#he is pacing so fast and rambling about everything and nothing (interrupting himself every 2 mins to go 'my brain fucKING HU R T S')

[feralghxuls]

projection time. when one of the ghouls gets a migraine, the others will corral them to a quiet corner/room and gently pile on top of them to protect them from Sounds and Colors & allow them to rest

or if they need to pace it out first, theyll make sure no ones gonna bother them & provide Distraction (depending on the ghoul, this could be reading to them or rambling about random shit)

[moon-light-jukebox]

“All you have to do is ask.” Chapter 6 - [Reid x Reader]

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Summary: After a long stretch of crimefighting, Reader and Spencer finally get a chance to spend some time together. Reader is ready to give Dr. Reid the proper introduction to female domination and BDSM he asked for.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x (Female) Reader

Category: 85% Smut, 10% Fluff, 5% Angst.

Word Count: 7.9k for Chapter 6

Content Warnings: BDSM, Femdom, thigh riding, pegging, orgasm denial, spitting, slapping, bondage, sub drop, aftercare, brief mention of menstruation (just in case that needs a warning). This chapter is filthy, y’all. 

A/n: Before we begin, I wanted to give a small warning. When I started this story, I wanted to give an honest portrayal of BDSM/Femdom. The before, during, and after are equally important. Sub/Dom drop is a very real and emotional thing. But don’t worry, Reader is always there for our nervous boy.

y/n = your name. y/l/n = your last name. Italicized text is Reader’s thoughts.

-- Chapter 6 – “Dirty thing” --

Things started to move so fast after Illinois. We arrived home late Sunday night only to be called back out on Monday morning to assist the Tucson Police with a child abduction. We were finishing up the paperwork when the call came in from Florida about a series of car-jackings that weren’t really car-jackings.

It had been more than 2 weeks since that night in the hotel room, and all I had since then were just moments with my Dr. Reid. He sat next to me on the plane sometimes, his hand resting on my thigh when he was certain no one could see. He had placed a kiss on the back of my neck while we were standing in the conference room in Florida. I was surviving on these stolen moments.

Spencer seemed to be happy with our first BDSM experience together, which was a relief to me. I had never had a submissive that was inexperienced before. I felt a great deal of pressure where he was concerned; I knew the toll one bad partner could have on a person.

Some nights Spencer would call me from his hotel room. I would give him instructions on how I wanted him to touch himself; listening to his desperation grow every time he brought himself to the edge and I pulled him back. We experimented a bit with degradation. Learning the complexities of Spencer Reid was quickly becoming one of my favorite pastimes.

After Florida we made a brief stop in Alabama; Hotch informed us that we were only spending one night here and that we would be departing at 7:30 am the following morning. Our unit chief also swore that we were going to have the weekend off; no interruptions. I’ll believe it when I see it, was all I could think. Glancing around to the rest of the team, I could see they agreed with me.

We all had separate rooms that night, thankfully. If I had to listen to Emily snore for one more night, I might lose my mind. I wasn’t sure how JJ did it. Coming into my room, I kicked my shoes off and headed for the bed. I pulled my phone out of my bag before I very unceremoniously flopped down on the bed. The pace of the last 2 weeks was starting to wear on me.

I brought up my text messages when there was a hesitant knock on my door. It was just past 8 pm; it was risky, but I knew it had to be Spencer. I hurried towards the door, throwing it open to reveal his sheepish face. Wasting no time, I grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him into the room.

“What are you doing?” I hissed. “Someone could have seen you.”

"I'm not allowed to go to my friend's room to hang out?"

He has a point. “Well, you never know! It’s better to be safe.”

His full lips turned down into a pout. “I just wanted to spend some time with you. I missed you, y/n.” Is my heart fluttering like that a sign of a medical problem? I wondered. “And not just the…stuff we do. I just…I just missed being with you.”

How could I stay mad at that? “I missed you too, baby.” I took his hand in mine, guiding him over to the bed. He propped up on the pillows beside me, both hands coming up to loosen his tie.

“Can I ask you a question?”

I snorted a bit. “Yeah, Doc, I think you can ask me anything you want at this point.”

“Well,” his cheeks were starting to turn pink. “We’ve been…” I wonder what he’s gonna call it. “…serious”Hmm, that’s fair. “for almost 4 weeks now, 27 days and 14 hours, give or take, depending on when you wanted to say this started.”

“Get to the point, darling.”

“Right,” he muttered. “Well, we’re supposed to have this weekend off. And I don’t have any plans.” He dropped his eyes to his hands which were twisting nervously. “I understand if you have plans, of course. Or you’re just not in the mood. Statistically speaking, given the time we’ve spent together,” your likely to have your period soon-“

“Woah,” I interrupted. “Let’s pump those breaks, Doc.” Spencer looked horrified that he had rambled on so much and equally relieved that I had stopped him. “First of all, I have an IUD. I don’t get my period very often.” I can’t believe he’s talking about my period. “And second, the only plans I have this weekend involve grocery shopping and laundry.”

“Oh,” he said quietly. “Me too.”

I pulled my lips together between my teeth to try and suppress my smile. “Are you asking about my weekend plans because you’re interested in being a part of them? Or just out of curiosity?” Come on, Doc. All you have to do is ask me.

“I was-I was wondering if you wanted to spend some time together this weekend? If you’re not busy.”

My sweet, sweet boy. I stretched my body up, bringing my lips to his. I brushed my mouth over his in a very sweet and unhurried kiss. “No, Doc. I’m not busy.” I felt his lips smile against my own. “And maybe we can try some new things if you’re interested.”

“I’m more than interested in everything related to you,” he breathed against my lips.

--

It was decided that Spencer would come to my apartment Saturday in the early evening. I left the exact time up to him, in case he had anything he needed to do on this rare weekend off.

It was around 2 pm when my phone chimed with a text message from him.

“What time is okay for me to come over?”

I laughed out loud; I should have expected this. “Whenever you want, Doc.”

His response was immediate, which was also rare. “Can I come over now?”

“Sure, Doc. But I want you to bring something with you.”

--

I pulled open the door a short time later to find a very nervous looking Spencer Reid. Even out of work, he was still dressed the same as always. He had dark slacks on, a navy shirt, and a cardigan, he had forgone the tie today, and he was clutching the strap of his messenger bag for dear life.

“Hi, Doc,” I greeted him with a huge smile before waving him in. I saw him taking inventory of my apartment. From the art on the walls to the rug on the floor to the books on the bookshelf. "You need a bigger bookshelf," he said at last.

He wasn’t wrong. “I suppose I do. But not all of us can have a whole wall as a bookshelf, Doc.” I put my hand on his arm, pulling him into my living room, then down onto my couch. His entire body was tense, his eyes moving around nervously. I leaned closer, putting my hand on the side of his face, drawing his gaze to meet mine.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I reminded him.

“I want to do this. I do.” He swallowed nervously, flexing his fingers. “I just…I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what’s going to happen. And I don’t want to mess up. And I’m so nervous that I’ll do something wrong.”

I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Hey, hey. Take a breath. I’m serious. Take a deep breath.”

He rolled his eyes but complied.

“Spencer, I don’t expect you to just come in here and jump into a world that you’ve never been a part of before. I’m nervous too.”

That had his eyes widening. “You are? But why? You know what you’re doing.”

It doesn’t feel like I do. “Every person is different, Spencer, and I haven’t cared about a submissive the way I care about you in a long time.” My boy smiled at that. “Before we do anything, we’re going to let you get comfortable. I’m not going to do anything that we haven’t already discussed. If you feel uncomfortable, say “yellow” and I will pull back. If you don’t want to do anything more, say “red” and we will stop right then.”

He bit his full bottom lip, his eyes widening as he continued to meet my gaze. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Just when I think my heart can’t possibly handle another crack in it. I cupped his jaw in both of my hands. “You could never disappoint me, Spencer. Never.” I said the words with 100% sincerity and honesty. It was true. “Even if you decide this isn’t what you want and you walk out right now, I’ll never be disappointed.” If he left right now I would feel a lot of things, but disappointment in him wouldn’t be one of them.

“Okay,” he breathed. “Can…Can I kiss you now? I don’t know-“

I leaned closer, my lips hovering millimeters from his own. “Yes,” I whispered. “You can kiss me.”

His lips were tender as they brushed mine. It was like nothing we had done previously mattered, my nervous boy was still so afraid, but still so desperate and so curious.

I pulled back right as his tongue flicked over the seam of my mouth, resting my forehead against his. “Let’s not get carried away,” I chuckled. “I still need to talk to you.”

Spencer sat back, his hands folded on his lap, looking at me expectantly.

Forever the eager student. "The scene begins when I send you into the bedroom alone. It ends when you cum. That can always change if you decide you want it to stop." He needed to know that. “Since this is your first experience, I want you to be prepared for some pretty intense emotions once we’re done, I promise I’ll be right here with you to get you through anything, should you feel it.” My boy’s eyes were wide, but he nodded. Still so trusting. “I’ll be using toys on you this time. I ordered them a few weeks ago and they’ve all been sterilized.”

His brow quirked at that. “You had to buy them?”

It was impossible to contain my laugh. “I didn’t think you’d be okay with toys that had been used on other people, no matter how well I sterilized them.”

The horrified expression on his face did nothing to help me suppress my laughter.

“Anyway,” I went on, still attempting to get myself under control. “I have various sizes for different things. I assume you’ve never done any sort of anal play on your own?”

There’s that blush. “No, y/n, I haven’t. Does that matter?”

“No, sweet boy, not in the way you think. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. So, we will start with smaller sizes. If you decide you like it, we’ll work up to bigger ones. Or if you like the small ones, we can stick with those.”

He was shifting his hips unconsciously. “You’d be okay with that?”

Moving quickly, I lifted my leg over both of his, my hands pushing his shoulders to the back of the couch, my heat settling over his cock. He’s already a little hard, I thought with a smirk. I leaned forward, my mouth finding the softness of his neck, my lips skimming down to his pulse point before placing a soft kiss there.

Spencer groaned softly, his hands resting on my hips. He knew our scene hadn’t started yet, which made him bolder with his touch.

Kissing my way up to his ear, I took the lobe between my teeth, tugging softly, before I spoke. "I just want to fuck you, Dr. Reid. I don't care what size cock I fuck you with." I don't know if he shivered at the feeling of my breath against him or at my words. Hopefully both. I placed one last kiss on his neck before I moved off of him.

His bewildered expression amused me greatly. “But, before any of that, did you bring what I asked?”

It took my brilliant boy a second to remember what I was talking about. He reached for the messenger bag beside him. “Yes,” he muttered, opening the bag to pull out several books. “But I wasn’t sure what sort of book you wanted me to bring. So, I brought a few different options.” He set 4 books down on my coffee table. “What are they for?”

“You’re going to read to me,” I said, not attempting to hide my smile.

"…I am?" At my nod, he said, "Oh..okay. Do you want to do that now?”

“Don’t look so disappointed, baby.” I held out my hand to him. “Come with me.”

Curious as ever, my boy followed me into my bedroom, his eyes scanning over the bed, resting on the small chest that sat at the end of it.  

“…Are we…” he trailed off.

"Sort of. I wanted to try something first before we officially start.” I turned to him, my fingers moving slowly up his chest until I reached his collar. “It will help me get you ready for later. Is that okay?” Still so nervous. Spencer nodded quickly; his pupils were already beginning to dilate. I rose up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his pouty mouth.  "We're not really in a scene right now. I know that can be confusing, and it's not something I would normally do, but you've never done this, so I thought it would be best." I pressed another kiss to his jaw.  "You can touch me, just not under my clothes yet. Alright, baby?"

He mumbled his response while I pulled him forward until the back of my knees hit the bed, bringing him tumbling down with me. His hands tangled in my hair when my mouth found his. I didn’t pull away this time when his tongue flicked over my lips. I let him in with a soft sigh, moving my hands to tug on his soft, messy curls. I shifted until my pelvis was aligned with his, beginning to rock slowly.

This whole exercise was a bit of a tease, but I needed for him to be aroused for what I had planned. The more aroused he was the better.

I tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, running my hands underneath the fabric. "Hey," he whispered, pulling back to smile at me. I ignored the way my heart fluttered at his tone. “You said not under the clothes.”

Smiling back at him, I hooked my leg around his hips, pulling him down further. I used that momentum to flip him onto his back while I straddled him. He looks so surprised, I thought smugly. He knows I help teach seminars on defensive tactics.  

“Wrong again, Dr. Reid,” I murmured, my lips moving down his cheek to his jaw, to his ear. “I said you couldn’t put your hands under my clothes, baby,” I whispered against his ear. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.” I brought my hand up to wrap around his throat, applying a small amount of pressure to each side. I pressed my still covered pussy against the bulge in his pants. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

Spencer didn’t even wait until the words were out of my mouth before he started to whimper. I lifted my body until I was sitting up then I brought my hands to his belt. My fingers were unzipping his fly before I spoke again. “I asked you a question, Dr. Reid. Or does that memory of yours stop working when you become a whimpering, needy little mess?” My words were harsher than they had ever been with him before; he’d really enjoyed the degradation we had done so far and said he was open to pushing it a bit further. Ask and you shall receive, baby.

I moved off of him then, rising to my feet at the side of the bed. First, I slid his shoes off. Then I reached up to pull his pants down. Then my thumbs hooked in the waistband of his underwear. I let out an exaggerated sigh as I climbed back on top of his body. My lower body was still completely covered but he was bare from the waist down.

He wasn’t prepared for when my right hand shot out and grabbed his face. My thumb digging into the left side of his face. “That’s twice you’ve not answered me, Dr. Reid.” I lifted my hand from his face and quickly brought it back down quickly. Not as hard as I had the last time we were together like this. Not yet.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” he whimpered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Are you?” I moved my hand down to grip his hard cock in my hand, squeezing him, enjoying the way his eyes fluttered at the action. “I don’t know if I believe that, Dr. Reid.” My hand was pumping him steadily now. “I think you need to apologize a bit better than that.”

His eyes shot open and he subconsciously licked his lips, causing me to chuckle and still my hands movements. “Oh no, you can’t have that. You haven’t earned that, my nervous boy. Look at you. Look how much your cock is leaking precum already.” I brought my hands up unbutton his shirt. “You’re just a needy thing, aren’t you? It’s almost pathetic.”

Spencer was shifting his hips again, trying to get some sort of friction. “I’m sorry, Miss.”

Once his shirt was unbuttoned, I brought my hands up to his throat, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. “I know.” I lifted up, raking my nails down his pale chest. “Which is why you’ll be my good boy now, won’t you?”

He nodded quickly, his eyebrows coming together when I moved off of him. I knelt in front of the trunk at the end of my bed. He propped himself up on his elbows as I opened the chest and pulled two items out before I moved back over towards him.

“Move up the bed, lay in the center.”

Crawling back onto the bed, I hovered above him, before I began to move down his body. I kept eye contact with him the entire time. It’s okay, baby. I would never hurt you. “Do you know what this is, Spencer?”

I think hearing his name surprised him; he forgot that we weren’t technically in a scene yet. I had only acted this way because I wanted to bump his simmering arousal up to a flaming inferno. I knew my boy would become more nervous if he wasn’t a whimpering, desperate mess. He nodded.

I pushed his legs up until his knees were bent, then I kissed up his right thigh, moving towards his cock. “I want you to be ready for when I fuck you.” I offered in way of explanation right before I moved to run my tongue up the underside of his cock.

Spencer threw his head back, tossing it against my pillows. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock while I moved him into my mouth. I didn't suck as hard as I normally did, instead of letting saliva slip from my mouth to coat him. After a few moments, I pulled off.

"I want you to touch your cock, Spencer," I said, uncapping the lube. "You're not allowed to cum. Remember that when you touch yourself. If you get so close that it's painful to stop, you have no one to blame but yourself. And if you cum, I will punish you."

His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes moving from the butt plug to my hands then back to his cock. He wrapped his long fingers around it while I coated the plug with lube. Eyes fixed firmly on my hands; he started a slow rhythm. What a good boy.

I stroked his thighs as I moved the plug into position against his ass. His face was flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment, I think. I just smirked at him. “Don’t get shy with me now, baby,” I said as I slowly began to push inside of him. “I’m going to have you begging me to fuck your tight little ass before the day is over.” He whimpered, his hand speeding up slightly. “You do know that, don’t you, Spencer? I’m going to make you such a little slut for me.” The plug went in further, with almost no real resistance from him. “Jesus, it looks like you’re already a fucking slut.” His whimpers and groans were coming faster now. “Look at how you’re taking this plug,” I started to fuck it into him slowly. “I knew you were dirty, Dr. Reid. But I didn’t expect this.”

With one final small push, it was seated inside him. I reached to grab his hand, pulling it off of his cock. His lip was between his teeth, his forehead dotted with sweat. "You did so well, Spencer," I praised him. "You're more needy than I thought. I think I might make you bounce on my cock later." I moved off of the bed, reaching down to pick up his underwear before I tossed them to him. "I thought it would take some time to get you to ride me, but you're such a little slut, I'm sure you'll be begging for it soon."

He looked so confused, his fingers picking up his underwear. “Wha-“ he panted, his hips moving against my bed, already starting to be overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Put on your underwear, Dr. Reid; leave your shirt unbuttoned. Then come back into the living room.” I gave him a wide smile. “You still have to read to me.”

--

I sat on the couch, flipping through the books Spencer had brought, waiting for him to emerge from my bedroom. He really had done so much better than I expected. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I was going to have him bounce on my cock. The thought of him moving over me, his head thrown back while I pumped his cock caused heat to pool between my thighs.

My eyes didn’t raise to look at him when he walked into the room. He sat to the left of me, where he had been before. His cock was still hard, his precum was leaving a damp spot on his underwear. “Which book do you want to read me, Dr. Reid?”

He groaned. “I-I don’t know if I can finish the whole book like this,” he mumbled, flushing a deeper red that went down to his neck.

“You don’t have to finish, darling boy.” I rose up from the couch then, undoing my pants before shimming them down my hips. “You just have to read to me until I cum.”

Spencer’s eyes went wide. Flickering from the books then back to where I was removing my shirt. I wasn’t paying attention to what book he picked; ultimately, it didn’t matter, I’m not sure I would be able to pay enough attention during this to even process what he was reading.

I stood before him in my bra and panties. He brought the thick book up to his chest, never so much as blinking while I moved over him. I put my thighs on either of his right thigh before I sat down, pushing the seam of my pussy against him through my underwear. I gripped his shoulders, moving my mouth to the tender area where his shoulder met his neck. Placing a soft kiss there, I moved my right hand down his chest, skimming over his stomach, then applying a teasing pressure to his cock over his underwear.

“Come on, Dr. Reid. You told me you’d read to me.”

His first few words were sure. I was almost positive this was one of the many books he had memorized, meaning he wouldn’t need to rely on the book itself to keep reading. This was probably good, as at the first rock of my pussy against his thigh, he released a soft groan, interrupting his words.

Smirking, I moved my hips more purposefully against him. My hands came up to grip his hair, pulling harshly. His moan once again made his words falter. “What’s wrong Dr. Reid,” I whispered sweetly against his skin. “Can you not focus on your book?”

“It’s…It’s so hard, y/n.”

I licked the vein running up his neck before I sucked on the skin. “I can feel just how hard it is, Dr. Reid.” I moved my mouth up to his ear again. “Take my bra off.” I expected him to fumble with this task, but he put his right hand behind my back and removed my bra in seconds. You’ve been holding out on me, Doc. Leaning back, I moved my hands to my own breasts, thumbing my nipples as I listened to Spencer read his book, his words barely registering in my mind.

“You don’t need both hands to read, do you?” He shook his head, his worlds never faltering from the story. “Good. I know how hard it is for you to sit here with that plug inside you. I know you’re thinking about how it will feel when I fuck you.” There’s that whimper, I thought. “I’m thinking about it too, Spencer.” My hips began to grind against him faster. “Put the book down but keep reading to me. If you stop your words, I’ll stop moving. The sooner I cum, the sooner you can get back into my bed.”

He placed the book down; his words a whisper now as he recited the book. “Touch me, Spencer. Make me cum like a good boy so I can finally fuck you like the little slut you are.” His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements against his thigh, his mouth against my neck while he continued mumbling words I could barely hear against my skin.

"I've thought about fucking you before, you know," I said, my pussy becoming wetter and wetter against him. "The first time was on the jet. You had some book open in your lap. You were stretched out on the couch." I groaned as Spencer moved my hips faster and faster. "I thought about the look on your face if I just came over to you and sat on your lap." I moved to kiss his neck again. "I wonder what they would have said then." Dropping my hand down to palm his hot, hard cock over his underwear. "What would they have said if they saw Dr. Spencer Reid's big, pretty boy cock sliding down my throat?"

He was groaning now in between words, but the words were yet to totally falter. “I guess that would be better than them seeing you get fucked, right?” One of his hands moved up to my breast to pinch my nipple. “What would they think if they knew that their boy wonder, their resident genius, wanted to get his ass fucked and treated like a dirty little thing?”

I was so, so close. “Come on, Agent Reid. Make me cum. Make me cum all over your thigh so I can make you cum so hard you see stars.”

His words faltered then; his mouth moved to my shoulder, kissing it softly before he said, “I’d let the entire world watch anything if it meant I got to fuck you.” With that, he bit down on my skin. That small amount of pain caused my orgasm to break like a wave against me. Spencer kept moving my hips back and forth to help me ride it out.

The world came back into focus slowly, my breathing still harsh against Spencer’s shoulder. Gripping his shoulders, I pulled back to kiss him softly. He tried to turn the kiss into something deeper, his need making him desperate. I pulled back, looking in his eyes. “When you go into the room we really begin,” I whispered. “Green, yellow, and red. I need you to know I’m so proud of you, darling boy, even if we just end here. You’ve done so well.”

He whimpered again, confirming once again that he had a praise kink. “I want more, Miss. Please?”

I moved off of his body to sit back on the couch, picking up the book he had set down. “Go into the bedroom, take off all of your clothes. Lay in the center of the bed, hands by your sides. Do not touch yourself. If you do, I will punish you.”

--

When I finally made my way into the room a minute later, I found Spencer right where I instructed him to be. His cock was still hard; he was breathing rapidly. I stood at the edge of the bed, slowly slipping my panties off before I knelt down to open the chest again.

I had given this first scene a lot of thought. One day, I wanted to restrain him with my handcuffs when I fucked him. I could just imagine how he'd blush whenever he saw them after that. But, for this I had decided to use arm restraints that attached to the bars on my headboard, wrapping around his wrist with a Velcro cuff; he could open them if he needed to. I moved up on his left side, fastening one restraint to the bed, then walking to the right side, doing the same. His eyes were on my face, so expectant and so trusting.

I crawled on to the bed then, sitting myself on his firm stomach, my wet heat touching his skin. I leaned over to grip one cuff before I said, "Give me your hand, Dr. Reid." He complied without complaint or hesitation, then he did it again with his left wrist. I scooted my body down his until I felt his pubic bone brush against my still sensitive pussy. His breath hitched. "What's wrong, Dr. Reid?" I asked as I moved further down, my ass now resting over his cock.

“I-I can feel you. You-you’re so close.” His hands started to pull against the restraints, itching to reach out and touch me, push me back even further so his cock would finally touch the paradise that was my wet cunt.

I tsked at him, pouting my lips. “I know, darling boy. It must be so hard.” I moved my hands to his chest, bracing myself on one hand while the other reached up to wrap around his throat. “It’s so hard to so fucking needy, isn’t it, baby?” I moved back another inch.

He was whining under me now, shifting his hips relentlessly. Leaning forward, I placed my lips centimeters away from his own, my grip on his throat tightening just a bit. “It wouldn’t take much, Dr. Reid.” I brushed my mouth against his, laughing when I heard the restraints jerking against the headboard bars. “You know I won’t let you fuck me…but all it would take is just a shift of my hips.” I rocked back a bit, bringing my pussy right there, before drawing back up. “What would you give me for that, Dr. Reid? What would you do to feel my hot, wet, tight, little pussy rub against your pretty boy cock?”

“Anything,” his voice was so much higher than normal when he spoke. “I’ll do anything, Miss. Please. Please.”

You’re so good at this, baby. “You sound very pretty when you beg, Dr. Reid.” I placed one more chaste kiss on his top lip before I went back to a sitting position. Bracing my hands on his hips, I lifted my pelvis over his groin to settle on the tops of his thighs. His strangled groan was music to my ears. “You have been such a good boy…” I pretended to ponder this. “Tell you what, if you promise to ride my cock, to swirl your hips while you fuck yourself on top of me, I’ll let you feel me.”

He was nodding desperately, still pulling against the arm restraints. “Yes. Please. Please, Miss. I’ll do whatever you want.”

I moved his cock to lay flat against his pubic bone, the head pointing upwards towards his face. “I want you to watch, Dr. Reid.” I could feel myself dripping when I moved forward. Slowly, slowly, slowly, I placed the lips of my cunt around the width of his cock.

“Fuck." Spencer's eyes were glued to where my pussy was finally touching his cock. "You're so…fuck, you feel so good, Miss.”

This was the first time I had felt a man against me like this in longer than I wanted to admit. I should be scared, but I just couldn't be. It felt so right to be against him right now. I started moving my hips forwards and backward, much like I did when I rode his thigh. I looked down, watching his cock disappear as I slide my pussy over him. This wasn’t even sex in the way most people considered it, but being here, sharing this moment with Spencer was one of the most erotic and intimate moments of my life.

With one finally slide of my hips, I lifted off of him, getting off the bed completely.

“No, no, no, Miss, please come back.”

I looked back at him over my shoulder. His cock was wet with my arousal, his neck was flushed a bright red, his messy curls were sticking to his forehead, and his wrists were still pulling against the restraints. He is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“My, my, Dr. Reid.” I moved back to the chest, reaching down to pull out my harness. “You might be the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen. Look at you,” I shot him a look of fake disapproval while I stepped into the harness, bringing it up to secure it around my hips. I had selected this strap-on for the specific reason that I could change the size of the dildo attached to it. So, for today I could use something smaller on my boy…until he was ready for something rougher, or bigger. Originally, I had planned on selecting the smallest dildo, but after seeing how easily he took the plug, I decided to move to the next size up.

Spencer watched with wide eyes while I pulled out my “cock”. I smirked at him. “Do you like it, Dr. Reid?” I slid the dildo into place, clip it into place. I moved closer to him, crawling up the bed, sitting on his right side. I brushed my fingers over his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. Moving so quickly he didn’t have a chance to brace, I struck quickly, whipping my left hand up to backhand across the cheek. Rising up on my knees, I moved closer to him, gripping a handful of his hair with one hand, my other bracing myself on the headboard. “I am getting really fucking tired of not having my questions answered, Dr. Reid.”

He was positively squirming now, his pupils were huge, his mouth hanging open. “I’m sorry Miss, I’m so sorry. I can’t- I can’t think when you’re around me.” I had to fight very hard to stop my lips from spreading into a smile, but I think he saw my lips twitch anyway.

“Brat,” I muttered, yanking on his hair again, causing him to let out another whimper. “I think you need to apologize, Dr. Reid. You want to be my good boy, don’t you?” I tilted my head to the side, regarding him curiously. “Because, if you’re my good boy, I’ll let you cum. But…if you’re not,” I leaned down to whisper to him. “Well, bad boys get their pretty little asses fucked, but they don’t get to cum.”

“I’m sorry Miss,” he whined out. “I’m so sorry. Please let me apologize.”

“Open your mouth.” He did so without question, his arms pulling on the restraints harder when I spit into his mouth. “Swallow it.” Such a good boy. “Now, I want you to suck my cock, Dr. Reid. Can you do that? Suck my cock and get it nice and wet before I fuck you with it.”

His eyes were on my face; I could see just the smallest flicker of nervousness in those pretty golden-brown eyes. I’d never hurt you, baby. You know that. Almost as if he heard my thoughts, he opened his mouth for me. Releasing his hair, I brought my hand to the dildo, guiding it into his mouth. “That’s it, you’re doing so good, Dr. Reid.” I gave a few very shallow thrusts of my hips, watching his eyes flutter while his cheeks hollowed out. “I knew the first time you sucked my fingers that day on your couch that you’d be so good at sucking cock.” I moved my hand from the dildo to place it lightly against his throat. “You’re nothing but a cock slut though, right, Dr. Reid?” He moaned around me; I squeezed his throat in response.

Pulling out of his mouth, I smiled down at him while I moved further away. I placed a soft kiss on his cheek before I moved down the bed. “You know why I left your legs free, don’t you Dr. Reid?”

“I’m not sure Miss.” His response was breathy and immediate. You’re learning, my nervous boy.

“Oh, the great Dr. Reid isn’t sure? That must be first. I guess it’s probably hard for your big brain to work when all the blood is going to your cock.” I grabbed the lube from the side of the bed to place it beside his thigh. I pushed his legs up roughly, so his knees were bent again. “I left your legs free, Dr. Reid, so it’s easier to make you take my cock.”

I brought my right hand up to his cock, my grip not firm enough to be satisfying, but I wanted him to focus on that sensation, especially now. In reality, it probably didn’t matter, my boy looked too far gone to be embarrassed anymore. With my left, I grabbed the base of the butt plug, slowly pulling it out.

His breath caught in his throat, his top teeth digging into his bottom lip so hard it whitened. “What’s wrong, baby?” My tone was condescending as I worked the plug out a bit, before I pushed it back in a bit, fucking it out of him gently, much like how I fucked it into him. “What do you need, Dr. Reid?”

He knew what I wanted, I had told him multiple times, but will my boy be brave enough to give it to me. I pulled the plug out completely, tossing it to the side before I grabbed the lube. I squirted some into my right hand before I started to slick up the dildo, my eyes never leaving his.

“I-I want you to fuck me, Miss.”

“Hmm,” I acknowledged, my hands still moving up and down my ‘cock.’ “I’m not sure what you mean, darling boy. You’ll have to be a bit more specific.”

Spencer’s head thrashed, his thighs clenched, his stomach muscles tensed. “I need you to fuck my ass, Miss…Please. Please fuck my ass, Miss.”

My hand stilled. Goddamnit. Hearing those words out of him made my pussy clench, my own wetness starting to drip down my thighs. "All you have to do is ask, Dr. Reid.”

I moved into position between his thighs, bringing both of my hands up to grip his slim hips. Scooting forward, I lifted him up a bit until my knees were barely under him, just enough to tilt his pelvis up so I could see him. I ran one of my hands up his inner thigh. “You’re even pretty here, Dr. Reid.” I lifted my hips slightly, pressing the dildo against his asshole. “Hold still, baby. I know you’re so needy and that makes it so hard, but you can hold still for me, can’t you?”

He nodded rapidly, his hands fisted into balls, his wrists tugging against the restraints, his teeth still sunk into his lower lip. Usually, I would demand his words, but I understood how overwhelming this was for him. Free pass, my nervous boy. I slowly started to push inside of him. My gaze kept flicking between my ‘cock’ entering him and his face, watching for any reaction, any sign of hesitancy.  

“Please,” he whimpered.

I started making slow strokes, fucking the dildo into him in shallow, small thrusts. When I had about 4 inches inside of him, I put some more lube on my hand. I stroked some of it on the remaining 3 inches of the dildo, making sure I could bottom out inside him. The remaining lube I left on my hand…the same hand I brought up to grab his cock with.

“FUCK.” Spencer’s shoulders were raising off of the bed, his eyes locked on my movements.

“Does it feel good, Dr. Reid?”

"Green, green, green, fucking green," he muttered. Under normal circumstances, I would have laughed, but right now I just pitched my hips forward, burying the dildo inside of him. He let out a strangled moan that sounded like my name when my thighs hit his body.

"Look at that," I said softly. "Look at what a good little slut you are, Dr. Reid?" I started to thrust slowly, looking at his reactions to see which strokes seemed to have the biggest effect on him. Being a profiler comes in handy at the strangest times. “You’re such a pretty cock slut, baby.” The tempo of my thrusts sped up while I looked down to watch the dildo move in and out of his tight entrance.

“Miss, fuck,” he whimpered. “Miss, please fuck me harder.”

I moved my hips faster, watching as his mouth opened in a silent scream. I gripped his cock firmer in my hand. Building up a rhythm between jerking him off and fucking him. “Is this what you want, Dr. Reid? You want to be used like this? Like a filthy slut?”

“Yes, yes, Miss, please.” His eyes were fixed on my hand on his cock, on my hips moving quickly. “Miss, Miss, you’re so- Miss, I’m going to cum.”

“Oh, you are, are you?” I teased, slowing my hand slightly. My thighs still slapping against him as I fucked him.

“Please Miss,” he begged. “Please let me cum. Please, I’ll do anything. Please, please, I’m so fucking close.”

I gripped his cock harder, my pace never slowing. “Come on, Dr. Reid. Cum for me like the dirty thing you are.”

At my words, he let out the loudest moan I’d heard him make yet. His back was arching off the bed, as rope after rope of cum erupted from his cock. I slowed my pace, only giving a few shallow thrusts to work him through his orgasm.

Right as his orgasm started to end, I slowly withdrew the portion of the dildo that was still inside him.

I leaned over him to quickly undo the cuffs, freeing him. Moving off the bed, I unstrapped myself, letting the harness fall to the floor before I dashed into the bathroom connected to my room. Wetting the washcloth, I had already laid out, I grabbed my other supplies and hurried back into the room. Spencer was where I left him, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, unseeing.

I moved to sit between his legs. First, I wiped the cum and lube off his cock, murmuring my praises the entire time before I cleaned up the remaining lube from between his cheeks. Tossing the rag into the floor, I moved to kneel beside him on the bed. "Spencer," I whispered. "Spencer, you did so well. You were so wonderful."

His gaze fixed on mine, his eyes starting to fill with tears, his face a mask of confusion. “Y/n,” he said, his voice raspy. “Why-why-“

I pushed his hair off his forehead, bringing his arms in towards his body to check his wrists. “It’s okay, Spencer. It is fine. Your adrenaline and endorphins are hitting your body right now. This is what I was talking about that might happen. It’s called sub drop.” I cupped his jaw, my thumb brushing over his lips. “I’m right here, Spencer. I’m right here. And I’m so proud of you.”

I wanted to wait until he asked me to touch him, to be sure that was what he needed, but I just acted on instinct. I laid down beside of him and wrapped my arms around him. He turned his body to face mine, his knees curled up to hit my thighs. I stroked my hands over his back, murmuring softly to him the whole time.

After a few minutes had passed, and his breathing had evened out, I spoke again. “Spence? Do you think you can take a shower? The heat will make you feel better.”

He sniffled, his eyes never rising to meet mine. “I…I don’t know if I can leave you.”

In that moment, the tiny part of my heart that didn’t already belong to Spencer Reid, this marvelous, wonderful man, was cemented into his grasp. “Spencer, I need you to look at me, can you do that?”

His soft eyes finally rose to meet mine. They were wide and anxious and swimming with a much bigger and more frightening emotion. “Spencer, I’m not going to leave you. I’m going to take a shower with you. Then after we get cleaned up, we’re going to order some food and watch whatever you want to while we sit on my couch.” My words were hurried and dripping with honesty.

My darling boy’s face lite up with hope so bright it threatened to consume me. “You’ll stay with me?”

“You don’t even have to ask, Spence.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead.

--

The remainder of our Saturday went like I had planned. In our shower, I held his body under the warm water, I washed his hair, and I listened while he told me whatever fact came to his mind in that moment. After we were done, I got his messenger bag and brought him his clothes.  

Together, we cuddled on my couch. Him in his old Caltech t-shirt and sweatpants and me in loose t-shirt and leggings. We found some sci-fi show that he said was good that I had never seen to watch while we ate our takeout. I listened to everything he told me about the show, holding his body close to mine.

I felt the tension rise up inside of him the later it got. Which is why I turned to him with an over-exaggerated yawn and asked him the question he was too afraid to ask me.

“Hey, Doc?” I said softly. “It’s getting pretty late…and after…after everything we did today, I don’t really want to be alone. Would you mind staying with me?”

The relief I felt radiate off of him in that moment was so powerful I don’t know if I’ll ever forget the feeling. “Of course, y/n. I’d really like that.”

After I stripped and remade my bed and cleaned up any stray items that I may have missed earlier, I lead Spencer into my bedroom. I fell asleep that night with my arms wrapped around him, his back to my chest. I held my hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow as he fell asleep in my arms. It took a long time for sleep to finally find me, but I didn’t mind. I was content to just feel the heart beating inside the chest of the best person I had ever known.

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[quixotin]

in which adrien is a science teacher and has to pay his karma by babysitting a teenager that has his exact same humor when he was 15.

Chapter 2 of Chat Noir Is My Science Teacher is up, friends :D

Ch. 2. Mr. Deep

In which Matt is baby and Adrien begins to pay his karma for being a lil shit when he was younger, with interest.

When Matthieu braced himself for the day, the last thing he expected to happen was learning that Mr. Dupain-Cheng, his science teacher, was none other than his idol, Chat Noir.

Yes, Mr. Dupain-Cheng, the dorky teacher who laughed at his own bad science puns and had a themed t-shirt for every day of the week. Mr. Dupain-Cheng, the man who thought grading with “You Tried” stars and cat stickers was funny. Mr. Dupain-Cheng, who was so gullible he didn’t notice when students wanted to distract him from giving a lesson by asking him about his wife because they knew he could rant about her for hours. Mr. Dupain-Cheng, the only teacher that replied with an ‘ok :)’, a meme, and the signature, ‘Sent from my cat-phone,’ when replying to a well-thought email. That Mr. Dupain-Cheng.

How could this be possible? He was so... so uncool .

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When Matthieu braced himself for the day, the last thing he expected to happen was learning that Mr. Dupain-Cheng, his science teacher, was none other than his idol, Chat Noir.

Yes, Mr. Dupain-Cheng, the dorky teacher who laughed at his own bad science puns and had a themed t-shirt for every day of the week. Mr. Dupain-Cheng, the man who thought grading with “You Tried” stars and cat stickers was funny. Mr. Dupain-Cheng, who was so gullible he didn’t notice when students wanted to distract him from giving a lesson by asking him about his wife because they knew he could rant about her for hours. Mr. Dupain-Cheng, the only teacher that replied with an ‘ok :)’, a meme, and the signature, ‘Sent from my cat-phone,’ when replying to a well-thought email. That Mr. Dupain-Cheng.

How could this be possible? He was so... so uncool .

When Matt thought about who Chat Noir might be under his mask he always pictured someone bold and dashing, maybe one of those cool guys that worked in those crazy science startups. Someone brave, fearless... not a father of two who, Matt was pretty sure, screeched one time a flying cockroach somehow crawled from one of the sinks in the lab. He pictured someone like Barbara Keynes or Peter Parker.

They were witty and mysterious. Mr. Dupain-Cheng was too nice to be a superhero.

“Matt!” Timo tackled him into a hug as Matthieu and Mr. Dupain-Cheng joined the rest of the class. Ladybug had finished handing out autographs to his classmates and had already left. “Are you okay? Did you see the Akuma? It was so sick!”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Matthieu muttered, as Mr. Dupain-Cheng pointedly put as much distance between himself and Matt. He called the class’ attention to continue their museum visit.

“You’re in danger, kid.” His teacher’s words still resounded in Matthieu’s head. “For your own safety, lay low until I decide what to do with this, okay?”

He didn’t give Matt a chance to ask any questions, to say anything. He basically wanted him to ignore this, to act as if he had just found him practicing some obscure hobby outside school.

As they walked, Matt trained his eyes on the back of his teacher’s head, the blond, messy mop of hair towering over the group of teens.

“Hey, Timo?”

“Yeah?”

“Mr. Deep is, like, a nerd, right?”

“Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” Timo said, his attention more invested in his portable video game console than in the conversation. “He knows, like, all the animes.”

“That’s not cool,” said Matt.

“Of course it is,” Timo said, finally peeling his eyes off the screen. “We like that stuff.”

Timo had a point, Matthieu had to admit.

“And remember the time he helped me solder that motherboard we used for the robot competition? That was pretty cool.”

“I... suppose.”

Timo shrugged, blissfully unaware of Matt’s current crisis. “I keep telling you, man,” he said, returning to his videogame. “Mr. Deep is the coolest teacher at school.”

After the field trip, Matt went home stuck in a contemplative trance, wanting to decide what the revelation was that truly bothered him: the fact that Chat Noir’s civilian persona was absolutely nothing like what he had pictured, or that Timo was right and the reason why he disliked Mr. Dupain-Cheng was actually because he looked up to him, and that he embodied the complete opposite of everything Matt was taught to be.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, to be honest. As any self-respecting fan, Matthieu knew Chat Noir’s career by heart. He had seen those old clips of him as a teenager, cracking witty jokes and one-liners in the middle of battle. It kind of made sense that he’d grow up to be the kind of man that was unapologetically chaotic. Besides, those memes and punny cat stickers he liked to grade with? Suddenly it seemed all so obvious. It was almost as if Mr. Dupain-Cheng was flaunting the truth in front of everyone, knowing no one would peg him as the kind of man who was a superhero. It was all in the same way no one seemed to understand how on earth such a whacky dude would end up with one of the most successful designers in Paris.

Matt suddenly shot up from the comfort of his bed as he contemplated his thoughts.

Ladybug. Weren’t Ladybug and Chat Noir a couple?

Oh my god, is Mr. Dupain-Cheng cheating on his wife with Ladybug? Or backwards? Wait... Isn’t that famous designer his wife? What’s her name, MDC? No, that’s the brand. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Wait.

Does his wife even know? Oh, no... Poor woman! Wait... what if...

Matt gasped. “She’s Ladybug. She has to be.”

He paced around his room, his thoughts going a thousand miles an hour. “I can never let Hawkmoth akumatize me ever again,” he screeched, grabbing handfuls of his hair. “Oh my god!” he shrieked. “Okay, Matt, breathe. Breathe. Just... Think. Okay. This can be good, right? This can be good.”

He kept pacing around.

“Okay, Matt. Okay. You just figured out that Mr. Deep is Chat Noir and his wife is Ladybug... Cool, it’s all cool,” he said to himself in a pitch heightened by the sheer panic that coursed through him. “It’s okay, it’s—.”

He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks as inspiration struck. He gasped excitedly and immediately got on his knees to reach under his bed.

“Of course!” he exclaimed, pulling out a small corkboard he kept hidden under the bed. The board was an indulgent little project if he did say so himself. It wasn’t related to any of his school activities, which is why he had to keep it hidden. Goodness knows what his parents would do if they found out he had been wasting time investigating who Hawkmoth might be.

This wasn’t bad, this was great!

I can help him! Matt thought excitedly. I can help him and Ladybug track Hawkmoth down!

He took a few shots of it with his phone to then ferociously kick it out of view, back under the bed again, when his mother entered his room.

“What are you doing on the floor, Matthieu?” Mrs. Magan, a middle-aged woman with stern eyes, said to him.

“I... lost a coin.”

Mrs. Magan frowned, not making much of the excuse. “Dinner is ready.”

Matthieu let out a silent sigh of relief as his mother turned around, then quickly followed after her, knowing better than to have her remind him a second time.

I can help him, he thought again excitedly. I can be his sidekick!

—-

Matthieu was not one to be late for school, but the day after discovering Mr. Deep’s identity he decided to be extra early, just to make sure he’d be able to talk to him in private. There was always the risk that he’d be late of course, but now that Matthieu knew the reason, he could hardly hold it against him.

Matt was lucky enough to spot him in the Chemistry lab when he arrived. He peeked through the small window on the door. it seemed he was grading papers.

He grinned and immediately went in, hardly being able to contain his excitement.

“Good morning, Mr. Dupain-Cheng!” he exclaimed enthusiastically, causing Adrien to jolt and knock some of the paper sheets to the ground. Matt rushed to pick them up before Adrien had the chance to do so. “So listen, I have thoughts ,” he said as he put the papers back on the desk and fumbled with his backpack to produce his phone. “I was up all night updating my Hawkmoth board, and I was thinking—I was thinking that maybe, you know this philanthropist, Lila Rossi—”

Adrien could only stare dumbfounded at how fast Matt rambled before he even caught the drift of what he was saying. Once he registered it though, he jolted once again.

“Shh!” Adrien hushed at the teen, frantically looking around himself to see if anyone was in the vicinity—even though the door was closed.

“Matthieu, what are you talking about?” he hissed.

“I wanna help you track Hawkmoth!” Matthieu piped with a bright smile, reaching into his backpack again to produce his phone. “Last night, I was thinking, ‘Hey, maybe this happened for a reason.’ I’m pretty good at this whole deduction thing, you know? I’m at the top of the class in almost all subjects and I have like, all the badges possible on the Ladyblog. Also, look, I have this board that I made about all the possible suspects because if you look at the akumatizations there’s a real pattern, and I’m thinking that whoever Hawkmoth might be, has some stuff to work through, because oh my god. Oh, like, this person he—”

“Matthieu, keep your voice down!” Adrien interrupted him. “No! I can’t let you do that. What happened yesterday was an accident, kid. Okay? It’s best if you just... If you just try to pretend like you don’t know anything while Ladybug and I decide what to do. This isn’t a game, Matt. You are in danger. If Hawkmoth ever lays hands on you, there’s no telling what might happen. Stay. Away. From. This.”

Undeterred by the ominous delivery of Mr. Dupain-Cheng’s warning, Matthieu beamed at him. “Don’t worry, Mr. Deep! I’m good at keeping secrets! I—”

“No. It is out of the question, Matthieu. This is dangerous and I—wait, what did you just call me?” Adrien said, suddenly catching the nickname.

Matthieu grew red in the face and smiled sheepishly at his teacher. “Mr. Deep... You know, ‘cause you’re always, like, going off these crazy deep tangents about the physics of akumas and stuff and—Oh my god, that makes so much sense now! Do you study them in your free time? Oh, wow! Do you and Miss Ladybug have a secret layer? Like Majestia and Knight Owl? Wait, actually, don’t answer that. Sensitive information, am I right? Oh! Also, I think Mr. Deep really fits you because you always give us this weirdly specific and deep life advice? And I don’t know how you do it but it’s always on point? Also, your name starts with a D...”

Adrien looked at the boy, shocked, and frankly a little scared that a kid could talk so much, so fast. There’s only one other person he had ever known whose mouth ran like a broken faucet if she was given the chance.

Wait , Adrien thought. Did... did he just pun with my name?

A part of him was flattered, another was surprised, a third one was slightly insulted.

The kid punned with my name. I’m his teacher !

“Matt!” he exclaimed, interrupting Matthieu’s spoken stream of consciousness. “No. This is final. Stay away from this. I don’t want to have to repeat myself. It is final.”

Again, unfazed by Adrien’s effort to act seriously, Matthieu beamed at him. “Don’t worry, Mr. Deep. I’ll prove you can trust me! I would not trust me, too, if I were you. But I’ll prove it! You’ll see.”

The bell rang, and with it came a thankful end to the conversation. At least on Adrien’s side.

“And don’t call me Mr. Deep.”

“Okay, Mr. Deep!” Matthieu said, beaming at him as he made his way out of the classroom. “Oops! I mean, Mr. DC.”

Adrien sighed, glaring at the boy and feeling some sort of karmic entity laughing at him. He knew exactly what Matt’s energetic yet jesterly energy reminded him of: a sixteen-year-old version of himself whose favorite pastime was seeing how much foolery he could get away with before Ladybug decided to murder him in cold blood.

“It’s your karma,” Plagg muttered quietly before his students began pouring into the classroom. “Kid’s your spitting image. Though I gotta say, he blabbers as much as Spots.”

“Oh, shush it!”

“You know you have to tell her soon, right?” Plagg muttered from inside Adrien’s overshirt. “The more you delay, the deeper your grave.”

“I said shush.”

The little god snickered. “Someone’s in trouble.”

Plagg was right, though. Adrien had to tell Marinette about this. It was already bad that he didn’t tell her the moment it happened. She hated it when he did that. But in his defense, he knew she had a tough day at the label and he didn’t want to freak her out. He hoped that excuse would be enough. Plagg had laughed at him when he asked for his opinion about it.

Yeah, he was in trouble.

There was no way but through, he knew this. That didn’t mean his legs could tell the difference between an honest conversation with his life partner and the visceral fear for his survival that was elicited at the image of said conversation. He felt them buckle as he casually leaned against the kitchen island, trying his best to act natural.

The kids had been put to bed and there was thankfully no Akuma in sight. At least not yet.

Marinette sighed with relief as she swiftly undid her hair and reached into the fridge for a bottle of wine. If Adrien hadn’t been so terrified by what he was about to do, he’d allow himself to swoon at her.

Witnessing Marinette shed the tiredness of the day as she swapped into comfortable clothes—usually loose shirts and yoga pants— and poured her drink of choice was one of his favorite things to watch. It didn’t matter that they had been living together for a little over seven years now, he’d never get tired of watching her exist.

“You want some?” Marinette said as she stood on her tiptoes to reach the shelf where they kept the wine glassware.

“Yeah, sure,” Adrien said, then continued speaking after thanking his wife for the wine. “You’ll never guess what happened today.”

“What?” she said, clinking her glass against his before taking the first sip.

“A kid punned with my name.”

Marinette chuckled. “Really? What did he call you?”

“Mr. Deep.”

Marinette snorted as she took another sip from the glass.

“He said it’s because I like to go on deep tangents and because my name starts with a D. Kid can’t pun to save his life.”

Marinette smirked at him. “You’re one to talk.”

He dropped his jaw. “I can’t believe you just asked me for a divorce, m’lady.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and smiled, walking past him on the way to the couch. She placed her wine glass on a small side table and pulled out a sketchbook from one of its drawers. She busied herself reviewing her work while Adrien gathered the courage to nudge the conversation in the direction it needed to go.

“M’lady?” he said from behind her.

“What did you do,” Marinette replied immediately, as she flipped through the pages of the sketchbook.

”I— why do you always assume I did something?”

Marinette turned around and mocked him, then gave him a knowing smirk. “It’s in your tone, Chaton. You can’t lie.”

“I am an excellent liar, I’ll have you know.” He stopped himself from bragging further, seeing as Marinette frowned.

“What is it, Adrien? What happened?”

Adrien’s palms were sweating with anxiety. He gulped. “First of all, I love you and you know that, right?”

“Adrien,” Marinette said, her voice hitching up her tone.

“It’s nothing bad . I mean, it’s a ‘could be worse’ sort of situation.”

“ Adrien !”

“Hypothetically speaking, imagine... what if, er... one of the wielders accidentally revealed himself to someone who, uh, someone who absolutely shouldn’t know? Hypothetically speaking.”

“Adrien, what did you DO ?” Marinette screeched.

[minghaocouture]

Fearless: Chapter 7

Pairing: Werewolf!Jeon Wonwoo x Vampire!Reader Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Non-Idol Au Warnings: Language, Mentions of violence WC: 3.6k AU Lore:   Vampire Coven Info/Wolf Pack Info/Lore Info Tag List: @moon-asia​

A/N: Thank you guys so much for being patient with this chapter being release. I want to say I do no condone what happened and I wish PLEDIS would make some kind of statement despite how much time has passed. Despite this, I do want to be able to finish this story so I can properly move on in the timeline. I do really enjoy this chapter and it does have one of my favorite moments between Wonwoo and the reader that i’ve written so far. 

Chapter List: Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10/Chapter 11/Chapter 12/Chapter 13/Chapter 14

“So...the body was a woman’s? Then it was probably who Minah saw.” 

You didn’t know why you had agreed to meet back up in the woods, but apparently making stupid decisions was just a part of your life now. Wonwoo nodded in agreement, watching as you paced.

“Then it has to be a stray. I talked to Minghao about it and he said it definitely wasn’t any of us. Everyone has been accounted for recently...well except for me? But he knows where I am so he knows it isn’t me.”

You were probably rambling, but you were concerned. If there was a stray out there then that meant a lot of people were in danger, not just humans. Sure humans fed you better, but there was nothing stopping you from feeding on wolves or even Fae, it just didn’t taste as good. 

“Well, we can always try and lure them out?” Wonwoo suggested, placing a hand on your shoulder to halt your pacing. The contact was immediately comforting, which you didn’t want to admit. You were still confused and conflicted about being on friendly terms with a wolf, so it was still something you were working on. 

“Are you saying to use Minah as bait?” 

“I mean, if we had both your Coven and my pack on our side then she’d be-”

A little harsher than you had intended, you shoved his hand away. “But that’s the thing. We don’t have either of them on our side, hell I’m still surprised that the both of us aren’t in big shit with the people who do know!” You retorted, placing a hand on your hip as you stared him down.

“It’s not like I can just walk up to my Venture and be all. ‘Oh hey Soonie, yeah I’ve been fraternizing with a werewolf for the past three days! But please forgive my treason because we just misunderstood them’!”

“Four days if you count the day you attacked me.” Wonwoo interrupted pointing at the scar that was still on his nose. You cast a small almost offended look towards him, hand drifting to gently rub your right arm. It was still a bit hurt but because of how Vampires healed, you didn’t need to keep it bandaged 

“To be fair, I’m the one that got hurt worse out of the two of us. You know how hard it is to leave a scar on a Vampire? And you somehow did it without even trying.” It was meant to be a small joke, considering that the two of you had basically buried the hatchet at this point in favor of stopping the feud between your groups. 

Despite the joking tone of your voice, you noticed the guilt that filled his eyes. Just like the night of the fight. You felt your chest tighten a bit. You didn’t know why but, you didn’t like that he was upset. Sure the two of you weren’t trying to kill each other anymore but you weren’t close either. This was a business friendship and nothing more. Once again rolling your eyes, you pulled your arm out of the sleeve of your jacket. 

“Don’t make that face, it’s fine see? We’re past it, and I’m not planning on attacking you again anytime soon...because I would definitely kick your ass if I did.” He didn’t laugh, which was pretty annoying to you. You were getting ready to comment on the fact that you were hilarious and he was being a stick in the mud, when he took a few steps towards you. His eyes were glued to the newly scars on your arm. A hand reaching out to gently graze the marred skin. Wonwoo was amazed at how fast such a deep wound had healed, must have been one of the perks of being a Vampire.

His hand was warm, almost too warm, especially compared to your usually cold skin. You noticed that you didn’t seem to hate the feeling, letting him trace the outline of the claw marks with his thumb. It was an oddly sensitive moment, and just a few days ago if a wolf had touched you like this you would have flipped out. Yet here you are now, letting him do as he pleased and you still weren’t sure why. He just had this kind of...aura that was pulling you in, and it was getting harder to stay angry or standoffish  when you were around him.

“Sorry about that. I really was just trying to push you away without hurting you.” He confessed, even back then he had been trying to protect you for whatever reason. Just like when he lied to his pack. Your mouth opened, ready to question his actions. Only for the moment to be ruined by the sound of crunching snow.

“Wonwoo! [Y/N]!” At the sound of the younger wolf’s voice, you quickly stepped away from Wonwoo (missing the feeling of his hand on your skin) and pulled your jacket back on. Vernon barreled into the moonlit clearing and stopped right next to the two of you, panting heavily as this was pretty far away from their cabin. 

“What?” Wonwoo immediately turned his attention towards Vernon, seeming almost irritated at the interruption. Vernon straightened himself, looking quite upset. 

“It’s Sana. She was attacked on the way home from work tonight!” Time seemed to stop. You knew that the stray could possibly attack the wolf pack directly but you hadn’t been expecting it. It seems you underestimated this stray. “And Seungcheol, he obviously thinks it’s your Coven. He’s pissed.” 

Irritated you let out a rather long string of quiet curses, pacing around the small clearing angrily. All soft feelings from before were gone. The two males looked on in confusion, shocked that you had let out such an outburst. Especially when previously you hadn’t cared at all if a wolf had gotten hurt.

“Fine. We’ll ask Minah to be our bait and we are catching this bastard to clear my Coven’s name. I’m going to talk to her and Minghao tonight and if she agrees we’re doing this shit tomorrow. If she doesn’t agree then we will figure something out, I don’t care if Soonyoung finds out. We are getting rid of this stray.” 

Wonwoo sighed, grabbing your shoulders to stop you from continuing your irritated march. His hand gently slid down your shoulders to rest on your biceps. He gave them a soft squeeze, attempting to comfort you. He regretted that a bit when he notice you wince slightly as he squeezed your previously injured arm.

“Hey, we need you calm okay? You go back and talk to Minghao and Minah, figure something out.” He began. Just from his touch you felt your temper turn from boiling rage to a smaller simmer. It was strange what he could do to you. “I’m...going to come out to my Pack tonight. I’ll explain our plan to our Alpha and hopefully it will calm him down. We’ll message each other so we know what’s going on.”

You knew this plan was risky, everything right now was. So you didn’t try to fight him on his decision, he was a big boy and knew what he was doing. Hopefully. Nodding in agreement, you grabbed his wrists and moved his hands away from you while putting a bit more distance between the two of you. Despite this, you didn’t let go of his hands.

“Just...be careful. Okay? If I don’t hear from you in like an hour I’m breaking into the cabin to make sure you didn’t die or something.” You declared, not really realizing that you had gently begun to rub circles on the insides of his wrists as you held them. This time, the male laughed. Which brought a smile to your face as you listened to the soothing bass tones of his voice. It was as oddly comforting as his hands had been. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I know you can’t enter private homes without permission.” He retorted. Earning a small smack from you after you let go of his hands. 

“I take it back, I might be fighting you again soon. Keep your eyes peeled wolf boy.” With that final verbal jab, you turned from him and said a quick goodbye to Vernon before once again running off into the night.

“Wow...you’re both super whipped. That was kinda gross to watch.” Vernon declared once you were out of earshot. If Wonwoo was being completely honest, he had almost completely forgotten that Vernon was there. 

He was probably never going to live this down. So he decided to ignore Vernon’s comment, turning to make his way back to the Cabin. Light tingles of anxiety filling his gut with every step he took.

“Come on, we need to get back to the house.” He wanted to at least offer Vernon an out. This wasn’t going to be an easy conversation, especially with Sana being attacked tonight. 

***

You rushed through the back door of the bar, ignoring the blaring music beyond the inner doors as you swung yourself onto the stairs, taking them two at a time. Turning onto the stairs quietly, as to not draw suspicion and went to the last room on the left of the hallway. It was a bit smaller than the other rooms but had a small bed in it, and quite a few still packed boxes. Which was kind of sad considering the Coven moved here about 4 years ago. 

Inside, Minghao sat on the small twin sized bed completely alone. Minah nowhere in sight. As you entered, he glanced over at you and raised an eyebrow. 

“Done with your wolf boy for the night?” 

“Where is Minah?” You questioned, taking a few steps towards him. Worry crept into your veins. If something had happened to Minah already, then your whole plan would fall apart. Minghao, swung his legs off the bed and walked over towards you. 

“She’s downstairs with Jun in the bar. We figured she would feel more comfortable if she were around people. It’d be pretty awkward if she had just been locked in this room with me.” He had a fair point, but he didn’t have to say it as if you were a moron. Though, to be fair, with all of the decisions you’ve made in the past few days...you being a moron wasn’t too far from the truth.

“What did your wolf say?”

“The body they found was a woman’s, and one of their pack got attacked tonight. Have you heard of anyone getting into it with a wolf tonight?” Minghao shook his head, obviously having heard nothing. And with the fight you had gotten into, there is no way anyone was going to keep that hidden. They had seen what kind of trouble you had gotten into, or at least you hoped no one was that stupid. 

“We, well I think it’s a stray. You know the one we’ve been seeing around town?” Minghao nodded, he hadn’t caused any trouble with the coven directly so you had been kind of leaving him alone. In hindsight, that had probably been a bad idea. Hence why you hadn’t mentioned that to Wonwoo. Shaking off the mild guilt at keeping that information hidden, you continue. 

“Wonwoo and I have a plan but it isn’t great. We were going to use Minah as bait. Lure him out and kill him if we can. We just need to get the okay from Minah.” That wasn’t something that the two of you had really agreed upon, but if he could get his Pack on your side, then you figured that none of them would have any issues with killing a Vampire.

The air was thick with tension. Minghao must have been irritated by what you had learned, but he kept an extraordinary good poker face. He let out a small sigh before pulling out his phone, who he was messaging you had no clue. When his attention returned to you, his poker face had fallen which left him with a rather irritated expression.

“I told Jun to send her back up here. I’ll help you as long as Jun and Soonyoung agree with this plan.” You weren’t too surprised by his actions. Minghao had admitted that he wanted the war to end, and he had been irritated that he wasn’t allowed to take out that Stray. He thought letting him stay in your territory had been a stupid decision, but because the Primus and Venture had agreed then there was nothing he could do to go against it. 

Sighing, you took a seat on the bed that Minghao had previously been on. Exhaustion was finally kicking in, you were running on maybe three hours of sleep? Frankly at this point you just wanted a nap. Minghao didn’t say anything if he noticed your mood. In fact he stayed silent until Minah entered the room, followed by...Jun.

Your chest felt like it was about to cave in when you saw Jun. You had managed to avoid him when you had dropped Minah off. He stood near the door, giving you and Minghao a rather expectant look. This only caused Minghao to sigh in irritation. 

“Jun, they’re going to need you at the bar. So you better head back down, this is going to take a while.” In his defense, Minghao did try to get Jun to leave. It was just such a poor attempt that it might as well have not mattered. 

“They’ll be fine. Honestly I trust Snow Angel more than I trust any of you alone at the bar.” You raised a brow at his words, looking up at him from your seat on the bed. He must be talking about the Winter Court girl, though she looks like she’d kick his ass before letting him call her Snow Angel. She definitely had more of an Ice Queen vibe.

“Besides, you two and Hyunjin have been hiding something. Minghao I know you’re part of the Inner Circle but that doesn’t mean you can keep information from the coven, especially if it’s dangerous enough that we have to house a human who needs protection.” To be fair, Jun was right. Minghao may have been in the Inner Circle but Junhui and Soonyoung were the Primus and Venture. Which made them higher ranked than Minghao and Chan, the other Inner Circle members. At this point it definitely hit you how much Minghao had stuck his neck out for you. Gave you a new found sense of gratitude for the male. You’d have to apologize to him later, since you had given him such a hard time before.

Minghao huffed lightly, running a hand through his black hair out of frustration. He flashed you a look and gave a nod, basically giving you permission to talk freely in front of Jun. You would have anyway but it was nice that he was letting it happen and wouldn’t get mad about it. You would still keep some details to yourself though. Standing, to give yourself more of a presence you began.

“So Junhui, long story short. You know that Stray we’ve been seeing? Well he’s been dumping human corpses into the forest. Last night, Minah saw a Stray while he was feeding last night, so she’s in danger because he saw her and might come after her next. Sooo the plan is we are going to lure the Stray out by using Minah as bait and then we kill him. Problem solved.” Omitting everything about the wolves, sure there were some plot holes in it but with luck he wouldn’t question it.

“How do you know about the bodies in the forest?” Apparently, Lady Luck decided to give a special ‘fuck you’ to you today. Of course he would ask about that, couldn’t just ignore it and ask later. Oh well, you weren’t some flower that was scared of what would happen. Okay that was a lie, you were scared shitless about what Junhui would say, Despite this, you were going to own it...this time. 

“I’ve been meeting with one of the wolves from the pack in the forest. He told me about it, said they thought it was us and would have continued to think that if I hadn’t told him it wasn’t.” Minah let out a small gasp, realizing that the two men you had been with must have been the wolves you were talking about.  You kept your eyes locked on Junhui’s and standing your ground. This was grounds for expulsion from the Coven, and your enforcer had allowed it to happen, so you weren’t expecting a happy reaction. 

Surprisingly, instead of flying off the handle like you had expected. He just sighed and rubbed his temples. Raising a brow, you glanced over at Minghao who also seemed a bit surprised at the lack of a total freak out.

“How can you be sure he wasn’t lying? Why and how did you even start talking to one of those Mutts anyway?” 

“He’s not a mutt.” The words escaped your lips before you even realized it. Hearing Jun talk about Wonwoo like that, well it pissed you off. It hadn’t been long since you, yourself had referred to Wonwoo as a Mutt. But that was wrong, and now you knew that. It wasn’t some magical change of heart or anything like that. Meeting Wonwoo, and later Vernon, it just kind of hit you that they were just people. They weren’t like the wolves who had killed you, in the same way that your Coven wasn’t like that Stray. They had morals too, and seemed to stand by them just as fiercely as your Coven did.

Jun seemed taken back by your words, confused at the sudden difference of opinion. He advanced towards you, a solemn frown on his face.

“[Y/N], I know you’re not a complete idiot. We’ve known each other for almost a century now. You can’t be stupid enough to care about a wolf of all things? Especially after..” He didn’t seem angry with you, he seemed concerned. As if he were the much smarter parent who was just concerned about his rebellious daughter. Unfortunately, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The insults coupled with your lack of sleep had your fist clenched by your sides as you advanced towards Junhui and cutting him off before he could continue.

“You know what, I’m getting pretty sick of you guys saying I’m stupid. Yeah I don’t always follow orders and it gets me into shit sometimes, and I’m reckless but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid Wen Junhui.” You didn’t yell, not now, but your voice carried a sharper tone to it than it usually would when speaking to Junhui. “I would assume that knowing me for almost a century, as you put it, you would have started to trust my decisions more. If you really think I’m that stupid then just kick me out of the Coven, why don’t you? I mean why not, if i’m stupid enough to get tricked by some damn wolf then i’m obviously not worth the Coven’s time.” 

He didn’t seem to have a response to that, as he stayed silent. You turned your attention to Minah, who seemed fairly overwhelmed with the conversation she had just witnessed. At that moment though, you didn’t really care. 

“Minah you don’t have to do this, but if you do I swear nothing will happen to you. This is the only way we can think of to lure him out.” You tried your best to calm your temper, you didn’t need to scare off the human. She was obviously already scared enough, being trapped here with Vampires while hiding from a Vampire. It was a rough situation for someone who had just found out that supernatural creatures were real. She hesitated, stumbling over her words.

Taking a deep breath, you reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Even attempting to push a smile onto your face. “We are trying for tomorrow night. So get some rest for now. You already have my phone number so just message me with your decision okay?”

She seemed pretty relieved about this and nodded. Removing your hand, you turned to face Junhui, who wasn’t looking at you at all. You had been planning on saying one final thing, full of spite and frustration, but doing so felt wrong. Despite being irritated Junhui was still your family, for now at least. It was up to Junhui and Soonyoung to decide if that wasn’t the case anymore. In fact Junhui would probably report back to Soonyoung tonight. You couldn’t stop guilt from creeping into your system, thinking about how Minghao was most likely also going to get in trouble for your actions. So instead of speaking you just left, walking out of the room and back down the stairs.

As you exited through the back door, you thought back on what Junhui had said. You felt the phantom beatings of a heart in your chest, the pounding as you really contemplated things. It was strange to stay but you did in fact care about Wonwoo. Despite whatever he thought of you, like if this was just a friendship until everything had been solved, you did truly care about what happened to him. Not that you were going to admit that to him, ever. You’d be stupid if you did.

With a groan, you made your way out towards the forest again. Messaging Wonwoo and asking him to meet back up with you once he was done with his pack. This was going to be a long night.

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Observant

Bucky Barnes X Borrower reader

(I’ve never written Bucky before so please give feedback. I’ve also never written a single one-shot before and it feels weird lmao so I might make a part 2)

Bucky’s apartment wasn’t much and it certainly wasn’t the best in the complex, but he made the most of it and that’s what you appreciated. He was an odd human but easy to borrow from. There  was always food laying about and the human wasn’t home often. He didn’t follow a schedule but depending on when he left, estimating how long he’d be out was effortless. Today, he was out on his normal run and would be gone longer to get groceries, making now the perfect time to stock up.

Though easy, it wasn’t simple.

The thing about this human is that he’s an overly observant freak. Nothing in this apartment is disregarded. To borrow right after he bought food would be the ultimate no-go. A word misspelled in an article he isn’t reading? He notices. More chipped drywall than usual? He sees it. The breeze from the closed fridge is 1 degree cooler? He feels it. Once while borrowing you had bumped into a mug and just barely turned it from its original position. When the bean came home, you watched from your hole behind the fridge as he studied the mug intensely. After his staring contest, he took one finger, and turned the mug back to it rightful place before walking away.

Every since then, you’ve been quite strict on how carefully you borrow.

Your borrowing trip today was more than successful so far, with over 30 minutes of being home-alone left and your bag filled, everything was going your way. All you needed was some bread and you could be on your merry way.

The loaf sat on a plate right in front of the toaster giving you easy access. You walked across the counter to reach it and started picking at it, never grabbing to much from the same place. The sound of stomping outside alerted you and you quickly shoved that last piece of bread into your bag. You were preparing to sprint across the counter when the front door swung open and slammed closed.

“Oh no” you whispered, jumping back at the loud noise. Immediately you searched for a hiding spot. A fools move. You’ve been on this counter a hundred times you knew it from the back of your head.  You ran to the bread,  and did a circle behind it. You ducked and rose back up, It was too short to hide behind. Over by the entrance you saw the human slamming his head against the wall, grumbling quietly to himself. He’d return home with nothing but a newspaper in hand and his heavy breathing added to your fear factor.

Something was wrong. The human had never come back so early and always completed his task before returning. Today he looked exhausted, he was breathing heavy, and from what you could see, was covered in sweat. He was thinking about something and it was obviously frustrating him, but what?

As concerned as you were for him, you were more worried about getting back to your hole without being caught. Right now the human’s back was to you and he seemed more than occupied with his thoughts. If you were fast enough you could at least make it to the other side of the counter, once you get to the safety zone by the fridge, being seen would be the least of your worries.

You can’t run across or else he’ll hear you, but also can’t walk or you won’t make it in time. What you needed was a steady yet quick pace that matched the jingle of your bag to his heavy breathing and—

Oh fuck

Bucky began to move away from the wall and face the open room. You staggered back a little and froze, his back was only partly to you now. If you didn’t move then maybe he wouldn’t notice you and then you could wait for him to walk away.

You watched him unfurl the newspaper in a stiff manner, holding your breath in the few seconds of silence before he turned the page.  It took nothing but a meer glance at it for him to slam the newspaper onto the stove top and the folded papers scattered across the surface. Internally, you were screaming, but it took every bit of strength you had not to react outwardly. Slowly you slid your bag of your body and backed up until you hit the toaster. There was no way you were going to make it to safety while carrying your bulky bag, you would just have to leave without it and hope for the best. It was one thing to be caught by a human, it’s another thing when they’re in a mood. And this one was angry. To escape from him with your life would be a miracle but you hoped you wouldn’t need one.

You had it all planned out, on the count of three you would take off while his back was still to you and safely return to the comfort of your hole in the wall.

1

You closed your eyes and bit your lips out of habit.

2

Bucky flailed his arms in the air with no sense of purpose but from frustration as he growled.

3

Along with your first step Bucky slammed his hands onto the stove top and aggressively  swiped everything into the air. Again you were frozen in your tracks and the ceramic mug that shattered on the wall close to you sent you reeling. You ran to the corner between the toaster and the wall, praying that God would give you the strength to squeeze behind the toaster.

Through your watery eyes and the falling papers, you watched the human walk over to the fridge and then rest his back against the counter next to it. His fist balled tightly then gripped the counter.

No no no no NO

Impossible. There was no way for you to escape now and you were out in broad daylight. His elbow laid on the counter and carried his weight, blocking your only path back to safety. The fact that you hadn’t been spotted yet was terrifying...What will he do when he does see you? You could only begin to how he’d take his anger out on you. This is just a recipe for disaster and God is cooking up a storm.

The human’s head hung low and his eyes rolled back. With a heave he began muttering;

“Steve...Steve”

Over and over again to himself.

“Why are you everywhere? Who are you?”

He lifted his left hand and removed the glove from it, revealing the metal prosthetic. You stared at it with awe, only briefly forgetting your fear. Even inside the apartment he rarely took his glove off, but today was different. He gazed at his hand and huffed with a hint of relief before running it through his hair. His arm was a lot nicer than you thought. Its gray color reflected what little light lit the room and its shine displayed how smooth the metal. Watching him flex his fingers was a show, you would never guess something that looked so solid could be so flexible.

Still lost in the wonder that was his arm, you didn’t notice his biological arm tense, releasing his grip from the edge and balling it into a fist before it slammed on the counter. A small gasp escaped your lips as you fell to your knees and you could hear the human immediately turning his head to look at you.

Oh no

You snapped your head up, allowing your wide and terrified eyes to meet his.

His demeanor changed instantly as the frustration was replaced with confusion and a soft gaze.

“Oh my god,” You whimpered, slowly standing up.

“Oh my god,” He whispered back in an unexpectedly silvery voice.

His whole body turned towards you and his eyes sized you up. He took a step forward and you backpedaled into the same corner.

This was it… Cornered, by an angry bean, with nowhere to run or hide. You had been so careful these past months, being seen was in no way your fault but bad luck. Unfortunately, blame wasn’t going to save you from the wrath of a human. Tears returned and brimmed your eyes as you watched him continue to step closer until he towered right above you. You wouldn’t have dared to break eye contact but couldn't help but wince and cower as he leaned forward and lifted his hand.

“Please!” you cried, blocking you face with your arms and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Please.. Please don’t hurt me…”

His hand retreated— not that you noticed —and he crouched so that only his head was visible to you. He watched the tears spill from your eyes momentarily as you sobbed with hushed cries before he began.

“Hey, hey, hey,” his deep voice surprised you, making you jump and look at him.

“It’s okay… you speak English?” Quickly you took your sleeve and wiped you face, nodding in reply.

“You got a name, doll?”

You lowered your arms to your shoulders to reveal you face as you continued nodding. “...Y/N” you choked.

“I’m Bucky,” he offered. You already knew his name though. When he first moved in, the first few days he was non-stop repeating it to himself.

“Bucky, Bucky. My name is Bucky. I am Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky”

“It's nice to meet the person who's been eating my food.” While he smiled, your heart dropped.

“You-you— “

“You aren’t exactly the cleanest with my bread,” he interrupted, motioning his head to your bag on the counter with bread crumbs falling out.

Your cheeks flushed and you trained your eyes to the ground. “I-I I am so sorry, it won't happen again. Please just let me go and I won't come back, you won't ever have to worry about it again and you’ll never see messy crumbs from me again. Please don’t hurt me; Just let me go please—” Tears swelled in your eyes again as your rambled on with fear. You didn’t see as he reached for you again, but instead of a hand it was in pointer finger.

He lifted your chin up gently, which quite frankly, being touched by him no matter how soft was going to scare you. He forced you to look him in the eyes as he wiped a tear of your cheek with his thumb. “I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t care that you ate some of my bread. I just wanted to know who you were. I knew you couldn’t be a mouse, too clean and organized and, well, here you are… So you have to explain, what are you?”

He withdrew his hand to slick hair behind his ear..

“I’m a borrower…”

“Like that kids stories?”

“...sure?” He chuckled

“What’s an American borrower doing here in Romania? That's a long way for someone like you”

Your voice hitched, forcing you to take a deep breathe. “A few months ago, I hitchhiked in someone's bag… few hours later and here I am.” He huffed another laugh. That was a good thing right? He hadn’t attempted to hurt you or put you in a jar yet, maybe he would let you go and you could plan your move to another apartment. Or maybe not.

“I’m sorry if I scared you earlier. I'm guessing you saw most of that?”

You nodded hesitantly. If you weren’t stunned with fear you might have asked him about it.

“Yeah…” He pursed his lips with a huff and tapped his fingers on the edge of the counter.

“Well,” he scooped up your bag and dangled it in front of you, “this is yours, no?”

You nodded and he moved the bag closer to you in offering. Your eyes flickered between his and the bag unsure of the offer, when you finally took it he pulled his hand back and stood up.

“I won’t keep you any longer. You can leave.” He said as you reexamined the contents of your bag. Instantly you looked up to him with wide eyes, was he  letting you go?

Your mouth hung agape for a few moments before you could express a breathy “Really?”

He face was sure as he nodded. “Yes, See I’ll even turn around.” He did just that.

You were blown away with shock. You slipped your bag over your shoulders and began to jog across the counter.

“I know your people have a rule about leaving once being seen.”

You slowed your pace as he spoke.

“All I’m saying is that you don’t have to go. I don’t mind your being here. You’re good at hiding and being invisible, I’ll give you that. A spy from birth. Just don’t let me catch you again.”

By the end of his speech you had jumped in the space behind the refrigerator and began crawling down the wall with your back pushed to the fridge to keep from falling.

**

Bucky listened intently to your movements. He smiled when you entered your hole behind the fridge and stopped. He knew you were thinking about his proposition to stay.

“See you around, doll.”

[griffins-fanfic]

Lovesick

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality

Word Count: 1855

Logan had planned to spend the night with music, tea, and the stack of library books he had recently acquired, but the universe had other plans for him. Thirty pages into his book, his roommate came into the living room and flopped dramatically onto his lap. Virgil screamed for a good forty-five seconds into Logan’s thighs.

    “I presume that you saw the show?” Roman had invited them to see in a production of some community show he was in, but Logan found that musicals tended to trigger his sensory issues, so he respectfully declined.

    “He has absolutely no right to be that pretty. How is that fair?” Virgil groaned. “How could he do this to me?”

    “I picked up a couple books you might enjoy, would you like to read one of them?” Logan wasn’t sure whether he wanted the distraction, but he thought he should try. Hopefully Virgil wouldn’t talk his ear off for an hour again.

    “I know you avoid those meet and greets like the plague, but there really is another energy to them. I went to go congratulate him afterwards, and I could think about nothing more than how much I wanted to kiss him. Then I gave him the flowers I bought him. I bought him flowers, Logan, Flowers! Why did I do that? What if he thinks that’s weird.”

    “Flowers are the traditional thing to give performers after the show. It started in the 1930s with dancers, and it signifies praise at a person’s performance. The exchange of flowers can be considered perfectly platonic, and Roman is most likely too busy enjoying the validation he got from it to think of it as anything weird. Did you enjoy it?”

    “The cast was good, but he was truly the shining star. He commanded the stage every time he was on it, which was a lot of the time. I was in the second row and I could see how alive his face was, he was having so much fun. He’s so, argh!, it’s frustrating how lovable he is.”

    Logan sighed. “You know-”

    Virgil interrupted him by shoving his hand in Logan’s face. “Pulse.” Logan took his pulse, counting it along with the clock on the wall. It was high.

    “I know what you want to say, but you know as well as I do that I could never do that. Remember, I’ve tried. It didn’t go well.” That was an exhausting day. Logan had to deal with mid-panic attack Virgil in his room at 2 am. But this endless pining was starting to grate on his nerves.

    “Have you tried texting him?”

    “Confessing my feelings over text? To Roman?” He’d never accept that.”

    “A letter? I’m sure his hopeless romantic heart would adore it.”

    “I can never find wording good enough. My feelings are too much to put into words adequately.”

    “So you’re just going to talk my ear off for eternity while I’m trying to read? You need to get over yourself and tell him. I’m telling you that whatever horrible thing you think is going to happen will never transpire. The worst case scenario is a small period of awkwardness until you two deal with it. Roman adores you too much to do the big, dramatic rejection you’re imagining.”

    Virgil mumbled something into his lap that sounded suspiciously like “hypocrite” before he rolled over. “I’ll take one of those books.”

    Logan managed to enjoy the rest of his night with his book, just with the added element of his roommate in his lap

~~~

Logan was pining hard, and it nearly made Virgil cringe. He recognized the change in Logan’s demeanor anytime Patton entered the room. The look in his eyes whenever Patton smiled. The sigh he let out whenever he got a text. It was real pathetic, but he couldn’t comment on it without Logan giving him that look. The look of “you’re one to talk.”

    During a weekly movie night, He got fed up. He had been assigned snack duty with Roman, so he brought it up while they were in the kitchen.

    “We need to deal with Logan.” He said, startling Roman, who had been reaching for the pretzels.

    “What are you talking about?” Roman asked,

    “You know exactly what I’m talking about. His pining is too pathetic, it’s disgusting.”

    “Well I think it’s quite sweet. There’s something magical about the crush stage of a relationship.”

    “Yeah, well, it was cute for the first six months. I’m sure it’ll be even cuter when they grow a pair and actually start dating.”

    Roman scoffed. “You have no romanticism. You probably haven’t even been in love before!”

    Virgil held back the half sob, half laugh that was bubbling up. He had no idea. Instead he sighed, and hopped up to sit on the counter. “Look, can we get back to the task at hand?”

    “I’ve got some piping hot tea for you. Patton definitely reciprocates.”

    Virgil gasped dramatically and put his hand over his mouth. “Shock and awe! I had no idea! Normally I’d say let them work it out on their own, I wouldn’t want people meddling in my own relationships, but if I have to deal with one more lovesick sigh whenever Logan sees a photo of him on Facebook, I’m going to freak.”

    Roman pulled the popcorn out of the microwave. “Ok, I have a plan that might work.” He leaned in to whisper it into Virgil’s ear.

~~~

Logan was going to die. There was all this room on the couch and Patton had chosen to lean up against him. Patton was a naturally tactile person, anyone who knew him even vaguely was aware of that, but he had no idea what he was doing to Logan.

    His heart was beating indescribably fast, and a little part of his brain was convinced that Patton could hear it, even if the idea was absurd. He was leaning against his shoulder, not his chest.

    Virgil came into the room with Patton’s biggest bowl filled with popcorn. He, respectively, sat at the other end of the couch. Patton sat up a little bit, but was still a little close for comfort, even though most of Logan was enjoying it.

    “Where’s Roman?” Patton asked, and Logan’s heart fluttered. His voice was so soft and caring,

    “He had to take a phone call, he’ll be back soon. Did y’all decide on a movie yet?”

    “The first Harry Potter movie! Logan hasn’t seen it yet, somehow.”

    “You know I find fantasy a little too dreamy for my tastes. I did read the books in high school, but I never cared to watch the movies.”

    Roman rushed into the room. “My apologies, but I’m afraid I’m needed elsewhere. Remy just called me in a panic. Apparently he’s getting proposed to tonight and needs my help on choosing his outfit.” He then checked his phone, pretending to get a text. “And he’s requesting Virgil’s help with makeup.”

    Patton sat up fully then, and Logan was both relieved and disappointed. He missed the warmth. “Oh dear. We can postpone the movie till tomorrow night.”

    “NO!” Roman shouted, way too enthusiastic.

    The room was stunned into silence before Virgil saved it. “Everything’s all prepared, it would be a shame for us to waste it. Besides, Roman and I have seen the movie a hundred times. You two enjoy yourself, we will go help him.”

    They rushed out the door, leaving the two alone. Logan resented them for it.

    As soon as the door closed behind them, Patton started shoveling popcorn into his mouth. “Well, that was the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.”

    “Wh-what?” Logan asked.

    “It was obviously just a ploy to get us alone. Remy would never ask for anyone else’s fashion advice, even Roman’s.”

    “Why would they do that.” Logan knew full well why, but he wanted to see what Patton thought.

    “Well, because I’m in love with you, silly. I could hear them scheming in the kitchen.” Logan had been too busy screaming internally to pay attention to them while they were getting snacks and-wait, what did he just say?

    “What did you just say?”

    Logan watched as Patton processed the gravity of the words he had just said. “I mean, uh, I, well. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop a bombshell like that so casually. It’s perfectly fine if you don’t feel the same, if fact, it’s truly understandable. I mean, I don’t know why I thought you would feel the same in the first place. It’s just a silly little crush.”

    “Patton.” Logan tried to cut him off, but he kept rambling.

    “And I wouldn’t even be offended I was just being dumb-”

    Logan took Patton’s face in his hands. “Can I kiss you?”

    This time Patton was the one that was speechless. “Huh?”

    “Can. I. Kiss. You?”

    “Uhm, yes.”

    And so he did. And he had no idea why in the world he waited so long. No fireworks exploded, no intertwining of souls. But it was soft, and gentle, and was the best thing Logan had ever experienced, and he once solved a Rubik’s Cube in thirty seconds.

    They did get through the movie, but Logan spent a lot of it staring at the man he was cuddling, incredulous.

~~~

Roman and Virgil had found themselves in the park after their escape. It was dark out, so there were no kids on the playground. Virgil was hanging upside down from the monkey bars while Roman paced back and forth in front of him, ranting about story idea that had nestled itself into his mind.

    “So the dragon witch is like ‘roar! No man can save the maiden!’ then the knight goes all Eowyn like ‘I am no man!’ and the maiden and the cook live happily ever after!”

    Virgil did his best to shrug while upside down. “Could be gayer.” The phrase had become a sort of inside joke between the two of them.

    Roman muttered angrily. “Could be-it’s already real gay! It’s lesbian fantasy!”

    “Could be gayer.”

    Roman only scoffed and picked up his pacing again. Virgil loved watching him while he was in the zone, it was one of the only times he could openly stare without getting caught.

    “I love you.” He muttered, then panicked when Roman stopped. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, much less loud enough that he could hear it. “I mean, uh,” That’s when he fell off the monkey bars.

    “By the beard of Zeus! Virgil, are you okay?”

    Virgil stood up and dusted himself off. “I’m fine, just a small scrape on my palm.” Virgil hoped the fall would distract Roman from his confession.

    “We should go get that cleaned up.” Roman paused. “But before that.”

    Virgil wondered what he was going to do, then he found himself being kissed. Ah, he was going to do that. The kiss was short, but passionate, and both were gasping when they pulled away.

    “How was that?” Roman asked.

    Virgil just shrugged, small smile dancing across his face. “Could be gayer.” Roman shoved him away before Virgil pulled him back for another.

[stardust-ghost]

Overthinking | pt.2

Ask and you shall recieve~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Part: 2/4

Warnings: Angst at the beginning

Summary: Peter Parker has been trying to tell you, his best friend, that he loves you for a while now, but is terrified of rejection. When he finally musters up the courage, things seem to get in his way.

A/N: This got a lot more attention than I thought it would, but you guys did ask for a part two and I have provided. Remember, I’m always trying to improve and I’m always accepting criticism. 

Part 1 | Part 3

God Peter could never hate himself more than he did this night, curled around a pillow in bed. The silent tears had ceased a while ago, but the streaks they left coupled with the puffy eyes completed the heartbroken look he was sporting. He couldn’t even remember a Friday spent without you, let alone like this.

He regrets his decision. He should’ve told her. He should’ve told her then and there how he felt. That he would take her on a date. That he loved her. Peter shut his eyes tightly and sighed, trying to just stop thinking before his thoughts spiraled his mood further into the ground. Yet, he just couldn’t help it.

Why should he be surprised? Peter Parker was never the brave one. Spider-Man, maybe, but never Peter Parker. Peter Parker is always the kid who misses his chance. Peter Parker is the kid that doesn’t get the girl. Peter Parker is the kid who gets forgotten. So why should he be surprised?

Before he could delve deeper into the black hole his mind was creating for him, there was a knock at his bedroom door.

“What is it?” He called out shakily, worried that his voice would crack and he would expose himself before the person even opened the door.

“It’s just me Peter.” It was Aunt May. She got home earlier than usual. “Can I come in?” Peter couldn’t find the courage to respond, knowing that if he did he would give himself away. It didn’t really matter his answer though because as he predicted, May just let herself in, letting out a small gasp at his state. She quickly came to him to sit on the edge of his bed. “What’s wrong?”

Peter’s first thought was to deny everything and say he was fine. Blame the tears on a sad puppy video or something, but the way his Aunt looked at him just made him break down all over again.

“I messed up May. I really messed up.” He nearly choked on his words as new sobs wracked his body, a wave of heartache coursing through him. May immediately went into ‘parent mode’. She softly cooed a chorus of ‘it okay” and shushes as she gently ran her fingers through his hair, an action known in the past to calm him down.

“Peter I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think. Just calm down and tell me what happened.” Although his explanation was often interrupted by hiccups, sniffles, and small sobs, he told her the whole story. By the end of it, he calmed down enough to breathe normally and a shade of red crept up his neck when he realized how childish he must’ve seemed.

“I lost my chance, what am I gonna do?” May smiled softly at him.

“No, you didn’t Peter. Think about it, you’ve known her for years and every time you two are together there is this happy bright energy in the air, I’ve seen it myself. She probably doesn’t even know this boy that well. I think you should tell her. If she feels the same I don’t think one date with one random guy will make her forget about you. Who knows,” a soft smirk rose on her face, “maybe she was trying to make you jealous.” Peter let out a strained laugh at that. Wouldn’t that be ironic? As he mulled over the idea he found it to make a lot of sense and felt even more ridiculous. Nothing changed, he would be taking the same risk.

“Thank you.” He sat up to hug her tightly, relief washing through him. She shook her head and hugged him back.

“It’s my job.” She pulled him back at arm's length. “ Now how about you and me watch a movie or two since you’re missing a partner. You need a break from all that thinking.”

Later that same night he was lying in bed, actually on the brink of sleep instead of wide awake and stuck in his thoughts when he heard a soft tapping noise. His eyes shot open as he glanced around the room. At first, he thought he imagined it in his tired state, but there it was again.

He reluctantly got up and took another look around, noticing someone outside his window, nearly jumping out of his skin. Peter calmed down the next moment though when he recognized the figure on his fire escape. The one girl he was trying so desperately not to think about, yet he didn’t hesitate in letting you in.

“Y/N?” He asked groggily, wiping the tiredness out of his eyes. “What are you doing here so late?” You gave him a strange look.

“It’s 9:45.”

“Oh.” He hadn’t realized just how early he had crawled into bed. Peter opened his mouth, ready to make a joke to hide his embarrassment when he finally took in your appearance. A pretty, but casual navy blue dress and some flats, but the most notable part of the look was your tear-filled eyes. “Oh gosh, what happened Y/N?” He got this sinking feeling in his stomach and he pulled you to sit down on his bed. He thought it was sadness or guilt, but as he pushed away strands of hair sticking to your wet cheeks, he realized it was anger.

You almost never cried at anything except sad romance movies, so whatever, or more accurately, whoever, put you in this state was going to have to face Peter Parker very soon. But all those resentful thoughts were quickly tucked away when you started to stutter out your response.

“S-so I showed up ten minutes early because I would rather be there before him, I was sort of expecting to wait for a-a w-while. After thirty minutes, I thought y’know.” You sniffled through your words and used hand gestures to explain. “Maybe he’s just running late, right? So I kept waiting. H-he said h-he would be there by 6, so by 7:30 I just feel like an idiot, but nevertheless, I held out some hope. M-maybe something came up, th-that’s possible, but I got pretty hungry and since I didn’t know when he w-was going to sh-show up, I just ordered my food. I waited until nine o’clock Peter. Nine! A-and then I didn’t know what to do so I came here.” Peter found it particularly hard to follow along with your story through the fast-paced rambling and the sniffles, but he got the gist.

“He just... stood you up?” He felt a pang in his heart, but this time it wasn’t for himself, it was for you. How could someone ditch someone as pretty and as kind as you?

“Yeah. He did.” Your voice got significantly softer compared to your hurt rant. Peter did the thing he did best. He held you.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.”

“It’s not your fault, I just wish I hadn’t skipped out on our Friday.” You let out a bitter laugh. “Much rather be here with you than at a restaurant by myself.” Peter watched as your eyes cast down into your lap. “Is there something wrong with me?” His face turned into one of shock. Did you actually just ask him that?

“What?” His words came out so soft that if they hadn’t been sitting so close, you probably wouldn’t have heard it.

“I mean,” new tears welled up in your eyes to replace the old ones, “almost three years of high school and people are barely interested in being my friend, let alone date me. And the one guy who asks me out ditched me before I can actually give him a reason to. There has to be something wrong with me.” The vulnerability in your voice made him want to cry as well. “What is it, Peter? Is it how I look?” He quickly shook his head. He would never in a million years guess that you felt this way about yourself, especially when he thinks so highly of you. He didn’t know what to say, but he has to say something.

“There is absolutely nothing wrong with you Y/N. You’re the most beautiful girl I know. And the smartest. And the nicest. Any guy that has you is the luckiest guy I know. If someone like Damien can’t see that, then quite honestly, he doesn’t deserve someone as great as you. I know that this must sound cheesy and right out of a movie cliche, but that is actually what I think.” The small smile you gave paired with a slight scoff had his heart melting.

“Do you... Do you mean that?”

“Yeah.” At that you let your head fall to his chest and he lowered you both to lay down on his bed as he gently pets your hair.

He had an opportunity to tell you but held his tongue. Now wasn’t the time, he needed to be there for you right now and if you didn’t feel the same, you might not want his shoulder to cry on.

A/N: Again, this is an imagine from my other account, I am not stealing it. 

[mysteli]

Endless Summer Imperfect - Chapter 2

A/N: Wow! I got this out a lot quicker than I thought I would. If you haven’t read the first chapter! I reccommend you read that first! Hope you enjoy!

Endless Summer Aftermath - Ending 1

Imperfect

Chapter 2 - Fragment of A Memory

Logan

Sean Gayle?! Of all people, why would Diego set Logan up with Sean? Well, there was only one reason. His reputation. Everyone still saw him as a God. A football-playing machine. A heart stealer. The last person that would ever go on a date with shy, sheepish Logan Mercer. Of course, the old Logan would be gawking and drooling at the idea of going out with Sean. Memories of her former self were vague but now and then she would feel an alternate version of certain situations, including this one.

Sean was now what he used to be. He was forced to uphold the image of being everything everyone wanted to be, even if it hurt him that he couldn’t be himself. Logan had known him long enough to know what his true intentions were. What makes Diego think Sean would wanna go on a date with her? Wait, nevermind, he already said YES!

Confused, Logan released a heavy sigh, not sure how to process the Diego’s proposal. She struggled to form words, as she met eyes with Diego, who was staring at her expectantly.

“Why... why?” was all Logan managed to say, almost mentally kicking herself for asking a question she didn’t really want an answer for. All she wanted was the ability to say “No” and move on with her life. Then again, Diego clarified that there wasn’t a choice.

“Why? Isn’t it obvious? You need to get over this Jake guy! And Sean seems like a good place to start.” Diego explained, not being very convincing. Bored, Logan rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Look, he just got out of a relationship as well. You both have a reason to be on this date”

“What made Sean even agree to this?” Logan questioned, with a lost look of disbelief. Diego couldn’t help but chuckle at her lack of belief.

“Actually... he wanted me to set this up.” He revealed, smirking slyly, expecting his words to shock Logan or finally make her smile. However, it didn’t seem to affect her at all. In fact, all she did was roll her eyes. Silent for a moment, she contemplated the idea once more before finally sighing heavily.

“I’m sorry, Diego, but I’m not going on this date.” Logan dismissed the idea completely, folding her arms in frustration and Diego groaned out of boredom but he seemed determined to get Logan to go on this date.

“Listen, if you go on this date...” Diego began, leaning across the table and resting his head on his fist. “I will stop making movie references for a month.”

Logan shook her head dismissively, still in denial.

“Okay, I will replace the camera I broke last week.” Diego tried to convince her again, furrowing his brows.

Once again, however, Logan denied, almost laughing at Diego’s practical begging.

“My dad’s already buying me one.” She replied, smirking devilishly. In response, Diego rolled his eyes.

“Okay then, I’ll help you find Jake.” He muttered. This time he was more hesitant but Logan’s smirk dropped when she heard his words. She searched Diego’s eyes to make sure he wasn’t kidding and he wasn’t. Nothing but solemness and seriousness lingered in them.

“Wait, you’ll help me find the man I’m hooked on in exchange for a date with another man that you want to help me get over the man I’m hooked on.” Logan questioned, using air quotes frequently and her tone almost sounding like she was mocking Diego.

“You don’t have to keep saying hooked on like that. But yeah, I’ll do that.” Diego responded, his expression serious and full of determination.

Logan went silent, realising he would really do this for her. Sure, Diego had made gestures like this before but nothing meant more to her than what he was doing for her now. All she could do was stare at him bewilderedly, sapphire eyes wide.

“Wow.” She whispered, unsure how to thank him, even though she was by going on a date with... Sean Gayle.

“What?” He enquired, chuckling lightly at her disbelieving state.

“It’s just... everyone always called me crazy for wanting to find Jake.” Logan muttered, her voice barely a whisper and her eyes relaxed slightly but the confusion was still obvious.

“I do think you’re crazy, Lo, but I’m gonna help you anyway. Cause you’re my best friend.” Diego assured, a wide grin taking over his features and Logan awed at his words.

This was Classic Diego. Putting others before himself every time. Even setting up this very awkward date was only to make Logan happy. All he wanted for her to be satisfied with her life and the ones who cared about her.

“Who knows, you might even have some fun.” Diego suddenly said, barely hiding his smirk as he took a sip out of his coffee. In return, Logan slapped with a coaster and he flinched, stunned. Both of them burst out into laughter.

This was all Logan wanted. To be with her friends. The difficult part was getting everyone to be together again... to regain that endless friendship.

Bzzzt.

Suddenly, a vibrating sound interrupted the meaningful moment. The echoing of Logan’s phone ringing ran around the coffee house. Rolling her eyes at the interruption, Logan picked up her phone, before shooting Diego an alerting look and disappearing into a deserted part of the coffee house.

Finally, she glanced at who was calling and it turned out to be Zahra, or Annoying Roommate, was her name in Logan’s contacts. She answered reluctantly and idly placed the phone over her ear. Before she could say anything, Zahra started rambling into the phone, louder than intended.

“Hey Mercer! Got something you gonna wanna see!” Zahra began, her tone deafening Logan’s right her. She tried to keep up with Zahra’s fast paced words. But her next words were clearer than anything ever had been. “Your boyfriend’s still in the U.S.”

Oh. My. God. He was alive. Jake was alive. Or so her first thought was. However, doubts starting rolling in. What if Zahra was playing a prank? Of course, she was probably just joking. What if Zahra just wanted to break Logan’s heart even more than it already was? At that moment, it sure seemed like the likely intention.

“You’re not kidding, right?” Logan questioned, arching her eyebrows in disbelief, her voice plastered with uncertainty.

“Why the hell would I be kidding?” Zahra enquired, seeming slightly insulted. Her tone took offence and Logan instantly regretted her too quick of an assumption.

“Then, how do you know?” She asked, which is probably what she should have questioned first. Logan closed her eyes, picturing Jake’s face for a moment. His sandy, fawn hair, long a tousled. His captivating, cerulean eyes that could overshadow any angel any day. Just him. Jake in general. The amazing man he was.

Suddenly, she snapped out of her trance, as Zahra started speaking once more.

“I found this article that talks about a criminal sighting outside of Hartfeld Univeristy.” Zahra began and Logan listened intently, processing every word. “And I looked more into it and turns out that criminal was...”

“Jake McKenzie.” Logan finished the sentence, almost instinctively. She hadn’t said Jake’s full name out loud in a long time. For so long, she forced herself to not think about him, not look for him but now, it seemed that he was looking for her. Why else would he be in the U.S? The most important place where he’s not supposed to be. If he remembered nothing, he’d still be chilling in a hammock in Costa Rica. He’d never jeopardise his entire system of not getting caught.

Wait, what about Mike?

“Does it say anything about Mike Darwin?” Logan questioned, her expression suddenly going solemn, as she doubted if Mike was even alive. Maybe that’s why Jake gave up and came back. Maybe he was grief-stricken and couldn’t handle it any more. Maybe he came here to get caught.

Silence invaded the phone for a moment, as Zahra skimmed over the article once more. Logan waited at the other end very impatiently.

“...No.” She stated simply, releasing a heavy sigh and tears threatened to leave Logan’s hurt eyes. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was just a guilty Jake coming to get caught. But then again, why Hartfeld? Logan spent another minute processing the situation, before sighing softly and clearing her throat.

“I’m coming back. Keep that article up.” Logan clarified, before speaking some final words with Zahra. Finally, she hung up the phone and made her way back to over to Diego.

He greeted her with an expectant gaze, clearly wanting to know who it was.

“I have to go.” Logan stated in a hurried tone, eager to know about Jake’s mysterious and very unusual return. Quickly, she chugged down the rest of her coffee before handing her cup to a nearby waiter. She stuffed her phone in her pocket and looked back at Diego, who glancing at her bewilderedly.

“Where you going?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at her. She barely caught his words and she forced a smile at him.

“Out.” She muttered before leaving the coffee house, leaving Diego in a lost and oblivious state.

Estela

She eyed the unusual art she’d drawn. The visions Estela had seen were different and unusual than anything she’d ever seen. Dreams and nightmares of times on a mysterious island, where Estela and eleven others fought for their lives repeatedly and formed an ever-lasting friendship. Some of the faces were recognisable and others were complete strangers. Some of the familiar faces were from Estela’s college.

Grace Hall, who Estela had never really spoken to, only seen her sat on her own, reading a book by a bench, at 8am every day. Estela always sees the shy Grace reading on that bench when she goes on her morning jogs, as a way to clear her head. However, Grace isn’t the same person in the visions. In them, she’s confident and she always seems to know what to do. This is the case with a lot of the familiar faces.

For example, Aleister Rourke, the unusual guy with no family. Like Grace, he usually spends his days alone and for some reason, he always looks angry and frustrated. He never seems to talk to anyone. However, in the visions, he co-operated with everything and always suggested interesting points, even if him and his ideas weren’t as appreciated sometimes. He got along with everyone and saved lives occasionally.

And then one of the most interesting characters. Logan Mercer. She was odd, definitely, as her personality was completely in the visions than it was in reality. In the visions, she had a heroic attitude, always putting others before herself and never allowing her friends to be put in danger. She was the main motivation for most of them, including Estela. However, now she was different, lost even. She spent most of her days looking upset and alone.

Once again, Estela scanned the mysterious pictures that she’d drawn, based on some of the events that happened at the La Huerta. One of her fighting a colossal crab and another of her and Logan having a heart to heart. However, there were other weird visions that didn’t revolve around the island. Visions of Estela’s mother.

Her mother had died before she was born, at least that’s that Estela’s adoptive mother said. That’s right. Estela was adopted at two years old, which leaves a lack of memory when it comes to her real mother. Then, she was adopted by a woman called Lila, who gave her home and the normal life that the average kid would want. However, Estela always felt like something was missing and was never satisfied about what she had. Maybe it was her lack of a real mother.

With the thought on her mind, Estela picked up the drawing of her mother. It was a vague assumption on what she assumed her mother would like. Or the person she saw in her visions. And Estela had a rocky relationship with her mother recently. She had even lost the habit of even calling Lila “mother”. What the hell happened?

Suddenly, the door of the dorm room burst open, the sound echoing through the area. Estela swerved around and was met with her roommate, Quinn Kelly. Estela barely caught a glimpse of her before Quinn disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. A worried look crossed Estela’s face, as the deafening sound of vomiting vibrated through the room.

This had been happening constantly. Since Quinn was chosen to be Estela’s roommate, she would get up in the middle of the night to puke or catch her breath. However, she wouldn’t tell Estela what was going on. She refused to talk about it with anyone. At some point, Estela couldn’t help but think that Quinn was pregnant but it had been going on way to long for that to be a possibility.

Ten minutes passed and Quinn finally exited the bathroom, running her hands through her bright, ginger hair. Sweat creased her forehead, as she made her way over to her bed. She seemed tense, almost shaken up. Curious, Estela furrowed her eyebrows while gazing at Quinn intently.

It took the red head a minute to notice Estela staring at her. A silence overwhelmed them both and neither knew what to say.

“Um... you okay?” Estela questioned, her voice a puny mumble. Quinn barely caught her words and her blue eyes were full of surprise, as if she was stunned by Estela’s concern.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks.” Quinn responded, forcing a weak smile, her eyes shining gratefully but the tears still glistened at the corners. Her response seemed genuine but Estela didn’t believe her.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna tell me what’s going on?” Estela enquired. This was the first time she’d asked for a while and she suspected that Quinn expected it again some time soon. Hearing the question, she released a heavy sigh, a puff of smoke leaving her lips.

“I want to... but I can’t.” Quinn admitted, rubbing her arms sheepishly, a timid look on her face. She almost looked like she was shivering.

“Why?” Estela asked, not seeming to care about being cautious anymore.

“My... parents say it’ll mess everything up.” Quinn confessed, not wanting to hide it anymore but she still kept her answers vague and blunt. Estela sighed, surrendering.

“Well, you know you can talk to me if you need anything, okay?” Estela assured, folding her arms casually while forcing a solemn expression. Grateful, Quinn smiled weakly.

“Thanks.” She whispered, before disappearing into the bathroom once more. With that, Estela sighed once more and glanced back at the art before her, a million thoughts scattered around her head.

Logan

Eventually, she reached her dorm room, clutching the strap of her bag as she ran like she never had before. Her thoughts ran wild in her head and all she could think about was the fact that Jake was back in the U.S. The love of her life had arrived back in town and that only gave her motivation to get back to her dorm room quicker.

She yanked the door knob and threw the door open, her blond hair tousled from the wind outside. But she didn’t care. All she wanted was to find Jake. Out of breath, she scanned the dorm room, her eyes landing on Zahra, who was sat cross-legged on her bed, dark eyes fixed on the laptop screen.

“Hey, Namazi.” Logan greeted Zahra, gaining her attention immediately when she called her by her last name. Slightly insulted, Zahra folded her arms and narrowed her eyes slightly.

“I do something nice for you and you greet me like that?” She complained, the left side of her lips curving up lightly.

“Seriously though, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” Logan thanked Zahra, her eyes relaxing as she approached where Zahra was sitting. “Now, show me what you got.”

“Oh yeah.” Zahra began, tilting her laptop so that Logan could see. An article was revealed to her, with a very bold and obvious headline, stating a criminal sighting. Underneath the headline was a picture of Hartfeld University. If you squint, you can see a circled part of the picture, where Logan noticed a familiar face. Blurry but she would recognise that face anywhere.

It was Jake. It was definitely Jake. The blurred image didn’t change how attractive he was. He still wore his usual khaki jacket and his hair was still tacky in the absolute best way. Logan stared at the image in awe, at the way he was “casually” strolling past Hartfeld University. But his cerulean eyes were side-eyeing a stranger beside him. Probably to make sure that no one recognised him. But why was he being so obvious? Does he even still go by Jake?

“Boo.” A deafening voice suddenly spoke, stunning Logan out of her trance. She jumped back slightly and she could hear the faint laughter of Zahra. Annoyed, Logan rolled her eyes and folded her arms in a frustrated manor. However, she shook it off and turned her attention back to the screen.

“I just... can’t believe this. He’s... here. Hell, he’s alive.” Logan admitted, obviously astonished and talking as if she speaking to herself. Zahra raised her eyebrows questioningly but Logan wasn’t paying attention to her. A tear threatened to leave Logan’s eye but she blinked rapidly to stop it from escaping.

“Do you want me to leave you alone with the blurry image?” Zahra joked, a smirk crossing her lips, causing Logan to snap out of her trance. She narrowed her ocean eyes and furrowed an eyebrow at Zahra.

“You had to ruin it, didn’t ya? Trust me, I’m not in the mood.” Logan growled, a solemn look reaching her face, the light in her eyes dying completely. Jake was back and she didn’t care what anyone else thought right now. All she cared about was him.

“Sorry, but I do have to go. I got my last class now.” Zahra stated, closing her laptop and stuffing her phone in her pocket. “I’ll see you later.”

With that, Zahra left, leaving Logan to contemplate about the situation she’s in.

Sean

The next day went by quickly. Quite normally, like usual. The same, average, boring day for Sean. Wake up. Brush teeth and get dressed. Go to the first class. Then go to another class. Hang out with Craig at break. Then go to another class. Have lunch with the football team. Go to the last class. Go to football practise. Then hang out with Craig. Repeat. Again and again and again and again. Throughout each day, act like someone you’re not and always force a smile.

That’s what Sean always tells himself. Never snap at anyone. Always act like the hero you’re not and never deny a favour. Never fail. Never fall and never fly with the wrong crowd. They’re practically rules Sean made up for himself. For ages, he’s been forced to be friends with people he hates and date girls he’s never felt a connection with. Only date them because of their popularity.

Now, a girl he actually is attracted to wants to go on a date with him. Logan Mercer. He’s had his eye on her for a while now, especially because of these visions, or memories, of her he’d been having recently. Visions of her heroic acts on an island and her teaching him that being a hero isn’t always the only option.

Since Michelle, Sean was never able to go on a date with another girl. But now, it’s been three months and it’s time for him to move on with his life. Even if the date doesn’t go well, he’ll be proud that he did this for himself. That’s all he’s asking for.

Sean gazed intently at his well-presented exterior reflected in the mirror. He tightened his tie and fiddled with his suit jacket, hoping that he was ready for this date. Honestly, he was nervous. He never thought Logan would agree to this or that Diego would even suggest it, since they had barely spoken. But Sean knew that this was gonna be good for him. And he was prepared to make this work.

Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he turned away from the mirror, grabbed his phone and exited his dorm room - careful to not wake Craig from his very loud slumber.

Soon enough, he made it outside when a figure jumped in front of him, blocking the path to his car. Stunned, he stumbled back, rubbing his forehead. He focused his attention on the unusual figure, meeting eyes with Michelle. Of course, who else would it be?

“Michelle? What the hell are you doing?” Sean questioned, attempting to get past her but she jumped in front of him once more, narrowing her eyes.

“Heard you were going on a date with Logan Mercer.” Michelle stated, folding her arms in a frustrated manor. She seemed to be putting on an enraged act, as Sean noticed her hands shaking slightly.

“...Are you okay?” He enquired, genuinely concerned, his chocolate brown eyes fixed on her shivering hands. Michelle followed his gaze, realising how obvious her nerves were. Immediately, she threw her hands behind her back.

“I’m fine. Just wanted to tell you something.” She assured, biting her lip awkwardly but Sean didn’t seem fazed by it.

“What is it?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at her in a confused manor.

“I just want you to know that...” Michelle began, stuttering slightly. Suddenly, she paused, seeming to play out her response in her head. Nothing sounded right and Sean couldn’t help but be bewildered. After a long moment of silence, she closed her eyes and sighed heavily. “Never mind.”

That was the last thing she said before running off into the direction of the sunset, the many colours playing across her hair as she darted out of sight. Not sure what just happened, Sean grabbed his car keys out of his pocket and prepared to head to the restaurant that Logan and him agreed to meet at.

Logan

After a long car ride, she finally arrived at the restaurant, a million thoughts crossing her mind. Diego offered to drive her and she couldn’t help but except. He decided to set this up after all. Nerves hit her immediately but it wasn’t because of Sean. Jake was still on her mind. His mysterious return. She wasn’t able to stop thinking about it all day and now that he was in Hartfeld, shouldn’t she be looking for him? Instead of going on this unnecessary date. Then again, she was doing this for Diego.

Forcing a smile, she turned to Diego, while fidgeting with the straps of her red dress. Sean said that the restaurant they were going to was more casual than most but he still told her to dress up. Sitting the other car seat, Diego grinned broadly at Logan, trying to be reassuring.

“You ready?” He asked, knowing what the answer to that was already but Logan could tell he was trying to get her excited for the date.

“Not really but I guess I’m going anyway. Thanks for driving, by the way.” Logan thanked him, giving him a quick hug before stepping out of the car.

“Have fun, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Diego joked, before flashing his best friend a cheesy but goofy smile and driving off.

Logan let out an innocent laugh and started towards the restaurant. Once she entered, she instantly caught sight of Sean, who had his dark eyes fixed on the door, clearly awaiting her arrival. Once he noticed her, his jaw dropped. He was already seated at a table so Logan casually wandered over to him, watching his eyes widen.

“Eyes are up here, Q.B.” Logan joked, slightly saddened by her instinctive use of Jake’s old nickname for Sean. His eyes narrowed in response. It was the same reaction from when Jake first response, except he seemed less irritated by it and more amused by it.

“Sorry, Lo. I just think you look beautiful.” Sean admitted, flashing her his usual, clean smile that was actually genuine instead of forced.

“Thanks.” She thanked him before sitting down opposite him. Curiously, she scanned their surroundings, loving the simple and comfortable vibe of the restaurant. It had a bar, which was always nice and it was plastered with ancient artworks which added a historic feel to it. “You chose a nice place.”

“Thank you. I thought you’d appreciate somewhere a bit more casual.” Sean suggested and Logan nodded affirmatively, impressed by the suitable choice.

“I gotta ask though. You literally barely speak to me and now, all of a sudden, you wanna go on a date with me?” Logan questioned, starting to see the Sean she learned to love coming through. The simple and sweet side of him that always stood out to her. Never romantically but she still loved the more honest side of him.

“I was thinking you’d ask that. Well, when I got out my relationship with Michelle...” Sean continued to answer her question but Logan seemed to stop listening when she caught sight of a familiar figure wandering into the restaurant.

Jake McKenzie.

[sakaeaira]

Tauntingly Arousing // Im Jaebum

❀ Genre - Half smut(+16)

❀ Pairing - Im Jaebum x Reader

❀ Word count - 2313 words

❀ Plot - Due to GOT7′s 2 months world tour, you were able to talk less and less with Jaebum, your boyfriend. When they returned to Korea, you went to their fanmeeting and things started to heat up as you and Jaebum subtly exchanged stares and smirks.

Picture this...

You were a nail stylist for the girl group TWICE which is under JYP Entertainment, same Entertainment GOT7 is under. Since a year ago, when you got the job, you were ecstatic to meet GOT7 and most importantly Jaebum, your bias. This gave you the chance to actually talk with them.

Jaebum was everything you imagined he would be and wished for. He was caring, protective, cute, handsome, and also pretty dominant at times. Loyal and ambitious, he was the perfect boyfriend you had ever asked for.

But his fame was such a burden to you. Not that you weren't happy for him, but his fame always got in between you two, and you could never properly see each other. You forgot how much time it had passed since you sat down on a couch, cuddled and rambled about the stupidest of things.

You couldn't even remember the taste of his lips after such a long time. His sweetness had been almost erased from your mind and lips, and had been replaced with a want and a yearning. You were longing for his touch, for his soft kisses which turned hard whenever he started getting needy for more of you.

It's not that you were missing his voice or face, you were speaking to him everyday through phone or face-time. You were missing him. His hands, his touch, his taste, his scent. You were missing him being there with you.

You couldn't stand all these girls being all around him, putting their hands on him, smiling at him and him smiling back. You were jealous. So jealous. And the fact that your only option was to cry your fear and sadness at night, alone, in the bed, wasn't helping with the jealousy either.

But hell, you missed him so much.

He had been away for two months due to this world tour, and this thought of him being away from you for so long made you long for him more. It made you miss him more.

However, his tour is going to end just today and you couldn't be happier with it. But, as much as you wanted to see him now, GOT7 had a secret fanmeeting in Seoul, which Jaebum had promised you a ticket to go to.

With excitement, every day, you were hopping from one leg to another all along your apartment, cleaning and arranging even the smallest of things around, knowing that he will pass by. You bought some strawberry scented candles so you could surprise him and  some snacks to enjoy while watching a movie in the dark, your only source of light being the candles.

Happiness blossoming in your heart, you started humming to your favorite song from GOT7 and walked to the fanmeeting, eager to see them.

You sat down on your assigned chair, somewhere in the middle, and not so patiently waited for the guys to get in, but most importantly waiting your boyfriend, Jaebum.

The thought of him made you let out a squeak sound which earned some weird stares from the girls around you, some of them even saying that they felt you. You sheepishly smiled and bowed your head in embarrassment.

Thirty minutes had passed since you arrived and nothing happened. You started to get worried.

‘Why aren't they entering? Did something happen?’ You mentally asked yourself, well aware of the fact that they don't usually take so long coming in.

Cheers and claps snapped you out of your train of thoughts and you watched forward, seeing the guys enter. Talking of the Devil and he shall appear.

You impatiently looked at the guys coming in, starting with Jinyoung, followed by Jackson, Mark, Yugyeom, BamBam and Youngjae, and last but not least, your boyfriend. Your love. Your everything. Jaebum.

He walked the podium to the center, where he positioned himself between the members, the rightful spot for a leader. You smiled and resisted the urge to go and jump in his arms at the sight of him. You were so happy, your cheeks hurting from so much smiling.

Yet, your smile faltered when you realized the smile he was wearing on his face was actually a fake one. He was... anxious and sad inside, but you didn't know why.

Being his girlfriend for so much time had its pros too: you could read his emotions quite well, and you thanked God for that. However, why was he angry?

He finished talking and sat down on one of the seven chairs laid out on the podium for them. The other members started talking, and walking along the podium, some of them even jumping off.

Yet, Jaebum was examining the room, slow and steady, with a hidden impatience behind it. You knew it too well. You knew him too well to know that he was searching for you.

When he caught your stare on him, he saw you had a knowing little smirk on your lips. You knew him too well.

His eyes widened for a second, fixed on your lips. The knowing lips' smirk and glint in the eyes you sometimes wore on your face never once failed to arouse him. He knew that you had an effect on him, and when you showed that, he loved it the most.

He was fiddling in his seat, gulping a little as he saw your expression. You knew what he had in his mind, all the dirty thoughts while he was taking in all of your appearance.

His frustration grew bigger as each second passed. His eyes were filled with lust, pleading you to stop looking at him like that. If he could, he would've come and jumped at you in a second. But he couldn't.

Jaebum knew well what paparazzi and being in the center of attention meant. His reputation as an idol would be doomed if he made the mistake to show his possessive and sexual, perverted side. All the times he did all those sexual hip thrusts and grindings, along with the lip bites and tongue licks, were just fanservices, he enjoyed making his fans happy. But you couldn't say he doesn't enjoy it.

However, if he showed his real sexual side, bad news would be written all around him.

Also, he couldn't risk bringing you into this hectic world the fame brings. You meant too much for him to do that to you.

As his tongue darted out and its wet tip touched the corner of his lips in want for you, your smirk grew bigger. You teasingly tilted your head to the side, letting your hair cover a bit of your face, visibly enjoying affecting him. Watching him beneath your eyelashes, your eyes innocently staring at him, he was getting more fidgety in his seat.

Couldn't taking it anymore, Jaebum suddenly shot up from his chair, making you jump in your seat, your teasing facade tossed to the side.

You became afraid that you crossed the line and Jaebum would come to you, but he did something very surprising and puzzling. He excused himself and left the stage.

You sighed in relief, but thoughts of worry quickly invaded your mind.

‘What happened? Was I too pushy? Maybe I didn't have to go that hard on him...’

Your train of thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your phone's buzz indicating you got a new message along with Jaebum entering the stage wearing a mischievous smile on his plump, pink lips which always made your mind go wild with thoughts.

You furrowed your eyebrows, and opened the text. The color of your face drained and your lips went dry as you read it, suddenly gulping and raising your eyes to catch Jaebum looking at you with the same knowing and naughty smirk you earlier had on.

▷You're getting it on tonight for that smirk. Two can play this game.

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As soon as you arrived home, you jumped into your bed. It wasn't that you were afraid of what will happen, but more you were eager and anxious for it.

Your palms were sweaty and your breath became more and more ragged, fast-paced and hard as your anticipation grew along with all those antagonizing minutes that passed.

You couldn't wait for him to drop by your apartment so you two could finally spend some time together.

With your face planted in between pillows, you didn't hear Jaebum entering your house. Moreover, you didn't hear Jaebum entering your bedroom and locking it behind him.

He silently made his way to your bed, his steps and movements predator like.

His tongue let wet traces on his top lip, climbing down to his bottom lip where he stopped his tongue halfway through licking it and actually brought his teeth to bite hard on the lip.

He couldn't see straight anymore. He wanted you. He wanted to show you all the emotions he felt at the fan meeting, with you in front of him now multiplied.

You felt a pressure on your bed, and you quickly turned around, your heart picking a fast pace of fear, only to skip a beat when your eyes took in the familiar figure of Jaebum. Only that now he was hovering over you, steadying himself with one arm on the bed, his veins being more visible as his muscles were all being flexed to support him.

You gulped. His naughty smile making you part your dry lips in anticipation.

Then he did something unexpected.

With a smirk from him and a yelp from you, he turned you around, pressing his chest on your back.

With his free hand he captured your hand by your back, and got his lips closer to your ear, his hot breath fanning by your neck. You shivered, your eyes closing shut on their own accord.

After a few agonizing moments, he whispered in your ear with a husky, and low voice.

“So you like playing games, huh? Might as well join you, right?” Your breath got stuck in your throat as he starting nudging your skin with his nose, giving you butterfly kisses on the neck. He stopped on one spot, his favorite spot, and without a warning, bit hard on it. You arched your back and moaned.

Your moan was like music to his ears, and he groaned, working on that one spot. Kissing, licking, biting, sucking, teasing.

You started panting, your eyes half open. Something build up inside of you, and you wanted to touch him. To feel him. All of him.

“J-Jaebum...” Your voice was like a whisper, pleading Jaebum to let you touch him. He fastly caught on what you wanted, and you felt his playful smirk on your skin.

He raised his lips, faintly touching your earlobe. You breathed out, your breath getting heavier and heavier.

“What is it, baby girl?” He taunted and teased you, making you ache more for his touch.

“P-Please...”

“What do you want?”

“Let me-” you got interrupted by a gasp that left your mouth when his hand slowly slid under your shirt. “-touch you,” you finally breathed out.

“Hmm,” He hummed, and flipped you over, holding your hands trapped above your head. "I don't think I can let you do that yet, my princess."

You looked up at him, at his love and lust filled eyes, at his erotic facial expression, that made you clench your insides. You were already a goner. Hopelessly in love with him.

He went down, raising your shirt up and starting to leave wet, sloppy kisses on your stomach, and higher and higher up, until he raised your T-shirt up until your neck.

He watched your facial expression while you were laying limp on the bed, all a doll for him to play with. With him only you acted that way. He had that effect on you and you loved it as much as he did.

He hungrily claimed your lips, starting to grind against you slowly, passion in each thrust of his hips. He let go of your hands, and as fast as he did that, you snaked your hands inside his T-shirt, one hand feeling his stomach, and the other scratching his back, harder with every time his hips buckled into you.

He hid his face in the crook of your neck, and worked his way to give your bra off. After he succeeded, he took his T-shirt off and pressed onto you, the skin on skin contact making both of you moan.

You dug your nails deeper into his back, feeling him arch his back accompanied by a hiss leaving his lips.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure, and he started grinding harder into you. He slowly came down on you, closer to your ear. You gulped, your throat dry. He bit your earlobe and whispered.

“I missed you.”

You took in a breath, and tried to bring him even closer to you.

“I missed you too.”

Your words seemed to work some magic spell on him because he moaned, and suddenly pressed his lips against yours.

His sweet taste filled your mouth as your tongue danced, fighting for dominance. Knowing Jaebum, you let him win and be in charge of you tonight, but not after putting up a little fight.

He moaned and groaned as he bit your bottom lip, silently wanting and asking for something. Or may I say, somebody.

He lowered his hand down your stomach until he snaked his hand under your pants.

He raised up and watched straight into your eyes, his eyes so innocently erotic, his breath coming in short pants, his expression pleading.

“May I?” He asked, you already knew what he was asking for and you moaned as his hand trailed lower and lower. Arching your back, and pressing your chest onto his chest, you answered his question.

“You may.”

[iwritestuffsometimes]

A Better PressDay

He yawned. He didn’t realize he had. I couldn’t really blame him; doing the same thing over and over and over for months on end, answering the same questions, pretending to have never answered the question before. I should have come up with something better. I immediately regretted my decision to take the job.

“How bored are you?” I turned up a corner of my mouth in an attempt at a wry smile to hide the disappointment I felt.

“No, no this is fine. I’m just happy to get to talk about the album. I’ve been working on it for like 3 years solid and haven’t really got to talk about it so,” He grinned. I couldn’t really tell if it was a fake ‘I have to lie, this is my job’ grin or a real one. Maybe it was both.

I shook my head and sighed. “Listen,” I started. He frowned. “This is my first day. You’re my first actual on-camera interview.” I stood up. “And clearly this isn’t what I’m cut out for.” I motioned to the bare conference room with a look of as much apathy as I could muster. I could see a tinge of pink creep onto his cheeks. His eyes were wide and he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. I laughed. “If I get fired for this, then, so be it.” I pulled one of the cameras off the tripod and dug my car keys out of my pocket.

“uhhh…” He looked across the room to his publicist. I cut him off.

“Despite the questions I’ve been asking,” I shrugged, “I do know a little about you. And I know that you like exotic cars.” I threw my keys at him. He caught them easily. I was surprised. From what I’d learned about him, I had expected him to drop them. “And I drive a-“

He cut me off. “A lambo!” He examined the logo on the key fob.

“I’m really fond of it.” I laughed. “But I’ve got full insurance and a go pro.” I held up the camera I’d wrenched off the stand. “I feel all stuffy in here and I’m sure you’d like a change of pace. So,” I looked at his team for the first time since I’d sat down. “If it’s okay- we could take a drive?” I looked back to him. “Just to do something different? Break up the monotony of a press day?”

He jumped to his feet. “I’m in. Do I get to drive?” His eyes flashed. He turned back to his publicist. “Don’t say no. Don’t say no. Don’t say no.” He begged. She sighed.

“I’ve got a damper on it.” I rolled my eyes. “My parents are stupid protective. It wont go over 70 miles an hour. There’s no more risk than there is when he’s driving his own car.” I said to the lady.

His face fell slightly but he seemed to still be on board. “Please, Jen?”

She sighed again and nodded. “Fine.” She, clearly begrudgingly, said. “But you’d better be careful. If you die doing one of my press junkets- I’ll never get another job.”

“You’re the best!” Hunter ran over to her and high fived her. “We’ll be back!” He followed me out of the room and down the elevator in silence. “How did I not notice a Lamborghini in the parking lot?” I laughed. “I didn’t park it in the parking lot.” He nodded. I lowered my voice. “And there isn’t a damper. I don’t know if that’s even a thing. I look young but I’m 26. My parents don’t care crap how fast I drive.”

His eyes widened. “You are a fantastic liar.” He shook his head in amazement. “I believed it.” I smirked. The elevator door opened and he kept pace with me as I walked out of the hotel and around the side to the alley. He grinned as we neared the vehicle. “This is the best day ever. I really get to drive?” He folded his arms tightly across his chest as he stared at my car.

“Well, I mean, that whole dramatic scene,’ I pointed to the hotel, “woulda been for nothing otherwise, huh?” I teased.

“You really don’t mind?” He took one step closer to the vehicle. His eyes flicked back and forth between my car and me.

“Get in already.” I smiled. He slid into the driver’s side. He frowned as he looked under the steering wheel at the gap between his feet and the gas pedal. He scooted to the edge of the chair. I laughed. “You can move the seat.”

“Oh good.” He visibly relaxed. “I mean, I was gonna roll with it but,” he reached between his legs and the seat slid forward, “this is much better.” He turned the key. It roared to life. He made an appreciative noise. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. He definitely didn’t look bored anymore.

I switched on the go pro. “Okay, so,” I turned it to face me. “This is take 2.” I leaned so that Hunter and I were both in the frame. “Hunter’s gonna drive me around while I ask him some questions.” I paused.

“Which is the best idea ever by the way.” Hunter turned his face toward the camera but kept his eyes forward. “I want every interview to be in a lambo from now on.”

“I thought you’d like it.” I mounted the camera on my window so that we could both be in the frame. “This is quite an awkward position for me,” I squirmed in my seat. My back was pressed against the center console and I was leant back at a strange angle. “There isn’t really a lotta room in these things. I never noticed until now.” I frowned. “Actually, I think you’re the first person to ever ride in my car with me.” I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Wow. I’m honored.” He laughed.

“Okay. So.” I straightened and pulled out my notebook. “First question; what’s your favorite song on the new album?” I asked.

“Uh.” He sighed. “Probably Amen-“

I turned to face him again. “That’s boring, isn’t it?” I squished up my face. “How many times have you been asked that question?”

“Today? Maybe 39. 40.” He scratched his jaw.

“Right. Well, what’s a better question?”

He laughed. “You want me to do your job for you?”

“You want me to drive?” I challenged.

“Oh, you’re good.” He chuckled. He chewed the inside of his jaw while he thought. “I don’t get to talk about the producing side a lot.”

I laughed. “Probably because none of us know what that even means.” I looked back to the camera. “I’ll edit this to make it look like I asked a really good question. You go ahead and give me the answer you want to give.” I shrugged.

His mouth fell open and he turned toward me for a beat. “You’re a really terrible interviewer.” He laughed. “I dig it.” He started in on a spiel about producing. The more he talked, the easier it was to come up with questions that felt real. I was beginning to enjoy myself, listening to him talk about his favorite guitar set up, when he interrupted himself. “Wait, where are we going? When do we have to be back?” He looked at me.

“Ya know, I didn’t think that far ahead.” I shrugged. “You’re driving, man. I have to go where you go.”

He grinned. “You’re definitely my new favorite interviewer, like, ever.” He came to a stop at an intersection. He inclined his head toward me. “Can I take the back roads?” His eyes were bright. He rubbed his jaw. “How fast does this go?”

I smirked. “Lets find out.”

He pumped his fist and squished up his face. He turned the wheel and we headed off, away from the city. He looked at the camera and chewed his lip. “Don’t tell, Jen.”

I laughed. “I’ll fix it in editing.”

a/n I’d been working on a requested fic all weekend and it was so heavy and hard to deal with (its dark but something I wanna do) and i didn’t have the balls to finish it. I’m gonna post it at some point but this happened in the interim and I REALLY like this. A lot apparently. I mean its probably boring but this is one of the longest ones I’ve written in a year. I got carried away. This feels like the most legit fanfic-y thing I’ve written ever. Does that make sense?  regardless of how rambly this probably ended up being (I didn’t edit it because it was long and I was sleepy) - I want Hunt to have an interview in a car now. HE’D BE SO EXCITED AND HAPPY AND CUTE AND ITS EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED.  clearly i’ve been away from the internet for a week and coming back to it has made me lose my chill. Soz M8. feedback? thanks for reading.  Kaythanksmateloveyoutoobye