tonight.Â
Perhaps it was the training he spoke about earlier.
Youâre not sure how he manages it. You couldnât have that kind of control. Not after this. Not after knowing how good it can feel, how good he can make you feel.Â
âFucking feel so good.â He grunts, his breath fanning her ear. His own skin is slicked with sweat, muscles twitching under her hands. âSo fucking tight and warm.âÂ
âJohn!â You gasp, digging your fingers into his shoulder blades as he picks up the pace even more, his hips snapping against yours.Â
âGonna cum for me? Gonna cum like a good omega? Need you to cum for me.â He grunts, staring down at you.Â
You let out a whine, arching against him as you seek your second high of the night. His cock brushes that spot inside of you, stars nearly erupting behind your eyes.Â
âRight there.â You gasp, thighs shaking around his hips. âFuck, right there!âÂ
Youâre being loud but you donât care, nails dragging down his back as he focuses his thrusts right at that spot inside you. You cum with a cry, pussy squeezing around him. He lets out a loud groan, his hips stilling as he twitches inside you. His muscles go lax, his body falling on top of yours. He manages to keep himself from squishing you beneath him, his face pressing against your neck.Â
The smell of sex, arousal, sweat, and your own combined scents are heavy in the air. Youâre shaking, still wrapped tightly around John as he lays on top of you. Heâs breathing heavily, warm breaths fanning against your neck. You donât want to move, your mind buzzing with the aftershocks of your orgasm still.Â
âAlright?â He murmurs, lips pressing a gentle kiss against your throat.Â
You nod, slowly unwinding yourself from around him. âYeah. âM good.âÂ
âFucking Christ, a man could get addicted to that.â He says, lifting his face from your neck. âSweet little omega.âÂ
Your face warms more than it already feels, and you lean into his touch as his fingers brush your cheek.Â
âLet me go get something to clean this mess up with.â He says, pushing himself up so heâs kneeling.Â
You canât help but giggle as his joints pop and he lets out a groan at the effort. âNeed a break, old man.âÂ
His eyes flash playfully, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. âGoing with the old man insults again, huh?âÂ
You give him a look. âYouâre the one grunting while getting up.âÂ
You let out a surprised yelp as he brings his hand down on your thigh, the skin tingling as he gets up. âIâll show you old man.â He murmurs as he heads for his en suite.Â
You bite your lip as you begin to feel his release slipping out of you, the feeling causing desire to stir in your stomach once more.Â
John tsks as he comes back, wiping the mess between your thighs. âNeedy little thing.â He practically purrs, stepping away to toss the rag into the bathroom sink before he returns, climbing back onto the bed.
You press as close to him as you can, nuzzling into his neck. Your limbs are still twitching a bit, your mind buzzing from the aftermath of what had just transpired. John wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest. You press a gentle kiss to his neck, earning a rumble in response. Your own rumble starts up as you purr contently, tossing a leg over his hip to allow you to get as close to him as possible.Â
He huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âComfortable?âÂ
You purr louder in response, sleep beginning to fog the corners of your mind.Â
âGood girl.â He says, pressing another kiss to your head. âSleep. Alphaâs got you.â
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SKZ as your boyfriend
How I imagine the SKZ members would act around you as your partners.
Warnings: Fluff and smut
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MASTERLIST // my Ko-Fi
BANG CHAN
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Worries about you 24/7: This man is a protector. If heâs not there with you, physically, heâll send you texts every once in a while, asking you how was your day, or if you had something to eat.Â
Takes good care of you when youâre on your period: Whenever you are on your period, heâd always come back from work with bags full of snacks that he knows you like and the pads you use (he has obviously memorised the details of them so that he wouldnât mess up and bring the ones you donât use).
Gets along really well with your parents: Chan is a gentleman. Your mother adores him and heâs now your dadâs best friend. Heâll thank them for raising such a sweet girl like you, making your mom swoon and hug him. Your parents know youâve found the one.Â
Takes you out on dates any time he can: He likes to spoil you, a lot. He likes to take you out on dates just because he knows you love to dress up and get your makeup done nicely for the occasion, and also because he loves to spend time with you while enjoying a nice dinner. It's a win-win situation. And also⌠heâs never going to let you pay. Heâll get mad at you if you even insinuate you should split the check up.Â
Lets you wear his clothes: If he sees you shiver, he wouldnât hesitate. Even if itâs 4 degrees outside, he wouldnât think twice of taking his hoodie off and giving it to you. From one side, because heâd never let you suffer from the cold or get sick because of it, and from the other, because he absolutely adores seeing you wearing his clothes.Â
Nicknames I think heâd use on you: Baby, Babygirl, Princess
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He is possessive: If he sees someone from the staff giving you the eyes, or even someone online commenting how hot you looked, heâd see red. He knew what he had and heâd be damned if someone took you away from him. Heâd obviously take that pent up frustration out on you in the best way possible.Â
His favourite position: Missionary. He loves to watch your fucked out face as he fucks you. He gets the best view of your chest bouncing in front of his eyes and loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck while your hands are on his hair, gripping it.
He thinks aftercare is so important. He wouldnât let you fall asleep without cleaning you up with a rag or drawing you a bath.Â
After taking you apart again and again, heâd wrap his big ass arms around you and cuddle you, spooning you from behind.
LEE KNOW
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Cooks for you: We have seen it in several blogs, this man can cook. Even if you know how to, heâd never let you step foot in the kitchen. He wants and likes to cook for you.
Gets jealous easily but in a playful way: Heâd see you talk to one of the members or a staff member and heâd immediately put on a pouty face. Youâd go back to him and heâd pull away, making you frown. âGo back to your new boyfriendâ heâd playfully say. He then tells you you can make it up to him by giving him endless kisses and cuddles.
Can read you like a book: I feel like this man knows you very well. Heâll know how you feel with just one look at your face. And the best part, heâd know just what to do. If he senses youâre feeling bad, he'll wrap his arms around you silently and heâll make you feel better.
Treats you like the mother of his cats: Whenever heâs with his cats and he sees you arrive, heâd tell them: âLook, mommyâs hereâ, making you coo and lead him on with his antics.Â
Annoys you: He knows how to push your buttons. Heâd see you on your bed, scrolling the feed of your Instagram and heâd drop himself on top of you, making you huff in surprise and start squealing, pleading him to get off of you.Â
Nicknames: Jagiya (Korean for âbabyâ), Bunny, Baby
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I feel like Minho would be the type of boyfriend who would let out his pent up frustration out on you by fucking you, and viceversa. Heâd let you take your anger out on him in the most pleasurable way.Â
Favourite position: All fours. Absolutely. This man loves your ass and he loves to watch it as he fucks you from behind.
Booty slaps 24/7: It is known that Lee Minho loves to slap the memberâs asses. You arenât the exception. Hell, itâs even worse. Heâd be obsessed with your ass. No matter how big or small it is. Heâll slap, touch or even cuddle it as much as he can.Â
Hair Pulling: I know this man is in fact into hair pulling. In whichever position heâs taking you in, heâll grab and pull on your hair. Even when you arenât having sex, if he sees you in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, heâll wrap his fingers around your hair, pulling it gently so that he can pull your head back and kiss your neck as he whispers a âgood morningâ into your skin.Â
CHANGBIN
SFW
Carries ALL of your bags for you: Dating a gymbro (because, letâs face it, heâs one of them) comes with a lot of perks. Changbin would never let you carry your bags. You go to the market? Heâll carry the bags with groceries. Youâre coming back from a trip? Heâll carry your luggage. Even if youâre feeling exhausted from walking, heâll offer his back for you to hop on and carry you. And donât say no, heâll feel offended. He loves carrying his girl.
Spams your phone with lots of pics from the gym: Whenever he goes to the gym (which is always), heâll never forget to send you a mirror pic while working out.Â
Walks with an arm around you: Changbin will always walk with an arm around you. Always. He wants you to feel loved and protected.Â
Buys you plushies: Whenever thereâs an anniversary, a birthday, a date night, or just a random day, heâll always buy a plushie that reminds him of you or something that you said. Of course, heâll gift you every single edition that comes out of Dwaekki, always. You need to have them all.Â
Stares at you: Youâll catch Changbin staring at you all the time. Youâd be talking or ranting about something of your interest and heâll probably wonât listen to you. Heâs too busy staring at your pretty face to pay attention. Even if someone is talking to him, and youâre in the same room, heâll probably wonât listen to them, heâll just stare at his girlfriend.Â
Nicknames: Beautiful, Babe, Doll.
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Changbin, a guy with big arms, would like to show you how strong he is by manhandling you into any position heâd like.Â
Favourite position: Against a wall. As I said before, he likes to show how strong he is. Iâll bet heâd love to hoist you in his arms, press you against a wall and just give it to you.Â
I feel like sex with Changbin will be hardcore or very soft and vanilla. There is no in between. There will be nights where heâll just want to release and pound into you, drilling you into the mattress. And there will be nights where heâll just want to make love to you and shower you with kisses and sweet nothings whispered into your ear.Â
HYUNJIN
SFW
Museum dates: He loves going to museums, and loves spending time with you. So why not combine those things? Hyunjin would love to walk through a museum or art gallery while holding your hand.Â
Gifts you his art: Jinnie loves painting you and sketching you. Heâll show his love and dedication for you through his art. As his number one fan, youâd have them framed on the wall all around your house. Whenever you have a visit, youâd always tell them with a proud smile on your face: âMy boyfriend did thatâ.Â
Clingy: As much as Hyunjin loves to say he doesnât like skinship, I know that thought will fly out of his mind as soon as he meets the love of his life (aka you). Heâll always hold hands with you. Always. Heâll randomly hug you. Heâll press kisses on your neck, cheeks, lips, everywhere in his reach.
Being romantic 24/7: That boy is so romantic and will try to show his love for you in every way possible. Heâll gift you a sketchbook filled with drawings of your face. Gifts you a notebook filled (from first to last page) with poetry written only for you. His muse. Will give you flowers every time he can. Red roses, specifically, because he knows that they embody love.Â
Flirty: We all know itâs in Hyunjinâs nature to be flirty. He wonât let it be an exception around you. Heâll flirt with you all the time. When youâre alone, when youâre in public, always. Heâll say the worst and cheesiest pick up lines and the most romantic ones as well.Â
Nicknames: My muse, Angel, Baby.
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Hyunjin loves morning sex. He loves waking you up in the most delicious way. Heâll start by sucking on the soft skin on your neck. Then, trailing his lips to your chest, gives you an orgasm with his mouth and then heâd slide into you and make you come at least twice before you even have the chance to open your eyes. Afterwards, heâd press a long kiss onto your lips and whisper: âGood morning, my museâ.Â
Favourite position: Missionary. I feel like Hyunjin would love to brace himself up on top of you with those arms and whisper into your lips the filthiest things.Â
I know heâs into choking. He knows he has beautiful and hot hands, and he just loves seeing them wrapped around your neck. Heâll even fuck you in front of a mirror with his hand on your neck, making you watch how beautiful you are while you take him.Â
Heâs a whore for oral: In both ways. He loves when you sink to your knees for him and you wrap your lips around him. He loves the way you suck him off. Heâd commit crimes for it. And vice versa. With those lips, I know heâs good at it. Heâll just plaster his face into your core, his nose pressing against your clit while he devours you. He loves tasting you and pulling those sinful moans out of you.
HAN
SFW
Writes songs about you: Jisung canât stop writing songs about you. He loves you so much and his hand would grow tired from all the lyrics his mind would come up with about how beautiful you are and how much he adores you as he writes them down.
Letâs you brush his hair: Youâd sit him down on a chair or on the bed while you brush his hair softly and heâd just stare at you with the biggest simp grin on his face.Â
Sings you to sleep: He knows you love his voice and how soothing you think it is. Jisung would just wrap his arms around you, press a kiss into your hair and lowly sing one of your favourite tunes or a song he wrote about you without you knowing about the existence of it.
Steals your clothes: I know Jisung would love showing up to the studio wearing one of your hoodies. He loves wearing them because they have your scent and perfume, and it makes him feel at home. The member would ask him if it he was wearing a new hoodie and heâd just smile with his lips pressed against each other and shake his head. âNope, itâs my girlâsâ.
Loves to hold you: Whether it is your hand, your arm, or your body in a hug, he has to hold you. As someone who gets anxious pretty often, Jisung finds it reassuring to know he has you there for him and just your touch and presence will calm him down and soothe the anxiety.Â
Nicknames: Cutie, Sweetie, honey
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I feel like Jisung would be the sweetest thing in bed. Always asking if what heâs doing is okay, if heâs hurting you and if youâre feeling okay.Â
Favourite position: Cowgirl. He loves having you on top of you. Heâd place his hands on your hips and get the best view from where he lies.Â
Heâs very vocal in bed, always telling you how good youâre making him feel, how good your pussy feels around his cock. Heâd never hide his moans from you, never.Â
FELIX
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Clingy: Just like Hyunjin, but we all know this man is a sucker for skinship. It is a need. He always has to have some sort of contact with your skin. Holding your hand, his hand on your thigh, your arm, you name it.Â
Puts you above anything else: Youâre his number one priority. And it is non-debatable. If youâre sick, heâll drop everything to go to you and take care of you. If you want to go on a date, heâll drop everything to get you that date. If you want to watch a movie, even if he knows he doesnât like it, even if itâs a horror movie, heâll put it on.Â
Kisses 24/7: He lives for your kisses. He loves you so much he canât go one single second without feeling your kiss. Heâd see you across the room, and heâll walk to you and press a kiss to your lips. The reason? Nothing, he doesn't have to have one. He just loves you and loves showing it to you. Heâll always shower your face with kisses. Always.
Creates playlists with songs that reminds him of you: You wouldnât be surprised if he shared a link to a playlist he made for the two of you, filled with songs that remind him of you and how he feels for you. You wouldnât be surprised because heâs the sweetest boy ever.Â
Heart Eyes: The members are always teasing him about how whipped he is for you. And he doesnât even try to hide it. Heâs always staring at you whenever youâre in the same room as him. He canât help it. Lix thinks he is the luckiest person in the world because youâre with him. Heâll unconsciously smile as he gives you the most lovesick puppy look.Â
Nicknames: Sunshine, My love, Princess (because if he gets called âprinceâ, then youâre his princess).
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He knows you love his deep voice (who doesnât) and he takes advantage of it. Heâd tell you how good you feel, how sexy and beautiful you are, how he is the luckiest person in the world to be able to fuck you, all with his deep, sensual voice.Â
Favourite position: Any position he gets to see your face in. If you want him to give it to you from behind, he just has to have a mirror in front of the two of you so he can see your face as he takes you apart and puts you back together.Â
Felix loves your tits. Loves them. He could spend the rest of his life buried in them. It doesnât matter how big or small they are. He will worship them no matter what. He loves to suck on them, lay on them, fuck them, grab them, squish them, spit on them.
I feel like Lix has a praise kink. He absolutely does. Just like he compliments you, he likes to receive them as well. HIs eyes would roll back every time you whisper against his skin how good heâs making you feel, how big he is or how much you love him.
Heâll get inside the shower without a warning, loving how you feel all wet and soaped up against him. Heâd just take you against the shower wall without a warning, and youâd absolutely give it to him because you could never resist him.
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Constant teasing: Heâll tease you with the most cringey nicknames or things, annoying you but on the inside, you know that he does that only to the people he loves. And you love knowing youâre one of them.
Takes pictures of you: Seungmin will take random pictures of you whenever he feels like it. He sees you concentrated on something, or just laying on the couch watching some shitty tv show and heâd grab his phone, and take a picture of you. Heâll have a photo album in his gallery filled with pictures of you. Letâs say that at least 80% of his used storage is simply pictures of you.
Asks you which pictures should he post on his Instagram: The only person heâd ask to pick which pictures he could post on his Instagram is you. He wants your opinion on how he looks and loves to watch you gasp as he scrolls down the pictures he shows you for you to pick.Â
Frames your face before kissing you: Heâll put his hands on your cheeks, look down at your lips with those beautiful brown eyes and kiss you in the sweetest way possible.Â
Loves your hugs: As someone who claims he doesnât like skinship that much, youâre the only one who can hug him. He is a sucker for your hugs. Heâll have a hard time initiating them at first, but once he gets more comfortable in the relationship, heâll randomly hug you, whenever he feels like it.Â
Nickname: Darling, Sweetheart, Sugar.
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Heâs a mean dom. We all know that. Heâll tease and edge you all night long if he wants to.Â
Favourite position: Reverse cowgirl. Heâd love to watch the way you fuck yourself down on his cock while watching the way your ass shakes as it slaps against his thighs, and grabs your hips.
Loves to mark you up, because heâs a possessive little shit. He likes to adorn your neck with purple marks and see the handprints on your ass cheeks. He gets bummed that you canât give him marks, due to his idol position and all, but he knows heâd love to get marked by his girl.
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Smiles every time he sees you laugh: This man has such a beautiful smile, and it always pops up in his face whenever he hears you chuckle. He canât help it. He loves it even more when heâs the one making you laugh.
Loves to take pictures with you: He loves taking selfies and he loves it even more when you are with him in them. He loves wrapping his arms around you and taking a picture in front of a mirror. Loves cuddling you and taking a selfie with you in his arms.Â
Brings you food whenever he comes back home: Heâd come back with dinner for the both of you after a long day of recording or practising. Even if heâs exhausted, heâd never fail to stop at a restaurant or a market to buy food for the both of you. And heâd never forget to buy you your favourite chocolate or ice cream pint for dessert.Â
Gets shy easily when you compliment him: Youâd say something nice to him, like: âYou look beautiful todayâ or âI love you so muchâ, and heâd immediately hide his smile and pretty blush by looking down. Youâd tease him about it, poking your fingers on his stomach, making him giggle.Â
Lends you his jewellery: He loves watching you play with his rings and his necklaces, so at a certain point heâll just pull them off his fingers or unclasp it from around his neck and put it on you. Heâd reassure you it looks better on you, anyways.
Nicknames: Baby, Beautiful, Gorgeous.
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The first time heâd get nervous. Heâd be hesitant and try things to see what you really like. But once you get started, Jeongin will start getting more and more confident.Â
Favourite position: Cowgirl. I feel like heâd let you dominate him every once in a while and heâd enjoy it so much.Â
Sex with Jeongin, under normal circumstances, would be pretty vanilla. But if you piss him off, oh boy. Brace yourself to be drilled into the mattress. Heâd punish you, overstimulating you and making you come over and over again.Â
If thereâs a member that loves face-sitting, itâs him. He loves to feel his whole face soaked by your juices. He loves feeling your thighs around his head in this position.Â
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pairing: idol!lee felix x fem!reader
âŚsummary: You got your dream job on one of the most important day for fashion industry, everything seems like a fairy tale, until you meet one of the people you are working for, which complicates your thoughts, a guy with an angelic face, however he is for you the devil wearing custom couture Tommy Hilfiger.
â content - tags - warnings: smut / one night stand / use of ây/nâ/ handjob / oral sex / soft degrading / dom felix / semi public sex / unprotected sex / etc lol
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⥠notes: 2024 felix at the met gala âĄ
a/n: had to write smth ab my man looking this good on a big day, oopsies / all fiction, don't really know how's behind scenes lol / i'm watching the series so i'm romanticizing the carrie type of writing, enjoy!
Thereâs an old saying⌠âwhat happens in Vegas, stay in Vegasâ, and for the New Yorkers with enough amount of luck, the equivalent of that would be: âwhat happens in the Met Gala, stays in the Met gala.â
You either had to be a celebrity with high status, or a very wealthy person⌠or sometimes, just part of the staff; yes you were in last link, but you were still happy.
There you were, on the first Monday of May, standing outside of the iconic decorated stairs of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, on the also iconic, 5th avenue of East side of Manhattan. Living your dream, because this year, you were inside, and not anymore as a viewer.
Life was going great for you, youâll graduate from college exactly in nine days, and you were booked as a tour guide in the Met Gala a month ago. It was your dream job, even though you majored in journalism, working for Vogue was always your dream to be, youâve been applying for the Met ever since you turned eighteen, and finally there you were wearing a vintage YSL black dress, from a vintage store in Soho, whose rent costs more than you apartmentâs, with some Manolo shoes, living your little Carrie Bradshaw fantasy. But that didnât matter, yeah, she was a woman with a steady job and you only a freshly graduated who expected to get hired as soon as you get your diploma.
They prepared you the whole past month, and you picked up your ID last week; this was going to look wonderful in your resume. You loved fashion, arts, writing, you didnât care there was another 500 people doing exactly the same as you, you were there, living inside your bubble of the gossip girl and devil wears Prada vibes.
A lot of people hated New York; but you never could, you had a nice apartment on west side of Manhattan and an incredible fashion taste. You had to work as a staff for one the most emerging kpop groups, Stray Kids, or at least thatâs what you read about online, you did your research: eight male members, only two of them fluent in English and the rest of them just shy to speak it out loud⌠you werenât that unfamiliar at all, you recognized kpop is one of the greatest genres these days, but you were twenty one and going through your finals as the provided you that information, so you followed their social medias, caught up a little in their updates, learned their names and faces âwhich was very importantâ, but couldnât fully concentrate in how handsome they were or at least get yourself a little of fangirlism. Once again, you were sinking in the lasts and very important moments of college.
So the thing was simple, they usually bring their own people around but for this event was the exception, once they stepped on the radar of these popular stairs, they were under the Met Gala staff, thatâs when you get in.
You were waiting for them standing among the group of people who would be working the same as you, all with their dress code in black-only etiquette, to go unnoticed. It was your first Met Gala, although you didn't want to flatter yourself either in such a big way, but you had chosen a sexy dress with your back uncovered, you wanted simplicity, but not too much. The heels were starting to bother you a bit until, as fate would have it, a stout black man in charge of monitoring, with headphones on his bald head and clipboard in his hand shouted in a strong New York accent to the group of people you were in.
âThe following celebrities are Stray Kids, I repeat so you can listen in the back, Stray Kids is coming! Their team step up to lead them in.â
Nerves got the better of you, it was your turn; you had seen your other âcolleaguesâ guide their respective assigned celebrities, so now it was your time. You hurried to the entrance, along with another girl and two other men. The large black van pulled up to sidewalk and finally, just as you had researched, eight pretty East Asian looking men exited one by one.
You tried to identify the one you had previously studied as their leader and one of the English speakers, until he finally emerged just to one side of you.
âIt's this way, boysâ your coworker, who was a little ahead of you, led the way.
The eight of them walked a bit and met their designer, the legitimate Tommy Hilfiger, while among the chaos of noise and nerves you tried to identify each one you were working for; they were all wearing long coats but you could distinguish that it was just to hide their real attire.
But apparently you were not the only one nervous, it was also their first Met Gala, an incredibly big event, a bit out of what they knew, in one of the countries where the music market was of utmost importance to consider and succeed, each one of them recognized that this was an important day and simply one more step in their artistic career. They were all nervous and excited; but even so you noticed a somewhat monotonous expression on each of them, you thought it was just nerves. You got a good look at them all as they talked to their designer in charge and noticed how each one had their own charm, they were attractive and smelled quite nice. You thought about how much fun this job is for you, being around celebrities.
âAnd y/n, right?â he came up to you, the man who had previously been giving directions to your boys.
You nodded, confused, he went on to say:
âIâm informed that you will be going into the museum with them, you can take the leadâ he said in a strangely kind tone.
You smiled at him, you had forgotten the last time you met a nice New Yorker. It was when you realized it was time, you took a breath with your cheeks and released them, once you saw they finished their little talk, you took a step so everyone could see you and introduced yourself; it was part of your job and you had been trained for it. You started with a âhi, guysâ, told them your name and added that you would accompany them to the exhibit. You looked forward to going in there.
You got the attention of all eight of them, after all they were still men, foreign men excited for a new experience. Once you turned around as you led the way you questioned if wearing that open back dress was the best choice, you hadn't really intended it that way; you also didn't expect them all to be 100 times more attractive in person, the pictures you saw on the internet didn't do them justice.
All the members of Stray Kids were with their respective emotions on edge, but especially one of them didn't know how to control himself. Felix, who at all times kept a serious countenance was more than excited and his body was reacting to it, betraying him, he was aroused. He wasn't exactly in the mood for sex, but somehow he felt uncomfortably hard. He was simply an excited little Asian boy with a not-so-little problem. An erection in his pants.
Felix had the experience at these kinds of fashion events, but simply something about this city drove him incredibly crazy. Somehow he was thirsty for sex⌠but he didn't feel like he was at this very moment. He had to put on his best show and control his body, he slyly checked his pants and it was a relief that the design was perfectly loose so it couldn't be noticed. But it all got worse when he saw his pretty young guide and staff for tonight, with her pretty makeup and perfect hair done, with her back uncovered.
Felix read her name on her ID hanging on her body and checked slyly if anyone else of his friends and colleagues thought the same as him⌠he could notice it in the look of his friend Bang Chan, however Felix noticed the little importance that Chan himself gave her and continued treating her with kindness and courtesy, who from time to time gave her a certain look was his other friend Seungmin, who was the master of disguise, but not for Felix, not after knowing him so long and living with him.
But that was just the thrill of the moment, as Felix took full control of his body as he approached his final stretch, an interview and then the longed-for Met Gala stairs. Like a pro idol, he knew how to handle it, and everyone had a spectacular and memorable entrance.
You saw them from afar, Bang Chan had introduced you to each one of them and thanked you for accompanying them even though you hadnât start yet, you thought he was an unreal man, in fact all eight of them were, their perfectly manicured faces and the subtlety of their make-up were to you soâŚ. You were speechless; but if you had to choose one, putting yourself in the shoes of millions of girls around the world even of your age discovering an attractive boy band, maybe among them all⌠it would be the only blond guy with long hair. You thought between sighs how cute he was, you were down bad when it came to cute boys, also the long-haired ones.
You remembered his name, Felix; a little strange, it sounded like an old name but somehow it fit him so well, you thought; now you were not only fulfilling your dream job, you would be together with eight handsome men, you almost wanted to let out a little giggle, but it was time to monitor how well they took the pictures of your âbossesâ as they posed on the carpet.
You waited a moment more before finally entering, it seemed like hours, until finally the doors opened for you and there suddenly you felt your heart burst, not even Felix's pretty face could have impacted you so much, the exhibition of unique pieces in the haute couture of fashion history.
âYou can start to separate and see freelyâ you mentioned to them.
You saw them, they looked totally lost.
âMm, I don't think so, we like to stay togetherâ Chan answered with a nervous smile.
âWell, if you like, we can start hereâŚâ you spoke.
You didn't want to keep them tied up nor did you want to feel like a big deal, you were only going to accompany them and follow their instructions, however they seemed to follow yours; you gave yourself the task of showing them every corner and giving them a little summary of what each exhibit meant, however you couldn't help hiding your excitement, your eyes shone with care and all eight noticed your adorable expression, even those who couldn't fully understand you because of the language barrier, your expressions spoke for themselves. And Felix couldn't take his eyes off you the whole tour.
Felix didn't understand what was wrong with him, whether it was the excitement of the foreigner, the significant change of time zone, his pretty part of the assigned staff, or the incredible urge to have sex. He wasn't normally like that⌠well, at least not in places like these. He left the dirty thoughts for later when he was in the quiet of solitude. But just now he had those thoughts of how hot it must be to be fucking someone while wearing that perfectly tailored suit, making a mess among all the tidiness that went with it all.
He wasn't like that⌠but the more he thought about it, the more he was tempted, he thought it would be the only time he would see you, that you had to be professional and not at all indiscreet, that it would only be one night. He was becoming more and more convinced, what was wrong with him? He was handsome, young, successful and very well endowed, he only needed to show his gifts to someone. Felix thought if that someone could be you; this was not Felix who thinks dating and love were important, suddenly something came over him, like a haughty alter ego blinded by his dazzling fame, ready to just have sex.
The main event started, the dinner and the show, you had gotten a table, only confirmed by the exclusively selected staff in perhaps, one of the worst areas, still you were in, from going to see the Met outside on the street, to being seated next to a bunch of celebrities in the same room; you were so happy you could die the next day thinking you made it.
But once the show was over, little by little so was your spark, it was time to go back to your reality and take a cab home; the folks at that table were mentioning something about an after party, among them and a bunch more⌠but you didn't want the smell of celebrities and fame to leave your pores and get lost in some stranger's apartment.
You were about to check out when a short woman rushes up to you asking if there was any Stray Kids staff at the table.
âHere, me!â you showed her your ID quizzically. âWhat's going on?â
âWhat are you doing here? They're escorting you to the after party.â
Puzzled, you mumbled a âwhat?â and followed her hurried pace as she was leaving.
âAfter party, with who?â
The woman stopped in her tracks and turned to look at you.
âWell, who are you working for.â
Impossible, you thought. You were supposed to check out and you weren't allowed to go outside the museum, they couldn't just invite you like that, could they? Why would they? Besides you were working for the museum, not for them. Sadly, you had to make it clear to them.
You walked towards them who were already at the main exit leaving with other celebrities, you got up the courage and approached them.
âNice to meet you guys, but I think it was a misunderstanding, I can't accompany you, I work for the museum⌠they didn't give me directions to follow you.â
âAnd what time do you leave?â Chan asked you with a hoarse voice and eyes fixed on you.
âJust nowâŚâ you added awkwardly, not knowing what to say as the eight men stared at you.
âPerfectâ Chan said in a thick accent with a smile.
âNow you work for us, let's go to the after partyâ spoke in a cold, distant and arrogant tone the pretty blond boy who had caught your attention.
You had not heard him speak, not until now. You were too surprised by the contrast of his angelic face and his incredibly thick voice.
You were able to register your exit and hurriedly kept up with the boys.
âWe liked the way you explained the exhibition, we will have you as translator nowâ Chan told you as he quickened his pace leaving you behind.
It didn't make the slightest sense what he just said. You don't even speak Korean.
You sighed and could not deny the excitement of living another adventure, it was not like they were forcing you, you were now going to go to the legendary Met Gala after party.
You got into a dark van along with more of their staff and in the minutes of traffic you were finally there. You couldn't believe it, for a moment you stopped thinking that things made sense.
Luckily you were not alone, but accompanied by another girl in the staff, all looked great but it was evident that no one wanted to socialize with you and it was difficult for you to do so; so you felt uncomfortable and out of place, questioning if you should really be there.
After a few minutes you noticed that Felix stood up from his seat, taking the button of his suit and slyly approached you.
âCan you come with me?â he whispered in your ear with his deep voice.
You froze, and followed him without thinking too much, something wasn't right when it came to himâŚ. besides, you thought you had to follow his instructions.
Felix went to a private bathroom, you wanted to think that maybe he wanted you to take care of his coat⌠if not, why else would he ask you to accompany him; he entered quickly, in a suspicious way and then came out quickly looking around frantically, until he pulled you by the arm and took you with him to that small elegant bathroom, locking the door. You couldn't process the speed of the actions and suddenly, you saw his piercing gaze in front of yours.
What was going on?
Felix had enough, watching you flirtatiously talking to Chan, sweet talking all his friends, there was nothing else to explain but that he was horny and wanted to have you right now.
You weren't stupid, you noticed his looks but wanted to ignore them, but it turns out that wasn't what he wanted.
So there you were, inwardly struggling whether to play along with whatever he intended to do or put your ethics above⌠you analyzed him, he looked so good with his long hair and white suit, you'd probably never see him again, you wanted to bite your lip just thinking about how dangerous and fast-paced some kind of sex like that would be, on the sly. But you couldn't make up your mind, this was about Conde Nast, your dream, not easy access to fuck.
Felix noticed too the early darkness in your gaze, reflecting lust, he was already hard from just thinking about your ass slapping his pelvis as he thrust his cock in and out your pussy mercilessly. You so wet, making a mess, the two of you indulging in passion while a bunch of people decide to party outside.
âI don't normally do this but⌠I may only see you once in my lifeâŚâ
Felix said in a voice thicker than what you had heard and came dangerously close to you, who were glued to the door, perplexed.
âFelixâŚâ you wanted to think clearly but his full lips in a perfect heart shape were distracting you.
âIf you want to fuck me⌠you have to promise me to never tell anyone.â
Felix whispered plaintiff in your left ear, losing himself in the scent of you hair. You couldn't take it anymore, if he kept talking, you might cum at any moment.
You understood the situation of things and the importance of his comment, after all he was still a global superstar.
But not telling would not only be a beautiful secret to take to your grave and something fun to remember, but it would also be beneficial for you, because under no circumstances should a female employee have sex with her assigned celebrity. You would be banned from all of Manhattan or the city if possible, public enemy number one.
He moved closer to your ear, thinly brushing his lips on it and making you lose control little by little by his approach. You closed your eyes, completely lost, fuck it, you would fuck him and never see him again, at least not this intimacy.
âWhy would I fuck and tell...?â you whispered completely lost in desire.
He chuckled, and finally grabbed you by the waist. Felix sought your lips and you kissed slowly, deeply and passionately, the kiss was so strong that you felt the pressure of his upturned nose on your face. You knew it was so wrong at any angle analyzed⌠but it felt so right, his lips were soft and he moved them with agility, your hands were still glued to the wall in surprise, but gradually you relaxed and managed to hold on to the ends of his jacket.
Felix also relaxed and his right hand moved down to your naked back and slowly and nimbly he moved his hand in until he squeezed and caressed your ass, his actions surprised you that you almost moaned at the touch, separating you a little from the kiss.
He pulled a few inches away from your lips and, as he ran his hand all around your ass, he looked you over with a look of superiority.
âYou're such a slut, only wearing a fucking thong, almost like you were ready for meâ he said with a husky voice.
This time you felt his noticeable bulge brush against your belly and his soft touch made you wetter and wetter.
âGet on your knees, beautiful.â
He ordered and you obeyed. Felix was sick of feeling horny, he wanted a quick fix, to strip the tight garments off his cock and be attended to urgently, once he had enough of his own, he was going to take over pleasuring you fully.
Your breath was getting shorter and shorter and you felt his member on the fabric, you thought about how good he looked from below and in all possible angles, then you pulled down his pants, ready to give him the best blowjob ever âor at least you hoped soâ, you couldn't resist, you simply pulled down his underwear too, finding his throbbing and delicious cock so needy, its tip was bright pink and poor Felix was already showing signs of small droplets of pre-seminal fluid, and to think he had a fine and angelic faceâŚ.
You had never felt so hungry and desirous, you were totally possessed; you wanted it in your hands, in your mouth, pounding your face, pounding your cervix⌠so you felt it, that firm hard manly hunk, at the mercy of your hands, feeling every texture of his skin.
Felix gasped, lifting his buttoned shirt a little, revealing a bit of his smooth but working abdomen. You took some of his fluid and spread it all over his length, lubricating it, it felt so good, but you were also so needy and desperate, and the thin fabric covering your intimate area didn't help at all, you felt the garment getting smaller and smaller, you felt your wet pussy growing and throbbing causing a delicious friction; but you thought you had to be more careful, your whole outfit was black, one stain of semen or fluids and you had to pay for the dress.
You moved a little away from him, hoping that no droplets of him fell on your attire, still you held his erection tightly with your left hand, making frantic movements, back and forth.
He was ecstatic, it was all he needed, to be sexually attended to; the New York air suited Felix Lee wonderfully, and the New York girl⌠he thought⌠she was out of this world, her hands felt fantastic on his hard manhood. He wanted to cum roughly, but he wanted to do it dirty in his employee's mouth and pretty face⌠he would never act like the beastly thing he was doing in Seoul, but new place, try new things.
So between sighs and gasps, he lowered his gaze and tried to communicate with her.
âUse your pretty mouth.â
You never thought he was going to ask, you didn't hesitate for a second, and the grotesque sound of your saliva dripping on his cock were heavenly; his sex was hot and smooth, the texture felt so good inside your cheeks but once again, you are desperate for him to take you and start moving your guts.
Within minutes, Felix cum in your mouth amid moans and groans, and the softest but most effective hair pulls, to make you go exquisitely deeper. You never thought he was so vocal, with a voice like that, you were in heaven; and it took you only a few seconds to drink his cum, as a reward.
âI think we need to get rid of that dressâ he said trying to catch his breath. âI'll buy you 3 more, no worries.â
He took you by the chin, inviting you to stand up and helped you take off the dress, you were so excited that your vision was blurred and you couldn't think clearly⌠what was his next moveâŚ.
You were amazed at how incredibly hard and standing still he was even after he had just cum, you thought, after all kpop idols did have it all, great stage presence, big penis, music talent, and for sex too.
He sat you on the small counter, him facing the mirror, the stone was cold and you were finally, almost, completely naked in front of him, wearing only your thin thong. Felix wasted no time and positioned himself between your legs, kissing you deeply and desperately as you carefully felt the tip of his penis brush your wet center each time they came closer, he moved his kisses down, to your neck, massaged your breasts and kissed and sucked them mercilessly, you wanted to scream with excitement but you were acutely aware that there were people outside, never mind the noise of the party.
Once on your chest, he turned his angelic face up, with a dark mischievous look and that's when you felt his thumb caress your clit.
You moaned in relief, finally your exhausted pussy was going to be given attention. His movements were slow until each time he increased the acceleration, you couldn't help but writhe in pleasure and when your body contracted ready to climax, Felix introduced his fingers inside you, he felt the softness of your insides so lubricated and ready to feel his erection beating you frantically.
âLook at meâ he asked once he saw that your attention was focused for a few seconds on his right hand playing with your pussy.
âUh-mmâ you murmured, nodding softly, almost in moans.
You weren't thinking clearly but decided to hold back the urge to cum just to feel his fingers inside you for a few more moments. You looked into his big dark eyes; you felt that he looked more calm and serious with that gaze locked on you and his innocent freckled look, unlike you that your eyes was totally submissive and you were almost about to cry with pleasure, oh and Felix loved that, all that mess because of him.
âI'm going to cum, FeâŚâ you moaned.
But you couldn't even speak, he accelerated his movements and your belly contracted so pleasantly bringing you to your first orgasm.
âI'm not done yet; let me clean up that mess you made.â
And without warning, Felix leaned down, gripping your thighs tightly, two of his fingers still freshly wet from my fluids, marked on your thigh; Felix ran his hot tongue across your cunt, licking all your cum.
He began to eat your pussy carefully, almost accomplishing step by step and you loved the delicacy of what he was doing, you were seeing stars, you didn't want this to ever end, you wanted him on you all the time. You took advantage and also took hold of his tightly tied hair. He did it so well that you had to cum a second time.
And finally, the act you both had been waiting for since he locked the door; Felix had saved the urge and was once again swollen and throbbing, screaming for attention and action. He cleaned the edges of his mouth in a attractive manner.
âShit, I don't have a condomâ he said in annoyance.
âIt's okay, I'd never have your baby anyway.â
Felix smiled and you watched his erection in front of your pussy, until he gently pushed it in, until you closed your eyes once again in pleasure.
âI'm going to cum inside you and make sure your pussy misses every part of me.â
Felix whispered hotly in your right ear as you pressed your bodies closer and closer together, until you ended up with your legs wrapped around his waist, crushing bit of his outfit, and your hands on his shoulders. And then, he rammed you fast and as delicious as no one else had ever done, you moaned softly to avoid any strange noises from outside. It was incredible, you thought, his rhythm was strong and constant and when you began to lubricate his penis more indicating your soon orgasm, Felix separated from you and in quick movements he changed your position, lowered you from the counter, turned your body and introduced his penis making you stand still and making you both see yourselves in the mirror.
You couldn't be happier, you loved the fiction of his shirts stuck to your body of the clothes he still had on, and he began to pound more frantically and wildly, giving way to the sound of your skins colliding and your fluids combining. Felix held you tightly by the waist as he pulled your body away and closer, controlling it in his own way, you wanted to help him, moving your ass a little but his grip was too strong. You were with your back arched, holding tightly to the sink, giving choked moans as you felt his strong thrusts. Watching him fuck you in the mirror was fucking hot, he looked so attractive with his half-open mouth letting out soft moans and his concentrated countenance, frowning and his eyes locked on your ass, then on you.
Felix grabbed your hair in his fist and pulled it to pull you closer to him and glued you to his body, just when you thought it couldn't get any better, his thrusts were deeper that way and you were touching the edge.
âDo you like the way I fuck you, little slut, huh?â
You tried to nod between gripping your hair.
âSay it.â
âYes-yes, Felix, ahh it feels good.â
âYou feel good too, sweetheart, you're doing a great job.â
His dirty talk close to your ear were just more elements to make you cum faster and faster and each time you were more and more surprised, as his pace increased, finally making you climax, for the third time.
Felix smiled in victory as he felt your pussy muscles first tighten and then relax releasing more of your luscious fluids, wetting and hugging his hard cock, Felix continued another small moment, until he cum gloriously inside you and a little more above your ass.
You were perplexed. The sexual connection had been real.
You both tried to catch your breath, he helped you put your dress back on and as you changed, Felix felt a little bad about just using you for his carnal desires, for you honestly it had been just a good fuck and you had your feet on the ground being aware that someone like him and you could never be together.
âSo⌠Are you officially working on something related for Vogue?â
You smiled, as you tried to touch up your makeup, it was a bit badly retouched.
âNo, it's my dream, they just hired me as a one-off for this year.â
âMaybe you should learn Korean and move there, Vogue Korea is still Vogue, isn't it?â he mentioned flirtatiously.
You chuckled again, that implied many things and at the same time none for you.
âGo out first, y/n, then I'll go out. I'll transfer you for the dresses outside, I don't even have my phone hereâ he said, finally in his deep voice calmer, almost looking tender, in his thick accent.
You smiled and looked at him one last time, before finally leaving for the party. Leaving you wanting more, but also with nothing more than just sex in the city.
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A Taste of Darkness Itself
Alastor x fem!Reader x His Shadow
áŻáŚ Filthy one-shot of Alastorâs shadow railing reader.
áŻáŚ a/n: i have been rotting on this idea for like literal weeks and i finally had the willpower to write it. idk how it got to 3.5k but it did. ENJOY !
SUMMARY: You hate being away from Alastor, but at least the silver lining is that Alâs shadow is nice company while heâs away. Today, though, it was a little more needy than usual.
áŻáŚ CW: biting, licking, belly bulging, slight voyeurism, accidental exhibitionism, slight dub-con, no use of y/n, fem reader, size kink, monster fucking?, some aftercare, squirting, overstimulation, cumflation.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IN SIGHT. Thank you~
Waking up without Alastor is always a bummer; turning over to find a cold, empty spot where your lover should be have been isnât a great way to start the morning. Being understanding of how busy he is and that sometimes this Overlord duties take him away from the hotel and essentially from you doesnât take away from how much you dislike it. At least when he had trips to the other side of the pentagram he often left his shadow behind to look after you and keep you company.
The shadow you had affectionately named Shade often attempted to keep you entertained or went with you about your day. Shade has always been pretty docile with you, at least when you are in his care. Sometimes you wonder if itâs capable of its own feelings or if Shade is only nice to you because Alastor tells it to, or because being part of Alastor means he also loves you somehow. Youâve never discussed it with your lover but you like to think itâs the former simply because it makes it more special and cute.
Today, especially, you think about how that works because Shade had been especially clingy and⌠a little needy. In a way, as clingy as a being that canât talk or isnât really tangible can be but he keeps distracting you by making you pay attention to it; showing you little trinkets (donât have the slightest idea where it got them), turning on the nearest radio to play smooth jazz to dance to. It took your shadowâs hand to twirl you around and dip you down or wrap itself around your shadow.
âYouâre acting like me when Iâm being clingy with Alastor,â you giggle, petting the top of its transparent head. You get the sensation that it leans into your touch even when youâre not really touching it. Shade has its charm, the shadow is definitely sentient and thinks on its own outside of Alastorâs orders.
You start retracting your hand but Shade snatches it with a somewhat tight grip, something it doesnât really ever do. âWhatâs wrong?â your voice filled with a mix of concern and confusion. His expression is indiscernible with a wide grin still edged on its flat features and being that it canât speak you canât expect a response either. However, your confusion turns to absolute bewilderment when Shade intertwines your fingers together with it, actually seeing and feeling a cold touch wrapped around your hand.
It sent a shiver down your spine, it was like touching a corpse; cold and clammy. Slowly, Shade emerged from the wall. Itâs a little funny the way it looks like a sentient sticker pealing itself off a flat surface but as it left the wall of Alastorâs bedroom its form changed into something akin to materialized dark matter. Not quite slimy or gooey but also not entirely gaseous; just pure darkness in the silhouette of Alastor and just as tall.
Shade is still holding your hand and not letting you go, smile even wider, one that reaches the blank holes of his eyes. While it didnât feel menacing itâs off-putting seeing and being grabbed by a tangible shadow. Youâre looking up at it with wide eyes, blinking owlishly, âShadeâŚ?â your voice cracked. Again, you werenât scared but very shocked as it had never shown you this form before. Shade draws closer to you excitedly, enveloping your entire body in its chill embrace. âOh, oh youâre cold,â you laughed nervously, âSince when can youâ Oof,â youâre caught off by Shade lifting you up and taking you to Alastorâs bed in a blink of an eye. Even more confused and a little concerned now you attempt to free yourself from his grasp but it only tightens as Shade nuzzles its face against your cheek and neck.
âA-Alright buddy, haha. What are you doing there?â Shade is harmless, and thereâs no doubt in your mind it would hurt you. Not with Alastor being his master and you being the love of its masterâs life. Itâs an odd sensation having the manifestation of darkness pinning you down onto the bed with a bit of rough force. Even still, you canât help but be endeared by the affection the creature is giving you.
Itâs innocent enough until you feel ghostly lips pressed against your neck, trailing up to your jawline and then to your cheek and stopping at the corner of your mouth. Youâre frozen for a few moments, eyes wide, and you swear you hear a record scratch. âShadeâŚ?â you whisper again but it doesnât move. You hear it make a noise that sounds like a laugh or a chuckle. Itâs something between radio static and demonic growls. Before you have another moment to process, the shadow is stealing your lips again in a hungry kiss.
You surprise yourself by returning it but are unable to keep up as Shade robs you of all the air in your lungs rather quickly as the kiss deepens. Itâs heated and has you gasping for air soon. You have to fight to breathe between the savage kisses it seems to not get enough of. The darkness of its lower body starts wrapping around your thighs parting them to better accommodate itself between them.
Gasping you pull away from the desperate lips to finally fill your lungs with proper oxygen with big gasps. Icy fingers travel up your thighs digging its sharp claws and making you hiss. âShade!â you yelp its name when it decided to shove its entire hand up your skirt and past your panties to give experimental rubs at your pussy. You arched and squirmed under its touch as he watched your reactions with rapt enthusiasm and attention. Heat begins to creep up your face, red dusting your cheeks in embarrassment. But you canât help your hips bucking into its chill touch, âMore,â you moan.
Shade tilts its head to the side, the holes of his eyes still boring into your face. You nod at it, breathing heavily, and grinding your hips up again, âPlease, more,â you mewl again enjoying the contrast in temperature between your warm folds and the coldness of its slender fingers.
Shade presses further then, rubbing your folds up and down, your pussy is quickly becoming increasingly wet under its attention. The shadow lets you grind against its fingers, occasionally rubbing at your erect clit. Soft moans and heavy breaths spill from your lips as you let the sentient being have its way with you. His mouth returns to your skin to kiss and nip at it creating a path of blooming red marks across your collarbone and chest.
Once your juices are practically dripping down to the sheets, Shade decided to dip in two fingers. Itâs a tight fit that has your back arching and eyes rolling back but you welcome them spreading your legs even further inviting it in. He makes what you can only assume is a pleased low, reverberating growl. Your soaked cunt makes it much easier to slide them in despite the resistance, and oh how or where did this being of darkness and magic learn how to finger fuck so good?
Even with the frosty presence over your entire body, you feel the temperature rising around you, the room quickly growing hot and stuffy. You needed out of your clothes, except Shade still hadnât let go of your hands yet, it held them up with one of his as he devoured the rest of your body with love bites and kisses. âShadeâ Clothes, off. I needââ and just like that your clothes went up in smoke leaving you completely naked and more of your body exposed to the shadowâs hungry eyes. Its eye travels over your every curve, mapping its ups and downs, every groove. Finally, its hand releases your wrist in favor of touching your skin, especially your plush chest. It grabbed and squeezed at your tits feeling the size and weight of them. The contrast of the heat of your skin felt delightful against his cold one.
Shade pinched at your nipple, tugging it earning more moans and pleas. Youâre losing yourself bit by bit, succumbing to the pleasure not even thinking about the consequencesâwould there be consequences?â you couldnât bring yourself to care. âCâmere,â you whimper, a hand coming up to cup the side of his head and guiding him down to eye level with your chest. Shade didnât resist and went down willingly, âSuck,â keeping its eyes on your face he obeyed willingly taking the hardened bud in its mouth sucking and digging little sharp teeth into the soft flesh. Meanwhile, his other hand hadnât stopped, in fact, its fingers sped up in scissoring motions to coax your cunt open. Both your hands are on his head now holding on for dear life while you allow it to take you however it likes. And maybe you didnât have a choice, you arenât really calling the shots, but it didnât matter. Not when you can feel your first orgasm building in your core.
Shade is oddly good at pleasuring you, in the back of your head you still wonder how, a morbid part of you think itâs from it possibly watching the way Alastor touched you. Itâs then the fleeting thoughts of missing your boyfriend float momentarily in your lust-ridden mind. As your moans got more frequent and louder, your fingers digging harder into the shadow you felt yourself an inch away from coming. You cum with a scream and your orgasm wrecks through your entire body but Shade doesnât miss a beat. It doesnât stop, it doesnât pause. The shadow continues to assault your g-spot while he alternates between biting and sucking at your breasts, even planting its palm against your clit while it continues to finger you to add even more stimulation.
Your body is shaking uncontrollably and the only thing keeping you in place is its grasp over your body. âFuck me, please fuck me. I canât take it anymore, fuck. I need your cock inside me,â voice desperate, as if your livelihood and sanity depend on being stuffed. You didnât have to wait long for that request to be fulfilled either. The removal of his fingers from your wet pussy had you whining and clenching around nothing but almost as soon as they were gone they were replaced by something bigger pressing into you.
A tendril is teased along your folds with curiosity, as if copying movements and your suspicions that Shade is following Alastorâs actions in bed click subconsciously in your head. However, youâre too busy focusing on the tentacle between your legs now pressing its way inside you. Shade makes a noise and radio static spreads across the room, it makes a whiny sound along with your loud moan at the feeling of the thick length stretching you out. Your nails made their way to its back scratching at pitch darkness.
âShade, donâtââ you tried to warn it to be gentle but it was too late. The shadow followed the tight heat of your dripping pussy and sheathed itself in one thrust making you cry and scream out. Tears slide down your cheeks, your body trembling already, writhing and trying to pull away from the fat tendril penetrating you. But it wouldnât allow you, Shade only pinned you harder against the mattress with shadow tentacles and lifted your hips up to begin thrusting into you.
The shadow clearly had never done this before, given the sloppy way itâs thrusting into you with little rhythm but, itâs hard and itâs intense. The radio static buzzed across your skin rising goosebumps, Shadeâs own moans increased; they sounded deliciously demonic. It picked up the pace before you even had time to adjust, âS-Slow down, too much,â but it didnât listen. The restraints only got tighter, Shade didnât mean to but itâs losing itself to the immense pleasure your body is giving it. The shadow continued to lick and bite anywhere it could, adding claws to the mix; its hand began to roam across your curves committing them to memory and dragging sharp nails that nearly broke skin anywhere it touched.
You felt Shade all around you overwhelming your senses and caging you on the bed. Thereâs no escape, not that you wanted to really, the mischievous shadow has you screaming and moaning its name wantonly. Despite begging it to slow down the pace youâre still wrapping your legs around its shadowy torso brining him closer to you.
âKiss me, Shade. Kiss me again.â you plea between sobs of ecstasy. Its mouth leaves your tummy where it had been passionately sucking hickeys to comply with your request. Itâs hot and heavy with a long tongue prodding your mouth, moaning loudly you enthusiastically accept the ravenous kiss. Shadeâs hand in the meantime takes purchase on your hips for the purpose of guiding you up and down its cock and using your body as a life-size flesh-light. The shadow is still hammering into you and bullying your cervix with every rock of its hips, being mean about it by pulling all the way to the tip just to slam you back down for your ass to meet its hips.
Youâre unsure how many times youâve cum by now, itâs certainly been a couple times but youâve been completely unaware because your mind is on cloud nine and the difference between pain and pleasure has been blurred. Right then, a particularly hard thrust straight into your sensitive bundle of nerves makes your body go limp, mouth hung open in a silent scream, no sound coming out but your body convulses within the dark grasp of its massive hand. Your eyes had rolled back so far only the whites of your eyes were visible and you swear you died again right then. Shadeâs pace didnât falter, fucking you straight into overstimulation, fucking you dumb, drool dripped from your agape mouth.
Shade is becoming increasingly feral with his ministrations, youâre to the point where you canât hold a single thought for more than a second, not being helped by Shade maneuvering your body to turn you over so your chest is being pressed against the mattress and your ass is high up in the air. It doesnât miss a beat thrusting into your spent cunt to continue right where it left off. Its pace doesnât falter for a second no matter how arduous itâs been fucking into you and youâre not better than a rag-doll being used for the shadowâs pleasure. Your throat is raw and sore from all the screams, moans, and whines.
Youâre tired, possibly nearly unconscious, and completely drunk in pleasure. Pleas of mercy have turned to begs of more, donât stop, harder over and over like a desperate prayer. Even your cheeks are raw from the tears, every little caress makes them sting but you take it. Your hips are pushing back against its cock, off rhythm but the effort is there. Thereâs no matching the shadowâs inhuman pace even if your stamina could. Barely. Shade tangled a shadowy hand in your hair to press your head into the sheets, using its weight to cage you down.
You feel its long, icy tongue lick a path from the bottom of your spine all the way up the nape of your neck, tasting the coat of sweat over your body. It sends a full body shiver and for once you actually feel yourself cum. Sinking further into the mattress your hands cling onto the sheets tightly, âShade, no more, no more please!â you canât even recognize your own voice. Itâs hoarse, barely audible. The lewd, squelching sound bounced off the walls, and the sounds of your bodies rang loud in your ears making the blush of your face an even brighter red. Its thrust is brutal and unrelenting. Itâs beyond you how you can withstand being split open by such a beast without breaking. It seems to obey you for the first time since it started having its way with you body.
However, in the next moment, itâs pulling your hair to bring up against his chest. Leaning back against the headboard and laying your back against him with its cock still nuzzled deep inside you. You look down to assess the damage, your tired eyes go wide seeing all the bloody bites and scattered bruises, there are finger pricks around your hips and thighs where he gripped you. The thing that really draws your attention is the prominent bulge in your tummy and the sheer size of the stretch of your hole. Thereâs cum and juices dripping down to your and Shadeâs thighs too. You relax into the embrace, exhausted even if youâre still being made to cock-warm it, at least itâs no longer moving; youâre far too overstimulated and doubt you could handle any more.
The Shadow, though, had other plans. Shade appears to have infinite stamina already grabbing the underside of your thighs to lift you up and down his girthy length. You have neither the will nor the strength to combat it, only tightening around it and holding on to its forearms for dear stability. Shade used its tongue to lick away stray tears as one of its ghostly hands pressed on the bulge on your belly. It made you yelp, every inch dragging along your inside felt like your insides were on fire. Your eyes are fixed on where its cock disappeared inside you mesmerized by the way it parted your folds and your body accommodates it. âS-Shit youâreâ so fucking big.â your voice is small, pathetic, barely audible. But your hips are still moving, youâre still ready to cum for the umpteenth time today.
Head swims with lust, youâre reaching highs of rapture you never thought possible; Shade has pushed you to your absolute limits miraculously without breaking you. It growls again, louder this time, and its hold on you clamps down like a vice. It makes you wince in pain before you feel a hot liquid spill and cover your insides. It came, finally, triggering your own orgasm with a shrill scream. You squirt involuntarily just from the overstimulation alone. The sheets soak and make a huge mess from the spray of juices, making a mess on your own legs, and Shadeâs as well. This time it actually stops thrusting now that it has reached its release but doesnât pull out, you lay there completely limb in his arms. It goes back to nuzzling your face sweetly, making a purring sound, and caressing your stomach softly. You could barely keep your eyes open at this point from sheer exhaustion.
Hearing a familiar voice yanks you out of your blissful trance, âI see you have been quite busy today, my dear.â A silky smooth voice resonates across the room making your head whip around to find the source. Alastor steps out of the shadows with a wide, wicked smile. You try to find your words but itâs futile. Youâre too far gone and thereâs no way youâre able to speak now. However, Alastor doesnât press further, nor does he comment on the cuddling. He knew already, of course. For now, heâd let you rest and have a stern talk with his shadow later. âWhy donât we get you cleaned up, hmm?â he offered with a soft voice and a gentle hand. Shade lifted you into his arms and disappeared back into the shadows suddenly leaving you feeling empty and copious amounts of cum spilled from your pussy, making you wince and grimace. Alastor stayed silent as he carried you to the bath, running warm water before easing you in.
âI missed you today.â were the first words you managed to croak out. Your throat is still fucked, it likely would be for some time. Alastor is careful cleaning your body and rolling up his sleeves to be able to wash your hair. Youâre not quite meeting his gaze, which he found amusing.
âDid you now? You seemed a little preoccupied when I came backâ In fact you didnât even notice when I had arrived.â the lilt in his voice is teasing, you can hear a chuckle.
You groan softly, âYou watched?â you ask with embarrassment written all over your face. He silently continues to massage the shampoo into your hair without answering the question. You didnât know what made it worse; the silent confirmation or if he had admitted to watching you get absolutely wrecked by his shadow.
âDonât worry, darling. Iâll have my turn with you and you can have the real thing. See how you manage then.â
Your thighs clenched at his statement. Your whole body ached painfully, thereâs no way youâll be partaking in any strenuous activities for at least a week; thereâs no way youâre walking for a couple days either. Alastor chuckled at how easily he could rile you up even after getting absolutely destroyed by a demonic entity.
âJust so you know, me and that shadow are connected,â he brought the shower head to rinse the shampoo off, âItâs a part of me, its thoughts are my thoughts, what it feels I feel.â It almost seems like an offhanded piece of information but this makes you realize something. Shame, embarrassment, and horror make your body stiffen.
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in which the only person who can comfort you after your breakup with spencer reid, is spencer reid
inspired by the song "summer's end" by the artist currently known as phoebe bridgers
wc 2857
warnings: gn!reader (correct me if im wrong), minor mommy issues, angst, happy ending
a/n: thank you to the person who requested this:) u r an angel and I listened to this song the whole time i wrote (if you haven't heard, listen!!) i sincerely hope you enjoy, i like this one a lot<3
She hung up on you.Â
Forty-seven minutes of being insulted and berated after youâd called her looking for comfort, and you put up with every single cruel wordâjust for your mother to hang up on you. And itâs exactly the kind of thing sheâd do, so you shouldnât be surprised. An ache, youâd expectâbut it shouldnât sting like this. You thought you knew better.Â
Now youâre in a ball on your couch, clutching your phone to your chest and crying. Thereâs no point hiding it. Your roommate is out with her girlfriend for the eveningâwhich is too bad because even though you feel like being alone, youâre sure thatâs the wrong call. Your other friends are out having fun tonight, too. Theyâd even invited you, but you turned them down. Look where that had gotten you. Obviously, your mother is not the person youâre about to run to for comfort, either.Â
You try to pretend, while youâre thinking of all these people who have ever cared for you, that Spencer Reid isnât on your mind at all. You try to pretend like you donât care that the person who loved you until you believed you actually deserved it is a contact going stale deep in the bowels of your text cache. With bleary eyes you scroll down, looking for your conversation where it gathers dustâthe end of your relationship was a mutual decision, and youâre friendly, but you havenât texted in a few weeks. Probably because every time the conversation starts to feel a little too easy, or the phone call lasts a little too long, that aching void in your chest gets worse and worse. Like pain in a phantom limb, you become acutely aware of what you do not have and how much it hurts. Â
So blame it on the tears, or the mind-muddling melodrama of your relationship with your mother, blame it on anything but the truthâwhen your thumb drops on that call button like the plunger on a syringe, you donât regret it. Â
What youâre not expecting is for him to answer after the first ring.Â
âHi,â you say with a snuffle before Spencer can get a word in. Thereâs a brief interlude, in which you pick at your nails, comfortable to just sit in silence if thatâs what he wants. As long as heâs there.Â
âHi.â Hearing his voice instantly melts a bit of the weight you hadnât realized you were carrying. Another pause, for which you remain silent, because you can feel him formulating a questionâand youâd like to hear him speak again. â...am I allowed to ask if youâre okay?âÂ
Your lips purse and twist to the side, pained and comforted by how easily he can tell that youâre distraught. One word across a tinny connection, and he knows.Â
âNo. Yes. I mean... I guess thatâs why I called you. But you donât have to ask me about it.â You sniff again and take a deep breath. âHow was your day? What state are you in?âÂ
âIâm in the district,â he answers after a moment, easing into a casualness that he likely doesnât feel for your sake. Wind crunches through the speaker. He probably just got out of work. âMy day was... it was good. I got to talk about my job to a bunch of elementary schoolers, which is always a confidence boost.âÂ
You chuckle, still laying on your side on the couch and watching storm clouds gathering outside.Â
âNice, nice. What else?âÂ
âLetâs see... I forgot lunch, so I had three oranges, and they were actually pretty good. I reread Game of ThronesâI donât know why I did that. Iâm never going to like that book.âÂ
âMasochist,â you smile. He laughs, and you hear the sound of a car door opening.Â
âOh! I talked to my mom. Believe it or not, she says hi.âÂ
A completely inadvertent snort constitutes your response. Itâs not what you meant to do, and out of context itâs sort of mean, but you actually think itâs incredibly endearing that he still talks to his mother about you. He scrambles to explain himself.Â
âI swear, we barely talked about you this time. Mostly we talked about her new boyfriend Leonard.âÂ
âNo, no, thatâs not... Iâm sorry, Iâm not laughing at you or your mom. Thatâs really sweet, actually. Tell her I say hi too.âÂ
When he next speaks, you can hear the smile in his voice.Â
âI will.â Another long pause. You imagine him sitting in the parking lot at Quantico, keys vertical in the ignition of his old car and feeling the silence just as much as you are. He surprises you by not ending the conversationâinstead he asks a question. It is concern, poorly disguised with nervous humor. Or maybe you just know him too well. âDo I get to find out whatâs on your mind, or are you leaving me in suspense here?â Â
You bite the inside of your cheek.Â
âUm... well, actually, I just got off the phone with my mom, too. It didnât go so well,â you laugh halfheartedly, âI know it was dumb to try and have an actual conversation with her, but... you know me. Always following blind optimism to the depths of hell.âÂ
âWhyâd you call your mom?â he asks, so gently it brings a fresh round of tears to your eyes. Still, you attempt to put a cheerful affect on your strained voice.Â
âMm, you know. Just needed someone to talk to.âÂ
Spencerâs knowing sigh does little to make you feel better.Â
âYou know you can always talk to me, right? I know itâs... itâs different now, but... I care about you a lot. And, you know, I receive very few phone calls, so the line is pretty much always open.âÂ
Your laugh quickly devolves into a cry.Â
âI appreciate that, but I canât talk to you about everything.âÂ
âWhy not?â he pleads immediately, voice thin and desperate like itâs his most burning question. A million lies dance over the tip of your tongue. A million things that feel safer to say than the truth. But in the end, it comes out anywayâchoked, and so quiet, but aloud nonetheless.Â
âBecause Iâm trying really hard to stop missing you so much.âÂ
Another long beat of silence. The back of your throat feels dry and hollowâa cage for your hummingbird heart.Â
âIf it hurts too much to talk to me, you donât need to do that to yourself. But I also donât want you to hurt yourself thinking youâre alone. You are... so important to me. I will always try to take care of you the best I canâwhether that means staying away or being at your front door. If you ever need me, or even... vaguely want me, I will be there.âÂ
Each word caves your resolve. Each syllable is a slap in the face to progress youâd been pretending to make. You can be strongâyou've proven that over the past ten weeks. You can be stone-faced and slash at your heart until the scar tissue is thick and jagged, and eventually it wonât hurt anymore. But maybe, by letting someone tend to the wounds, theyâll heal a little nicer. A little kinder. Even if you canât undo the damage, maybe one day youâll be soft again.Â
âWhat if I vaguely want you right now?â you sniffle.Â
Finally, you hear the silver jingle of keys turning. The sputter and rumble of an old engine coming to life.Â
âThen Iâm on my way.âÂ
Twenty four minutes later, thereâs a soft knock at your door. Â
After the call had ended, youâd wondered if you made it all up. Surely your ex-boyfriend wasnât actually about to show up at your apartment. Someone youâve grieved for canât just come backâthere are countless horror novels and movies based upon that very tenet. Does it matter if they ever actually died? How long is ten weeks, really? It feels like a lifetime.Â
You shuffle across the room, wiping under your eyes with your already damp sleeves, and undoing all the locks Spencer had conditioned you to start using. When the door cracks open, and you see Spencer standing there, windswept and concerned, for the first time in months, it hits you like a tidal wave. You are, beyond a shadow of a doubt, still just as in love with him as you ever were. The relief that floods your veins as he looks down at you with so much care in his eyes is like sinking into warm water. Itâs a dead giveaway, and maybe it makes this whole thing a terrible idea, but you canât seem to care very much. You open the door wider, and he enters, and he stands in your kitchen with his hands in his coat pocket as you shut the door and heâs perfect. It dawns on you that for the first time since the breakup, you feel safe. Like you donât have to be a stone pillar anymore. This, of course, translates into even more tears, which you try to hide as you face away, re-locking the door. Â
âSweetheart...â he sighs, because you canât hide anything from him. Hearing the resonance of his voice so close to you once more is overwhelming. In an instant youâre rushing into his arms, and he accepts you without hesitation. You bury your teary face in the vetiver safety of his button-up and slip your arms under his coat, as if you could absorb his warmth and forever hide from the world that way. He pulls you even closer. Itâs terrible and cruel how much he is exactly what you needed. âWhatâs wrong? What did she say?âÂ
You shake your head and gasp a small sob.Â
Truthfully, youâre not really crying about the petty insults from your mother anymore. Youâre back to square one, the reason youâd called your mother to begin withâyou miss the man whose arms are currently wound around your shoulders.Â
His hand smooths over the back of your hair.Â
âOkay. Thatâs okay. We donât have to talk about it.âÂ
You stay like thatâcontent even as you cry because being with him feels so much safer than being alone. It feels rightâor perhaps itâs just familiar. You donât know which is worse. Â
Spencer is rubbing soothing lines up and down your back as you cling to him, soaking him up in all his ephemeral, comforting glory. He surprises you by chucklingâit vibrates through his chest, buzzing against your ear.Â
âNice Magritte print. I bet the person who bought that has fantastic taste.âÂ
âAre you gonna ask for it back?â you mumble into the fabric of his suit jacket. He is, of course, referring to the painting youâd more or less stolen from his apartment seven months ago. You really donât want him to take it home. Itâs the most overt Spencer memorabilia youâd allowed yourself to keep in plain sight.Â
âNo, baby. You can keep it.â The words are low, and kind, and they settle you some, but you canât seem to get him close enough. âWhat can I do?â he whispers after a moment, helpless as you take a shuddering breath. âCan I make you tea? Have you eaten?âÂ
âWill you just... stay for a little bit? IâllâI promise Iâll stop crying.âÂ
There is an unexpected lull where you thought youâd receive pretty immediate agreement, but before you can pull back and ask whatâs wrong, he murmurs, âyeah. I can stay for a while. But you have to kick me out before it gets too late.âÂ
You wonder if youâre imagining the double-entendre that seems to underline his words in bold red ink. Spencer is too smart to have not noticed a thing like that. You donât mention itâit all boils down to the same unspoken idea.Â
Donât let me stay, because I might not leave.Â
âI will,â you sniff, finally stepping back and wiping your own tears. It hurts to lose his touch, but at least you know heâs not going anywhere for the next few hours. This, as opposed to everything else lately, can be a beginning instead of an end. Â
At least, until he goes home.Â
Three and a half hours later, after tea, an impromptu dinner comprised mostly of cheese and crackers, and several vinyl changes on your record player (which served only as background noise for your long, ambling conversations), things are seeming to wind down to a natural stopping point. Which you hate. The whole time youâd had a dull ache in your chest because talking to him was easier than breathing and you knew it wouldnât last. There had been one or two false bottoms alreadyâthe first when youâd yawned around nine, and the second when youâd gotten up to do your skincare and brush your teeth half an hour later. Even then heâd just leaned against the doorframe, watching your reflection above the sink as you talked for fifteen more minutes. Now you stand across from each other in the kitchen, plates restacked and everything in order. Of course heâd insisted on helping you clean up.Â
âI should go,â he says, with a soft sort of finality in his voice. Â
âIs your carriage turning into a pumpkin?â you tease gently, to hide how much you donât want him to leave. He smilesâa small, weary thingâbut genuinely and endlessly charmed by you.Â
âThat among other things.âÂ
âWould youâwould you walk me to my room first?âÂ
The hesitance is clear in his eyes and the way his lips part as if to say, âI donât think thatâs a good ideaâ, but you're sure heâs really going to leave in a moment and youâre also sure he wonât deny you this one small thing before he does.Â
âOkay.âÂ
Itâs a short, silent walk through the living room and down the hall to your bedroom door, but you can feel him trailing behind you the whole way. You stop in front of your open door, turning face to face with him. Â
âThanks,â you murmur. Â
His lips pull into a melancholy smile.Â
âAnytime.âÂ
Thereâs nothing left to do but wrap your arms around each other once more, tuck yourself into the you-sized space between his head and shoulder and hold on for as long as heâll let you. The hug lingers for longer than is wise. Spencer adjusts his arms looped around your waist, pulling you closer, and you nuzzle against his neck, grateful that at least he seems as reluctant to let this end as you are. Â
But eventually, it relaxes. Your hold on each other loosens. His face is just inches from yours, and you get to study every plane and valley and line like youâd thought you never would again. It seems heâs doing the sameâlosing himself in the luxury of seeing you up close.Â
âWill you kiss me goodnight?â you whisper, unable to muster any self-consciousness though you know itâs a foolâs errand. Spencer strokes your waist.Â
âI canât do that, honey.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
His voice is just as quiet as yours. It falters slightly as he speaks, so gently, so patiently.Â
âBecause weâre not together anymore.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
Your feeble, desperate supplication sounds pitiable even to you. Youâre not proud, but you canât find it in yourself to be ashamed, either. All you want is an answer. But itâs like a child asking why the sky is blue, or the earth is round. There is a definitive explanation, but mostly, the adult will shrug, and say, thatâs just how it is.Â
Spencerâs eyes squeeze shut. His head tilts down.Â
âWe canât do this again, sweetheart. You know why weâre not together.âÂ
In theoryâyes. Youâd had so many conversations when youâd broken up. It had been a long, painful process, spanning multiple all-nighters at his kitchen table, nursing coffee and trying to convince each other and yourselves that it was the right choice. But it just feels like a horrible, horrible mistake. You feel desperate to explain this to him before he slips away againâthe words come out flustered, inelegant as you cling to him.
âBut I donât think Iâm getting better without you. I tried, I tried so hard to be good on my own, but everything is worse and harder andâand we werenât sure about it then, and I donât think it was the right choice, because I still really need you. Like, all the time. Iâmâitâs not getting better without you. Nothing got better.âÂ
He swallows, eyes darting between yours for an infinite second. Youâre breathless and your heart is pounding after your confessionâyou can feel your eyes stinging with the few tears that managed to escape as you spoke.Â
âEverything is worse,â he agrees shakily. âEverything. IâmâIâm getting disciplinary infractions from Hotch like Iâm a child because I canât focus on anything. Game of Thrones is the most complex literature I can comprehend right now. I had to use a calculator the other day.âÂ
You want to laugh, but nothing is funny until heâs yours again.Â
âThen come back. Please come back, Spencer.âÂ
Finally, he leans closer, until your heads are pressed together, and his nose bumps yours, feather light. You're dizzy. You exhale. He inhales.Â
âI donât think I knew how to leave in the first place.âÂ
When he kisses you, it feels like home.Â
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how about a male kitsune x fem reader. Maybe they are childhood friends and he loves to tease her a lot and acts really cocky all the time but scares away any potencial rival. Unknown to them both their parents who are good family friends ,have been trying to set them up together partly due to the fact of some very old promise their ansestors made or something but wonât force it and see it as if it happens it happens. But male kitsune has a secret, his true form and accidentally shows the reader this while confessing but she reassures she doesnât care how he looks (if anything she finds him quite handsome like this) and she likes him too. His secret form I guess could go two ways Iâm not sure which sounds better 1: she never knew he was a kitsune, and them being childhood friends was really just her playing around with a baby fox that she thought belonged to his family. Or 2: she knew he was a kitsune all along but he has a 3rd form he never showed her this one looking more like a bipedal humanoid fox a form of which not even his family has thus being self conscious of. Thank you so much your writing is really cool!
A/N: Hi! This request was very fun to write, hope any of you mind that I mixed both, made sense in my head. Also, as a great mind said âdaddy is a state of mindâ, I imagine this story as them being very close in age, like max three years apart. Enjoy!
The nine tails
Kitsune x fem!reader || daddy kink, arranged marriage, mates,
When you thought back to your childhood, you always had blurry memories of an animal. A fox. A white fox that followed you around and played with you when you went out into the garden. Your parents thought you were talking about a plushie or something, but you knew better, there was an actual fox that approached you as soon as you stepped outside. But when you were about twelve, he disappeared.
It hurt you so bad and so profound that you cried for days. You cried and cried and your parents didnât know what was wrong. Your neighbor came around, a nice lady that youâve known all your life, the mother of your crush⌠She said it was a pain of heart, and also disappeared. It was ominous and weird, and it woke you off a stupor that you didnât know you were into.
You woke up and kept living. Even when your friend, your crush, left, you kept going.
And kept going.
When past your twenties, your parents announced that you were to marry an unknown person, or not so unknown. When you walk to the altar and see your long forgotten childhood friend⌠you are lost of words. You are so confused you dissociate through all ceremony. Before you realize you were married and living with a man you thought forgot about you.
You are calling him husband and heâs calling you wife, and your life is boring. You came back to your house one day, a bit earlier than anticipated because you signed a big contract and you want to go out for dinner with your husband, even if you barely talk. But what awaits for you there is not what you expected.
Thereâs a white fox in your living room. A white fox that turns into a human, a very naked human in the form of your husband. You gape at him, speechless.
You turn around to leave when he stops you. âWait! Hear me out, IâŚâ
But then it clicks. âYou are the fox,â you deadpan.
âWhat?â Heâs as surprised as you.
âThe fox from my memories. Itâs you.â Everything starts making sense, why they left, what his mother said when you were a kid.
âI- I thought you didnât remember that,â he whispers, more to himself than to you.
âOf course I do, it broke my heart when you disappeared. I was so sad my parents bought me a puppy.â He doesnât answer, staring at you like you grew a new head. You look into his sad eyes and canât hold back anymore: âWhy did you leave me?â Your question is filled with sadness and disappointment, the wound that you thought forgotten is once again open and bleeding. You thought you could get over the fox leaving, probably something to do with nature, but knowing it was him⌠That it was him who abandoned youâŚ
âIâm sorry. I- They told me I had to. I couldnât keep visiting you because I could throw everything into the wind if my fox got too attracted to you. So I pulled away, but it pained me, it pained me so much I could barely transform for so long after I stopped seeing you. And then we moved away and I⌠I couldnât stop thinking about you.â His voice is broken as he explains, his words rushed as if heâs trying to convince you as much as he tries to convince himself.
And you get a new realization at that. âThatâs why you came back? Thatâs why you married me? Not because they signed some papers when we were not even born?â You ask for confirmation.
âOf course not! I love you. Always have. Always will,â he tells you, eyes filled with tears and emotions showing in every twitch of his body. You stare at him, so moved by his words that you just stare. You stare for so long that he starts to squirm and moves to walk away, accepting your silence as a rejection.
But this time is you who stop him: âThen make love to me until I canât walk anymore. Breed me until I canât think of anything else. Fuck me until the sad memories disappear and I can only think of you inside of me,â you pronounce the filthy words as if your life depends on it. As if his body and his soul are what you crave more than air.
He chuckles, swallowing back his tears as he tells you: âYou canât say that and look at me directly, or this would end sooner than expected.â You look down at the same time as he does, seeing his dick twitching and growing hard in front of your eyes.
âDoes me saying dirty things arouse you, daddy?â His groan is so loud and desperate that you have to bite back your own moan.
You throw your clothes off your body like a soul followed by death and stare at him, naked in all your glory, as his eyes flash in different colors and his ears morph into fox-like ones. And then you see his half form, his tails behind him, all nine of them swinging as he approaches you slowly, making you grin at him until you are chest to chest. He grabs you by the waist, holding you thigh as he lowers his head and kisses you in the most dominating way ever. Your knees give out under you, but he grabs your ass and pushes you up, inviting you to wrap them around his middle.
He gropes your ass as he grinds his dick up to your wet center. You keep whispering âdaddy daddy daddyâ as he rocks your body against his. Heâs as desperate as you are, your kisses consuming, trying to get your love across his lips. Trying to show him all the longing and pain that he caused you, as he tries to kiss it away. Itâs intoxicating and deep, so emotional and intense that you are breathless.
When he finally pushes his dick inside your dripping cunt, you shiver with the force of the sensation. He pushes your body against the wall, plastering himself against your front as he leaves your mouth to kiss your neck, leaving marks as he goes.
He fucks you against the wall, desperate, uncoordinated⌠and perfect. âYes. Yes. Yes,â you chant over and over, his dick hitting that special place inside of your pussy that makes you see stars.
You start to shake in his arms. âAre you going to come for daddy? Are you going to make a mess out of your pretty pussy for me?â You nod eagerly, biting his neck and making him cry out as the first shoot of cum hit you deep inside, hot as lava.
You groan as your own orgasm rocks your body, convulsing against his arms as his tails caress your legs like the softest touch. It drives you to a new level, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream as he fucks you through your aftershocks. He breathes hard against your neck, biting softly with his long fangs.
âYou are so good, such a good girl for daddy,â he keeps whispering soft things against your ear as you come down, breathing hard and blushing harder than ever. He kisses your sweaty forehead as he walks you to the bathroom, not letting you go as he runs you a bath.
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Hii could I maybe request the lads boys and sugar daddies đ¤đ¤
It's okay if you don't tho I understand it's not something everyone is comfortable with :)
im understanding this as lads AS sugar daddies but also im like. thinking about it and these are gonna be kinda short bc i just dont see anybody really being a sugar daddy so these are. very general. fun fact - xaviers is based off a fic premise i never wrote
Zayne definitely has the capital to be a sugar daddy and he's heard amongst the other doctors that there are some others who have arrangements. He judges them at first, thinking that it's not something he'd really think he's comfortable dealing with. He learns that things don't have to be purely sexual a night or two of him feeling extraordinarily lonely he decides maybe he could just see if he could find someone to spend time with.
Against his better judgement he meets you, someone who invigorates him mentally and enjoys spending his time with you. Your allowance is incredibly generous and you were expecting him to escalate with each nice dinner he takes you to but he's never made a move on you. He's a perfect gentleman and he makes sure you understand that all he wants from you is your time, however much it costs.
The only way Xavier could end up in this situation is by pure accident. He downloads an app, thinking it was just a way to make friends online. He assumes that payments are for some sort of membership, swiping around until he finds your profile and decides to start chatting with you.
The two of you have a lot in common and when you two meet up for the first time you're glad that he looks a lot younger than you anticipated with the blurry profile photo and slightly outdated shorthand in texting. He sort of slips into the role in a similar manner, paying for your dinners and buying you things that remind him of you.
You don't really think he knows what he's become, especially since you don't receive a traditional allowance of money. You don't mind at all thankfully, fully accepting all of his gifts and meals in exchange for his companionship. Honestly, you don't look at him as a sugar daddy because of how casual everything is, cherishing his friendship as you get to know him.
Rafayel totally does it as a whim. He decides to download an app for fun, not really into dating period. He doesn't like the way that people fawn over him, or try to pretend that they don't care he's rich despite insisting meeting at fancy restaurants and looking at him expectantly to foot the bill.
You agree to a date with Rafayel because not only is he famous, he's stupid pretty. You decide that spending time with him would definitely not be an awful thing to do. Your first date is formal and you try to wow him with knowledge of his paintings. He doesn't seem very interested but the two of you seem to get along, thankfully.
Over time the two of you become more friendly, Rafayel letting his walls down more as the two of you become more honest with each other. He's very kind with his money and you're paid very generously. He finally has a sort of friend outside of Thomas and genuinely likes bugging you, you not minding the extra attention he gives you in addition to the money you're paid.
Sylus is constantly fighting off people trying to flirt with him to enter some sort of arrangement. He exudes both wealth and power so of course people are going to be obsessed with him. He usually brushes them all off, not caring, honestly.
He happens to come across you during an evening of drinking. You're trying to flirt with him, not knowing anything about him other than you think he's a very attractive man. He knows that you don't know him with how forward you are, touching and batting your lashes at him flirtatiously.
He ends up deciding to buy you some drinks and the two of you talk well into the night. He gives you his number to talk to him again, telling you that he'd make sure it was worth your time. When you get home that night you find a package addressed to you. A beautiful set of clothes and jewels that fit you perfectly along with an invitation for an event in the week.
This becomes standard for the two of you and you love it. Being on his arm prevents Sylus from getting accosted from people that are desperate for his attention and you're constantly spoiled by his money. You both benefit, growing closer with each other over time.
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"Slippery When Wet."
Taking a quick jump back to the 'Shit He Said' series because I haven't given it nearly enough time.
I think I'd almost forgotten how it feels to be with someone who lets you feel like you're their entire focus. God, it's nice.
It's nice to spend time with someone who makes you feel so thrilled to be yourself. It's nice to want someone so intensely you can't wait to touch them again. Yeah, it's been nice đľâđŤ
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Unprotected sex, cream pie, oral sex (f receiving), thigh fucking, alcohol mention
Summary: You and Bucky spend some time relaxing together
Minors, do not interact
"These reusable plastic cups might have to do." You're standing on your tiptoes, reaching into the cupboard in the Airbnb kitchen, searching for the one thing you hadn't thought to bring with you.
"Those would be perfect." You hear in response from the bedroom just down the hall. "The rules said 'No glass in the hot tub'."
A sensible rule and one you're more than content to abide by.
One rule of few.
"You can open the champagne bottle. I don't need to go home with a horrible injury." You tease, lifting two of the plastic cups and making your way outside. Sandals of some description would have been smart but it's only a few steps out to the tub.
The cover has already been removed, the water is still and it's hard not to pause for a second and admire the view. Rolling green hills, a lake in the distance, flowers all around the patio and the sun beginning to set, bringing a very slight chill to the evening air.
There couldn't be a more perfect evening to climb into a hot tub and enjoy the scenery.
So that's exactly what you do.
The water is warm as you sink down in, settling yourself into one of the grooves. The level comes to just above your shoulders, lapping against the bottom of your chin as you adjust and get comfortable, looking over the edge at your surroundings.
"We'd need be careful getting out. The steps are slippery when wet." Bucky doesn't take long to join you, reading from the sign on the fencing that was strategically placed to give you some privacy.
Who knew he's so into rules.
Settling beside him feels natural. It's familiar and comfortable and reassuring in a way you didn't know you needed.
He couldn't possibly know how you've craved him since you saw him last. You'll do everything you can to make him feel it though.
He pours champagne into the two little plastic cups, handing one to you before looking for the button that starts the bubbles.
You clink the cups together, taking a sip from your respective glasses while the jets burst to life around you both.
"It's such a mild evening." You hum, cuddling in against his side, enjoying the chaste kiss he leaves on the top of your head.
"It is." He agrees, tilting your chin up so your lips meet his.
They're warm and soft and plump and taste faintly of champagne and there's nothing else you'd rather do in that moment than kiss this man more.
You break away quickly though, choosing instead to spend the time catching up. You talk about work and how things have changed since you last met up. You talk about your plans, your hopes and your fears. He gives you perspectives you hadn't considered and advice you fully intend to take, all while curled up in the bubbling tub.
The champagne slowly disappears. The glasses are filled up again and then that disappears too. You laugh together. You tease each other. You enjoy the company of someone you'd like to see a whole lot more of but understandably can't.
He gives you a reasoned perspective on the things that bother you. Somehow, you don't feel silly telling him about the little things that upset you recently or the worries you have. He's understanding and considerate and so damn fun to be around.
You pepper kisses across his broad shoulders, absentmindedly play with the little short curls of hair on his chest and he lets you feel so entirely worshipped.
He holds you in a way that makes you feel entirely wanted; like all of you is exactly the way it's meant to be and there's nothing he'd dream of changing. It's so incredibly attractive to feel so wholly appreciated. You want him in the very same way and every touch reminds you of that.
All too soon, the sun sets over the hills. The bottle is empty and the water starts to get to a temperature that's just a little cooler than comfortable.
You could sit here with him forever and never run out of things to talk about. That said, your fingertips are beyond wrinkled by the water and it's probably time to call it a night.
Somewhere in those last 30 or so minutes, you realised you need him again. The moment you'd arrived here earlier, the curtains had been pulled and you'd taken the opportunity to relieve some stress before dinner but it's not enough.
"Can I show you what else is slippery when wet?" You tease, pressing your lips to his with an urgency that surprises you.
He seems entirely into that idea, pulling your body impossibly close, his hand gliding up the inside of your thigh to rub against the thin material of your bikini.
Squirming in his lap is becoming a bit of a theme.
Before you get too far, you carefully step out of the hot tub and scamper inside, letting him close up the tub while you rinse off the pool water in the shower very quickly.
The anticipation gets to you, much like it always does. It only ever adds to the fun.
By the time he's also rinsed and dried off, you're perched on the edge of the bed, enjoying the feeling of your own fingertip trailing lazily over your clit. Your legs are spread wide, giving him full view of your glistening, soaked sex.
"I've been dreaming of this." He mumbles, kneeling at the edge of the bed and replacing your fingertip with his tongue.
Fuck, he's so good at that. His tongue flicks and thrashes, his neck working overtime to deliver you a sensation that not comparable to anything else you've ever experienced. He groans as he licks your body, enjoying the taste of your arousal and the slick wetness coating his chin to his nose.
You could let him do that forever and never grow tired of it. Your fingers have woven through his hair at some point and your thighs have clamped tight around his ears.
While you don't want to, his neck will thank you for suggesting a change.
You tug him up, eager to taste your own arousal on his lips and tongue and he doesn't disappoint. His tongue glides against yours, his wet chin rubbing against you and the intensity leaves you totally breathless.
You're almost frantic in how you need him now. "Please. I want you." You practically whine, grasping his firming length and giving him a few slow strokes until he's totally ready.
"Your hand always feels better than my own." He half laughs, half gasps, grinding his hips in time with the movements of your hand.
It's needy and desperate from both of you, much like it was earlier with the tip of his dick nudging your clit perfectly while he fucked your thighs.
His length slides against your eager core, massaging your arousal against his dick. It feels almost luxurious to be able to take your time with him. There's no rush, other than that dictated by your own need.
Before long, he's sinking into your body with a low groan, enjoying the way he feels your heat engulfing his shaft.
"You're so fucking wet." He moans, bottoming out and kissing your shoulders.
You know you are and it's borderline embarrassing how quickly he was able to get you like that.
"Such a pretty angel." He pulls back, giving himself a chance to sink into you again and it steals the breath from both of you. "You feel like Heaven. You're so hot around my cock."
He's bound to still be sensitive from the round earlier that day but it doesn't stop him.
"God, you're going to earn every drop of cum I give you. I'm going to pump you so full." He's so delightfully filthy and you love hearing him talk to you like that.
Your hand weaves its way between your bodies, finding your throbbing, neglected clit and rubbing it in rough circles.
"You want to cum inside me this time?" You love how you never really know what to expect with him. He he pulled out earlier in the day, choosing to glaze your chest and tummy with an impressive load instead.
"I'd cum inside you every time if you didn't look so pretty covered in it." His thrusts are faster now, meeting the rhythm your fingers have dictated you need.
"I want you to cum inside me this time. Fill me until I'm dripping." The image in your head as you're saying it is enough to make you quiver. You're chasing your high far faster than you thought you'd be but you're sure he's not far behind you. The notion of his cum filling you is a love that you both share.
"Want to taste it inside you when I'm done. Let it leak out of you and then press it back in with my tongue."
That's all it takes. One filthy little fantasy and you're trembling, cumming so hard you see stars. You work yourself through your high, riding it out on his cock and you're vaguely aware that you've milked his release from him too. You feel him spilling inside you, blowing another huge load into your eager body with a low moan and a few curses.
When you're both spent, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you close to him for a cuddle.
"Give me a few seconds. Then I'll get to work." He hums, breathlessly.
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The second night with your future spouse /partner. Choose a cookie cutter!
Pile 1
For some of you, it's a long distance relationship in that time, and you will meet again after a while. You probably talked a lot, even if it's not a long distance, lots of messages, good morning, good night. Some traveling can be involved, but also it's an event, so you go to a party, a wedding, to the theather, a concert together. Maybe your friends will be there too, so it's not a privat date, but after you will stay in a hotel, even if this event is close to your home. Now, the evening can be a little chaotic, things don't really go as planned, also there will be either rain or snow. But the night together will be good. I feel the event will end late or you arrive later to the hotel as you planned, maybe you are a little tired. But I don't think you planned very kinky stuff anyway. It's very sensual. A little bit romantic, gentle, caring. But with the right amount of roughness. You love each other's body. It's still be a good memory, a good night. You will probably being naked as long as you are in the hotel. Cuddling naked after, sleeping like that, while it's snowing or raining outside. In the end of the day, you will be both happy and very satisfied.
Pile 2
This pile is probably more kinkier, but I think you didn't planned to do anything hardcore yet. Maybe you talked about your desires a little bit, but not so detailed. It feels sudden a little bit, very passionate. It's like ripping off the clothes of each other, intense kissing, you can't stop touching each other. Like a jealous sex scene, but it's not because jealousy, it's lust, passion, very strong sexual chemistry. You want each other very badly. Dirty talking, the hot type. But it's your future spouse or long time partner, so they don't want to hurt you or be very rough, don't want you to think they want only your body. So they try to back up a little bit, hold back, but fails to do it. Except oral, I think that will be a little more gentle, teasing, working on you, to pleasure you selflessly. And the aftercare will be very caring, sweet. Like 2 different person. Fortunately neither of you will think that it was too much, you both enjoyed it very much, probably you fantasized about this a lot too. And anyway, the sexual attraction is so strong here, you really couldn't take it any longer.
Pile 3
You are definitely officially a couple when this is happening. For some of you, it's after wedding, but can be just that you said that you are together. It feels like you already talked about your plans, and you really imagine your future together. You can be emotionally mature, both of you, and you know what you want. Maybe this doesn't sounds very romantic, but you are cute together, you are definitely a very good match. In bed too. This feels like either your place or theirs, or you already live together. It's an ordinary day. For others, but not for you. Maybe you are just watching a movie, laughing together, eating a nice dinner, but it will escalate quickly. It's so nice, like 2 lovebirds, a lot of touching, you adore each other. But also the sex itself is very passionate. It's love here, chemistry, attraction, passion, the right mix of everything. Intense orgasm. Definitely cuddling after, but probably before too, while watching a movie. Life is good, you are so happy, and hopeful looking forward to the future.
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Ad Astra Per Aspera
Everything is still inconclusive
Alexia Putellas x teen!reader
pt. 4 masterlist
Warnings: this story contains depictions of alcoholism, adultery, and familial issues. read at your own discretion.
A/N: part 3 is here! i was flat out of ideas for a good week or so but iâm actually really happy with this chapter and how much i managed to write. i hope you enjoy đŤśđź
Vicky invited you to her home to talk.
âJust around this corner,â she said, pointing to a street. She was sitting in the passenger seat of your car while your siblings sat in the backseat. Vicky still lived with her parents, as you expected, because she was still too young to buy a place of her own. It was a nice house, situated in a neighbourhood just a few minutes outside the city centre, and once you had parked your car, you hesitated for a moment.
âAre you sure your mum isnât going to mind? Itâs late, we can always talk tomorrow,â you spoke, looking at her for a moment. She shook her head, opening her door and responding as she unbuckled her seatbelt. âSheâs fine with it, donât worry. Letâs go inside.â
You unbuckled your own seatbelt and stepped out of the car, your siblings doing the same. Magdalene clutched your shirt gently while the other two boys walked behind you.
The front door of Vickyâs house had little stained glass details that you admired for the short moment that you stayed outside. The door swung open when Vicky knocked on it gently, and behind it was a woman that bore a striking resemblance to the girl beside you.
âMamĂĄ, this is (Y/N),â Vicky said, gesturing to you. You smiled shyly, and the woman returned it with a much wider smile. âBona nit! Please, come in, itâs freezing out there,â she replied, ushering you and your siblings inside. She was right, it was chilly outside, and the warmth of the LĂłpez household was nice.
âCan I get you anything?â she asked, looking over her shoulder as she directed you to the living room. You shook your head, but she insisted on making you a cup of tea, and the appeal of a warm beverage was too much to resist. After a few minutes, she brought two cups of tea out to the living room for you and Vicky, then placed them on the coffee table. âGraciĂŠs, Mrs. LĂłpez,â you spoke.
You sat down on the couch, the warm mug of tea in your hand as you faced the girl. âSo, what do you need to talk about?â Vicky asked, and you took a deep breath before telling her.
âSomething happened, Vicky. My neighbour heard some noises from my house and thought one of us was getting hurt, so she called the police andââ
You paused for a moment, pinching the bridge of your nose as prepared to tell the rest of the story. It was like reliving it all over again; the currents of fear that overwhelmed you, the unsettling atmosphere of the interrogation room, all of it.
âThey told me that theyâre going to place my siblings in a foster home unless I become their legal guardian â which I canât do in time â or find someone I know to foster them. They suggested my father butâŚâ you shrugged, hoping that Vicky would catch on, and by the understanding look on her face, she did.
âI donât know what to doâ who do I even ask?â
You didnât want to cry, but you knew it was inevitable. You had spent the day processing probably the worst news of your life, without shedding a tear. You deserved to cry. One tear quivered in your waterline before you blinked, and it was gone.
âWhy are they getting taken away?â she asked.
âSocial welfare thinks theyâre unsafe as long as theyâre under my mumâs care because sheâs got a drinking problem and my dad is out of the picture. Iâm not their legal guardian so I donât have much of a say. Canât really afford a lawyer yet either,â you explained.
Vicky paused for a moment, staring at the coffee table as she was deep in thought, and then she spoke.
â(Y/N), I know you two donât have the best relationship, but I think you should ask Alexia.â
You almost spat out your tea in her face, and it showed in your suddenly very wide eyes. Vicky was quick to place her mug down and raise her hands in defence.
âWait, wait! Before you say no, just remember that she is your captain,â she explained, justifying herself.
âDios mĂo, thatâs got to be the stupidest shit Iâve heard all week,â you mumbled, putting your head in your hands.
Vicky frowned, pushing you gently to grab your attention again. âI know she doesnât treat you very well, but she can help you.â
You tapped your nail against the mug, considering the option. You had a very strained relationship with Alexia, and honestly, you highly doubted that sheâd want to foster and risk compromising her career for something as stupid as a few kids that werenât even hers.
âI donât think so. She wonât have time,â was your final verdict. You didn't perceive Alexia as the type of person interested in motherhood⌠but, there was one thing.
All your siblings loved football just as much as you. It'd be easy for Alexia to relate to them, because they were like her; their eyes lit up at every beginning of a conversation relating to football, they were immersed in the world of FC Barcelona and always present for your matches and celebrations. They fought to wear their blaugrana jerseys to school and blaugrana scarves in the summer.
Your hand found itself fumbling with the charm bracelet on your other wrist, the initials âMâ, âDâ and âLâ dangling from the delicate chain. Alexia would've loved your siblings, because they were the Barça-loving, unconditionally supportive children that she imagined when she thought of having kids.
âDonât mention it to anyone, please.â Your voice was quiet, because Magdalene had fallen asleep beside you, curled up into a ball with her head resting on a cushion. The boys were just barely awake on the other side of the couch, closing their eyes for a quick moment before opening them again in an attempt to stay awake.
Vicky nodded, but that was it. Not many words were said afterwards, until her mother asked whether youâd like to stay the night. Too tired to disagree, you mumbled a little âpleaseâ, and she directed you to the guest bedroom.
The three of them slept on the bed that night. You made yourself a bed on the floor, out of cushions from the living room in which you put your Barça sweater over it as a makeshift pillowcase to ease the rough feeling of the original material on your cheek, and Vicky lent you a few spare blankets.
Magdalene wanted to try sleeping on the floor with you, but after a while you felt her leave your side and get into bed with her brothers.
She was little, they all were, but their presence was bigger than life itself, and laying there with Magda tucked in your arms reminded you of what it used to be like before. When you used to keep the abandoned shopping carts close so you could put all three of them inside at night and ride down the streets to the local restaurant, then youâd treat them to a big serving of their favourite foods and the night would end with you receiving three big hugs from the tiniest humans.
Life was simple before.
You called alcohol âbig drinkâ when you were young, because only big people could drink it. You didnât know why, but soon your Mami started getting upset more and more, after she had some big drink. It only took a few lash outs for you to get caught in the crossfire and vow to never become like Mami.
Youâve tried it a couple times here and there, and it tasted like shit. You couldnât understand your mother for choosing that bitter concoction over happiness but soon, you figured out that when all else failed for her, it was her happiness. Her kids were seen as secondary, if you were lucky.
A light suddenly illuminated the room, and thatâs when you realised your phone was buzzing. A number flashed across the screen, but you stayed idle, not reaching for it. You watched the contact disappear before a text appeared, and you read it through slightly squinted eyes still trying to adjust to the light.
+34 ### ### #####
â Weâve gotten a hold of your father and he has agreed to attend a meeting at 9 a.m. Please call or text back immediately if youâre available.
You shouldâve responded. Instead, you stared at the message until the screen went black again, and even then you kept staring in the same direction until there was nothing. The next time you opened them, it was morning, and you were facing the bottom of the bed.
Magda, Dani, and Enzo were still asleep. Peering just above the mattress, you could see them piled on top of each other as they slept.
The âbedâ you made on the floor felt more comfortable than ever, making you reluctant to move. With a tap on the screen, your phone lit up and revealed the time to be just past 8:30.
Your hand flopped back down and you stared at the ceiling. Everything was perfect for a couple seconds, as you forgot about the need for the day to proceed and only recognised the serenity of being in that room right now, with the people you loved most.
Everything was perfect.
âWeâll wait five more minutes and if she isnât here by then, youâre free to leave, seĂąor.â
The man only gave a small nod in reply, otherwise his attention was almost entirely fixed on the little sliver of blue sky that was visible from the tiny window.
Five minutes flew by. The talks of getting ready to leave started up, but they were short lived when everyone was stunned back into their seats by the door suddenly swinging open. It clicked shut as a chair scraped across the floor.
âSorry, traffic was bad,â you mumbled, folding your arms across your chest.
âHow nice of you to join us, Miss (Y/L/N),â the social worker said, and it sounded like she was feigning politeness. You acknowledged her words with a quiet hum.
âSeĂąor, since you are the only other legal guardian of Magdalene, Dani, and Lorenzo, weâve sought you out as a possible option for a full time caregiver of the children,â she spoke, clasping her hands together and placing them on the table.
Your father pursed his lips, nodding along with her words, âI see.â
âI still donât think this is a good idea, and Iâm saying this before you waste more of our time,â you interrupted, pointedly refusing to even look at him.
âWhy not? Iâm their father, (Y/N), and Iâm also yours, soââ
âYou didnât want them then, so I doubt youâd want them now. Donât say youâll take care of them to make yourself look good and then mistreat them because theyâre not on par with your other kids,â you hissed, finally meeting his gaze with a stone cold glare.
The social worker across the table didnât intervene, though she initially jolted forwards with the intention. She settled back into her chair and observed, looking to discover the true nature of your adamance to not let your father take your siblings.
Regret flashed across his face, and it was obvious; you noticed it in the downwards twitch of his lips and the shameful lowering of his gaze as you spoke.
âTheyâre still my children. Itâs my job as their father to look after them,â he responded.
âSo where were you all these years, when MamĂĄ was drinking her body weight in alcohol? You left us! You are not their father and you havenât been ever since you left us.â Your fist hit the table, the noise echoing through the room. The grimace on your face was only the surface level of the disgust you felt in that very moment.
ââMy job as their fatherâŚâ my fucking ass. I was more of a father to them than you, at 16 years old! I did your job better than you before I was even 18, and you have the nerve to come here and say that theyâre still your children?â
His head was hung in shame as you chided him, and he still had nothing to say.
âI knew this was a bad idea, I knew it,â you almost yelled, jumping up from your chair. It skidded along the ground with a screech, and your fingers pressed at your temples.
You hated him so much, but standing there and yelling at him made you realise how much you missed him while he was still your father, before the cheating and abandonment. âYou ruined MamĂĄâs life by putting your own needs before us, and I hope youâre proud. Have as many new kids with your new wife as you want, but you only destroy everything you touch.â
You hoped your words reflected the years of pain and torment he had inflicted on your family. You lost not one but two parents, because your mother loved him so much and he only took advantage of it while it benefited him before he decided it wasnât enough.
There wasnât a single word or phrase that could convey the inexplicable feelings you felt just then. Heâd have to search for it in the flushed apples of your cheeks, your glossy bloodshot scleras, and tightly furled fists tensed up at your sides.
â(Y/N), mi caritaâŚâ he started, standing up. You took a big step back, your hand finding the door knob with a steady grip.
âJust leave and donât come back. I donât want to see you ever again, never ever!â
With those words, you were 13 again, standing behind the corner and listening to your mum say the exact same thing to your dad.
Back then, when you two argued, you couldnât hold his gaze without crying, but now you were. He was nothing in your eyes if not the smallest man whoâs ever lived. You made sure to give him your most withering glare so he knew that there was no point.
In his eyes, you were probably the furthest you had ever been from his daughter. The loving and energetic girl he watched grow up, was now eye-to-eye with him in a police station, refusing to allow him any entry into his kidsâ lives.
âDonât give them false hope,â you sneered, wrenching the door open before deliberately slamming it behind you.
Maybe, just maybe, Alexia wasnât such a bad idea. Yes, she was passionate about football and didnât take it very well when people didnât display the same amount of passion for the sport as she did, but that only meant that when she loved something, she loved it hard and with all her being. She could love your siblings. She could love them more than anyone, even their own blood.
You sought to get out of the police station and away from it as a whole, so as you stormed out of the building and sunk into the driverâs seat of your car, you had no specific place in mind.
You ended up at the Barceloneta beach. There werenât many other places you could think to go to; the pitch was out of the question, because wherever there was a ball and a goal, there was Alexia. Your house was a huge memorabilia museum for the past, and you couldnât show up to Vickyâs house out of the blue.
The beach was pretty, and you always loved going there. Nothing could spoil that for you.
Just the horizon and ebbing tide for company while you watched the sun slowly descend â it was what you needed.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Part of you didnât want to pull it out in case it turned out to be someone you didnât like wasting your time, but you pulled it out anyways. Thankfully, it was only Vicky.
She sent you a photo from earlier that morning, and it featured all three of your siblings fast asleep on the guest bed while you slept on the floor in your comfy cluster of blankets. She followed the photo up with two laughing faces, and then two more messages.
Vicky
â đ¤Łđ¤Ł
â â â â â âł Hermanos y hermanas
â â â â â â â â â â âł Come sleep over again (Y/N)!!! My MamĂĄ found the Uno cards đ
You smiled at the photo and saved it to your camera roll before you considered Vickyâs request. You took a moment, but eventually you responded.
(Y/N)
â vale vale 𼲠iâm picking la hermanos y hermana right now and then iâll come straight to your house. graciĂŠs vicky â¤ď¸
You watched the sun set further during the drive to the schools, and then again while you drove to Vickyâs. This time, you parked in the driveway, and you didnât feel dreadful entering her house.
You rang the doorbell and the four of you waited patiently. Mrs. LĂłpez was quick to rush to the door and open it.
âHi, I hope weâre not bothering yââ you started, but you were cut off.
â(Y/N), mĂo querido! Come in, come in, youâre not a bother at all. Youâre always welcome in our home,â she said, embracing you tightly with a warm smile.
Vicky appeared from the living room, shuffling a deck of cards in her hands. âWho wants to play Uno?â she asked, waving the cards in her hand and immediately receiving a positive reaction from your siblings, who bolted towards her eagerly.
You followed them, because though you knew they were getting taken to their foster home tomorrow and being stripped away from you, you wanted to enjoy the night and play Uno with your siblings.
Nothingâs for sure but right now. You couldnât waste this moment.
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Wait for your love | H.HJ
Pairing: Hyunjin x reader
Part 2 to We can't be friends
Genre: angst, fluff
Summary: after sleeping with Hyunjin, you were dead set on getting over him, but who would've guessed it would be so difficult?
Words count: 3,329
Warnings: non
A/N: it took me a while but I'm finally here with the second part to this fic 𼳠I hope you guys enjoy it đŤśđť
After leaving Hyunjin's house you stop at a random parking lot, crying your eyes out for almost an hour before calming down and going back home. You hate that everything inside your own house reminds you of Hyunjin, of course it does, he was always hanging out there with you and leaving his things behind so he wouldn't have to bother bringing it back when he'd sleep over.
Your bathroom is full of his skin care and his toothbrush is resting beside yours, his clothes are in your wardrobe, you even made the mistake of giving him a drawer so he could put his things on. You were too involved in the excitement of having his things there, like you were a couple, that way you could pretend that he loved you.
You feel dirty and disgusting, you want to rip your skin off and you almost succeed after staying so long beneath the shower, rubbing your skin like that could hide you of all your sins. You were only satisfied when your skin was red and aching, turning off the hot water and dressing up.
You take everything that's Hyunjin's and put it in a box, everything that he ever gave you goes inside there too and also anything that reminds you of him. You put it outside of your apartment, if you know your best friend well â and you do, he's going to show up in a couple of hours when he realizes that you were serious about everything you said. He's going to come after you, not because he loves you the way you want him to, but because he can't see you go, you're his best friend after all.
As if on cue, Hyunjin comes by later in the night, shocked to find all his belongings in a box outside, he thought you would calm down and regret about telling him you can't be friends, he thought he could show up on your door and you'd smile at him, saying that everything would be okay. Any hope he has goes down the drain after an hour of him knocking on your door, pleading for you to come out, for you to talk to him, but you won't, you can't look at him. You know you're going to cry in front of him and you can't give him that, not after he took everything else from you.
Hyunjin took your heart, took your love, took your peace of mind, but you can't let him take what's left of your dignity.
He doesn't give up, blowing your phone with calls and texts for an entire week, coming around twice a day to try and get you to talk to him but you stay firm on your decision, for the first time since you fell in love with him, you have the courage to let go and you're not going to give up on that.
When your mutual friends ask what's going on, you have to explain at least a bit of what happened to them. You don't disclose the extent of your humiliation, telling them you confessed to him and was rejected, choosing to be the petty girl who ended a friendship because the guy she loves didn't return the feelings rather than being the girl who was used and thrown away by the guy she loves.
They understood, mostly, everyone was already aware of your secret â that was only a secret for Hyunjin, since everyone else seemed to know about it.
Too soon, you have to meet him again. It's Jisung and Felix's birthday, you could have escaped if it was just one of your friends' parties but it's both of the most spoiled ones, they would never let you live it down if you didn't show up.
You put on a nice dress, get your hair done and delicately select your makeup. If you have to meet Hyunjin, at least you want to look pretty. You get to Jisung's apartment 30 minutes after the party starts, luckily there are already enough people for you to hide yourself and escape if needed.
Felix is the first to spot you in the crowd, smiling brightly and walking up to you. You hug him, wishing him a happy birthday and handing him the gift you bought him.
âWhereâs Jisung?â You ask.
âHe's probably in the kitchen, wanna go there?â Felix asks and you nod, following him.
You didn't expect to find Hyunjin there but it was just a matter of time before you crossed paths, so you suck it up and get closer, receiving a worried look from Felix as he mutters âsorryâ.
You hug Jisung, giving him his gift and wishing him a happy birthday. You can feel Hyunjin's stare even if you don't look at him but you ignore him, listening as your friend tells you about the troubles they had while planning this party.
You excuse yourself after a while, walking in the middle of the crowd of people, trying to get away from the guy you so desperately wanted to avoid.
You open the door to the balcony and a wind gust meets your skin, making you shiver and messing your hair. At least now you can breathe.
The door behind you opens and you don't have to look to know who it is. You sigh, closing your eyes.
âI thought you would have gotten the hint that I don't want to talk to youâ, you say, leaning down on the guardrail.
âYou have to talk to meâ, Hyunjin says, stepping closer to you, making you turn to look at him.
âI don't have to do anything!â You groan, âyou lost the right to demand anything from meâ
âY/N, pleaseâ, he sighs, âI'm sorry that I slept with you and went back to Jisoo the next day. I shouldn't have done that knowing how it would affect our friendshipâ
âWell, you can't take it backâ, you shrug.
The truth is that you're still miserable after losing your best friend and the man you love at once but know you're going to be even miserable if you have to stay by his side ignoring what you feel.
âWhat can I do to make it right? How can we go back to the way it was?â
You feel your heart ache and you want to cry, but you use every strength you have not to let him see you vulnerable again.
âHyunjin, we can't go back to the way things wereâ, you inform him, âbecause the problem is not that you slept with me and then went back to Jisooâ
Hyunjin frowns, confused.
âWhat's the problem then?â
âThe problem is that I'm in love with youâ, you scoff bitterly. âI have been in love with you for so long and you never looked at me, not even onceâ, you look around, trying to avoid the tears of falling. âThe problem is that I finally thought that you were going to love me back. But you didn't, it's not your fault that you don't love me, I know that. I just won't put myself in this miserable position of watching you happily in your relationships while I hurt, I won'tâ, you shake your head.
A moment of complete silence goes by, before you hear Hyunjin's shaking breath.
âI didn't knowâ, he whispers, brows knit together.
âI know you didn'tâ, you clarify, âand I'm sorry that our friendship has to end this way, but I decided to love me more than I love youâ, that's everything you have to say to him, so you give him a last look before walking out of the balcony. You leave Hyunjin there, staring at the empty space you occupied a few minutes ago.
You go back home, shedding tears once more for the same person, however this time you're not feeling dirty, you feel relief. Maybe now you can finally get over him, maybe now you can find someone that's going to love you back.
You didn't think it would be so difficult to get over him, but not because you didn't try to though. You downloaded a dating app and went on dozens of dates, but you couldn't help but compare every man to Hyunjin. You never really had to force yourself to get over someone so you didn't know it would be this hard.
It also didn't help that you have the same friend group as the person you're trying to move on from, so even though they try to avoid talking about him, sometimes they let it slide and you just can't stand how their looks of pity fall on you the moment that Hyunjin is mentioned.
After another bad date, you decide that you're going to go out with your friends and get drunk, so drunk that you're going to be dragged out of the party. Is it good for you? No, but you are about to do just anything to clear up your head, to feel happy again.
Your best friend tells you about a new club that's opening in town, she doesn't have much trouble convincing you to go, you just want to have fun after all.
You start drinking even before going out, calling your uber after your second beer can. The club is not far from your apartment, so in less than ten minutes, you're already going inside with your friends.
The music is loud and the place is crowded, as expected. One of your friends swings by the bar while you and the others find a booth to sit while you wait. The red lights are making you a bit dizzy and you're feeling hot with so many people in the closed space.
The guys had invited you to go out tonight but they let you know beforehand that Hyunjin would be there too. You didn't even ask where they would go, declining the invitation instantly when your ex best friend's name came out of Jisung's mouth.
You promise that in a few months you'll be back to going out with them and probably okay with being in the same room as Hyunjin, but for now you just can't handle that, not when after a whole month you couldn't get rid of even 1% of your feelings for him.
You feel pathetic honestly, you pinned after him for so long, hurting while he was happy and not even when he treated you like trash were you able to put an end to this unrequited love.
Ari came back from the bar with a bucket full of ice and beers, you can already feel your hangover when you wake up tomorrow but you donât really care, downing a whole bottle a moment after opening it. You dance with your friends, have nice looking guys flirting with you and laugh a lot with your friends telling you about their catastrophic experiences on their latest dates.
You go back to the booth after dancing for half an hour without stopping, your feet hurt so you decide to sit down for a bit but not without a cute guy following you close by, letting him whisper sweet nothings in your ear and promise things youâre sure he wonât be able to keep up with, but youâre having fun, itâs nice to feel desired. You kiss him, his hands wandering around your body with no restraints, youâre not drunk enough to let him do whatever he wants but also are not in the mood to tell him to stop. When you open your eyes to put some space between you and the guy, you see a shocked face staring at you not too far from your booth, you know that blond too well so you wave at Felix before it dies down in your brain that if heâs there then Hyunjin is too.
You look around, panicking, trying to find him like that would make a difference, when your eyes land on the man, he doesnât even look the same. He has dyed his hair a wine color and cut it shorter than before. It's strange, you know how Jisoo loves his long hair.
When you find his eyes staring back at you, you avoid it, looking anywhere else. Fuck, you have to get out of there, suddenly you canât breath. You start moving, collecting your things in a hurry and trying to get out of the booth, only stopping when you feel the grip on your wrist. You look behind to see the guy who was kissing you a moment ago.
âWhere are you going?â He asks, not letting you go.
âI have to goâ, itâs the only thing youâre able to say.
âWhat are you? Cinderella?â He mocks and you roll your eyes, shaking your arm to get away from him. âYou canât let me hangingâ, he stares at you angrily.
âFuck offâ, you groan, âIâm going homeâ
âI can take youâ, he suggests.
âI donât want to go home with youâ, you feel your heart start beating faster, reminding you that you have been holding your breath for a while.
âAre you kidding me?â He grabs your wrist even stronger.
âHeyâ, you hear a voice behind you and again, you donât have to turn back to know who it is. âShe told you to let her goâ, Hyunjin says.
âAnd what do you have to do with it? Mind your businessâ
âIâm her best friend, and Iâm going to fuck you up if you donât let goâ, Hyunjin threatens, making you shudder to the tone of his voice, you donât think you have ever heard him this mad before.
The guy huffs, letting you go and getting out of the booth, cursing under his breath until he disappears in the crowd.
âAre you okay?â You hear Hyunjinâs softly asking, but you feel like your heart is going to explode, beating like a hammer on your chest.
âIâm fineâ, you answer, pushing him to the side while you put on your coat and walk out into the crowd, trying to find the exit.
You feel the freezing air hitting your face as soon as you open the back door, grabbing your phone on your purse and sending a message to your group chat to let the girls know you went home. You put your arms around yourself, trying to lessen the cold while you wait for your uber, when you feel another coat being put over your shoulders, making you look back, startled.
âLet me take you homeâ, Hyunjin asks, making you huff.
âIs it so difficult to just leave me alone?â You whine.
âYeah, it is. Iâm selfish, you know thatâ, he murmurs, making you sigh. âLet me have some peace of mind knowing you got home safelyâ
âI can just text you, telling you Iâm alive when I get thereâ
âYou know you wonât do itâ, he chuckles awkwardly, âIâm going there to see if you got home anyways, it's better than me showing up at your house and waking up all your neighborsâ, he tells you.
âFineâ, you huff. At this point you think you may be expelled from your building if Hyunjin spends another night knocking on your door. You can just let him have his way this one time, then you wonât get close to him anymore.
When the car arrives you both get in quietly, you sit on the opposite side of him, trying to stay as far as possible. You distract yourself looking outside the window, seeing the city and you start to feel your eyes heavy, resting your head on the window and closing your eyes just to have a quick nap until getting home.
You wake up in your bed, you are still in your party clothes but you're covered till your neck with blankets. How did you get there? You canât remember, were you that drunk? Not really. You feel your head hurt and the thirst comes right after, so you get up walking to your kitchen to get a glass of water. When you turn around, gulping on the liquid youâre taken by surprise with Hyunjin asleep on your couch.
âJezzâ, you yelp, almost letting the cup fall on the floor and waking the man up. âWhat are you doing here?â You ask while he sits, rubbing his eyes.
âYou were sleeping so soundly when we arrived, I didnât want to wake you up so I carried youâ, he explains.
âAnd you stayed over becauseâŚ?â You question, making him pout.
âI thought you might need something in the middle of the nightâ
You take a deep breath, putting your glass of water on the counter.
âI wonât be needing anything, so you can go nowâ, you say, feeling your chest hurt. You shouldnât find him sweet, you should think of him as an asshole and nothing more.
âCanât you hear me out?â He asks, looking at you with puppy eyes. âI will grovel and beg if you ask me too but just hear what I have to sayâ, he pleads, making you bite on your bottom lip. You shouldnât, you really shouldnât, but your heart wants it so bad, wants to find an explanation so you can forgive him.
âYou have five minutesâ, you tell him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
He smiles, standing up immediately.
âI know I was wrong, I do. First I shouldnât have slept with you knowing that it would hurt you if I went back to Jisoo, even if you didnât like me romantically it would have still hurt you and I should have done betterâ, he says, âbut after you left me, nothing more made sense, not even my relationship, it felt like something was missing and I knew all along that that something was you but I thought it was only as a friend. After you told me you like me, I started seeing things in a different light and everything kinda started making senseâŚâ
You sigh, interrupting him.
âLook, you had a bit to drink and I donât want you to pity me, okay? Your girlfriend is not going to like it if she knows youâre here telling me those thingsâ
âI broke up with herâ, he says, âafter the last time I saw you, I ended things. I would never confess to you out of pity, Iâm selfish but not that much. I took this time away from you to sort things out and find out if I was just missing you as a friend or as more than that and after seeing that guy all over you tonight Iâm absolutely sure that I like you more than as a friendâ
You feel your heart beating in your ears, thatâs everything you wanted to hear him but you still feel insecure.
âHow am I supposed to believe that you wonât change your mind tomorrow morning?â You bite on your lip, trying to not give in right away.
âHereâ, Hyunjin pats on his pockets, grabbing a key and handing it to you, âthis is the key to my studio, if tomorrow morning or whenever I do any shit to hurt you, you can go there and break everythingâ
You stare at his hand, the key hanging in wait for you to grab it, for you to grab what heâs offering you.
âWhat if Iâm the one to do something to hurt you?â You ask, grabbing the key. âWhat if Iâm the one to break your heart?â
âI donât careâ, he takes a step closer, âI'm giving it to you, so Itâs yours to breakâ, he finishes, waiting for you to close the gap between the both of you. Waiting for your love.
You sigh, you know that you are a lost cause when it comes to Hyunjin and even if this is just another one of his love whims, you donât care, as long as he looks at you and loves you this once, nothing more matters.
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the subject of every photo - fushiguro megumi
word count: 5,555 (i'm so proud of that)
warnings: swearin'
summary: a photoshoot at the pumpkin patch isn't his ideal day, but at least megumi gets to spend time with you. and maybe he'll take a few pictures anyway.
(a/n): really delayed pumpkin themed fic with the softest boy but i needed to write this ok a greater power called upon me to do it
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âItâll be fun!â Nobara had claimed, although her tone was more threatening than bubbly. âItâs just a little photoshoot at a pumpkin patch, why so gloomy about it?âÂ
And it wasnât that Megumi was gloomy about it, because he wasnât. It would be immature to pout about a simple hangout among friends. The thing was⌠he just didnât care for the whole pumpkin patch thing that really seemed to take off on instagram and tiktok these last few years.
He hadnât carved a pumpkin since he was just a tot, and even then heâd only done it to satisfy Gojoâs bonkers need to participate in every holiday tradition. He never particularly liked scooping the guts and seeds out, and as a kid wasnât decent enough with a blade to carve a face that actually looked interesting. Not to mention, it was always chilly in late October, making it insufferable to wander around outside solely to pick out a big orange vegetable. Â
Really, if he wanted a pumpkin that bad, he wouldâve picked out a discount one from the grocery store. But really, he didnât want a pumpkin.
Nonetheless, Nobara had bought four disposable camerasâ which he didnât know were even still a thingâ told everyone to wear their cutest, coziest outfit, and pretty much demanded they all go spend the afternoon at one of the more popular farms in town. As with most plans, Megumi begrudgingly agreed.
Even under three layersâ his coat, his sweater, and the long sleeved tee he wore underneath them bothâ the crisp air still pricked at his skin and left goosebumps in itâs wake. It was hard to enjoy being out here when he was fighting the urge to shiver.
âItâs pretty cold for this, huh?âÂ
Megumi wipes away the resting bitch face heâd been making, opting instead for as much neutrality as he could muster. He turns to (y/n), only to find her peering up at him from behind her little plastic camera. His brows wrinkle.
âDonât take a picture of me at that angleâÂ
He puts his hand over the lens and pushes it away before she could even think about snapping the photo, and she chuckles a bit at his boyish antics. He almost cracks a smile when sheâs peeking up at him with her cheeks tinged pink from the cold. He squashes it before his lip could curl too far.
âWell what side do you prefer then?â She teases, shifting around to stand before him and raising her shitty little camera again. âFull portrait? Or perhaps a side profile?â
Megumi rolls his eyes, but when he starts to walk away, sheâs quick to follow. He doesnât dislike her company.
Nobara is off farther in the field, ordering Yuuji to pick up as many pumpkins as he can for the perfect picture. It was only a matter of time before she came over and started barking at the two of them to make the perfect poses as well.
âSo why do you hate pumpkin patches?â (y/n) breaks their silence, but when he turns to her again, sheâs fixing her camera on a sparrow pecking away at a less than ripe pumpkin.
âI donât hate pumpkin patches,â He replies, but even he has to admit the dryness in his voice makes it seem a bit unbelievable. âItâs justâŚâ He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, but heâs quick to straighten his gaze when he finds her full attention on him now. âColdâ He finishes, lamely, but itâs not untrue.
He fiddles with the plastic camera in his hands.
âYeah,â (y/n) agrees from beside him. âWouldâve been nice to do this a few weeks ago, when it was still sunnyâÂ
Megumi nods back at her, unsure of what else to say.
He hoped that they werenât doomed to only speak about the weather today. However that meant heâd probably have to put the effort in to change the subject. His palms began to sweat.
It was their day off, so he didnât want to strike up a conversation about work, and preferably heâd like to avoid the subject of sorcery altogether. So that narrowed down the options by a lot.
He knew that like him, she liked to read. But she was more into the fantasy stuff, and the only book off the top of his head he could make conversation about was The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe and he was fairly certain that wasnât currently on her shelf.
Was it always this hard or was he just overthinking it?Â
âWait, stay right there!âÂ
Before he can suck it up and ask how her most recent assignment went, (y/nâs) throwing her arms up at him to make him freeze in place. Megumi startles at the sudden movement and holler, but he listens and stays put while she backs up a few steps.
âThe sun is peeking out,â She explains, before steadying her camera in front of her face. âThe lighting is greatâ She says with a grin, and then without warning, she snaps the photo.
Megumi wants to complain, he didnât even have time to smile or pose or anything. When that picture got printed, heâd just be a guy standing there, probably with a resting bitch face. Nobara wouldnât be happy.
But (y/nâs) still grinning as she lowers the camera.
âToo bad we gotta wait so long to see âem,â She says as she heads back towards him. âItâd be nice toââÂ
âStop movingâÂ
Heâs more blunt than she is, already lifting his camera and peeking through the small lens. (y/n) gets the hint and retraces her steps to fit properly in the frame.
âBetter?â She asks, tossing her hair over her shoulder dramatically before posing with a bright smile.
Megumi snaps the photo without warning, although heâs sure that this one will turn out much better than the one sheâd taken of him. For one, sheâs smiling, but heâs also certain that sheâs much more photogenic than he is.
Sheâs at his side again as they wander around the patch, fiddling to fit the camera into the pocket of her coat. It takes him a few minutes to find his courage again, but eventually Megumi clears his throat and tries to spark conversation.
âGojo used to take a million pictures of me and TsumikiâÂ
That seems to be exactly the right thing to say, because (y/nâs) entire demeanor lights up as she looks up at him with wide eyes.
âReally?â She laughs softly at the mental picture. âDid he keep, like, photo albums and stuff?âÂ
âOh yeah,â Megumi snorted, recalling the rows of photo books on the living room bookshelf when he was young. âDozens, at least. It was like he couldnât commit a thing to memory, always had to document everythingâÂ
When he was young, it was obnoxious to always have a camera shoved in his face. Now though, he wonders if the crazy bastard still had those albums.
âThatâs sweet,â (y/n) muses, wandering off a bit to check out a display of gourds, all varying in shapes and colors. âI bet thereâs tons of embarrassing ones of you, tooâ She teases.Â
Megumi doesnât give her an answer, instead silently watching as she picks up a large green vegetable with a curly top. She holds the long end in her hand, before turning to face Megumi with the plump end out, holding it like it was a very deformed gun.
He rolls his eyes at the joke, but just as she looks away, he snaps a photo.
(y/n) seems to not even notice, setting the gourd back on the display and turning back to Megumi to continue their conversation.
âWas he a scrapbook mom?â
He chuckles, and he wants to deny it, but he canât. Even if he tried he thinks sheâd see through it with how he smiles with all of his teeth. Sheâs laughing before he even explains.
âHe made one scrapbook, ever,â He tells her. âAnd you have to swear to never tell them this,â He adds quickly. (y/n) doesnât have to ask to know who he means, and she simply drags her thumb and forefinger over her lips as if to zip them up. âIt took him weeks. I think the kitchen table was covered in all of his crafts for a solid monthâÂ
âYouâre kidding!â She laughs louder, loving the image of her mentor hunched over a table while he glued down photos and ribbon to pretty sheets of paper.
âI wish I was. I think itâs why he only ever made one,â Megumi shrugged. âBut itâs⌠a lot. Every sheet was three dimensional. The spine of the scrapbook was stretched so wide the thing couldnât even sit flatâÂ
He knows that all of the pictures in that book would be embarrassing now. Gojo liked to document every firstâ first day of school, first science project, first A+, along with more ridiculous milestones, like when Megumi chopped all of his hair off in the fifth grade and looked ridiculous. If he remembered correctly, Gojo glued that hair in the book too, as if it were his baby hairs. That scrapbook really should be burned, but a part of him wishes he could show her now, just to prove how messy it really is.
âIâd do anything to get my hands on it,â (y/n) sighed, almost as if she could read his mind. âMy parents did some stuff like that, but they certainly werenât obsessiveâÂ
âObsession is all he knowsâ Megumi mumbles, and he doesnât mean to be funny, but she laughs, and it makes his chest feel warm.
âI still think itâs sweet,â She assures him, and then she stops in their slow and aimless walk, kneeling down to tie the shoelaces on her boot. Megumi waits beside her. He cared much more for her company than he did seeing the pumpkin patch. âHe probably just wanted to save lots of memories of you guys when you were little. All parents say it goes by fastâÂ
She goes to tie the other boot, and Megumi can only stand there in soft surprise. Sure, deep down he always considered Gojo his parent, because he simply just was. But no one else referred to their relationship that way, the others always called him teacher or mentor. But (y/n) mustâve understood that it was more than that.
Heâs pulling his camera out again and stealing another quick picture while she was still focused on her shoes.
When she stands, heâs got the camera tucked back into his pocket and an innocent look on his face.
âWant to take a picture over there?â She asks, pointing to the tower of hay bales set up mostly for photos. Originally it was for children to climb and play on, but itâs purpose was far more often served as a posing station.
Megumi simply nods, and follows her as she races over the tower. It shouldnât have surprised him when she started climbing the thing right away. Surely Nobara had been over here earlier, striking a pose with one hand on her hip and the other on the stack of hay, but not (y/n), who was almost to the top.
âYouâre not gonna fall, right?â Megumi asks unsurely as sheâs grabbing at the highest bale.
âIâm a trained athlete!â She shrieks back, clearly offended.
âIâm more worried about you destroying the play areaâ Megumi retorted, his lip curling upwards against his will. He canât help but take a picture before sheâs settled. Her hairâs a mess and her limbs are everywhere as she tries to steady herself on the wobbling tower, but itâs a perfect picture nonetheless.
âThis is great!â She shouts back at him, before stretching her hands above her head. âTake my photo like this!âÂ
Itâs silly, itâs childish, but Megumiâs laughing to himself as he snaps a couple.
Somehow she manages to climb down without toppling the entire thing, and they quickly make their way across the pumpkin patch before an employee could scold them for being grown adults playing on the childrenâs setup.
Megumi finds it easier to talk with her the longer they walk around, aimlessly eyeing pumpkins without committing to picking any out, taking photos here and there, but mostly they just wander around and talk. Yuji and Nobara seem so wrapped up in the full on photoshoot they were having with each other that it could seem like theyâd completely forgotten the other pair, but Megumi didnât mind one bit.
Hang outs never turned out like this. Nobara tended to cling to (y/n) like a lifeline. She was always dragging her off to the next boutique on the strip or game in the arcade or exhibit at the museumâ wherever they went, it seemed as soon as Megumi would get a minute of alone time with her, Nobara would steal her away. It was deflating, but he couldnât be mad, they were best friends after all.
Today was like a gloomy day miracle. He almost felt spoiled having the last half hour with her all to himself. All of her laughter and smiles were only for him. It warmed up his chilled hands until soon, even the breeze wouldnât make him shiver.
(y/n) didnât appear to have the same effect, shaking like a leaf every time the wind picked up. She always shrank into the collar of her coat and shoved her hands into her pockets, and after a few times, Megumi couldnât stand to see her freezing.
âLetâs go inside for a bit,â He nodded his head towards the small shop. (y/n) pouted back at him, before glancing around the pumpkin patch, clearly looking for their friends. âThey wonât be upset that we went inside because weâre cold,â Megumi chuckles to himself, before gently pushing his hand against the small of her back so that heâd follow her. âIâll text Itadoriâ He adds for good measure.
After a moment of hesitation she agreed and walked along with him, but just slow enough that he left his hand on her lower back. Just because it was nice to be so close to him.
Stepping into the shop was an instant rush of fresh warm air, and she finally felt like she could stretch her fingers. There was a small bakery inside with only a couple of tables, but without anyone else inside it was perfectly quaint to warm up in.
âIâm going to order a hot chocolate, do you want anything?â
The offer was sweet, but sheâs already making her way to the counter, set on a mission as soon as the alluring smell of apples and cinnamon wafted past her nose.
âI could go for a coffeeâ Megumi hummed as he followed.
Heâs ordering for the both of them as soon as a clerk arrives behind the counter, two drinks along with the enormous bear claw in the glass case that (y/n) hadnât torn her eyes away from since stepping up to the counter. She tries to fight him when he pulls out his wallet but heâs faster at tapping his card to the reader than she is at hitting him.
Even once they sit down with their drinks and the pastry that takes up most of the table space between them, she argues with him about the payment, and all he can do is shake his headâ and maybe smile to himself just a little bit. After realizing arguing is futile, she decides that as long as he eats some of the bear claw, she can forgive him.
And they continue to chat, about dumb things, about nothing, about everything. Megumi learns all about the book series that she is reading, along with her plans for getting promoted faster, and that her dream pet is a sugar glider.
âThatâs ridiculous,â He mumbles through a mouthful of almond paste and cinnamon. âWhen would you ever have the time to take care of something like that?â
âThatâs why itâs a dream pet, dummy,â (y/n) rolls her eyes at him. âDoesnât have to be realistic. Donât you have a dream pet?âÂ
âI kinda already have a lot of petsâÂ
âOh, right,â She laughs to herself, and he thinks he can see a hint of a blush dusting over her cheeks. Was she embarrassed? He wasnât sure exactly. But it was really cute. âWell if thereâs ever a sugar glider shikigami, please summon it for meâ She tells him in all seriousness, and Megumi bites his tongue as he agrees to the condition immediately.
He pulls out his camera for the tenth time that day and rests his elbows on the table as he brings it to his face. (y/nâs) eyes widen before sheâs covering half her face with one hand.
âAre you taking a picture of me right now?â She hisses anxiously, before shaking her head at him.
âDuhâ He mutters out as he tilts forward and back, trying to find just the right angle of lighting.
âIâm eatingââÂ
âSo? Not like you have food on your face. Hush. Go back to eating or somethingâÂ
âI am not letting you take a picture of me while I eatâÂ
âAlright then just sit there thenâÂ
Sheâs grabbing her paper cup of hot cocoa to use as a shield, but itâs too late. Megumi clicks the button and she can hear the soft whirring coming from inside the camera.
The lens cuts to black and Megumi pulls the camera away, eyeing the little roll of numbers next to the lens.
âIâm out already,â He says, tossing it onto the table. âGuess I winâÂ
(y/n) laughs to herself.
âI didnât know this was a competition,â She takes a sip of her warm beverage before setting it back down. âBut I canât believe you finished before meâ
âHow many do you have left?âÂ
Curiously, (y/n) pulls the camera out of her pocket and eyes the tape with the amount of film left. She frowns as she looks back up at him.
âJust one,â She answers, and her frown tilts into a small, soft smile before she asks, âDo you want to take one together?âÂ
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Greedily, Nobara snatches the stack of freshly printed photos out of Megumiâs hands. (y/n) and Yuji are too busy sharing theirs with each other, and Nobara had been dying to know what photos Megumi and (y/n) had taken on their last outing. By the time the group had met up and gone home, their cameras were already full, and she knew she hadnât been the subject of a single one of them.
âI swear Fushiguro if these are all dumb pictures of pumpkins, IâllââÂ
But her threat falls short after sliding through the first three pictures.
The first was (y/n) on the path, just standing and smiling. It wasnât special, there wasnât even a pumpkin in the background, but it was cute.
The second was a picture of her crouched down and tying her shoe. Her face wasnât even in the picture, her hair was hanging in front of it, but if you squinted you could barely make out the tip of her nose.
Then the third was another candid, where she was pretending to hold a gourd like a gun.
âWhat theâ?âÂ
Nobara flips through to the next one in the stack, and yet again thereâs a candid of her climbing up the side of a hay bale tower. At least that one captured her smile. She shouldnât have been surprised to see the fifth one in the stack was also of (y/n), this time sitting on top of the haystack victoriously
âYouâve got to be kidding me, dudeâÂ
âOkay give them backâ!â Megumi tries to grab the stack of pictures from Nobara before she could keep being nosey, but she deflects fast, swiveling to turn away from him and keep skipping through the photos.
He shouldnât have let her get her hands on them to begin with, but it was too late now. If he caused too big of a scene, Yuji and (y/n) would notice. He didnât exactly want all of his pictures on display.
So Nobara kept flipping.
One was of her lifting up the tiniest of pumpkinsâ definitely the runt of the whole patch. It fit in the palm of her hand but she seemed delighted by it.
The next few were just of her walking around, nothing too exciting in the frame. Just the occasional pumpkin in the background.
There was a decent one taken from inside the shop. (y/n) was still in the frame but her back was turned as she eyed the glass case of sweets. Nobara could almost let Megumi off the hook for that one. Almost.
And then the last photo was of her laughing, the blurry image of a paper cup waving in the space beside her face. Her eyes are on the camera, so she mustâve known he was taking that picture, but judging by the surprise in her expression, it was easy to conclude she was trying to hide behind that cup.
Once sheâd ogled every picture, Nobara finally turned back to Megumi. Her brows twitched and furrowed, lips parted in shock, not a single word spoken as she handed the stack back to him. Itâs practically shoved towards him, but he doesnât complain, just snatches them back as fast as he can.
He wants to find a way to quickly and discreetly ask her to keep this to herself, but before he can find the words, sheâs gawking at him again.
âEvery single one?â Nobara asks in a mutter.
âWe hung out the whole time, okay? It's not likeââ Megumi tries to defend himself, but itâs no use. Nobaraâs already speaking over him again.
âItâs almost pathetic, dude. Just ask her out like a normal personâÂ
His brows almost raise to his hairline in shock. Here he thought she was about to call him out for being a creep or something. But no, her disgust only lied in his pathetic pining and lack of action. Maybe he should have assumed that already.
He doesnât get the chance to say anything before Nobaraâs marching over to Yuji and demanding to see his photos as well. Megumiâs left reeling from the whole interaction, the humiliation still lingering in his gut.
The feeling remains as (y/n) makes her way to him, her own fresh stack of photos in her hands. Thereâs a nervous sort of smile on her face as she glances back at Yuji and Nobara, double checking that they were out of earshot.
âThey took that pretty seriously, huh?â Her voice was still low, careful not to draw the attention of their rambunctious friends. âYuji takes great photos, donât get me wrong. But I think she should pay him for his timeâÂ
Thereâs some relief in his chest when he cracks a smile, a small laugh coming out. He could only imagine the quality of Nobara and Yujiâs photos, certainly prepped for instagram.
âI bet she still puts filters over all of themâ He mutters back, and (y/n) stifles a giggle behind her hand, but nods her head in agreement.
âCan we leave now or what?â Nobara calls out, already dragging Yuji by the arm to leave the store. âI want to get boba before homeâÂ
âBoba sounds good,â (y/n) agrees softly. âLetâs goâÂ
As the red head continued to drag her friend despite him arguing that he was an adult who could walk by himself, she turned and aggressively whispered something to him. After her obvious threatening, she glances back at (y/n) and Megumi, which Yuji promptly follows her pointed glance. Suddenly after that he was upright and speed walking along with her.
(y/n) and Megumi share a baffled look as their friends so blatantly ditch them, but they donât exactly pick up the pace to follow.
âSo, did you get good photos?â Megumi asks, tucking his own away in his pocket. Foolishly, he hoped if they were out of sight she wouldnât ask him about them.
âOh,â (y/n) chuckles nervously, holding her stack of pictures in both hands. She tilts them towards herself so he canât see, and Megumi raises a brow at the secrecy. âItâs kind of embarrassing, actuallyâ She says sheepishly.
Her cheeks flood with color, and Megumi canât help the curious grin that begins to stretch across his face.
âEmbarrassing?â He repeats, sounding horrifically hopeful. (y/n) sighs, and sticks her arm out, handing him the stack. Heâs quick to take them and start flipping through, eyeing her anxious demeanor in his peripheral vision.
âYujiâs probably going to tell you anyway. But⌠theyâre sort of all..âÂ
His steps slow further after quickly sliding through the bunch of pictures.
The first was at the entrance of the pumpkin patch, with the cute sign with the family name painted on it, and just under it was him. He wasnât paying attention, and quite frankly he looked rather bored standing there. She mustâve taken it while he was still pouting about having to go.
The next photo was of the sparrow poking at the rotted pumpkin, and he had to admit the way she captured it actually was sort of cute.
The third was the photo Megumi dreaded seeing. He recognized it as soon as he saw himself standing on the thin path of dirt. He grimaced as he looked closer to see just how bad it was. But to his surprise, he wasnât scowling like he thought heâd been. He was actually smiling. Â
Which was odd⌠he certainly didnât remember smiling for that picture. He clearly remembered being upset because he hadnât tried to look nice for her picture at all.
He glances at (y/n) to gauge her reaction so far, but she was holding her expression at a neutral state, waiting for him to react first.
So Megumi goes back to the photos, and flips to the next one. Which was⌠also him. It wasnât anything special, just him standing there, but he was smiling a little bit in that one, too.
When the following is also a candid of him with that dumb little smile, he glances over at (y/n) again, raising a brow at her in silent question.
Sheâs a tough one to crack, but the corner of her lips gives her away as she tries to bite back a smile. His own smile is unable to be hidden as he flips through a few more photos.
And to his shock and delight, theyâre all him. Him while he was picking up that big pumpkin she dared him to, him while he was drinking his coffee and not paying attention, him just standing and doing nothing in particular, but for whatever reason, sheâd used up all her film on capturing it. Â
His favorite is the one of the both of them. Sheâd given him the camera so he could stretch his arm out and snap the photo selfie style. Theyâre sitting at the small table, two paper cups and the enormous bear claw between them, but pushed aside as (y/n) leans across the tabletop in order to better center herself. Sheâs grinning from ear to ear, her chin set in one hand while the other holds up a peace sign. Megumiâs smile isnât as wide but nevertheless itâs genuine, and anyone looking at the picture would know. Itâs a great picture of the two of them, and he thinks itâs probably the first, too.Â
Megumi hadnât realized heâd gone through the whole stack till he flips to the next one and is met with the first photo, but once he does, (y/nâs) quick to reach out and take them back. She doesnât snatch them as aggressively as Nobara had, she handles them gently, careful not to leave an ugly smudge or crease.
Megumi watches with eager intrigue as she tucks the edges together neatly, making the stack smooth in her hands.
âSorry if thatâs creepyâ is that creepy?â She turns to him suddenly, full of worry that sheâd crossed a line, but Megumi just chuckles, and shakes his head at her.
âNot creepyâ He muses, his soft smile remaining as he dips his hand into his pocket, retrieving his own small collection of photos.
He stares at them for an indecisive minute, clenching and unclenching his jaw, working up the courage to make the smallest of gestures. When he does hold them out to her, he still doesnât say a thing. His throat is too dry and hot to even try. He thinks it would be worse if his voice cracked right now.
(y/n) smiles as she tucks her pictures away in her purse with great care so that she could better look through the pictures heâd taken. His face flushes with color when she finally takes them from him. Even the small brush of the tips of her fingers against his has Megumiâs breath catching in his throat.
And he holds his breath as she eagerly slides through the stack of photos. His throat is far too constricted now to show any sign of life. He very well could pass out at any moment. He just hopes sheâd leave him there in a heap on the ground.
The relief of the exhale doesnât come until she begins to giggle. Itâs soft at first, almost under her breath as she continues admiring his photos, but then it erupts into something brilliant and bubbly, as if it was coming out of her uncontrollably. As lovely as the reaction was, it didnât do much to ease Megumiâs nerves. They began to sink their teeth into his heart and gut, and he knew that any minute now, his knees would give out.
When her laughter calms down and she finally looks up at him, the surprise is evident on his features when he sees her colored cheeks and nervous smile. She hands the stack back to him, and Megumiâs quick to tuck them into his pocket, where maybe he theyâd disappear forever, or at least just from the front of their minds.
âThatâs pretty cute, huh?â She asks, an aftershock of quiet laughter shaking her shoulders and crinkling the corners of her eyes. This time, Megumi canât help the way he laughs with her, but he does duck his head bashfully.
(y/n) thinks itâs all the more cuter, how he resorts to his nervous habit of rubbing the back of his neck and looking anywhere but directly at her. She wonders if he even knows heâs doing it. With a surge of confidence, she rocks on her feet.
âWanna ditch our friends and get lunch or something?âÂ
He shrugs and nods, thinking anything would be better sustenance than the too-sugary drinks that Nobara had an addiction to. But the implication of the question dawns on him too late, and suddenly his eyes are widening as he realizes what she really meant.
âYou meanâ like, a date?âÂ
Itâs so damn cute the way his brows furrow and then raise ever so slightly, waiting without a single ounce of patience for her clarification. (y/nâs) giggling again as she nods her head, putting him out of his misery.
âYeah, like a date,â She repeats teasingly.
Megumi nods his head again, this time faster, as if there was a time limit to her offer and he was worried heâd already wasted too much of it. Her smile brightens and thereâs a small but noticeable skip in her step as they head off in a new direction together.
âNow maybe it wonât be so creepy when our friends see those picturesâ She says, and Megumi canât decipher if sheâs messing with him or not. The look he gives her barely hides his panic.
âTheyâre gonna see them?â
âWhat do you think theyâre talking about right now?â (y/n) retorts, knowing for a fact that Yuji and Nobara were gossiping away about the pairâs photos that consisted only of each other. Â
The thought makes Megumiâs face feel hot, and thereâs no discretion in the way he tugs at his collar. The idea makes him nervous, his stomach flipping excessively. That said, he knew with the amount of gossip those two chatterboxes would generate, there was plenty of time to add a date to todayâs agenda.
âThey probably wonât even notice weâre goneâ
(y/n) nods in agreement.
âTheyâll be grateful to have the time for girl talk,â She teases.
With purpose, she steps closer to him so she could link her arm around his, tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow and shyly smiling up at him. Megumi returns the smile, his arm hooking a little further to keep her tucked next to him as close as he wanted. It was another chilly day outside, but he could almost forget about it with the way her closeness sparked warmth in his chest that flooded throughout his whole body. He hoped heâd get to do this for the rest of their dayâ
âSo⌠where do we want to go?â
âand more days to come.
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xoxo ~ jordie
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LONELY WATERS
pairings: dark!finnick odair x fem!reader
summary: even if you resided in the fishing district you only ever got close to the water for swimming late at night. it was your favourite time of the day, but it leaves you open and vulnerable to predators and people, the water wonât save you. silly girl, donât you remember? finnick odairs a champion swimmer.
warnings: nude swimming, nc voyeurism, stalking, scaring someone, inappropriate touching, chasing in waters, threatening and manipulation?? false misconceptions about victors, nc kissing and implied sexual intimacy and technically kidnapping?? (not forever) passing out from exhaustion due to sexual relations
a/n: THE VOICES đšđš italics is your thoughts!!! not proofread!
the water was cold, just how you liked it.
youâd been taking care of your cousin davine whoâd literally put a hole in her finger trying to spin around the finnick odairâs trident since it was on display in a local gallery. but sheâd overestimated her strength, let go of it whilst it was still in the air and it sliced her good. you met her outside as youâd been getting groceries and scolded her the whole way to the hospital.
âare you crazy? did you honestly think you could handle such a weapon on a whim? why the hell would you want to hold it anyways itâs just a trident.â you investigated as she whined and moaned, âwhy wouldnât i want to y/n? itâs finnick! i just didnât know itâd be that difficult.â you sighed as you halted her walking, bending down to look up at her, âi know it seems super cool okay. but the things he went through? the reason he has that trident? not cool. donât idolise the games and the victors. the games are barbaric and those poor victors live their lives because the capitol lets them. i donât want you anywhere near them okay? theyâre dangerous.â
davine shook her head, âhow? theyâre just victors, they had to kill to win the games you know that y/n.â you sighed again, âtheyâre not dangerous because of the games theyâre dangerous because of their time in the capitol. they care about themselves, after the hunger games theyâll probably do anything to keep themselves safe. act nice to us, earn our trust and support i- it doesnât matter, just try not to go around him okay?â
finnick was watching you from the balcony as you explained your worries to davine. now now, whoâd gone and told you all those lies? he wasnât dangerous, as long as you were on his good side.
honey, heâd show you dangerous.
as you took off your dress you couldnât shake the feeling of eyes on you, so you stopped. your head zipped around , trying to look for a glimpse, a person, an animal, something. but you couldnât see anything. and that shouldâve been your first sign. someone that you could hear but not see.
as you lowered yourself into the water you felt at ease. the water was the one place you were by yourself. you thought you were. everyday had you, and everyone, surrounded by people all day. but here? peace.
âisnât it dangerous at this time of night honey?â finnick emphasised as your hands shot up to cover your top half. âdonât hide now, i was enjoying the view.â you couldnât believe your eyes, finnick odair, in the flesh. god the screens didnât do him justice. i get it davine, why you wanted to hold the trident. his eyes were so green.
âw-what are you doing here?â finnick tilted his head as he crossed his arms, still on the land, âcanât i come down here? if i knew it was reserved i wouldnât have come, but it isnât, and i can do as i please. you never know whoâs around sweetheart, not the best idea to come out alone.â you didnât even notice that he was slowly taking off his own clothes till he was walking your way. âi swim here every night. no oneâs ever here.â he was in the water now, and youâd begun to slowly back away, the water engulfing you slowly. chest, shoulders, neck. âwell thatâs going to change, donât you wanna swim with me?â you shook your head as he mimicked you, shaking his head slowly, âno? you gonna stop me?â he was making his way towards you, cutting through the water like glass.
you were hyperventilating and your mind was foggy. you obviously werenât thinking properly since instead of swimming towards the shore you swam further out. you could hear his laugh as you began to swim, âdo you really think you can swim away from me? the place in which i excel? iâve chased down tributes in water, fit, healthy and much more athletic than you. trust me, youâll tire yourself out before you get any further.â but you didnât listen, all you could do was try.
the rocks were large and created a huge wall, it was a rocky area of the beach which you were using as refuge from finnick. if there was one thing you never expected it was this, being chased by finnick odair through opens waters for- what, exactly? you had no clue.
youâd mistakenly began to relax, thinking youâd lost him when you dove under the water but the unrelenting pressure on your ankle had you wailing as you were yanked under the water. your eyesight was muffled and muggy, but you knew whoâd dragged you under. finnick swam back to the surface, his hands right around you.
âshouldâve listened to me.â he smiled, perfect teeth on show, barely puffed out, where as you felt as if your heart was going to burst from exhaustion and fatigue or plain fright. ânow, iâm going to make sure, you remember me, remember what iâm going to do, and will continue to do.â you were sure his face was going to haunt you, everywhere you went. every time you saw a trident, even a damn fork. blonde hair and green eyes would send you spiralling every time you plucked them out from a crowd.
your tears were hot and streaming as you felt his hands roam, lower and lower. the rocks cut you as he pushed you into them, manipulating you into the positions he wished for. your body was so cold but his presence was like fire, his hands were warm and undeniable as they grabbed and kneaded at soft skin. his kisses were unrelenting and you were sure heâd leave a trail of bruises all over you in his wake.
youâd passed out at some point of the night, you were in the water, then on the rocks, then on the land yet you woke up in an unfamiliar home. maybe someone found you laying on the ground, you wouldnât be surprised if heâd left you there, naked and ruined.
what were you going to do? if he approached you in public? in private? in your home? who in panem would believe your truth? that finnick odair, the capitols darling was capable of such unbelievable, vile actions. theyâd probably turn it around you. heâd let them.
at least heâs not here. you thought to yourself, you could do your best to avoid him. itâs not like there arenât plenty of women, gorgeous girls that could take his attention. heâd probably picked out another girl to go after, to charm and take the normal way.
your thoughts had taken you away from the present, the present being you laying besides someone. their muscular arm draped over your waist, the sheets covered your and his bare body. âhad a good sleep did you?â finnick murmured into your neck as you froze up.
no no no no no. please no.
âyes honey. youâre here with me. now let me hold you.â he whispered as he pulled you into his chest, cautious of your patched up cuts. everything hurt. your shoulders, arms, thighs. your hands traced over the bite marks, the skin all over you, tainted.
just wishing for lonely waters in which you could relax led to you be trapped in his arms. and he sure as hell wasnât letting you go. not when you brung him so much pleasure, yeah, heâd be using you for a while, if not forever.
if only youâd been nicer.
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The Stranger & The Thief (roommate!abo)
prompt: YN needs a roommate but has never been around alphas. Harry is the alpha her parents warned her about.
word count: 9.6k+
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YN didnât mind alphas.
Not at all.
YN had grown up in a solely beta household which meant out of all of her family, she was the only omega.
It was difficult growing up, trying to figure out all the intricacies of her secondary gender when her family had no idea what any of it was or what it meant.
Heat was something that had been tortuous to figure out because she did that completely on her own.
All her parents could do was put food and water outside the locked bedroom door periodically as the heat, the pain, the agony persisted for at least five days before she started to feel relief.
A depression always followed for another week.
Then anxiety would start to consistently hurt her chest in the week leading up to her heat because her body is dreading the impending doom, of being dragged through the cycle with nothing that seemed to soothe the ache for her.
YN logically knew the solution would be an alpha, an alpha would be able to solve the problems that she was able to figure out on her own, in the privacy of her bedroom.
However, she grew up in a community that was mostly consisting of betas and omegas, there were a few alphas but none that would have been an option for YN.
Alphas intimidated her.
They were aggressive, demanding, dominant whereas she grew up around betas and omegas who were nurturing, empathic, patient.
It was two different worlds and though her parents did not speak down on alphas, that had made it clear that they felt like YN should settle for a nice beta.
YN never thought anything of it.
She did not crave an alpha.
WellâŚonly during her heats but outside of that, there was no desire to mate with one.
All of her partners up until this point had been betas, that had been just fine for her, none of them were too serious.
The closest she got to a serious relationship was Tate, a gentle beta who was nice, thoughtful, and everything YN thought that she wanted in a partner.
It had been going strong for a few months when her heat had hit.
Tate had come over to offer assistance like they had previously discussed but it had not worked out well at all.
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YN was embarrassed, she knew she had to face her boyfriend sooner or later, and she put it off for two more days after her heat.
They met at the coffee shop that was an even distance between their apartments.
Tateâs demeanor was off from the minute he sat down, he refused to look at YN directly in the eye, and he didnât reach out to hold her hand across the table like he normally did anytime that they were out together.
He was the one who spoke first, âThis isnât going to work out.â
YNâs eyes widen in utter disbelief, things had been going so well up until her heat, âTate, you cannot be serious. IâŚIâm sorry I acted that way but I did not know that was how I was going to react! WeâŚI wonât ask you to help me out again but we donât have to break up over it.â
Tate laughs without any humor, âI truly never thought you were a knot-snob.â
YN tenses at the derogatory term, it felt venomous coming out of his mouth, âWhy would you say that? Iâve never even been interested in an alpha!â
He shakes his head, lips curling upwards in the slightest, âReally? Because I came over to help you, brought groceries, other things to help take care of you, and when I walked into the bedroom, you growled at me like you were feral.â
YN swallows harshly, she remembers, very vaguely and almost through a fog but she knows what he is saying is truthful.
âYou demanded I leave because I was a âpoor excuse of a manâ because I was a beta,â Tateâs anger cracks into something more devastated which made her feel awful because that was never her intention to hurt him, she would never purposely do that, âYou said that I must be delusional to think I could satisfy you. Only an alpha could.â
YN knows thereâs tears brimming at her eyes, she was aware of how nasty she had been to him, didnât fully remember everything she had said but she did believe him about what he was repeating because itâs what went through her mind.
She remembers feeling disgust at seeing him, none of that love she normally has for him was present in her mind at the time, just pure anger that a beta thought that they could please her.
âWe just donât have to spend my heat together, Tate,â YN tries, she truly liked him, loved him as a friend, and saw potential in loving him as a partner.
Tate scoffs, self-deprecating as he finally meets her eye, âI will never be enough for you, YN. I know you werenât in your right headspace when I came over but your nature made it very clear that you would never be satisfied in our relationship.â
He takes a deep breath, âYouâŚYou were a whole different person when I came to you. I thought omegas were supposed to be sweet, pliant, and gentle during their heats. You were agitated, aggressive, and hostile in a way that truly frightened me.â
âTate, please,â YN reaches for his hand but he retracts it instinctually back onto his lap.
âIâŚI am not doing this because I want it to be like this. I saw a future with you, truly, I did. IâŚI really think that you should be with an alpha because itâd be unfair for you and the beta if you continue to date them,â Tate sighs as he gathers his coat, he does have that same gentleness when he gives her a soft smile, âI do wish you the best of luck, YN.â
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YN had curled in on herself after that, tucked away into a shell, and has been in there ever since.
Itâs been about six month since sheâd broken up with Tate and she had made the mistake of asking another beta for help during her heat, it was friend who knew what they were in for but she just had to really make sure that it was unsafe for her to be with a beta before she ruled them out of her dating life.
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YN was only on the precipice of her heat, hoping that if the beta came while she was still more cognizant that it would go more smoothly.
That turned out to be an absolute mistake.
Trevor was coming with the idea that he may need to leave within a few minutes of being there or he could be staying for the length of her heat depending on how it would go.
She had given him the key to get into her apartment so that he didnât have to wait around for her to answer the door.
YN unfortunately remembers the events that transpire but even though she was aware during their interaction, she felt out of control of her body as she typically did in heat where she couldnât stop herself from reacting as her wolf mind wanted her to.
âYN? Are you alright? Iâm here,â Trevor calls out, smiling when YN appears in the small hallway of the apartment, âOh hey, sorry I was late but there was a line at the store -â
YNâs eyes are wild, unfocused, and her hair is already messy from rolling around in her nest that she had spent time meticulously building as she started to fall into her heat, âGet the fuck out.â
âYN, listen we talked about -â Trevor begins easily, undeterred at first by her words.
âWhat? Do you think that youâre going to help me through this heat?â YN laughs meanly, shaking her head with a sharp, cruel smile, âI can smell you. What a weak fucking scent. A beta comes into my home like they can satisfy my heat. You are a joke to think you could give me what an alpha could.â
Trevor swallowed harshly, trying not to let the words hurt his feelings, his masculinity, the security he typically felt in his secondary gender but YNâs words were meant to gnaw at his insides, make him question himself.
âYN,â Trevor replies firmer, standing a bit straighter despite his hands trembling.
âBeta,â She replies but it rolls off her tongue like an insult, âYou are nothing to me. You think I would want pups from a weak fucking beta? Iâd rather never have a knot in my life than the little you have to offer me. You will never be my alpha.â
Trevor has to bite back the insulting name he would want to call her, knowing that that wouldnât be helpful but also that him being here was not going to be helpful nor did he want to stay because he was worried she was about to rip his throat out.
He shakes his head, a sour taste in his mouth at the rejection of the omega, he had already been insecure in comparison to the alphas around him.
However, he had a crush on YN, he was stupid for thinking that she would magically be okay with him supporting her through her heat, and now he was realizing that was an absolute mistake because he felt worse than he ever as has before.
In the moment, that was her goal to make him feel that he was less than and she had succeeded.
âIâm just going to leave,â Trevor tells her as he turns towards the door, his bottom lip was quivering as he hangs his head, trying desperately to rationalize this, this wasnât the kind, sweet, YN that he normally knew, this was feral at best.
âGood,â YN coos as she stands defensively in the door, her eyes were darker than Trevor had ever seen them and the smile on her face wasnât one that relayed friendliness, it was like she was about to downright murder him.
Trevor has never moved so fast in his life.
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YN was lucid enough during that to understand why Trevor avoided her like the plague after that, never returning her texts, and the one time she ran into him at the gas station, well he acted like heâd never seen her a day in his life.
She held no blame or ill-will, the things she said were nasty, cruel, and unlike her normal character but it wasnât an excuse.
YN sent him a few long messages detailing how sorry she was, how she regretted putting him in that situation because she valued him as a friend but they all got left on read.
After that, she stopped trying to find anyone to help her with her heat.
She deleted her dating apps and pushed off the idea of finding someone else.
YN also went to the doctor for her erratic behavior during these times.
âHeat-Induced Aggression and Rage Disorder,â The doctor had told her simply, unphased by her explanation of her symptoms, âMost omegas can spend their cycle with any secondary gender, even other omegas. However, the disorder occurs when an omega requires an alpha and will become aggressive when a beta or an omega attempts to help.â
âHow do I solve it?â YN asks desperately, this meant that she would never be able to spend her heat with someone and she couldnât possibly imagine actually being with an alpha, sheâd never been around one, really.
YN, of course, came in contact with alphas on the day-to-day, it wasnât like they were rare.
It was that she didnât have any friends, coworkers, or connections to alphas because she was in such a densely populated beta area before moving to the city after she graduated college.
âYou need to find an alpha whoâs willing to spend your heats with you or continue to spend you heats alone,â The doctor shrugs without any better explanation, âUnless you wish to take medication to completely stop your cycle but that has major medical risks that I would advise against, especially if you ever wish to have children.â
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Thatâs where YN is at, with a disorder that doesnât have a treatment that sounds remotely reasonable to her.
Searching whether in person or online for an alpha partner was extremely unsafe which meant that she had resorted to the fact that she would forever spend her heats alone, in pain.
It made her jealous when her omega friends bragged about how enjoyable, how blissful their heats were spent with their partners.
YN wishes she loved hers but instead, she finds herself thinking death sounds more pleasurable than forever spending five days locked in her bedroom by herself, a slave to her own nature with no help from anyone.
++ a year later ++
YN was going to pull her hair out, it was official because why was it so hard to find someone who appeared somewhat normal to fill the empty bedroom in her apartment?
For the last three years, YN had lived in peaceful harmony with her beta friend, Eileen.
Eileen had started dating her girlfriend, Regina, right after they moved in together.
Two weeks ago, Eileen had let YN know that she was moving out and in with Regina after their recent engagement which meant that she no longer had any income to help her with the rent nor the utilities in less than a month.
YN could technically afford everything on her own, the lease was in her name but it made money tight enough that she had to budget down to the dollar which she despised doing - it was much more manageable when she had someone splitting the bills with her.
And because she would rather not have to cut back on her frivolous spending like her unreasonable expensive smoothies and sure, maybe everytime she sees a pair of socks that look exceptionally comfy she feels the need to buy them.
However, after a third interview with a potential flatmate, YN thought that this may be an impossible task and she should already start her budgeting because there had been issues with all three interviewees.
The first, beta, needed the bathroom from six to nine pm with no explanation as to why.
The second, an omega, stated that she would need to be able to conduct an in-person yoga lesson with six people every other day in their living room.
The third, another beta, demanded that they split the fridge storage fifty-fifty because their last roommate put milk on their shelf of the fridge which they defined as a âpersonal attackâ because they were vegan.
So hopeless is where she found herself after that third beta.
Thatâs where Niall comes in, her lovely lovely beta friend who sometimes she worries has rocks for brain and other times heâs absolutely the most brilliant being to ever walk the earth, it just honestly depends on the day.
However, she could kiss him when he arrives at her apartment with a bag of chinese takeout and something to solve all of her issues completely, âI have a mate from work who needs a place. He makes good money so I know heâd have no issue paying his part. Heâs cool, I trust him enough to recommend him, Iâve worked with him for like six years.â
YN barely even hesitated, she trusted Niall enough to know that he wouldnât have offered the solution if he didnât think that it was a good option for her.
He does get sheepish halfway through, âIâŚI did forget to mention that heâs an alpha.â
YN pauses at that, narrowing her eyes at him because he definitely left that part out in the initial description.
âNiall-â YN begins to huff because itâs not that she totally objected but it was something for her to consider and he had just left that out.
âI know, I know,â Niall puts his hands up, âHeâs cool though. He really keeps to himself. I know youâve never been around alphas, let alone live with one but I really think it would be fine. Donât you trust me? Plus, he really needs a place to stay.â
YN really should give it more thought.
âHe just texted and said heâd be willing to pay three thirds of the rent,â Niall tells her as he looks down at his phone, âIf he can move in as soon as possible. Plus heâll cover internet and electric.â
YN really really should think on it.
Sheâd never been around an alpha, let alone lived with one, she needs to think about it, weigh the pros and cons.
âTell him he can move in on Friday,â YN finds herself saying and before she can think better of it, Niall is quickly typing away on his phone and the text alert goes off.
âHe said that works for him,â Niall gives her an oblivious thumbs up before picking back up his container of rice and clicking the movie back on like he didnât just wheel and deal the quickest decision sheâs ever made in her life.
She didnât even ask his name.
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YN typically isnât this dumb.
She actually prided herself on her impulse control and rational thinking but as she flutters around the apartment on Friday evening, trying to make it as spotless as possible for her new flatmate, she really starts to question her own sanity.
YN realizes that sheâs going to have to have serious conversations with this alpha about boundaries, what will they do when it comes to their cycles, and the thought that their scents will run rampant because they obviously wonât use neutralizers when theyâre at home.
Niall had not given much more information beside the fact that his name was Harry, he was twenty-eight, and had a higher up position in the company than Niall so they didnât always have much interaction, Niall had actually just overheard a conversation he was having on the phone.
YN finds out that he had lived on his own since college but after his landlord decided he was going to sell the house he was renting, Harry had to find somewhere else quickly, and that resulted in him moving in with a friend from university.
That friend was another alpha, which turned sour very after soon after moving in together.
Niall was a bit hesitant when he told her that the issue was Harry, not the other alpha.
Harry was territorial, more of the pack leader type, and it became apparent within days that Harry simply could not share a space with another virile alpha despite Harry forcing the other alpha to submit to him on multiple occasions, it didnât matter.
Even though Niall assured her that it wouldnât be an issue because she was an omega, it didnât make her feel much better but she has too strong of a conscious to promise a place for Harry to stay to then to pull that away from him.
Of course, Niall, the twat, couldnât make it over while Harry was moving in because he had to go to a family birthday dinner which meant that it would just be the two of them.
âIt will just be time to get to know one another,â Niall chirped easily on the phone, unbothered and oblivious to the tension that was building in YN.
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Harry was supposed to be here at six in the evening.
He quite literally knocks on the door at exactly six.
YN hesitates for a moment before opening the door, her heart was beating unusually fast, and when she opens it, it begins to pump even faster.
The man standing in front of her was clearly an alpha without her even knowing this information before hand.
It was interwoven into every aspect of his being, in a way that could be seen physically but on the other hand, it was unspoken, she couldnât quite describe it but he was exactly what she imagined an alpha to be.
All of him was defined, sharp from his jaw to his nose to his arms.
His shoulders were broad enough that YN wondered if he could even fit through the doorway without squeezing them inward.
He was tall, taller than she had imagined him, and that added with his width and the pure heft of his bulky but lean muscles - he was fucking intimidating and could hurt her without a shadow of a doubt, sheâd be defensless.
This is a bad idea.
YN should tell him he canât move in.
Her parents raised her better than to let a six foot something, very capable alpha in her home to share with her without knowing anything about him.
The fact of the matter was, he did not even look friendly.
Some alphas were like golden retrievers, easy going and a bit airheaded.
Harry was the stark opposite end of that.
The type of alpha that people avoid because of how dangerous they can be.
If YN was walking down the sidewalk and he was walking towards her, she would without a doubt cross the road to avoid bumping into him but yet, she was welcoming him into her house and something within her felt like this was a good idea.
Her inner omega that is.
Who we all know craves an alpha like water and air.
She pushes that down, as much as possible when she notices how big his hands are and how they would look holding her hips -
He has a frown on his face, the light wrinkles it causes shows YN that he has that expression quite often as he looks at her with a mixture of boredom and exasperation, he should be so fucking friendly because of how much YN is overextending to help him.
He isnât.
After a moment, YN realizes sheâd been staring at him dumbly and has yet to introduce herself.
âYN?â Harry finally asks and his voice is deep, only like an alphaâs can be, no beta could even imitate the vibrato of that tone.
âYeah, uh, come in?â YNâs voice is higher pitched than sheâd prefer as she steps aside, her greeting coming out much more like a question than a statement.
Harry blinks dully at her, a backpack over his shoulder and a few boxes next to his feet, âIf you do not want me to come in, just say it. If me being an alpha or a guy is too much, tell me now before I move all my fuckinâ stuff in. I donât like playing these back and forth games.â
YN is startled by his attitude, she canât recall a time when anyone has ever talked to her so bluntly or without politeness which again, inherently an alpha thing but it still had her off kilter a bit as his face doesnât change.
âNo, sorry, yeah. You can bring your stuff in, I havenât changed my mind,â YN steps further back into the apartment, spreading her arms, âThis is it. Sorry, I know it isnât much but I guess a roof over your head is better than nothing.â
Harry doesnât even bother to look around, doesnât compliment the comfy furniture or the cute little decorations, âItâs fine. Whereâs my room?â
YN knows her smile falls when she realizes this is going exceptionally worse than she had already been dreading, which means that she leads him around the apartment, showing him the bathroom, laundry, linen closet, and then to his room as he remains completely silent.
When he goes to begin to bring his few boxes in, YN moves to pick one up to help but he stops her abruptly, voice firm and demanding, Â âNo. Put that down.â
YNâs eyebrows shoot into her hairline, âSorry!â She apologizes for the millionth time in less than thirty minutes, âI was just trying to be helpful.â
Harry snarls his lip in the slightest, Â âAm I the alpha or are you?â
YNâs swallows harshly, voice small, âYou are.â
âRight. I am the alpha, I will move the heavy boxes, I will unpack. It is my job, not yours,â Harry tells her as he brushes past her to deposit the box into his room before coming out for the next one without anything else to say.
YN should probably stand her ground, set those firm boundaries but she doesnât, instead she hides out in her room with her cat, Beatrice, (who was also hiding from the unknown visitor) and does not plan to come out until tomorrow morning or until heâs asleep.
But no, when itâs nearly ten at night, YN finally gathers enough courage to knock on his bedroom door to set the house rules, the boundaries because she couldnât make Harry like her but they could at least be civil.
Or so she thought.
Harry answered the door after a minute, his shirt was off and he was just in a pair of joggers, there was stuff all over his room that he was obviously in the midst of organizing but it also looked worse before everything fit perfectly into place.
âWhat?â He asks impatiently, like he has a timeframe and YN is disrupting something major.
YNâs mind goes completely blank for a moment because for the first time since he came in, probably because it was night time and his morning scent neutralizers had worn off but she can smell his natural scent for the first time.
It was stronger because he didnât have anything blocking his glands, his chest was heavily tattooed, and unfairly defined, looking as if he never spent a minute outside of the gym with muscles cut in places YN didnât even know muscle existed.
His scent wasâŚunlike anything that she had ever smelled in her life.
It was rich, deep, and dark.
It made her dizzy, sleepy, like she could fall into a trance of getting lost in it.
Thick, warm waves of it seemed to short-circuit her mind and make it hard for her to even remember what her purpose was of standing in front of him.
She had never reacted so strongly to scent in her life, never even noticed most of the time what others smelled like but this was seeping into her veins and she couldnât quite get enough of it as she tried to subtly breathe it in as much as possible.
âWhat do you want?â Harry reiterates, louder and definitely more annoyed as he crosses his arms.
YN has to blink a few times before sheâs shaking her head, âUh, I just wanted to go over likeâŚ.house rules? Anything you need from me? Boundaries? How can we operate around each other since weâre going to be living together?â
Harry jaw clenches, his nostrils flared, and he looks appalled.
YN realizes then that he must be able to smell her and by his reaction, he must absolutely hate her scent which made shame and mortification run through her body, of being rejected by this alpha was absolutely confidence crushing.
YN swallows down the whine.
Harryâs eyes trace up to her once, âHereâs the house rules, stay out of my way, and Iâll stay out of yours. Iâm not looking for a friend. Iâm only looking for a place to stay. Understood?â
YNâs mouth is dry, her brain is having a hard time focusing on the harshness of his words because his scent is flashing bright sparkles in her eyesight at the same time, âWhat about your rut? My heat?â
Harryâs eyes narrow, turning a bit predatory, dangerous for a moment before heâs replying, âIâm sure you have help. If you bring another beta or omega here, that will be fine. I will not bother you. Niall told me you do not typically associate with alphas.â
âUm, okayâŚThat works,â YN lies because she really canât have another omega or beta here but if she has too, maybe she can try again? Maybe if they come over while sheâs not yet in her heat? Sheâll have to think about that later, âYour rut?â
âI have it handled,â Harry replies defensively, stepping back and putting his hand on the doorknob, âJust give me a heads up beforehand so that I wonât be blindsided by coming home to the scent change but I will also communicate that with you.â
âOkay, that sounds good-â
The door is shut on her without her even being able to finish her sentence.
âRude ass fucking alpha,â YN mutters under her breath as she shakes her head, when she plops on her bed, she may or may not scream into her pillow for a moment because she just got herself into a worse situation than she could imagine.
But yet it hasnât once crossed her mind to kick him out.
Why?
She doesnât have a clue.
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YN does not see Harry once during the first two weeks of him living with her.
Not even a glimpse.
And YN would actually wonder if he still even lived here if she wasnât constantly overwhelmed by his scent.
He must come out of his room once YN is asleep, she does not understand how it is so thick, cloying on every surface of her apartment.
The second you walk in, it hits you, and lets anybody who enters know that an alpha lives here, there would not even be a doubt.
YN vaguely finds herself wondering one night as she sits on her couch whether or not Harry had scent marked the apartment, claiming it as his territory.
She had heard alphas do that, especially when they live with their omega to show that their mate has an alpha who protects them and their home.
However, thatâs not the case here, and YN is pretty sure that Harry doesnât even remotely like her, let alone want to live here so why would he want to claim it?
She rules that out as a possibility, mostly, but when she wakes up in the morning and he had already left for the day, well she canât help but notice as fucking beautiful her house smells.
YN only gets her heat every six months with the suppressant sheâs on but the entire month leading up to it, she finds herself starting to get more rooted in her omega tendencies.
Harry had been living with her for fourish months by this point and nothing had changed since the beginning.
He didnât use the living room, showered early before YN would wake up and was already gone, and stayed out of the kitchen before she would go to bed.
In the four months, the sightings had been few and far between and she realized that he meant it very literally when he said that heâll stay out of her way if she stays out of his.
In the sparse times theyâve shared space, whether it was in the hallway or kitchen, Harryâs lip would always curl up and his nose twitched which always incited a bit of insecurity about her scent.
She had always gotten compliments on hers, how light and powdery it smelled like clean laundry spritzed with a hint of orange blossom and vanilla.
YN did not understand why it was so unappealing to the alpha but he was in for a rude awakening as the month leading up to her heat began.
Her scent got noticeably stronger, she felt the urge to scentmark more items in her apartment to claim that this was her home and safe space.
As expected, Harry didnât say anything the day it all started to intensify.
And to be fair, he never said anything to her.
The closest thing she would get was a low grunt of greeting but despite that, she felt safe with him in her home, and never had any worry that she was in danger.
The alpha made her feel an overwhelming sense of security, in fact, that she had never felt with any beta or omega.
It wasnât necessary that he was mean to her or treated her poorly, he justâŚwas there.
He didnât bring anyone home with him, never asked if he could have someone spend the night nor has she ever smelled any visitors either.
However, things really start to change in the beginning of October, the month before her heat would crest and peak before the cycle started all over again.
The first major change she would notice was the difficulty sleeping.
Normally, she slept better than most without typically ever having to get up in the middle of the night or any tossing and turning.
When October hit, it felt near impossible for her to fall asleep and then when she was so exhausted that she did end passing out, it wouldnât be long before she was awake again which made her always feel like she needed a nap.
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It was late for a weekday, the clock showing that it was close to midnight, and she had to be up for work at six in the morning but her body did not seem to get the memo because after attempting to sleep since ten, it had not been successful.
YN decided to give it some time before she laid back down again.
YN grabbed a bag of pretzels from the cupboard, gave Beatrice one of the squeeze tubes of tuna-flavored goop, and cuddled up on the couch in the living room.
Of course, nothing sounded good as she flipped through the options, and decided on a romantic comedy that didnât really interest her but it was her best option to make her sleepy, even if it was from the boredom of a corny film.
YN was about thirty-five minutes in when she realized that the movie wasnât a helpful tool to fall asleep because she was completely interested in the plot line and she was even more awake than before trying to follow the story.
It made her jump in the slightest when the lock turns in the front door before itâs being opened roughly as Harry walks into the small entryway, shutting the door behind him, and beginning to shuck his coat without even realizing she was sitting there.
She hears him grumpily mumble, âAlways leaves the fuckinâ television on.â
Which, yeah, she does forget half the time and the other half she feels like Beatrice likes it on for comfort.
Harry looked worn down, tired, and as beautiful as ever.
He had a duffle over his shoulder that most likely held his work clothes and gym outfit because YN was quite sure that after he was down at his office, he went to the gym which he was at for quite a long time.
She vaguely remembers Niall saying that he boxes occasionally for money and that he trains daily which was a pretty brutal routine of working out before work and after work with no time for relaxation in between.
After heâs lined his shoes up neatly against the wall, (YN notices that he also does the same with her shoes that she had half-haphazardly kicked off when she came home from work), he walks into the living room.
It was obvious that he was going toward the television to shut it off but he lets out the lowest growl of surprise when he spots YN tucked deeply into the corner of the couch with a blanket tucked like a burrito around her.
And YN had never heard, in real life, an alpha growl before.
Instead of being scared, she felt the sudden urge to purr, which scared the absolute shit out of her because why the fuck would she want to purr? Sheâd only done that when she was a pup and never in her adult life.
Why would she want to do that when this alpha was obviously on edge to the point of growling.
âWhat are you doing?â Harry grunts, voice sharp and annoyed, nostrils flaring as he must take in her smell.
âI couldnât sleep,â YN replies hesitantly, eyes darting back up to the screen and then to him because his gaze was so intense and accusatory - it was her house, she could be wherever she wanted when she wanted no matter what time.
âWhy?â Harry follows up, his arms crossing over his chest, and making his biceps look unfairly big.
YN grits her teeth, debating on whether she wants to give him a snarky remark to mind his business but then she remembers that she has to live with him and would rather not have them on worse terms then they already seem to be on.
âI always have difficulty sleeping the month of my pre-heat,â YN shrugs, a little embarrassed to be talking about something so intimate with someone who likely did not want to hear anything about her personal life.
âIs that normal?â Harryâs brow furrows, not seeming to like her answer to his question.
YN swipes her tongue across her front teeth nervously, âUm, not really. IâŚI have a lot of issues regarding my heats and that is one of many. Yeah, I see a doctor but thereâs only so much they can do, I guess.â
Harry nods in understanding, doesnât ask anymore questions or even acknowledge her again as he goes about making himself something to eat before disappearing into his room without another word to her which she was used to by this point.
YN rewinds the movie at bit, she couldnât really focus when Harry was in the vicinity, and his smell was so fucking overwhelming as he obviously hadnât showered after the gym and was waiting until he got home.
It wasnât a bad smell, neither of sweat or filth.
No, it was just that his already delicious smell was stronger, darker, and just encompassing every molecule of the apartment.
It takes her a moment to refocus her attention back on the screen and remember where she had left off, vaguely hearing the shower start to run before heâs shutting the door to his bedroom a little more roughly than a normal.
The plot takes a very unexpectant twist at the end and YN didnât realize that this rom-com had a sad ending which she really wasnât used to in most films like this.
After working through all the turmoil and drama that kept popping up for this couple, they finally get it right, and the alpha was about to propose to the omega when he got in a car accident, and ended up passing away.
YN doesnât not even recognize that she is sobbing like an absolute baby until Harry is standing in front of her with a twitch of irritation in his jaw and only in a pair of joggers, nothing stopping her from seeing the bare, defined muscle of his upper half.
âWhy are you crying?â Harry asks as he looks down at her, arms crossed yet again.
YN wipes her face with the sleeve of her oversized hoodie, tears tracks surely making her face puffy as she sits up, âIt ha-had a really sad ending I wasnât expecting,â YN nods up towards where the credit were rolling, âTh-The alpha dies and doesn't get to pro-propose.â
âThatâs got you all worked up?â Harry sighs as he moves to grab the remote, flicking off the television and motioning for her to stand up, âYou need to try to go to sleep.â
âI canât sleep,â YN nearly whines, making tears start again.
Oh, did she mention she gets unreasonably emotional during her pre-heat?
âTry,â Harry insists and he gently grabs her wrist, pulling her to her feet, âFor both of our sakes, please just try to get some rest.â
YN frowns at that, why does it matter to him?
She hates that she feels disappointed when he lets go of her.
âOkay,â YN agrees as she shuffles her feet towards her bedroom, despising that despite how unfriendly the alpha is, she finds herself wanting comfort from him whichâŚit just doesnât make any sense and she pushes those thoughts to the very back of her mind.
YN veers off towards the bathroom first and by the time she turns to say goodnight, Harryâs already back in his room with the door shut, and she just ends up sighing before shutting the door of the bathroom to use it before she tries to sleep again.
As she sits down, she notices a pile of fabric in the corner near the sink, and out of curiosity once sheâs done, she plucks it up and holds it out.
It was the shirt that Harry had been wearing when he came home, the one he worked out in, and it was absolutely drenched in that smell that made YN weak at the knees.
Harry was meticulously clean.
He never even left behind as much as a crumb of a sandwich and so seeing a shirt of his was unusual because it had never happened before.
YN has no excuse for her behavior, doesnât really even consciously realize that sheâs doing it until sheâs back in her room with his shirt tucked up into her hoodie.
She pulls it out and pathetically enough, brings it to her nose where it just smells of alpha, comfort, security, and everything she could ever imagine
It feels wrong, invasive to his privacy almost, and she has never done anything like this in her life.
There was something that outweighed all those negative feelings because she finds that as soon as she lays down and tucks the shirt around her pillow to lay her face into, her eyes instantly become droopy and in no time, sheâs out like a light.
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YN tries to push the whole shirt incident out of her mind the next day, blaming it on her pre-heat haziness, and absolutely nothing else.
Logically, she knows she should return his shirt to him, at least tossing it in his hamper but his scent lingered for days afterwards and there was a direct correlation to how much better she had been sleeping since.
When the scent was completely gone, it was like clockwork that YN began to not be able to fall asleep.
It leads her to another night on the couch, another night of Harry coming in late, and being irritated that she was still awake.
âYou were fine the last few nights,â Harry notes as his greeting, no âhelloâ or âhow was your dayâ.
YN bites the corner of her lip, lowering the volume a tad on the television, âI know.â
âSo why are you up right now?â Harry questions and god, are all alphas this blunt and impersonal or was it just this alpha in particular.
âBecause I couldnât sleep,â YN replies like itâs obvious.
Harry bares his teeth slightly, âWhy canât you sleep?â
âI told you, my pre-heat,â YN realizes that sheâs getting a bit defensive because the real answer is much more mortifying and something she would never actually share with him.
He steps in, dropping his duffle unceremoniously, and walks closer to her.
Harry starts to speak slowly, precisely like heâs trying to get YN to understand, âI am not stupid. I understand that. I am asking you, what made you sleep the last few nights? You slept like a rock when I check-, when I walked past your room.â
YN shouldnât react the way she does but she feels in a way that all the tension between them bubbles up.
Not to mention, itâs incredibly irritating to her how drawn her omega is to him, his scent, his presence, and she fucking hates it because heâs a dickhead.
âI donât fuckin know, okay? Leave it alone. Iâm allowed to be in my living room at whatever hour of the night I please without a fucking interregation,â YN snaps at him angrily, cursing when tears start to drip down her cheeks, and these hormones just sucked, amplifying every emotion she has ten-fold.
Harry lets out a low growl at that, just like the other night, and it doesnât scare YN once again.
No, for some reason it makes her anger ebb just the slightest.
âStop the attitude,â Harry replies evenly but his voice was deeper, âI was just checking in on you.â
Anyone else telling her to stop her attitude?
It would have escalated into a nasty fight.
YN instead just deflates, curling up further into her blanket, and covering her face because she just couldnât get in control of the tears that were streaming down.
He must think sheâs a lunatic.
Harry leaves her once again to go shower.
YNâs absolutely praying that he leaves a shirt rumbled on the floor again, despite how guilty that thought makes her feel.
She just wants sleep and for her hormones to even out.
YN feels a bit like a criminal when she goes to the bathroom, soon after Harry had went back out to make himself something for dinner, and thereâs a massive disappointment in her stomach when the bathroom is as spotless as always.
She is craving the scent, she knows she can get another fix of it but it would definitely be in his hamper, in his room, and itâs such an invasion of privacy for her to go in there but then again, heâs frying something on the stovetop and he wouldnât knowâŚ
YNâs never stolen in her life, not even gum or nail polish when she was younger, and itâs not even really stealing because sheâll give it back as soon as the scent wears off (but thatâs not really true because she hasnât returned his other shirt and has no intention of it).
Sheâs already opened his door, quickly scoping out the space, and realizing that his bedroom was the absolute fucking motherload of everything she could ever dream of.
If she thought their whole apartment smelled like him, his bedroom was if you bottled it in a jar, it was thicker, more cloying than ever, and she noticed a purring in her chest before she realized she was doing it and stopped.
If she was completely insane, she would try to grab as much as possible, until her arms are overflowing and she canât carry out anything else without it falling.
But sheâs not that far off the deep end that she did that, she felt creepy enough as she tiptoed over to his laundry hamper and snatched the shirt that was lying on top, the one that Harry had walked in the apartment wearing early.
YN wishes she could loiter a bit longer but that meant a higher chance that she was going to get caught.
She is surprisingly successful as she sneaks back into her room, proud that she now has two shirts to add to her nest.
YN always had a nest, it provided her comfort and security but she absolutely loved that she could intertwine the fabric together with her soft blankets.
This meant she was guaranteed a few more good night sleeps.
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YN was running incredibly behind for work the next.
She had slept so well that she must have turned off her alarm instead of snoozing iit.
Because when she finally cracks her eyes open, the sun is breaking through her blinds, and her body knows that it is much later than six in the morning.
Her phone confirms that when she clicks on the screen she sees that it is seven-thirty-five.
Any other day, it really wouldnât be that big of a deal because besides meetings she could make her own schedule.
Of course, of course, she sleeps on the day of an important presentation that she was the head presenter on.
It started at nine which didnât give her much wiggle room because the commute takes a decent amount of time and thatâs if thereâs no hectic traffic.
âShit, shit, shit,â Â YN chants to herself when rolls out of bed, glaring judgmentally at Beatrice, and muttering, âYou wake me up every other morning for breakfast, but not today, of all days?â
Beatrice blinks slowly at her before she lifts her paw pointedly and nibbles on it.
Thereâs no time for a shower or the makeup she wanted to do.
The only luck that was on her side was that she laid her outfit out last night after being incredibly indecisive about what she wanted to wear in front of the board of higher ups.
She had tugged her hair up into a loose ponytail that actually passed for the messy updo style, and put on her best push-up bra right after.
YN figured that while she was tugging on her trousers that she could go out to feed Beatrice, Â the button was being finicky as it always tending to be so she was looking down as she begin down the hall, and nearly fell backwards when she runs into something hard, warm, and delicious smelling.
Harryâs big hands reach out and wrap around her bare arms, keeping her upright as she yelps in surprise, pants going unbuttoned for a moment as she grips Harryâs forearms for stability and looks at him with wide eyes.
His nostrils are flaring viciously, an irritated growling rumbling through his chest, and he keeps his eyes on her the full time.
They never once darted down to her chest, Â that not only was just covered by her bra but was also sheer enough that her nipples were completely visible through the nude fabric.
YN is confused by her own desire to just curl into his chest and feel his shirtless chest against her barely clothed one, and what the fuck.
âWha-â YN stammers in confusion, why is he home?
âWhy arenât you at work?â Harry asks pointedly, his jaw was clenched tightly enough that it must be aching with soreness.
âI-I overslept,â She replies shakily, his hands still gripping her arms, fingertips pressing in, âI need to feed Beatrice.â
âNo, what you need to do is get yourself dressed. Do you walk around half-naked with every alpha you know? Sâindecent,â Heâs scolding her like a child as he finally steps back.
YN has been so nice up until this point, despite how wonky her hormones have been.
Sheâs typically never a nasty person.
She rarely ever gets angry either.
However, today was the wrong day to fuck with her.
âFuck you,â YN snaps back out of her stupor, much to Harryâs surprise, âI told I was late and I didnât think youâd be home because youâre always at work by now. Iâm sorry Iâve offended you with my body, prick.â
YN turns on her heel, storming back to her room, and snatching up her phone to check the time to see an email notification from her work.
Good morning,
We hope this email finds you well. Our office has to be unfortunately shut down for the next few days due to a major power outage after flooding in the basement of the building. We are estimating a three to four day shutdown. To show our gratitude for your patience, these days will be marked as paid time off. Stay tuned for more information and updates.
Thank you,
Evergreen Financial Accounting
YN feels a huge weight lifted off her chest because not only does she get a few days to relax but now she isnât going to be late to her important presentation .
However, she does not feel completely relieved because the anger chewing at her over her housemate is just as heavy, even more prominent, and has triggered her inner hormonal omega.
YN fees a flash of defiance which is never a good sign as she usually never tries to rock the boat or cause a stir, prefers to fly under the radar.
No, not today.
YN storms back out of her room because she was going to feed Beatrice in her bra and unbuttoned work slacks if she wanted to.
Harry was sat on the living room couch which was an uncommon sight, a protein drink in a shaker cup, and his eyes on his phone in the opposite hand.
YN goes back into the kitchen, deciding she might as well make herself a breakfast sandwich while sheâs at it after she fills Beatriceâs bowl.
She can feel his eyes on her, intense and if it could, his gaze would be burning a hole in her back with how directed and annoyed it was.
YN moves slowly, now that sheâs in no rush at all, and she feels stupid for being surprised when Harry lets out a snarl loud enough to echo in the space.
YN doesnât turn around.
It feels dangerous, sheâd learned over and over again growing up to never ever antagonize an alpha, and here she was.
When she doesnât respond to the noise, it gets louder and makes her ears ring just the slightest, heâs trying to force her attention on him.
Bossy, ill-mannered alpha.
His voice is closer when he speaks, she never even hears him get up.
âGo get some fuckinâ clothes on,â Harry orders, Â his voice deeper, raspier than she had ever heard it.
But it also sent a very unpleasant spark of nervousness up her spine because the alpha in front of her was past the point of being annoyed, he was furious.
His shoulders were as broad as they could go, his teeth flashing at her, and his scent was richer, thicker, tinged with a sharp pine.
The playful, brattiness dissipates from her body as his growls stay loud, demanding, deafening.
YN doesnât realize at first what a bad decision it is to flip her hair over her shoulder, putting her bare bond spot right on display in front of an agitated alpha.
To her utter dismay, he steps forward and their chests are nearly touching, his eyes were now completely focused on the curve of her neck.
When he reaches up, cupping the side of her neck, and curiously thumbs over the spot, YN cannot control the whine that leaves her throat.
His eyes move directly back up to hers, the noise drags him for his daze, and back into reality.
He actually does look her up and down this time, eyes lingering on her chest for a minute before heâs hissing at her once again, âGo get a fucking shirt on.â
With that, heâs turning and grabbing his duffle before storming out the front door, shutting it hard enough it vibrates but then she still hears him take the time to lock it.
Stupid fucking alpha.
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