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Filing this one under a crossover-AU no one asked for but I've been rotating in my head so now I'll subject you all to this very rough sketch but not really develop further
OKay but. I've been thinking about how if Monster was set in the WHA setting it has a lot of potential. I don't think Tenma would be a witch, he'd be an unknowing doctor but he'd get sucked into the politics of the witch-world from saving a brimmed cap apprentice on his own. Those familiar with the two can imagine how the rest would go down. But I like to imagine that the entire time Tenma would never learn about the secrets of magic, sure, he'd get close to it, but it would never become part of his practice and remain an unknowing. I think it's also really interesting the relationships that can be made between unknowing and witches but ahh... I don't think I can put into proper words at this moment
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A stupid promise
Levi Ackerman x Female Scout Reader
Canon universe! Fully Romance! Age gap! Sweet!Fluff and comfort! 1.4k words!
Summary: Falling for a captain who's 10 years older than you was stupid. Making a promise with him in the middle of the night was stupider!
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Falling in love with someone who's almost 10 years older than you is crazy. But it feels more like stupidity than craziness when the man is not just "some men" but technically your superior and the leader of your squad.
You can't blame yourself. His handsome face always makes people think that he's in his 20's. You thought the same too. But when you heard from Petra that he's actually in his thirties, you were heartbroken.
This is actually maddening how his behaviour gives you hope too! Why can't he just act rude and stoic just like he behaves with other soldiers? Why does he have to nod whenever you would smile and wave at him instead of ignoring you? Why does he have to act more gently when he's teaching you how to fight? Can't he understand he's making this too hard for you?
You rub your temple as you close the book you were reading with frustration. You know it's your fault, you always act gentle and sweet around him even though his expressions are scary. But that's how you actually act around everyone! Can't he just ignore you and be more rude? That'll make things easier.
"You look frustrated."
You look up at the sound of Petra's voice and remove your hand from your forehead.
"Hey sorry.... I didn't notice you."
You say softly with a tired smile as she smiles back too. She's currently your roommate, also your squadmate. You both were selected by Levi.
Petra's selection makes sense. She's a fiery soldier with amazing fighting skills. But you? Even after being taught directly by Levi the best you can do is protect yourself and escape. You tried to ask Levi why he picked you up and he just answered casually.
"You'll be able to stitch us up if we get hurt."
That's what he's answer was....
"Captain called you...."
You were snapped out of your thoughts by Petra's voice. You smile worriedly.
"At this hour? The last thing I want now is to spread rumors about us."
You say bitterly making Petra chuckle as she sits beside you.
"You're more worried about losing your self control and doing something inappropriate, aren't you?"
You bite your lower lip at her words and Petra shakes her head. She pulls you off your bed by your wrists and pushes you towards the door.
"I bet it's something serious, Y/N. You know how captain Levi is, right? If it wasn't something serious he never would have called you! He told Oluo to let you know. I met Oluo by chance in the hallway and he told me. Even he looked worried! Go!"
You sigh and nod at her words as you walk towards Levi's office. Your heart is jumping with excitement, nervousness and fear. Some inappropriate, sinful thoughts are haunting you and you can't just shove them off.
You treat Levi often so you've seen his body plenty of time and god forbid.... He's sexier even though he's short. You'd gladly let him do whatever he wants with you... Even you would be he's plaything even if he wants....
Thanks to just how crazy you are, for him.
You cough and clear your voice and knock on his door. You swear you can feel your own heartbeat.
"Come in."
The candlelight is illuminating the cozy organised room with a delicate glow. It's clean as usual and filled with the fresh smell with his....
Along with the smell of blood.....
"Captain Levi!!!!! My god what happened?"
Panicked, you run towards him. There's a huge wound on his arm which seems like a pretty deep stab. Levi is trying to stitch the wound up.
"Went to Mitras for inspection. Near the underground. Met some past rivals on the way. Didn't see it coming."
As always, blunt and straight. But you're happy he explained. Nodding you take the surgical thread from him. As you keep stitching silently you feel your hand shake slightly as your eyes tear up.
Levi doesn't even flinch, but you know it's stinging. When the tread is entering his skin, going through his muscles drawing blood in front of your eyes.... You just can't bear it anymore.
"I heard you were pretty good? Turns out you're pathetic."
You flinch at Levi's words and look at him with wide eyes filled with tears. He's not not even looking at you.....
Right, you were always delusional....
"I... I'm so sorry captain..... For disappointing you."
You mumble, focusing on his wounds again. You hear Levi sighing as he leans back a little, displaying his built abs and chest in front of you, making you blush.
Right, his upper body is bare. You didn't notice because you were too worried and panicked about the wound. Now that you have finally noticed it, his smell hits your nose, making you go crazy.
This can't gets any worse.
"Tch, listen.... I'm your captain, you're my subordinate. We've dedicated our hearts to kill those filthy creatures, we don't have time for whatever you're thinking. So forget it."
His words stings, but he's right as always.
You finish stitching him up and nod. Damping a clean cloth on water, you start to clean his blood off.
"That's what my brain says, but my heart doesn't listen."
You bite your lower lip after saying this. What have you done? It sounds like a stupid-common dialogue from typical romance books.
But Levi doesn't read those, right?
"Tch, how cheesy. Listen brat, you should listen to your brain, not heart. Otherwise you won't be able to survive in this shitty world and I can do that myself."
Levi tries to take the cloth from your hand but you shake your head.
"No captain. This is the only reason you've put me in your squad. Let me do my job properly, otherwise I'll feel bad."
You say looking at him pleadingly and Levi "tch"s again. You just smile a little, wiping your eyes with your shoulder and keep cleaning his wound silently. As some moments pass, you speak with hesitation,
"Please captain, don't hate me."
You say with desperation as you wrap a bandage around his wound. You patiently wait for his answer and remove your hands from his arm. And then.... You feel his hand on your head.
"Idiot, why would I hate you for liking me?"
Your eyes widen with surprise as you look up at him. He pats your head and before you realise, tears start to fall shamelessly from your eyes.
"Tch, look I don't know how to handle a girl when she cries. If you would have cried because someone has hurt you I would have beat the shit out of him but this is frustrating. Don't cry."
He pats your head awkwardly and you chuckle through your tears and wipe them off.
"Brat listen, you're a nice girl. I do hope you survive through these shits and get someone who's kind like you. Forget about me, I'm just an old man."
He says in his usual tone and you glare at him.
"What if I survive till the end with you? And what if I'll still love you in the future even when you'll be old? Will you give me a chance?"
You ask in a stubborn tone and Levi gets up from the bed.
"We'll see. If you survive and won't get bored of this old man, I might give you a chance to impress me. Now go and sleep, it's late."
Levi says those words, not looking at you. Actually he's trying to hide his smile from you. It's not secret that he's gentlest around you. Now if he's gonna show you his smile because of your adorable acts, it'll give you more hope, which he doesn't want.
"That's a promise, captain. Good night."
He looks at you over his shoulder as he tries to put on his shirt.
"Yeah, the stupidest promise this shitty humanity has ever heard of."
He says sarcastically as you laugh and walk towards the door. He's face softens as you wave him goodbye and walk out of his room.
He knows he shouldn't have made a stupid promise like this. He knows he shouldn't have fallen for you in the first place. You're his subordinate and it's just not right.
But he's a human too, with a heart. And that's why he wishes he'll be able to keep that stupid promise.
Is that too much to ask? After all the shits he has been through, can't he at least deserve this?
He sighs as he shakes the thoughts out of his head and walks towards the stove to prepare his black tea. He has a lot of shitty paperwork to do after all!
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Beetlejuice x AFAB!Reader || Drabble+Smut
Plot: You bet him he couldn't leave you alone (stop harassing you) for even one day, not realising that he would take winning s o seriously, but he's a stubborn old fuck so now its been weeks, and he still wont give in. And well... now you kinda miss him. Ironic, huh?
Warnings: Smut. Reader is DOWN BAD, FED UP AND WANTS THAT PERVERT DICK. A little daddy kink, panty stealing, creampie (WRAP IT BEFORE YA TAP IT. Especially with this guy đ
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"Stay fucken still." That raspy voice sounding a hundred shades of pissed o f f creeping directly in your ear, as well as the boner you're sitting on, do absolutely the opposite to what he wants. They do not deescalate anything- in fact, you just feel even more turned on. Jesus christ, who knew it would only take 2 weeks no-contact for you to find him attractive.
But-- b o y, do you see it now.
Yeah he's mucky, but thats part of it?? The harsh mossy stubble and forearm hair (When he rolls up his sleeves), the deep greasy racoon bags around his dark beady eyes, the crazy hair that will not be tamed, everything. You know its kind of fucked up, but you have never wanted someone so bad. And if it weren't for that stupid bet 2 weeks ago-- you would have him! Goddamnit. You and your big mouth.
"Come on BJ," You urge softly, using the tip of your finger to guide his face towards you even as every muscle in his face fights to stay strong and remain stern- and most importantly, avoid looking at you. "Look at me." The ghost with the most hadn't looked at you since he accepted the bet, afraid of seeing you and immediately losing. Immediately being unable to keep his nasty eyes- hands- mouth, off of you.
He's been so strong. So boneheaded-ly strong.
Meanwhile you've been going crazy thinking about him stuffing you with his cock and then keeping your dirty underwear after.
Now sat atop his lap, face-forward, you intend to get him to look at you again and break his resolve. If it is the last thing you do tonight. Or for the week.
"I am lookin' at you." His face barely moves; the words coming out forced and humourless. No tone at all. But you can feel his cock painfully hard stretching the seam on his pants, and your underwear. Probably an embarrassing wet spot, too. "Whadaya mean."
You're so close he can surely feel your warm breath on his face. Giving his nose a cute little brush with your own, you feel his dick twitch in his black and white striped pants and a slow grin worms it way onto your lips. "No you're not... come on. Please, BJ?" With round eyes, you pout a little. "I miss you."
With that, he gives a frustrated and animated groan, and finally looks down from just past your head- to your eyes, causing a delighted smile to slip across your face. "Come on now baby- thats not fair at all. Come on."
You throw your arms around his neck as a familiarly slimy, hot, sex-crazed grin spreads across his grimy mouth. That wild look that apparently you love appearing in his eyes again, looking down at you- all over. Licking over your pretty willing body with just a look. "You didn't give me a choice!!"
"Hey, hey, hey- you bet me, sugar- "
"Hey. You gonna take your chance and fuck me, or not?"
He shrugs. "Well when you're right, you're right." Then he kisses you open-mouthed and all-tongue and just how you imagined he would kiss, and swallows any giggle you were going to give. Along with all your thoughts.
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Neither of you can bring yourselves to perform any foreplay- even though you want to. Want to enjoy this; grind in his lap a while longer, feel his tongue in your cunt, tease him with your lips warm and tongue damp over the top of his pants- But you're more then wet enough already, the fabric of your underwear sticks to your pussy lips, and his obviously rock-hard boner fights to tear a hole in its confines. You'll have time for all that fun stuff later, anyway.
You barely have time to properly taste each other's tongues for the first time before his greedy fingers are digging under your skirt, underneath your underwear, and slipping easily right into you. Too easily, shit. He gives a filthy groan, getting 3 of his fingers good and drenched in your slick; feeling your pretty cunt squeeze 'em. "Fuck, honey, I think this is the best pussy I ever had."
Breathless, you give a giggle; forehead pressed into his shoulder at just the feeling of his fingers invading you; hips juttering slightly into is hand. "You haven't even had me yet."
"Lets fix that, then, shall we? Now."
Your fingers go down to the button on his pants and eagerly, with deft fingers, undo it. He's not wearing underpants, predictably, so you just have to reach in and carefully finagle his fat cock free. Then you swipe a finger over the insanely leaky tip for fun and watch his head fall back against the wall, listening to the wildly horny, gutteral groan come out of him at the feeling.
He clicks his fingers and your underwear disappears. You see it reappear in his hand a last time, just before he shoves it in his jacket pocket; flashing you a cheesy grin. "Souvenir."
When finally, finally you sink down on his gross cock you both let out sighs of utter satisfaction. 2 weeks was a hell of an edge.
You're almost happy to just sit there with him stretching you open, milking him with your pussy, but when he shifts his hips, just getting more comfortable and laying his hands on your hips, the movement sparks a change of mind. "BJ... " You wrap your legs more securely around him, around the back of the chair he's sat in, and lift your hands to grip the lapels on his jacket. Your eyes meet his very dark, lusty ones. Just watching you; a little scary and a little smug and a little pussy drunk. "... fuck me."
"P l e a s e?"
"Please, daddy."
His eyes roll into the back of his head and dramatically huffs, making you giggle. "Oh fuck, baby, you really know howta murder a guy." With all his strength, he pulls himself back together; straightening up again. "Alright, alright- hold on, daddy's gonna take you on a ride."
You open your mouth to respond, but before you can even make noise, you blink and you're in another position entirely. Off the chair now, you find yourself pressed against a nearby wall, your legs still wrapped around him and his cock still throbbing inside you.
While you're feeling dizzy from teleporting, Beetlejuice pulls almost all the way out of your messy cunt and thrusts all the way back in- hard. He does it again. Then the pace picks up and he's pounding you into the wall at an inhuman pace that has you hiding your face in his shoulder again and knotting your fingers tight in his greasy hair.
Your orgasm builds up at a record pace, due to all the build up. It would be embarrassing, if he wasn't fighting not to paint your insides already himself. "I gotta- I gotta be honest, sweetie, I- I don't think daddy's gonna last long in this cat. Not this time. The way you're suckin me in- Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck. Pullin' my hair- Damn, shit, Fuck!- " Finally, BJ mashes his groin against yours and holds himself there; cumming hard inside you.
That causes your orgasm, rolling your hips against him and riding it out, making him shudder out a sigh. A vulgar dopey grin flickers across his jawline and black teeth.
... After a few minutes of heavy breathing- you catching your breath, and him just 'livin in it', enjoying the feel of breather meat for a while longer, you finally pull yourself together and raise your head carefully off his chest. "Um... " Suddenly you feel awkward. But not uncomfortable. You give a small, tired smile. "I don't know what to say?"
"... " He ducks down and presses his forehead to yours, and you're fooled for just a moment that this might be a sweet moment. "Uh. How about 'you win the bet, handsome?'."
Quickly you swat him, laughing. "Oh- Never!"
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A Drabble for TF: One
First off: A warning.
This drabble WILL contain spoilers from TF: One. Everything that is a spoiler will be under the -keep reading- line. This, unfortunately, includes the summary because I couldn't think of any other way to describe what I'll be writing about.
And hey, if people enjoy this, maybe I'll write more? Can't help it, I love this type of AU and it was the first thing that popped in my head. Starscream's appearance SLIGHTLY made that AU-itch happy.
Summary: Something that D-16, Elita One, and Bumblebee didn't realize when they encountered the mecha-deer herd on the surface was that they had a care-taker.
Characters: D-16, Bumblebee, Elita One, Orion Pax
Background: In this AU, D-16 was more rebellious and participated in the race himself. Orion Pax does not exist in the mines. More will be explained in the drabble.
Without further adeu:
Cybertron's surface was truly beautiful. Despite the fear they initially felt from the unknown and the constantly shifting surface, when you took a moment to just look, you could see why everyone used to live there.
Mountains grew and disappeared in a blink. Old structures were hidden and unveiled in moments.
Wild turbo-foxes and mecha-deer hunted and grazed in the rolling fields. Cyber-wolves prowled along ridges, seemingly able to tell how the terrain would shift before it even began.
This was the surface that greeted D-16, Elita One, and Bumblebee after their train crashed.
Despite their initial crash from the unexpected tsunami of metal, it was stunning.
D-16 idly recalled the ancient texts that had been smuggled to him during his few breaks or right before recharge. He knew that, once, Cybertronians didn't need to hide underground. Back in the times of the original thirteen Primes, Cybertronians had been divided into tribes.
The ever-graceful Seekers. The quick and musical Polyhexians. The stern and no-nonsense Praxians. The violent, but mostly misunderstood Warframes. The Pullers who relished in hauling large objects long distances. And so on and so forth. All nomadic, following the mechanimals that drove their way of life. All avoiding each other. All destroyed in the original Quintesson War.
It was assumed that large cities like Iacon and Kaon arose when the thirteen joined together and ushered the remnants of their tribes underground. They each recognized that their own tribe would only be able to survive through co-operation. And so, the surface of Cybertron was abandoned.
But as the small trio stared out over the vast open spaces, D-16 couldn't help but wonder why nobody had ever bothered trying to return. Yes, Sentinel Prime had said that the surface was uninhabitable and it was too dangerous, but had no one ever actually tried to return?
Maybe it was because mechs started emerging cog-less. It was dangerous enough for mechs to survive WITH their cogs. What chance did a cog-less mech have? If they couldn't transform to speed away from danger or to evade a rapidly-changing landscape? Somberly, D-16 brushed a servo over the empty hole in his chest. Right where a cog would be in a mech that had one.
"They're so.. elegant." Elita One suddenly whispered, yanking D-16 out of his thoughts.
"And friendly too!" Bumblebee chuckled, somehow having gotten close enough to one of them to swipe a servo over it's flank. Even more surprisingly, the mecha-deer didn't move away or even seem startled by the action. In fact, it turned to nuzzle it's face into Bumblebee's servo and started snuffling around, as if looking for a treat. They reminded D-16 of the cyber-hounds that only the most elite of the elite owned in Iacon.
"Yeah. How.. strange." D-16 said, shifting forward to hesitantly pet the mecha-deer himself. Despite being made of metal, they were surprisingly soft on the head and wiry on the rest of the body.
Unbeknownst to the trio that was now excitedly petting the mecha-deer (who was greedily lapping up the attention), they were being watched by someone far less friendly.
A pair of light blue optics glared at the group from where they were hidden in a nearby uncovered set of ruins. The figure that belonged to the pair of optics had darted into the ruins to observe the group as they got closer. Their eyes darted between the herd and the group, clearly wanting to keep an eye on both.
Suddenly, the mecha-deer jerked their head into the air, no longer responding to the petting. The other deer and the hidden figure shortly followed. One after another, the lights on the mecha-deer's antlers started flashing red and they bolted. They scattered in many directions, much to the frustration of the hidden figure. If only he still had his cyber-hound. Now, it'll take forever to round them back up himself.
His optics snapped to the trio who was just staring after the herd. It was only when they finally turned around did they finally see the danger looming above the clouds. Poor mechs seemed confused and startled. They began to run towards the ruins.
How ineffective, the figure thought. Why not just transform and speed away?
As the group raced by, the figure reached out and grasped one of them (the small, yellow one he silently noted) and pressed him up against the wall. The other two (the pink one and the gray one) quickly took note and, even though they glared at him in suspicion, followed his action.
D-16 observed this new figure with suspicion and surprise. The figure was primarily red and blue with silver accents. The most startling part of him were his light blue optics and splatters of.. paint? that stood out against his primary colors. He had seen blue optics before, yes, but none as bright and light as these. The strange paint was mainly splatters of purple, green, and white. They marked the mech in elegant (but messy) swirls and symbols he had never seen before.
The mech put a digit up to his intake, indicating that the group should remain quiet. Since this new mech seemed to know more about what was going on than they did, they listened. Even though they didn't need to breathe, every bot present held their breath.
Suddenly, one of the mecha-deer darted into the ruins. Almost immediately, a red light beam from above began to track the deer. The new mech's engine started to quietly growl before he quickly cut it off. After a few seconds of tracking the deer, the small red beam burst into a blinding light. Each mech was briefly blinded. When they looked back where the deer had been, the deer was gone. What looked like bits of metal and energon were sucked into the sky and the air returned to silence.
A small distance from the ruins, a red grid emerged from the sky. The red and blue figure's optics widened and he began to usher the group towards one of the buildings that still had enough of a roof to cover them. The trio saw where he was shoving them and nodded, quickly and quietly starting to run. They had to avoid stray red beams occasionally, but Elita and D-16 made it over quickly.
Bumblebee, on the other hand, was slower and more clumsy. The red and blue figure clearly slowed themselves to keep pace with the ex-trash-sorter, but was looking more and more nervous as the grid grew closer.
Finally, clearly fed up with the slow pace, the figure swooped up Bumblebee into a bridal carry. Both Elita and D-16 were shocked that the small, lithe figure was able to lift Bumblebee, let alone without slowing his pace!
Right before the grid reached them, the figure lunged towards a narrow beam that covered a small patch of ruins. The figure clutched Bumblebee as close to himself as possible and both they and Bumblebee closed their optics as the grid slowly passed over them.
When nothing immediately happened, they cracked their optics open just to see as the grid completely passed over the beam. The figure kept Bumblebee clutched to their chest until the beam finally disappeared. Even after that, they continued to hold Bumblebee for a few kliks before letting the small yellow bot drop to the ground with a yelp.
The figure then turned very angry optics onto the entire trio.
"Who are you?! Why are you here? Do you have any idea what you just caused?! Now I have to move the herd again!" The figure started shouting, pointing his index digit at the group angrily.
Unfortunately for him, the trio did not understand his language at all and only heard what sounded like rather irate clicks, whistles, and beeps. When he realized that the group was just staring dumbly at him, his irritation turned to confusion.
"Um, hello? Do you understand me?" He asked, optical ridges furrowed.
"Uh, hello!" Elita, ever the go-getter, responded first with a wave. The figure simply tilted his head and managed to look more confused.
"Great. Cybertronians who don't speak basic." He mumbled to himself.
"Do you speak Iaconian?" Elita asked.
"I-uh-cone-ee-an?" The figure asked, testing out the word in his intake.
"Yeah, Iaconian. You know? What everyone in Iacon speaks." D-16 piped up. The figure's gaze turned to him.
"I-uh-con?" The figure asked, olfactory sensor scrunching as if the words had a nasty smell.
"Yup! That's where we're from! Iacon!" Bumblebee cheerfully added.
"So I'll take it that you don't speak it based on your reaction to words most mechs know." D-16 stated gruffly. The figure may not have known what he was saying, but he could certainly understand the tone. His gaze turned to a glare again. As he opened his intake and raised his index digit again to likely start lecturing the other, Elita piped up.
"Ok! How about introductions? I'm Elita One." She said, pointing to herself with a smile. "Elita One!" She repeated.
"I'm B-127 or Bumblebee, but I'm trying to make Badassatron a thing!" Bumblebee said. When the figure only looked at him more confused, he chuckled and rubbed the back of his helm. "Bumblebee." He said simply.
"D-16." D-16 said simply. When three sets of optics turned to him, the figure responded.
"I'm named after the constellation Orion, but sometimes the others call me Pax because they say I'm generally one of the peaceful ones." The figure chuckled to himself.
"So.. Orion Pax?" D-16 asked. The figure- newly dubbed Orion Pax- shrugged.
"Close enough."
Ending note: Whew! That's all I've got. Let me know if this sounds interesting. I welcome all critiques and comments. Will probably post this on my AO3 in the morning too. Probably.
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You know I thought for awhile that I was just a rare type of person who sure, liked people well enough but was okay being alone didn't necessarily need anyone and NO. NO. NO. OH MY GOD . YOU GIANT DUMBASS. NO HAHAHA NOOO NOPE
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âź sylus x wife!reader
contents: fluff, suggestive. arranged marriage au. hints of slow burn. you like playing hard to get and he loves calling you his wife. 1.4k wc.
ê° note á° I had to deposit my messy thoughts somewhere and this headcanon post was the result.
part two here. ê±
â Arranged marriage with Sylus where he prefers to call it a âstrategic partnershipâ as a means of appearances to flaunt that he has it allâan empire, riches, strength, influence and now a darling wife who waits for him at home. Youâre not so much as a random choice, Sylus had been watching you from afar for a while and in exchange for his protection in the N109 zone he strikes a deal with you to play a simple role. You have every reason to be wary of him and know to keep your wits about yourself, but even you acknowledge that your chances are better with him. Though, if you asked him how he was so certain youâd agree to his proposal heâd admit that he wasnât but he knew youâd consider it if he had an advantage over you.
â He sets his terms and conditionsâyou reside in his humble abode, wedding ring always worn on your finger, and attend events with him as a pretty accessory on his arm to contribute to his image. But heâll never admit that he actually enjoys your company at business functions that often feel dull to him. You are more than welcome to spend your days as you please so long you donât cause him trouble, and that also means you have his black card privileges to spoil yourself rotten. Of course, he accommodates most requests you may have like sleeping in separate rooms if thatâs what you wish (and redecorating because his furnishing decisions are quite bleak).
â Luke and Kieran can sense that their boss feels something for you despite his nonchalance toward this little arrangement. It starts off small, it always doesâSylus takes note of your morning and night routine, your picky eating habits and has the chef make adjustments to your preference, how he sees you out in the gardens and come back with spring tulips to brighten the space and the next week he already replaced the slowly withering flowers with fresh ones. The twins whisper among themselves that heâs often less annoyed and irritated when youâre around, and their boss wouldnât go through the trouble of being considerate unless he cares for you. Itâs almost exciting for them both to witness a budding romance unfold before their very eyes and they do offer a helping hand here and there to keep things interesting.
â Sylus thinks itâs adorable how you keep trying to resist him and thatâs precisely the reason he loves seeking you out just to watch your resolve crumble under his touch. He finds you in the kitchen preparing a snack and cages you from behind with his hands planted on either side of you against the counter. âHey kitten, I thought Iâd find you in here.â You feel his hot breath down your neck as he pushes your hair aside just enough to lay a soft kiss on your shoulder. He chuckles when you comment that heâs being awfully touchy with you, and he purposely moves closer so that his chest is pressing against your back. âPerhaps I just canât keep my hands to myself where youâre involved. Besides, youâre my wife now. I think I have the right to touch you whenever I like.â
â You remind him that youâre his wife in title only, but that doesnât discourage his flirtation and teasing as he allows you to nudge past him. He follows you into the common area and takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs wide and taking up a lot of space. His gaze is settled on you as he pats his thigh and his lips curl into a smirk. âCome here, wife.â You naturally scoff meanwhile you place the plate of seasonal fruits on the side table and situate yourself closest to the armrest, taking a bite into a juicy red strawberry as you ignore his piercing stare.
â For someone who always gets what he wants, Sylus isnât used to being defied like this. And had it been anyone else his patience would wear dangerously thin, but he supposes that youâre a special exception because he seems to enjoy the chase and claiming its reward. With one small gesture, he drags you across the couch by a gravitational pull and you squeal when the swirling red easily turn and maneuver you so youâre forced to straddle him and your hands prop on his shoulders for support. âThere, much better. Comfy? This is the best seat in the house.â His gaze locks with yours, and he thinks you huffing and frowning at him is simply cute. He firmly grabs your wrist with the bitten strawberry in your hand and lifts it to his mouth for a sweet taste.
â âNo fair⊠using your Evol against me like this.â You grumble under your breath as you gently trail your thumb from his chin to the corner of his mouth where the strawberry juices began to spill. Then an impulsive thought takes over and you pinch his cheek between your fingers, creating a sticky mess on his face. âI hope youâre enjoying yourself. Thatâs for treating me like a sack of potatoes.â He chuckles once more, his hand falling on your hip and he gives you a light squeeze. âOh, I do have every intention of fully enjoying my wife tonight.â And by that, he means taking you out for a joyride on his motorbike and feeling your arms wrapped around him tightly as the engine roars through the streets under the night sky and sinking moon. Sylus would never engage in any intimate acts you werenât ready for, but he loves seeing you fluster at his suggestive remarks.
â As the weeks cross over into months, you never imagined that youâd be spending so much time with Sylus outside of your agreed terms. Heâs everywhere in every waking moment of your life even when heâs not there physically. Youâre learning new things about him each day and you (begrudgingly) like being around himâeven when he can sometimes be a playful bully toward you. When heâs gone for long stretches of time to deal with negotiations and other important matters in the N109 zone, you can feel your heart yearning for him but youâd never say that you miss him out loud when you think he's still toying with you. But with the way he cares for you like youâre both in a real and genuine relationship, itâs hard to know his true intentions and keep your feelings buried deep inside your chest for long.
â You accidentally confirm that Sylus does harbor romantic feelings for you when you carelessly bring up your replacement in a lighthearted joke. Youâve never seen his face falter so quickly at your words as he averts his gaze for a moment to collect himselfâa hint of vulnerability in his crimson hues. âI wouldnât have found a new wife.â He shakes his head and tells you, his voice a little rougher than before. You donât know what to say, but you manage a soft âNo?â that reaches his ears. âNo. I wouldnât have been able to replace you, kitten. Youâre it for me. The only one. No one could fill the void youâd leave behind.â
â You and Sylus have kissed before, but this is the first time youâre initiating it. As you brush your lips against his, thereâs a softness you never noticed. His hand slips around the small of your back and he pulls you close against him, returning your kiss with the same tenderness as though savoring the taste of you. You lean back after a moment, your palm meeting his cheek in a sweet embrace. âYou know, I'm still getting used to the idea that Iâve fallen for you.â You can see him returning back to normal when he offers you a cocky smirk. âAnd yet here you are. In my arms, with your lips on mine. I think youâre not being entirely honest, my beautiful wife.â Sylus has waited a long time to hear those words from you but you donât need to know that right now.
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Pairings:Â Wooyoung x Reader
Genre:Â Smut
Word count:Â 15k ~
Warnings: ItÂŽs a smut so +18 MDNI pls
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Part 2
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As someone who has been single for the past 2 years, you often found yourself missing certain things and feelings. ItÂŽs not even the dating in itself that you craved, you were in fact, very content with being alone, and after all your inner healing and growth, you didnÂŽt even think you were ready for a relationship at this point in your life. But as you and Wooyoung were on your couch lazily spending the afternoon, you found your body and mind screaming for comfort at the sight of the rainy day outside.Â
Your friend had his head on your lap as he played some online shooting game on his phone, the movie you intended on watching now only serving as background noise as you drifted off, hands absent-mindedly playing with the strands of his hair that fell on top of your thighs. Â
Hand-holding.Â
ThatÂŽs something you really missed. The feeling of interlacing fingers with someone as warmness spread through your body. When you were dating, you werenÂŽt even that into holding hands, uncomfortable with not being able to move freely or with the way your palm seemed to always feel clammy â But now? You would kill for a chance to walk around a park linked with someone. Â
You also really missed being so familiar with someone that you just felt at ease, having a person there to do nothing or everything with, being able to talk or gossip about anything. You remember spamming MingyuÂŽs chat with every little thing that happened during your day and him just being genuinely happy to hear about it, replying to every single message in order. As your best friend, Wooyoung was someone you talked to a lot, but you still couldnÂŽt text him about how you already drank 6 glasses of water or how you were annoyed because your stapler kept getting stuck â Those are the annoying little things you only get to share with a significant other that has the obligation to put up with you.Â
And showering together. You almost felt dramatic tears fill your eyes at the thought of it; sharing the hot stream of water with someone, have them rub soap down your back or massage shampoo onto your scalp, or just simply holding someone in the dark under the running water as steam filled the room. Â
Oh, and free massages. You definitely missed those, being able to ask for a massage at whatever given moment with the certainness that you would receive one. MingyuÂŽs love language had always been acts of service, meaning you wouldnÂŽt spend a single day without his hands squeezing your shoulders or rubbing down your back. Â
Maybe you should call Mingyu. Something along the lines of âhey, I know we broke up a few years ago but can you come like, hold me for a minute? Cuddle until we fall asleep?âÂ
You were so touch deprived you could cry.Â
There was also the intimate part of a relationship; You had tried casual sex, one-night stands, friends with benefits, even a Tinder hook up once â It just wasnÂŽt for you. ItÂŽs not even the sex on itself that you longed for, you could spend another few years without it if it came down to it. But you did miss what came with being intimate with someone who truly cared about you. When it comes to casual flings, people are normally selfish (yourself included), doing the bare minimum to get the other person off but truly aiming for their own pleasure; it was nice being with someone whoÂŽs main priority was making you feel good without the need of having the âfavor returnedâ. Â
What you really did miss though, was a bit cruder: You missed the feeling of someoneÂŽs dick in your mouth, the groans and whines that came with it, hands tangled in your hair, your tongue tracing hot veins as someone praised you. You missed having someoneÂŽs fingers inside of you, your walls tight around them as they pumped in and out of you with ease. You also really fucking missed someone eating you out.Â
You subconsciously pulled a bit on WooyoungÂŽs hair out of frustration but he didnÂŽt seem to notice, eyes fixated on his game. You gently pat his head where you had tugged on the strands and went back to playing with his hair, letting your mind take you away once again. Â
Again, itÂŽs not like your relationship with Mingyu ended badly, surely, he wouldnÂŽt mind if you called him up to go down memory lane for a night-Â
You had never noticed how plump WooyoungÂŽs lips were. Â
He had a habit of pouting when he was focused, or biting on his lips when he was extra concentrated â which he was doing just now as he tried to shoot at someone who was trying to kill him. When he finally managed to take out the other player and escape, he let his bottom lip go, now all red and glistening as he cursed out loud. They just looked so soft and plushy, and the mole he had on his bottom lip â Â
You suddenly realized you were kind of obsessed with WooyoungÂŽs nose shape. You know what people say about big noses⊠Also, how good would it feel bumping against -Â
âYouÂŽre being way too nice. WhatÂŽs going on?â WooyoungÂŽs voice suddenly interrupted your thoughts, causing you to jump in shock and realization that you were just thinking about your friend eating you out. Â
âI am nice, just not to you,â You correct, meeting his eyes which were looking up as you noticed you were still running your fingers through his hair.Â
âI have very strong opinions about that, but either way, itÂŽs what I meant. Why are you being nice to me?âÂ
âAm I?âÂ
âI remember very clearly the last time I asked you to cuddle me, almost got down on my knees begging and you just looked at me like I had rolled around in the trash.â Â
âYou were quiet today, behaving like a normal person-âÂ
âGo on, call me a good boy. I know you want to,â He rolls his eyes.Â
You laugh out loud at that; he did know you well.Â
âNah, youÂŽve ruined it the moment you opened your mouth.âÂ
âGuess IÂŽm a bit further from perfect than I thought, getting there though. How was the movie anyways?âÂ
âOh, did it end already?â You asked, finally looking at the TV and realizing the credits must have been rolling for a while. âWasnÂŽt paying attention.âÂ
âWhat were you even doing?â He furrowed his eyebrows at you, a second away from calling you stupid.Â
âThinking.âÂ
âAbout?âÂ
âCalling Mingyu,â You half-lied.Â
At that, he managed to furrow his eyebrows even more, the biggest judgmental face he had ever sported looking up at you, âWhy? Are you suddenly into him again?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âThen why?âÂ
âI donÂŽt know, just-âÂ
âOh my god,â His eyes widened, and he covered his mouth in shock. âItÂŽs a booty call.âÂ
âItÂŽs that what people call it these days?â You ask, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole ordeal.Â
âOh my god, so it is.âÂ
âI guess?âÂ
âY/N, itÂŽs been like 2 years. I know youÂŽre hot and heÂŽs a man but I think that conversation would be kind of weird. Were you planning on texting him a wanna come smash?â He questioned you as he sat up. âDo you even have his number?âÂ
âNo, I - I donÂŽt know. I- LetÂŽs change the subject.âÂ
âLetÂŽs absolutely not.âÂ
âYouÂŽre being annoying.âÂ
âArenÂŽt I always?âÂ
âYes, defin-âÂ
âIf youÂŽre horny, why donÂŽt you text that last guy you were going out with? He was hot too.âÂ
âEw, donÂŽt use the word horny.âÂ
âWould you prefer I call you needy?âÂ
Maybe you would, yeah, very much.Â
âNo, ew. Just stop talking all-together.âÂ
âSo, why donÂŽt you text him?âÂ
âYou know I canÂŽt really enjoy it much when IÂŽm not like, close to the person.âÂ
âSo you thought of your ex,â he deadpanned.Â
âYeah.âÂ
âHas literally not even one of the guys you hooked up with gotten you off?âÂ
âI mean, some of them did. But I donÂŽt want to just get off, I-I- I donÂŽt even know what I want, can we please chan-âÂ
âYou want to be treated like the little pillow princess you are, got it.âÂ
Did he have to say it like that? Suddenly you felt the pulse between your legs raising its intensity. Oh god no, you were absolutely not getting turned on by WooyoungÂŽs crude choice of words.Â
Anyone but Wooyoung!Â
âWho says IÂŽm a pillow princess? Am not!âÂ
âAh, please. You scream IÂŽll bring nothing to the table besides looking pretty.âÂ
âIs that how I come off as?â You gasped at that, feeling deeply offended. âYouÂŽre full of shit.âÂ
âWhy are you even getting mad? ThereÂŽs nothing wrong with that, IÂŽm sure youÂŽre really good at looking pretty under a guy.âÂ
âPlease stop picturing someone else fucking me?âÂ
âWho says IÂŽm picturing someone else?â He winked at you teasingly.Â
You literally, in your over 20 years of life on this earth, have never - not even once - thought you would actually choke over someoneÂŽs words. This was Wooyoung, you were used to his ways, cÂŽmon!Â
âYeah, letÂŽs not do that.âÂ
âAwn, pretty princess got flustered,â He cooed at you.Â
You knew he was just teasing you; you knew there was no real sexual intent behind his words because that was Wooyoung, he flirted and teased as naturally as he breathed - but they still got your thighs tensing and you hating yourself for it. CouldnÂŽt you just take a joke for what it was?Â
âAlthough now that IÂŽm thinking about it, I wouldnÂŽt be surprised if you turned out to be a brat in bed. YouÂŽre already the biggest one normally.âÂ
âLook whoÂŽs calling me a brat,â You rolled your eyes once again. It didnÂŽt matter if he was right or wrong, Wooyoung had no right calling anyone that when he was the way he was. Â
At that, he presented you with the most attractive smile you think would ever exist in the world, a mixture between cunning, excitement and condescending, âYou think IÂŽm bratty?âÂ
âOh, IÂŽm sure of it.âÂ
âMaybe IÂŽm just good at matching energies, you know?â He winked, teasing you further.Â
âFuck off. I know San forced you on your knees more often than IÂŽd like to imagine.âÂ
âBecause I allowed him to.âÂ
You snorted, âYeah. Sure thing, honey. Now letÂŽs move along, please.âÂ
Except that, your mind decided to in fact, consider his words. Wooyoung liked teasing and annoying people for his own entertainment, he whined at you every time he didnÂŽt get things his way and he was always playfully flirting with everyone - and you meant literally everyone. Because of that, you had always just kind of assumed (but never spared it many thoughts, thank God) that your best friend was just someone who like to be dominated when in relationships, or sexual encounters for the matter. Â
But honestly, you could kind of see it differently after his comments. It was true he always had everyone wrapped around his fingers and somehow, he always managed to get things his way - WasnÂŽt that also some form of control? The lines were kind of blurred when it came to Jung Wooyoung, but that was kind of even more attractive to you.  Â
âOh my god, youÂŽre thinking about it,â Wooyoung teased. Â
âYouÂŽre the one who started it!âÂ
âYou donÂŽt have to stress your pretty little head over it,â He smiled, his finger finding itÂŽs place under your chin to tip your face in his direction playfully. âI can show you.âÂ
Oh, absolutely not.Â
Your eyes fluttered shut for a millisecond at his words, your guard crumbling surprisingly fast as you practically whimpered, âI know youÂŽre joking but can we please not?âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
 CouldnÂŽt he stop giving you that annoying freaking smile?Â
âBecause I am kind of horny and I really donÂŽt want to go there,â You practically growled. Â
Now he was the one who broke character, not expecting you to be actually affected by his jokes, before the teasing smile was back on his face in a heartbeat - but you saw it.Â
âDid I make you horny?â He teased.Â
âOf course not, I was already horny before. IÂŽm just in a weird mood.âÂ
It wasnÂŽt necessarily a lie. If you werenÂŽt already feeling some type of way since earlier, you would have never - and you really mean that - caught yourself thinking about WooyoungÂŽs stupid plump lips or if he could actually fuck you. Â
âSo, you were thinking about getting dicked down while I was here innocently lying down on your lap? YouÂŽre dirty,â He snickered.Â
âIt wasnÂŽt weird until you made it weird,â You groaned in frustration. This is really not how you imagined your afternoon would go down. Â
âWant me to help you out?âÂ
âGot any hot friends who are also not my friends?âÂ
âI do,â He nodded with his head. âBut IÂŽm also right here.âÂ
Your eyes almost flew out of your head. You always judged yourself as the only person immune to Wooyoung's weirdness, deeming that nothing the man did or say would ever surprise you since you basically were the same - but you now guessed the tests became harder as the years passed. Â
âI canÂŽt really tell if youÂŽre joking-âÂ
âI am absolutely not.âÂ
âYeah, not going to happen.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause!âÂ
âI know you can use your big girl words.âÂ
âBecause as much as it pains me to admit it, weÂŽre best friends. I guess?âÂ
âNow youÂŽre the one whoÂŽs making it weird. YouÂŽre hot, IÂŽm hot. YouÂŽre horny, now IÂŽm horny. WhatÂŽs wrong with helping each other out?âÂ
âWhatÂŽs wrong is that I never really saw you like that!â You whined.Â
âBut youÂŽre seeing now.âÂ
âYeah, and I donÂŽt like it!âÂ
âTell me,â He raised an eyebrow at you, a devilish glint on his eyes matching his smile once again. Â
âWhat?âÂ
âWhat you imagined me doing to you.âÂ
âOh my god. Nothing!âÂ
âOh cÂŽmon, I wonÂŽt think youÂŽre in love with me or anything. I know weÂŽre friends and IÂŽm a man, if there is one thing I can understand is simple plain old horniness.â Â
âHow is this so easy for you?âÂ
âOh, I already imagined fucking you many times. In many different ways, too,â Wooyoung stated so casually, like he was talking about his shopping list for when he went to the supermarket later. âYou know that one time at SeonghwaÂŽs pool when you were wearing that little orange bikini? I must have made up at least 4 different scenarios, just that day.âÂ
âI feel kind of violated?â Â
You also felt the way something throbbed in between your legs at his words but he didnÂŽt need to know that.Â
âAs I said: IÂŽm a man, Y/N. I love you and would never do anything to make you uncomfortable or fuck up our friendship, but thereÂŽs nothing wrong with fantasizing. ItÂŽs not like I actively decide to do it either, it just happens, I donÂŽt know.âÂ
âDo you just casually think about fucking all your friends?âÂ
âNo, only the hot ones. And itÂŽs not something I keep thinking about all the time, IÂŽm not a creep. Just once every blue moon hormone takes over or something. Also, youÂŽre a fool if you think any of your other friends who are into women have never, not even once, thought about fucking you.â Â
âYeah, IÂŽd rather be a fool,â You rolled your eyes. âAlso, San hasnÂŽt!âÂ
âSan would quit his dream job in a heartbeat if I called him over for a threesome right now.âÂ
âYunho then! He would never -âÂ
Wooyoung laughed at that, âHoney, I have something to tell you-âÂ
âPlease donÂŽt.âÂ
âAnyways, youÂŽre not lacking options to help you out. All IÂŽm saying is that IÂŽm here and IÂŽd be more than glad to be the one,â He had the audacity of winking at you. âSince you were already thinking about it.âÂ
âIÂŽm begging you to please drop it.âÂ
âOnly if you tell me what you were thinking about.âÂ
âOh my god! You know what? LetÂŽs play your stupid fucking game, Jung Wooyoung. IÂŽll tell you if you tell me first.âÂ
âSo, you do know how to have fun,â Wooyoung gave you a big smile, his eyes disappearing in happiness as if you had just told him you got him a new car. âWhat do you want to know?âÂ
âAbout the day at SeonghwaÂŽs pool.âÂ
âFun. I will use your own words then: I was in a weird mood that day and then you just took your clothes off and looked so good in that bikini. You were sunbathing and at some point in the afternoon you went inside HwaÂŽs house to get something from the kitchen and my brain just kept flashing images in my head: what if I followed you into the empty house, pushed you against the nearest wall and fucked you, watching as you tried to keep quiet so the others wouldnÂŽt hear from right outside? Your cheek red from rubbing against the wall, your -âÂ
âThatÂŽs scenario number one.âÂ
âYou want all of them? Kinky.âÂ
âI can just go-âÂ
âCalm down, princess. See? I knew you were a brat.âÂ
âWooyo-âÂ
âLater when I was sitting down on the sunbathing chair with you while you were helping me out with the sunscreen, I noticed how my hand was so close I could pull the bottom of your bikini to the side and just slip my fingers in, right there in the open, no one would even notice. I wondered if you were already going to be wet and how you would sound trying to keep your noises inside with my knuckles deep into you. I couldnÂŽt imagine a better sight than you all pretty clenching around my fingers or how you would look trying to casually spread your legs for me without anyone suspecting. I even went as far as imagining us getting caught, can you picture Mingi noticing what a little slut you are and trying to watch without getting caught himself? Poor boy wouldnÂŽt know what to do with himself, would just loose his mind at how hot youÂŽd look. I wondered if youÂŽd like that he was watching ââÂ
âThatÂŽs scenario number two,â You interrupted before the skin where you dug your nails into could start bleeding from your efforts to ground yourself and not squirm like an animal in heat at WooyoungÂŽs words.Â
He was good, you had to give him that. Â
Wooyoung laughed at you and you wondered if he had any clue about what he was doing to you. Then you mentally slapped yourself because of course he did, he had eyes. Â
âWhen everyone went inside to make some drinks and start on dinner, you sat there on the edge of the pool and started kicking water at me. Remember that? I happened to notice the edge was just the perfect height for me to eat you out from the pool, and you even had your back to the door. We were all alone out there and even if someone came out, I would be hidden from their view in between your legs. I could picture my hands holding your thighs open and your back arching-âÂ
âYeah, ok. ThatÂŽs enough. IÂŽm going to go, humm, shower or something and you can just like leave-âÂ
âCan I join?â He joked as you stood up.Â
âNo.âÂ
âCan I at least stay outside listening?âÂ
âWhat? IÂŽm not going to mastu- Wooyoung, IÂŽm just taking a cold shower.âÂ
âOK, go cool yourself off, princess. IÂŽll wait for you here,â He informed, unlocking his phone once again and showing you his screen where his game was loading.Â
âYeah, ok. Suit yourself.âÂ
âYou really should let me listen as payback for getting me horny,â He screamed once you were already down the hallway.Â
âYou got yourself horny,â You screamed back before shutting the bathroom door behind yourself.Â
You silently screamed against your hands as you let your body slide down the door.Â
What the hell just happened? How many lines did you just cross? Â
Why was Wooyoung suddenly so hot?Â
And so, a cold shower you took and thankfully, after you left the bathroom, no one talked about the subject for the rest of the night and just pretended that nothing had happened.Â
Except that now you were miserable and your mind echoed WooyoungÂŽs words every time you looked or thought about him. It was not optimal to be crossing your legs in the middle of class at university because you accidentally caught yourself staring at your friendÂŽs veiny arms for half of the lecture.Â
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âYouÂŽre still horny,â Wooyoung stated a few days later when you were literally getting ice cream after class.Â
âAnd IÂŽm actually mortified that you noticed.âÂ
âYouÂŽre being stubborn.âÂ
âWeÂŽre not fucking, Wooyoung.âÂ
âDude, at this point I am genuinely feeling bad for you. We can ask Mingi or whoever, just please get some dick.âÂ
âYouÂŽre being kind of sexist-âÂ
âY/N, you look constipated. I am worried for your sanity.âÂ
âJust shut up before I stop talking to you.âÂ
âI can use a blindfold or something if youÂŽre worried about me seeing you naked-âÂ
âYouÂŽd like that, wouldnÂŽt you? Submissive bitch.âÂ
âDonÂŽt degrade me unless you mean it,â He winked at you.Â
âYou are actually insufferable.âÂ
âIÂŽm just trying to help.âÂ
âYou canÂŽt because you donÂŽt understand that this isnÂŽt just about getting some dick!âÂ
âSo what is this about? You tense every time my hands get near you -âÂ
âWooyoung, this is an ice cream parlor. There are kids around, just shut the fuck up.âÂ
âSo letÂŽs go to my place.âÂ
âIÂŽm not getting inside any closed spaces with you unless there are more people around.âÂ
âKinky.âÂ
âOh my god, you know what I mean.âÂ
âI know, just let me tease you. Ok, but seriously now, I think that in order for me to do my duties as a best friend, I need to understand whatÂŽs going on.âÂ
âSince when do you care about your best friend duties? You once left me behind alone at a party to get fucked by Yeonjun or whatever you two-âÂ
âAllegedly.âÂ
âNo, Wooyoung. Not allegedly, it was literally me that you dragged to a corner to inform youÂŽd be going upstairs with Yeonjun-âÂ
âNo one knows what happened in that room.âÂ
âYeah, thank god.âÂ
âOk, whatever. Let me help you, tell me whatÂŽs going on inside that little messed up brain of yours.âÂ
âNop. I really would rather lock myself inside the industrial freezer in the back.âÂ
âYeah? Then IÂŽm texting Mingi to go to your place and give you the fuck of your life tonight-âÂ
âWooyoung!âÂ
âY/N!âÂ
âJust drop it.âÂ
âNo! Do you actually miss Mingyu? Or dating? Do you want a boyfriend? Is that it?âÂ
âNo,â You groaned, hitting your forehead against the table. Â
âSo?âÂ
âJust- I need alcohol if weÂŽre going to talk about this.âÂ
âOk, letÂŽs go to-âÂ
âWooyoung, itÂŽs 2 in the afternoon.âÂ
And so, he let it go for the moment, but the next time he saw a single drop of alcohol near you, he sat down next to you and crossed his hands like he meant business, a pointed look on his face.Â
â
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âSo?âÂ
âThis is literally my first shot.âÂ
âThen take it.âÂ
âFine,â You begrudgingly complied, and you hadnÂŽt even placed your glass back down before Wooyoung was already pouring you more. Figuring you werenÂŽt going to escape this conversation, you downed your second shot and sighed in defeat.Â
âNow tell me why you arenÂŽt getting your back blown out at this very moment.âÂ
âItÂŽs really weird talking about sex with you.âÂ
âWe talk about sex all the time.âÂ
âYeah, about other people, not about me, or about you suddenly being willing to fuck me- âÂ
âNot suddenly.âÂ
âYeah, whatever. Pour me some more.âÂ
âThatÂŽs what I like to hear,â He smirked at you, eyes glinting as he filled your glass up. Â
âY/N looks miserable,â Mingi suddenly stated, dropping his body next to you on the couch coming from seemingly nowhere. Â
âDoesnÂŽt she?â Wooyoung agreed, giving you a pointed look as you punched Mingi for the out-of-pocket comment.Â
âWhere did you even come from?â You asked the tall man next to you, excited for a change of topic.Â
âThe kitchen,â He absentmindedly answered you, hand busy filling up the glasses in front of you before handing you one. âTake a shot with me.âÂ
And so you did, hissing at the burning sensation and taking deep breaths to not gag at the taste of tequila.Â
âOK, why does it look like your house burned down?â The man turned his attention back to you after smashing the empty glass on the little center table in front of you.Â
Damn it, Mingi.Â
You didnÂŽt even have the time to begin forming any kind of excuses before Wooyoung answered for you in a heartbeat, âLittle Y/N over here is horny.âÂ
âJung Wooyoung!â You gasped at his choice of words, thorn between hiding behind your hands, punching the man and apologizing to Mingi.Â
Mingi, in turn, was frozen in shock mid pouring himself another shot. And you meant that the man wasnÂŽt even blinking, mouth open and hands stuck in the air holding the glass bottle which you took from him afraid he would break it.Â
âSee what youÂŽve done?â You sighed to Wooyoung, elbowing his ribs as you tried waving your hand in front of MingiÂŽs face for a reaction. Â
âWait, what?â Said man came back to life, his voice way higher than what youÂŽre used to.Â
âYou heard it, man. She hasnÂŽt been fucked right in ages-âÂ
âWooyoung, you know what you said about wanting to keep up with your best friendÂŽs duties?â You asked between gritted teeth, about ready to jump the man and rip all of his hair out. âThis is really not it.âÂ
âBut youÂŽre hot!â Mingi seemed confused.Â
âI told her that!â Wooyoung ignored you. âI even told her youÂŽd volunteer to help her out-âÂ
âI so would-âÂ
âShut the fuck up, you two! Wooyoung, IÂŽm about a second away from blocking you on my phone and never seeing you again,â You were also as close to ripping your own hair out. âYes IÂŽm horny, the whole world doesnÂŽt need to hear about it.â Â
Mingi noticed the crazy look behind your eyes and rubbed your back in comfort, he too knew what Wooyoung could do to people when he decided to be annoying. Â
âItÂŽs ok, love. WeÂŽve all been there,â Mingi assured you and his words did soothe you a bit. Â
âItÂŽs just â You guys donÂŽt get it. ItÂŽs not about just sex. I know I could literally fuck anyone at this party if I wanted to, IÂŽm not dense. I guess I just miss dating but I donÂŽt really want to date anyone at the moment?âÂ
âSo like a friends with benefits thing?â Wooyoung pressed.Â
âNo, thatÂŽs just fucking with a fancy title. I mean like, I miss being touched and hugged and pampered and â I donÂŽt know.âÂ
âEvery time I try to hug you, you freeze and glare at me!â Mingi pouted.Â
âIÂŽm just not a touchy person!âÂ
âI know! ThatÂŽs why IÂŽm not understanding what you want.âÂ
âJust forget it-âÂ
âI get it,â Wooyoung interrupted. Â
âDo you?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
âYou want a boyfriend without the obligations and feelings involved with a relationship. I was right, youÂŽre needy.âÂ
âOh,â Apparently it made sense to Mingi too.Â
âOk, and with that, I excuse myself,â You say, already standing up to go find someone else to hang out with because you were definitely not ready for the rest of that conversation.Â
â
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âWhat are you doing here?â You asked in annoyance after opening the door to your place to a very content looking Wooyoung.Â
"I came to be your boyfriend-not-boyfriend,â He smiled proudly.Â
"We're not fucking, Wooyoung,â You managed to sigh and roll your eyes at the same time. "Which is exactly what I told you the other 50 times you suggested it."Â
"Who said anything about fucking? I'm just here to force the touch-deprivation out of you. Now move, I brought snacks," He said as if he hadn't already pushed you out of the way about midway through his sentence.  Â
You sighed in defeat, accepting your peaceful quiet night was ruined - You hadn't even locked the door yet and Wooyoung was already sprawled on your couch organizing the snacks on your coffee table, making way more noise than necessary. Â
"At least you brought my favorite," You noticed, arms crossed as you stood up next to the couch. Â
"These are all your favorites," His eyes were even shining with the amount of pride he had for himself.Â
"Says who?"Â
"Says me."Â
"You called Seonghwa, didn't you?"Â
"Only about the chips."Â
"Knew it."Â
"It's not my fault you literally change your opinions every day."Â
"Welcome to girlhood."Â
"Now sit down and I'll put something on Netflix."Â
"Wooyoung, why-"Â
"Y/N, listen," It was his turn to sigh. "You helped me through a lot when everything happened with my grandpa and you were always there for me when shit went down, just let me help you this once however I can."Â
"Ok, got it. Enough with the sentimental talk," You quickly obeyed. You didn't like serious Wooyoung. Â
"Now, are we feeling Criminal Minds?" He asked once you were sitting next to him, remote in hand.Â
"Sounds great."Â
âPerfect,â Wooyoung agreed as he put on the show, quickly standing up to turn off the lights before sitting back down and opening his arms. âCome here.âÂ
âUh, I would rather not.âÂ
âI donÂŽt care, weÂŽre doing this.âÂ
âI donÂŽt think forcing me to cuddle you will help much-âÂ
âDo you want me to really force you? Because I can,â He raised his eyebrow at you, arms still hanging in the air.Â
âIÂŽm pretty sure IÂŽm stronger than you-âÂ
âOh my god, just shut up,â He groaned and rolled his eyes at the same time, bending his body forward so he could grab onto your waist and pull you against his chest. Â
Ok, yeah. He was definitely stronger than you.Â
âCan you not make it so difficult?â He asked once he noticed how stiff you were in between his legs. âStretch your legs, relax.âÂ
You decided against reminding him that he was in fact forcing you to do this and obeyed, he was just trying to help after all and maybe he did have a point: Some human touch might help calm your mind down. Also, the quicker you played along, the sooner it would be over. So, stretching your legs across the couch you did, letting your body relax against WooyoungÂŽs, who contently wrapped his arms around you as you both turned your attention towards the Tv. Â
Well, that lasted for about 10 minutes before you started feeling the heat of your friendÂŽs skin radiating and everything started making sense: Being held by someone you loved really was comforting. Huh, who would have guessed?Â
You generally hated being touched by people but right now you kind of felt like a cat, wanting to rub your head on WooyoungÂŽs shirt and snuggle into his warmth. Â
âCan I play with your hair or will you bite my hand of?â Â
âYou can try,â You answered, not wanting to admit he was right all along and that you would very much like more of whatever this was. Â
You could practically feel the roll of his eyes at your threatening tone as he pulled your head like you were just one big barbie doll, so your right cheek would be rested against his chest, turning your body to the side so now your right shoulder kind of met his chest instead of your back. Â
âOuch, you could be gentler,â You complained, rubbing your forehead skin where his palm was planted seconds before. Â
âWhen you deserve it,â He grunted, eyes fixed on the Tv. Â
âThat was not very let me help you of you.âÂ
It was easy to tell he bit back his comeback, simply taking a deep calming breath and burying his fingers in the hair behind your neck, gently rubbing the area â Maybe you would purr. Judging you now had the upper hand, you decided to in return wrap your own arms around his wait so you could get comfortable and Wooyoung gave you a cocky victory smile.Â
Damn it.Â
The two of you went through the entire episode like that and you were so relaxed that when Wooyoung stood up to open the snacks and grab some wine, you didnÂŽt even complain about how that was a bad idea, sharing some glasses while you watched the second and third episodes and he tossed you around into every cuddling position you never even knew existed, discussing who you though were the killers and all the little gossips of the week.Â
âYou could create like a cuddling Kama Sutra,â You joked, kind of dizzy because of the drink â or because you had an incredibly attractive man holding you for the past 2 hours or so. Â
âWill you quit complaining about my touchy personality now?â He smiled.Â
âNah, this was a one-time thing.âÂ
âAre you at least feeling a bit better?â Wooyoung asked, adjusting himself on the couch to look at you since you were now sitting side to side after the last episode ended. Â
âYes, actually.âÂ
It was true, you were no longer feeling like you could rip your entire skin off if you went through another second of someone not touching you. Â
âI have one last move prepared,â He informed excitedly.Â
âWeÂŽre not fucki-âÂ
âOh my god, will you quit it with the fucking thing? If you keep bringing It up I might start thinking youÂŽre interested-âÂ
âWhat was the idea?â You quickly asked, trying to cut the flirting off before it could lead your brain somewhere you spent the entire night not wanting to go. Â
âLet me give you a massage.âÂ
âWow, youÂŽre really invested in this helping me thing.â Â
âContrary to your big mouth, I am a good friend. Sit down right here,â Wooyoung ordered, opening his legs and pointing to the space on the floor in between his feet. âTonight IÂŽll take the neediness out of you the best I can since you refuse to go out and get some dick.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and ignored his remark, sitting down where he showed you and waiting silently as he gently gathered your hair and moved it out of the way. You cursed at how your skin erupted in goosebumps as his fingertips brushed against the side of your neck, your breath suddenly caught in your chest.Â
You followed the realization that this was probably a horrible idea with another glass of wine, thankful he couldn't feel your heart beating fast. Â
Wooyoung worked his thumbs in circles, digging them between your scapulae and pressing them up until they reached your shoulders, which he squeezed in the perfect strength to get shivers running up your spine every minute as he repeated the motion over and over. Â
âHow are you so good at this?â You whined, hating how your body was reaction to the touches.Â
âThereÂŽs really nothing IÂŽm not good at.âÂ
âHumbleness,â You offered.Â
âThat was a clichĂ© answer, you can do better than that.âÂ
âI donÂŽt care, just please never stop.âÂ
âI get that a lot.âÂ
âDo you really need to make everything sexual?âÂ
âIÂŽve always been that way, itÂŽs not my fault that now that youÂŽre horny itÂŽs bothering you.âÂ
You hated when he put it like that, because yes.Â
And maybe the way he sometimes would squeeze your neck during the massage or just the fact that he was touching you, were getting you feeling some type of way you would rather he did not notice. Â
âIf you were a girl, youÂŽd understand,â You groaned. âOvulation sucks.âÂ
âYou actually just gave yourself the perfect solution, why donÂŽt you fuck a girl?âÂ
ÂŽCause what I really want is fucking you.Â
Oh, wow. Â
Where did that come from?Â
âSpeaking of which, do you even know how to?â You ask, admittedly kind of shy of asking such question. Â
âKnow how to what?âÂ
âLike, have- you like- With women?â You try, motioning widely towards the couch with your hands as if it would help you get your point across so you wouldnÂŽt have to say the words.Â
Wooyoung seemed to get it though, hands suddenly stopping on your back so you would look at him, âY/N, you do know I have fucked women, right?âÂ
âHow would I? You never told me!â You whine.Â
âI thought it would be disrespectful?âÂ
âBut when you told me how much you loved choking on SanÂŽs dick it wasnÂŽt?âÂ
âWell, no-âÂ
âOr when you literally shared about how you thought about your fingers inside of me?âÂ
âYou asked for it!âÂ
âI donÂŽt believe you,â You narrowed your eyes towards him. âThereÂŽs no way I wouldnÂŽt have known.âÂ
âDo you want like a list or something?âÂ
âWhat? No! That would be disrespectful.âÂ
âSee?âÂ
âOk, no, wait. Just tell me this: Lauren?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âWooyoung, nooooo!â You whined.Â
âWhat? SheÂŽs hot!â He was exasperated.Â
âOh my god, everything makes so much sense now.âÂ
âWait, did you really think I was gay? WeÂŽve know each other for years! I talk about women all the time!âÂ
âYeah, but I thought you talked about women like Kevin talks about BeyoncĂ©! Like in a slayy pussy  queennn way, not in a IÂŽd want to fuck her way.â Â
âWould you like me to go around harassing women?âÂ
âNo, listen: I didnÂŽt think you were gay, I just kind of never thought about it?âÂ
"You though I was just joking around with you the other day and you still got all hot and bothered?" Would he quit teasing you? "Kinky."Â
âI thought you were playing and I didn't get any way!"Â
âWhatever you say, princess - Wait, why did you think Ali was always hanging around my neck all these months?âÂ
âI just thought she was kind of crazy â Wait, did you fuck her that good? She wouldnÂŽt leave us alone for a second, it was driving me insane."Â
âI just told you thereÂŽs nothing IÂŽm not good at,â He winked at you with a cocky smile on his face.Â
You wanted to die. Â
âWooyoung,â You warned.Â
âAwn, am I getting to you?â His tone was so sarcastic and condescending that a fire burned inside of you that you were afraid was never going out. Â
âItÂŽs the wine,â You assured, more yourself than him.Â
âItÂŽs always something.âÂ
âSee? ThatÂŽs why I told you I didnÂŽt want to be alone with you.âÂ
âAfraid youÂŽll jump me?â He mocked. âIÂŽm not scared.âÂ
"Just shut up. If whatever you're saying is true, I just want you to know you have the worst taste in women ever."Â
"Well, considering I would love to taste you more than I would anyone else, I agree," He played with your words. Â
âGo wash the glasses,â You ordered, the skin under your cheeks burning. Â
âYes, maâam,â He answered with a laugh, immediately standing up and following along. Â
When you were alone in the living room, your face fell between your hands in despair.Â
You fucking hated Jung Wooyoung and his fucking giant noise.Â
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Stupid fucking Jung Wooyoung. Â
Fucking hell. Â
Cursed be the day that man was born and cursed be the hospital and the doctors and the nurses and everyone in the world for all you cared.Â
Your entire body was filled with rage as you opened the stupid coffee maker to pour the water into the compartment â which you had of course forgotten to fill 10 minutes earlier and almost burnt the whole office down. How would you explain to your boss that you started a fire because your brain was simply too busy flashing images of you sitting on your stupid annoying best friendÂŽs face for the past 4 hours?Â
It has been 2 days since the day at your place, 2 nights since you've gotten a decent night of sleep. "Why is that?" One would ask. Well, the answer would be that your useless brain decided to sabotage you, having you dream about your best friend over and over again â Which wouldn't be so bad if 90% of the dreams didn't consist of you ridding said best friend's face, waking up sweating and wanting to scream.Â
At this point you just wanted to break Wooyoung's nose with a punch, so you'd never have to think about it again. After almost ripping your hair out in front of your computer, you decided on texting Hoshi for Mingyu's number - That's how desperate you were to get stupid fucking Jung Wooyoung out of your head. At least your friend assured that your ex was indeed single now and still didn't hate you, which was enough for you. Â
Not really knowing how to tell your ex-boyfriend, after so much time has passed, that you just wanted him to throw you around, things weren't going as fast as planned and you couldn't keep avoiding Wooyoung forever â One, because he has no sense of boundaries and would just show up at your place if you ignored him and two, you really didn't want to have the conversation that would go down when he found out why you weren't around. Â
It'd been over a week since you last saw Wooyoung in person, you were still in the talking stages with Mingyu, dreaming about your friend every fucking night and staring at his picture on the chatting app for hours while wanting to die. Now, you kind of genuinely didn't care anymore, Mingi and Wooyoung were right, maybe this was just about getting some dick â and you would find out if one could die of horniness if you didn't get some soon. Â
It was Saturday night, Hongjoong decided to throw a small party at his place to celebrate his birthday and you figured alcohol was a good solution since stabbing a knife into your brain wasn't an option. You even invited Mingyu, hoping in person and after a few drinks you'd figure how to ask him to bend you over â The man said he would be pretty late because of previous scheduled commitments but that he would go. Your ex was an incredibly attractive man who knew his way around a lady, maybe you would see all your problems flying away after tonight.Â
Except that after your first cup and some chatting with Mingi and Seonghwa on Hongjoong's couch, Wooyoung decided to arrive. Â
You took one (1) - ONE, UNO - look at the man and grabbed your phone, shooting Mingyu a text: donÂŽt come, partyÂŽs canceled.Â
âBro, your hair looks sick!â Mingi shouted before your brain could even begin to process what you were seeing.Â
You were the one actually about to be sick.Â
âDecided to try something new,â Wooyoung smirked, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to you.Â
You simply stared at him dumbfounded, glad he was too busy stealing the drink from your hands to notice your mouth wide open. Â
Jung Wooyoung just showed up to the party with the bottom part and the front strands of his hair dyed blonde and you werenÂŽt sure what kind of look that even was but you felt like it genuinely changed your whole life. You were pretty sure you got goosebumps when you first looked at him, lucky you were sitting down with the way your legs got weak.Â
âWhat do you think about it?â He asked you after he was content with finishing what was left in your cup.Â
âI hate it.âÂ
Well, you werenÂŽt lying. Your nails were literally digging into the palm of your hands to try and get your head back in place - The new look made his skin look tanner, the mole under his eye darker, the shape of his nose -Â
 The way he pushed his hair back, blonde strands surrounding his face -Â
No, nop.Â
No.Â
âSince I know youÂŽre joking, IÂŽm gonna go say hi to Hongjoong and grab us more drinks so we can get this party started.âÂ
You let him go with absolutely no fight, eyes wide and glued to his form until he was out of your sight as Seonghwa led him to where the birthday boy was supposed to be.Â
âAre you ok?â Mingi asked, noticing the crazy look on your face.Â
âI need Wooyoung to fuck me.âÂ
Your brain definitely was short-circuiting.Â
âOh. Wow. Ok.âÂ
âIÂŽm being serious. And IÂŽm not happy about it.âÂ
âHasnÂŽt he been offering for like weeks now?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âSo just go and tell him.âÂ
âThatÂŽs not how it works.âÂ
âOh my god, why do you have to be so complicated?âÂ
âI need him to offer again so I can say no, then when he insists, I will give in and pretend IÂŽm kind of thorn about it.âÂ
âAnd why is that?âÂ
âSo he doesnÂŽt know he won! And I donÂŽt like being vulnerable or whatever.âÂ
âI know we said you need some dick, but maybe you just need some therapy.âÂ
âYeah, that too, but what I really need right now is your help.âÂ
âSure,â Mingi shrugged. ThatÂŽs what you liked about him, things were simple with him.Â
âI need him to think IÂŽm horny.âÂ
âYou are horny.âÂ
âYeah, but I need him to see it so he will joke about helping me out again.âÂ
âAnd how are you going to do that?âÂ
âWell, I could stand here with a bitch face all night, but itÂŽs JoongÂŽs birthday so I donÂŽt really want to be like that. I donÂŽt really have any other ideas-âÂ
âTouch me.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âLike, be touchy with me.âÂ
âOh, that could work.âÂ
âThat will definitely work.âÂ
âYouÂŽre good,â You complimented.Â
âYou should come to me for help more often.âÂ
âDonÂŽt push it.âÂ
âFine.âÂ
âYouÂŽre invested, huh?âÂ
âMove closer,â He ordered and you obeyed, sitting sideways on the couch so you were turned towards him, left knee touching his thigh. âLean forward and put your hand on my thigh.âÂ
Despite your bodyÂŽs discontent, you did as told.Â
âAnd donÂŽt flinch when I touch you,â He warned. Â
âI feel like a spy,â You joked.Â
âAll this because you canÂŽt tell a guy you want to fuck,â He rolled his eyes.Â
âCÂŽmon, pretend youÂŽre not enjoying this, I dare you.âÂ
âTouchĂ©.âÂ
When your friends came back with more people tagging along, the first thing you noticed was the way WooyoungÂŽs gaze traveled immediately to your hand on MingiÂŽs thighs. Â
Ok, yeah, this could definitely work.Â
âHere, princess,â He handed you your drink, which you grabbed with your free hand. Â
âThanks Wooyo,â You smiled at the man before turning your attention back to Mingi, not missing the way your friend squeezed his eyes at you. Â
Thankfully, Wooyoung didnÂŽt say anything about it, sitting down on the floor in front of the couch as a circle naturally formed in the living room so everyone could play something, and the first choice was the 007 game. You went along with the plan, hitting MingiÂŽs thigh instead of your own, touching his arm when you had to laugh, not going stiff when his hand met the skin almost at the hem of your skirt.Â
You know what? Mingi was actually really hot too, if this night didnÂŽt end how you expected it to, you were so horny you were just about considering asking him to fuck you. Â
Whenever you looked in WooyoungÂŽs direction, you could practically see the engines turning in his head. It was just a matter of time now and you were already feeling shaky with excitement, which you werenÂŽt exactly thrilled about â But then you looked at him again with that stupid hair and that stupid nose and that stupid half-unbuttoned shirt and decided that to hell with your morals and ethics.Â
Mingi apparently decided his role in the ploy wasnÂŽt enough for him, since after an hour or so passed by and people started standing up to go after more drinks or socialize with other people, he waited for Wooyoung to approach before asking loud and clear, âSo, any luck with the getting some dick thing?âÂ
You were not exactly a good actress but you did know how to flirt, so not really knowing how else to react to the sudden improvisation, you smiled at him, âWhy? Know someone interested?âÂ
âYeah, nice to meet you. IÂŽm Song Mingi,â He half-joked, hand still heavy on your thigh. âOh, Wooyoung. YouÂŽre here, didnÂŽt see you there.âÂ
He was good, you had to give him that.Â
âI can see why,â Wooyoung answered, eyes pointing at the contact between you two. Â
âJealous?â Mingi asked his friend, his tone was humorous, but you could see the challenge in his eyes. Even though he was just playing, he couldnÂŽt help being an egotistical Leo.Â
âI wouldnÂŽt say jealous is the right word.âÂ
âDid you know Y/N invited Mingyu over?â Mingi laughed.Â
Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at you, eyes dancing with amusement. Â
âI already uninvited him, asshole.âÂ
âIs that why youÂŽre all touchy today?â Mingi asked. Ok, you would have to buy him some ice cream after the phenomenal performance he was delivering. âThought you would convince her to fuck someone, Woo.âÂ
âBelieve me, I tried,â He shrugged.Â
âCan we quit talking about me like IÂŽm not here? Also, IÂŽm not an animal in heat, stop being weird.âÂ
Well, werenÂŽt you? Â
Really?Â
âYou sure seem like it,â Wooyoung completed.Â
âYou look hornier than me, Wooyoung.âÂ
âIÂŽm not denying it,â He stated matter-of-factly.Â
âOh shit, I forgot my phone with Yunho,â Mingi cursed, suddenly petting his pockets. He was so convincing you almost forgot he was helping you out. âShit, shit, shit. IÂŽll be back later.âÂ
With that he stood up and quickly marched out of the living room, Wooyoung lazily taking his place next to you on the couch.Â
âWere you really about to let Mingi fuck you?âÂ
âMaybe?â You answer, and well, that wasnÂŽt a lie either.Â
âOuch, that kind of hurts my ego.âÂ
âMingi and I are just friends, now you and I are best friends. ThereÂŽs a huge difference there.âÂ
âSo, youÂŽre saying youÂŽd fuck me if we werenÂŽt best friends?â He joked. âWow, thank you. IÂŽm shy now. No need for all these compliments.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, not sure what to say that would lead you towards what you wanted, choosing to just be normal and hope the night would eventually get you there.Â
âWhy did you cancel on Mingyu?âÂ
âDidnÂŽt think he would throw me around today.âÂ
âSomeoneÂŽs getting bold.âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
âI actually like frustrated Y/N, itÂŽs hot.âÂ
âThen stop bothering me to fuck someone and let me be frustrated in peace.âÂ
âWell, that seems nice but IÂŽm sure youÂŽd look much hotter getting the frustration out.âÂ
âAre we back to the âyou imagining someone fucking meâ thing?âÂ
âI could correct you once again saying that IÂŽm not imagining someone else, but since youÂŽve made it pretty clear that youÂŽre not interested, IÂŽm not going to.âÂ
That was it, that was your moment.Â
âAnd what if I tell you maybe I am?âÂ
He stopped to give you a knowing cocky smirk that made you immediately regret raising the white flag, âI know.âÂ
âWhat? Ho- No -âÂ
âY/N, you wouldnÂŽt stop staring at me like you wanted me to destroy you in front of everyone while Mingi literally had his hand on you.âÂ
âThatÂŽs not -âÂ
âDo I have to pretend I think you were squirming because of him and not me? I can play dumb if youÂŽd like. I can even go call him back if you tell me you werenÂŽt wishing it was my hand almost getting under your skirt instead of his. So, are you going to give in now or are we going to keep playing this game?âÂ
âWooyoung-âÂ
âWeÂŽre best friends, I know. But I donÂŽt see how you avoiding me because you get wet every time IÂŽm around is doing our friendship any favors either.âÂ
Ok, he did make a pretty good case even though you were already convinced like an hour ago.Â
âYouÂŽre right.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âSo?âÂ
âIÂŽm not fucking you at HongjoongÂŽs.âÂ
You stared at him, completely dumbfounded â also not liking how the tables have turned one bit. Wooyoung in turn laughed and sent you another playful wink, âTrust me, you wonÂŽt want anyone around.âÂ
âIt took a lot from me to come to terms with this, so weÂŽre either doing it tonight or weÂŽre not doing it.âÂ
âOh, princess,â He gave you a condescending look that got you wanting to rip his hair out. âI find that hard to believe, but I appreciate the enthusiasm.âÂ
âWooyoung-âÂ
âY/n,â His voice was calm, hand finding its place on your thigh where MingiÂŽs was earlier, except this time the touch burned and got you fighting for your life not to squirm. âI said IÂŽm not fucking you at HongjoongÂŽs, not that IÂŽm not fucking you.âÂ
âThen letÂŽs go.âÂ
âNow, that would be rude, wouldnÂŽt it?âÂ
âWhy are being like this?â You whined, about a second away from actually hitting the cockiness out of him. Â
âYou have this needy look in your eyes, like youÂŽre ready to drop down and beg at any moment,â He smiled, his free hand gently tucking your hair behind your ear like he wasnÂŽt talking about you on your knees. âItÂŽs cute.âÂ
âYou know what will be cute? When I ask Mingi to fuck me instead.âÂ
âIf you can go to Hongjoong, in front of everyone, and tell him that we need to leave his birthday party right now because you canÂŽt wait for me to fuck you, IÂŽm good to go.âÂ
âHave you always been this annoying?âÂ
âOnly when I know youÂŽll like it.âÂ
âYou know you were the one asking to fuck me for weeks, right?âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âYou just know everything, donÂŽt you?âÂ
âSee? YouÂŽre hot when youÂŽre frustrated.âÂ
âYou think IÂŽm sexually frustrated but now IÂŽm actually just mad at you.â He simply smiled at you in return, and you rolled your eyes once you realized where you had dug your grave, âI forgot you have a degradation kink or whatever. CanÂŽt even be angry at you in peace anymore.âÂ
âIf youÂŽre really mad at me, we should fix that. I wouldnÂŽt want my best friend to be angry at me.âÂ
âI donÂŽt think itÂŽs possible to fix it considering being annoying itÂŽs like your whole personality. Point proven.âÂ
âCome say that closer,â He winked playfully, and you seriously would cringe at the number of times that man has winked at you if he wasnÂŽt Wooyoung. Â
Ok, coming completely clean: You were also kind of annoyed at the way you were definitely getting wet at the banter between the two of you, like teasing each other wasnÂŽt what your whole friendship has been about for years.Â
It also helped that WooyoungÂŽs hand was still on your thigh, veins sticking out and fingers filled with rings that you just couldnÂŽt stop picturing against the skin on your neck. Â
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.Â
It took a second to decide if you would actually listen to that one braincell fighting for its life inside your head or not, but in the end, you decided against it, quickly standing up so you could sit on WooyoungÂŽs lap and take him by surprise as you straddled his thighs, one of your knees on each side of legs. Â
Yeah, there was definitely something pulsing in between your legs. Fucking hell.Â
You moved too quicky for Wooyoung to process what was going on, so it really was amusing the way he violently jerked once you moved your head closer, lips almost brushing his ears as you whispered, âWhat do you want me to say?âÂ
For a second you had almost forgotten it was Jung Wooyoung under you, but he was fast to remind you as one of his hands found its place on the side of your thigh and the other grabbed onto your waist, where his thumb brushed gentle circles against your exposed skin. He took advantage of the fact you were already bent down to say against your ear this time, âYou never told me.âÂ
âWhat?â You asked, creating some distance between you so you could look at the smirk on his face and because you didnÂŽt quite like the way you got weak when you felt his breath against your skin so closely.Â
âThe other day, we made a deal. You said you would tell me what you imagined me doing to you if I told you first, but you ran away after I completed my part. You owe me.âÂ
Under regular circumstances you would have stood up and left right then and there, but the way his palms met the front part of your thighs and started rubbing them up and down, a bit higher each time, got you wanting to play his game to see where it would end.Â
âYouÂŽre right. That day was the first time I ever thought about you sexually, and you know what triggered it?âÂ
âWhat?â He smiled at the way goosebumps erupted all over your skin under his touches.Â
âYour nose.âÂ
âSo you like my nose?âÂ
âAnd your lips, but mostly your nose.âÂ
"And what about my lips and nose?"Â
"Was just thinking about how good they'd feel under me," You look into his eyes, centimeters away from yours, thankful that Hongjoong had deemed the lights at some point of the night and now Wooyoung's face was illuminated only by a pink hue, coming from a fake sunset light your friend had bought on AliExpress.Â
"That's good, âcause I've never wanted someone to sit on my face so bad before."Â
âCareful,â You warned, inching your face closer to his, toying with the buttons on his shirt as your lips were almost brushing. âWe still need to go back to being friends after we fuck and get this off our systems.âÂ
"Iâm sure we can manage," He smiled, inching closer himself so now your lips were indeed touching as he continued speaking. "I'm a good friend after all."Â
"Kiss me then, I dare you," You breathed out, shooting your last shot.Â
He laughed at that, "You know I never back down from a challenge."Â
But well, it worked.Â
Wooyoung made his words true, grabbing onto your waist with a firmness that you didn't know he had to pull you closer. With your chests now glued, his lips finally pressed against yours and you hated yourself for not being disappointed. You so wanted the man to be all bark and no bite, but the moment his tongue met yours you understood why that girl wouldn't leave him alone. You had indeed kissed many people before, but it had never felt like this - and also, you were right, his plush lips were definitely something to obsess over.Â
What didn't surprise you at all, was that like in everything else, Wooyoung was a tease. In some moments when you would deepen the kiss, he would pull back a bit and bite on your bottom lip just to laugh when you groaned in annoyance. When he felt you were getting frustrated at his little games, he would grab onto your hips and grind them against his â which well, definitely got your mind to stop thinking about how insufferable he was. Good thing you knew how to play too, hands finding the roots of his hair to pull harshly on it, almost passing out at the whine he let out. Â
"I love that you're wearing a skirt," He groaned out.Â
"Why is that?" You were so breathless you almost got embarrassed.Â
"I can feel how wet you are."Â
Fuck.Â
"You must be imagining things."Â
"Oh, am I?" The cunning smile he gave you along with those words should have prepared you.Â
It really shouldn't have surprised you when one of his hands left your ass and snaked its way in between your bodies. You leaned back a little to try and understand what was happening, giving Wooyoung all the access he needed to get his hand under your skirt and press the pad of his middle finger right on your clit over your panties.Â
"Told ya," He smirked in content at the way you gasped involuntarily. Â
"Wooyoung-"Â
"What? Weren't you the one who couldn't wait?" He teased, rubbing slow circles with his finger. "If you're already soaked like this, I can't even imagine what it would be like if I just pushed your panties to the side-"Â
"No-" You whined, thorn between just letting him do whatever he wanted or stopping him - since you were very much in the middle of your friend's living room and there were people around.Â
"Getting shy now?"Â Â
âWooyoung.âÂ
âThatÂŽs my name,â You could see in his eyes how much fun he was having teasing you.Â
âYou want me to stop teasing or stop touching you?â He mocked with a smile on his face, finger still working on you as you fought with all your life to not squirm on his lap.Â
âYou know what? If you want everyone to see, I can put on a show,â You sighed, accepting defeat.Â
You expected Wooyoung to smirk once again but was instead surprised when he stopped and retreated his hand, adjusting your skirt back in place. Your heart dropped at the sight, searching for answers in his eyes, but they were busy looking somewhere else: Mingi had gotten back. You could see the way the tall man was frozen at the entrance, eyes wide and hand once again stuck in the air â this time holding his wallet proudly.Â
You sent a glare at the intruder (as if there were not at least 10 other people in the room). The moment MingiÂŽs eyes caught yours, he jumped as if he had just woken up from a nap and he tried mouthing something like âsorryâ and âoh shitâ so you just rolled your eyes and motioned with your hand for him to move along, preferably far away. He seemed to get the message, almost tripping with how fast he spun on his heels and left. Â
âWhat? WerenÂŽt you the one who wanted everyone to know?â You asked Wooyoung, tone pointy as you climbed off his lap. It was like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over you. THIS WAS JUNG WOOYOUNG.Â
YOUR BEST FRIEND JUNG WOOYOUNG.Â
THE GUY WHO MADE YOU DRESS LIKE A CHEERLEADER TO GO TO HIS COLLEGE SOCCER GAMES AND CHEER FOR HIM, THE GUY WHO BURPED AND LAUGHED AT HIS OWN DISGUSTINESS, THE GUY WHO DID A CRISTIANO RONALDO IMPRESSION EVERYTIME HE WON SOMETHING, THE GUY YOU HAD TO ONCE RESCUE FROM A PIG FARM AFTER DRINKING WAY TOO MUCH!Â
âYeah, but I guess my protective best friend side spoke louder,â He sighed too, fixing his pants. âDonÂŽt be mad.âÂ
âIÂŽm not mad.âÂ
âYes, you are.âÂ
âYes, IÂŽm mad. Ok? Cause now the magic is over or whatever and I realized youÂŽre my best friend and we canÂŽt fuck.âÂ
He turned around on the couch to be able to look into your eyes, his searching. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so he simply closed his eyes, sighed once again and stood up, offering his hand, âCÂŽmon. Let me take you home.âÂ
âSo, Mingyu huh?â Wooyoung asked, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear. Â
âDonÂŽt do that.âÂ
âDo what?âÂ
âAsk about another man and pretend everythingÂŽs normal.âÂ
âWell, I guessed that now that we canÂŽt fuck we can go back to being normal best friends.âÂ
You locked your jaw and crossed your arms. You were angry and you didnÂŽt even know what for â But you expected Wooyoung to fix it, nonetheless.Â
âUse your words.âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âOk, then. Silent ride it is.âÂ
You huffed; aware you were acting like a spoiled child, but you were just angry at the mess inside your head and that your friend was not able to read your mind and untangle everything so it made sense. Maybe you really were just spoiled and angry you didnÂŽt get what you wanted when you wanted.Â
âOh. I get it now.âÂ
âWhat?â Wooyoung asked, eyes moving from the road for a second to look at you.Â
âWhen you call me a brat. I get it now.âÂ
âI was searching my brain for plausible reasons for you to be all sulky, for you to admit you were mad just because I didnÂŽt fuck you at the party?âÂ
âYeah? Not just that, but you know I donÂŽt like when things donÂŽt go my way, I just wanted everything to happen fast so I wouldnÂŽt have time to think about it but then when I thought about it, I felt bad because I still wanted it to happen but I know it shouldnÂŽt.âÂ
âY/N, itÂŽs sex.âÂ
âDonÂŽt make me sound stupid.âÂ
âIÂŽm not, youÂŽre just really overthinking this.âÂ
âYeah, thatÂŽs the whole point. And itÂŽs all your fault, so you see why IÂŽm mad now?âÂ
âYes. IÂŽm the worst.âÂ
âYou are.âÂ
âNot when I fuck you, thought.âÂ
âThe moment has passed, Wooyoung. The train has left the station. Deal with it.âÂ
âIf you say so. Are you opening the garage, or should I park outside?âÂ
âI didnÂŽt bring the tag â Wait, are you going up?âÂ
âStreet it is then.âÂ
âAnswer me, stupid.âÂ
âYes, IÂŽm going up.âÂ
âWhat for?âÂ
âYou said it yourself, if weÂŽre best friends and nothing more is ever happening, there should be no problem with me sleeping over, right? WeÂŽve done it thousands of times.âÂ
âYeah,â You squeezed your eyes at him. You knew what game he was playing, trying to prove you wrong â But you were also convinced you were more stubborn than him and that you would instead prove him wrong.Â
âSlumber party, fun!â He exclaimed, taking the key out and tapping your thigh before leaving his car.Â
âSince this was kind of last minute,â You heard WooyoungÂŽs voice approaching your room, âI didnÂŽt really bring any clothes.âÂ
And there he was, next to your bed in nothing but a towel around his hips, long messy hair slightly dripping down his torso and toothbrush in his mouth, looking all casual like you both knew he wasnÂŽt doing this on purpose. Â
The fact that it was working only made you even more annoyed.Â
âYou know where the drawer with your stuff is,â You groaned, pretending to look at your nails.Â
He looked way too smug as he turned to your closet, opening said drawer to pull out some sweatpants. You kind of expected (or is it hoped the right word?) that he would just unknot the towel and expose himself to try and seduce you, but he behaved and simply pulled the pants under the fabric before unwrapping it. Â
âHave you not heard about underwear?âÂ
âHave you not heard that itÂŽs healthier to sleep without it? You should hang out with me more, I can teach you a lot.âÂ
âYeah, I already see you enough, thanks.âÂ
âCome dry my hair.âÂ
âI think youÂŽre perfectly capable of doing that yourself.âÂ
âYeah, but I like when you do it.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and groaned, pushing the blanket out of you, âFine.âÂ
Wooyoung walked to the bathroom in front of you, surely having planned the way his back and arms looked from behind. You had seen him without a shirt hundreds of times already, why did you feel like you wanted to jump him now?!!?!?!? You figured you were over it after coming back to your senses but oh boy, were you wrong.Â
âHas San been dragging you to the gym?â You asked as he bent over to get the hair dryer from the bottom drawer. You figured making small talk and acting normally would keep your brain busy.Â
âYeah. And you would know that if you opened the hundreds of snaps I send you every day.âÂ
âIÂŽm not 14, Wooyoung. Snapchat died in 2015, sorry to inform you,â You joked as you plugged the dryer he handed you. âGive me the towel.âÂ
He did as told, sitting down on your toilet as you started drying the water excess from his hair. Doing your best so no part of your arm or leg would accidentally touch his skin since you could feel the heat emanating from it.Â
That was no way of living.Â
Once the towel was completely damp, you tossed it on the floor and grabbed a brush, ignoring how he closed his eyes in appreciation at the touch. You fucking hated him and the way your heart was beating fast for absolutely no reason. Â
Now untangled, you reached over to get the hair dryer once again but were stopped with a soft touch to the side of your leg.Â
You looked down at the man expecting an answer and he simply gave you a lazy smile, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you in between his legs, âCome here. Let me look at you while you do it.âÂ
Well, you let him pull you along because there was nothing really sexual about it, Wooyoung was just a touchy person and he looked like he was about to fall asleep anyways. Â
You turned on the dryer and used your fingers to move his hair around so the heat would get to his roots, feeling the skin of your face heat up at the way he hummed in content. Wooyoung had a lot of hair, and not just that, but he had a lot of thick hair, so you were already aware you would spend a long time in there, appreciating the silence and the fact he was pretty much out of it so you could let your guard down.Â
WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY you jumped in surprise when both of his hands found their way to the side of your thighs, just very softly rubbing them up and down as you dried his strands, goosebumps erupting all over your body at the delicate touch. Â
Once again, just sleepy touchy Wooyoung.Â
Nothing new, nothing to fuss over.Â
Except YOU WERE FUSSING OVER IT BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN YOU FELT A PULSE WHERE YOU DIDNÂŽT WANT TO FEEL A PULSE.Â
This whole situation was just so domestic and nice that it scratched a very specific part of your brain that got you wanting to live in that moment forever â except maybe not with your best FRIEND.Â
âI like when you touch me,â His raw voice came out softly. âYou donÂŽt do it a lot, so I have to enjoy every chance I get.âÂ
You didnÂŽt have an answer to that, the only thing you could think to say was âstopâ but how could he stop when he wasnÂŽt even doing anything to begin with? This time it was not his fault that your mind was in the gutter.Â
âYou have enough people touching you already,â You managed to string a few words.Â
âYeah, but it feels nicer when itÂŽs you,â He opened his eyes, you could see the sincerity in them and you felt bad that you kind of just wanted to punch him and run away.Â
You were also surprised by the sudden unexpected eye contact, which explains why you accidentally pulled one of his strands a bit harshly. WHAT WASNÂŽT EXPLAINED THOUGH, WAS THE LOW MOAN HE LET OUT AND THE WAY HIS EYES CLOSED AS HIS MOUTH PARTED. OR THE WAY YOURS HUNG OPEN TOO AT THE SOUND OR THE WAY YOU COULDNÂŽT STOP STARING AT THE STUPID MOLE ON HIS LIP.Â
It was a moment of insanity, a few seconds when your soul was out of your body; when you tentatively pulled on his hair again, feeling his nails digging into the skin of your thighs and his breathing getting heavier, yours matching.Â
âIf you really donÂŽt want us to fuck then youÂŽre just being cruel right now,â He breathed out, eyes still closed as his forehead met your abdomen. Â
âI donÂŽt?âÂ
âIs that a question?âÂ
âNo. I donÂŽt. I think your hair is dry.âÂ
âItÂŽs definitely not,â He argued, raising his head once again. âCÂŽmon, finish it. No funny business, I promise.âÂ
You wanted to tell him itÂŽs not him you were worried about, itâs the way your own body was betraying you that bothered you, but you took a deep breath and continued with the work, doing your best to ignore his eyes on you or how his hands were once again toying with your thighs or how his thighs were touching your legs or how he was centimeters away from you.Â
Yeah, a lot of things to ignore.Â
Was your bathroom always this small?Â
âYou smell nice.âÂ
âI shower once in a while,â You agreed. âAnd you said no funny business.âÂ
âIÂŽm complimenting you, how is that sexual?âÂ
âItÂŽs not,â You agreed.Â
He smirked at you because he too was well aware of the tension, if the way his sweatpants were suddenly tight were anything to go by. Thankfully he didnÂŽt answer because you donÂŽt think you could continue to ignore it if he mentioned he was getting hard just by you drying his hair.Â
Eventually, after what felt like days, you finally turned off the dryer and prayed he would agree to your suggestion, âYouÂŽre done. Wanna sleep?âÂ
âNop, this is a slumber party.âÂ
âWhat? You want to have a pillow fight now or do facemasks and gossip?â You rolled your eyes.Â
âAlthough the first option sounds fun, I was thinking we can watch something until we fall asleep.âÂ
Watch something.Â
Until you fell asleep.Â
In your bed.Â
Sure, what could go wrong?Â
âWhat are you doing?â Wooyoung asked amusedly.Â
âBuilding a barrier between our sides of the bed.âÂ
He laughed loudly at that, crawling into the bed too and taking the pillows from where you were organizing them, âWooyoung!âÂ
âShut up, you enjoyed cuddling once and you will enjoy it again.âÂ
âAbsolutely not.âÂ
âWhat? Afraid you wonÂŽt be able to resist me? I thought we were just friends,â He teased.Â
âVery funny-âÂ
âBecause if youÂŽre interested we can just skip the foreplay and go straight to ââÂ
âWhat do you want to watch?âÂ
You ignored his low chuckle, giving up on fighting for the pillows and getting comfortable on your bed so you could turn on the TV.Â
âCommunity?âÂ
âGreat,â You agreed between gritted teeth, opening the Netflix app and putting on the show from where you two had stopped it as Wooyoung fluffed the pillows behind his back next to you. Â
This time he didnÂŽt even ask before pulling you in between his legs, your back against his chest. You didnÂŽt even fight it because honestly, what for? You simply groaned as you felt him searching for the light switch on the wall over your bed. Â
âDonÂŽt pretend you donÂŽt enjoy it, IÂŽve got you all figured out now.âÂ
âYeah yeah, believe what you want to.âÂ
âShut up, IÂŽm trying to watch the show.âÂ
You huffed, rolled your eyes and crossed your arms all at the same time. You knew it wasnÂŽt at him you were annoyed â although he was sure making a great job at feeding into it. Â
You also immediately regretted wearing shorts as the palms of his hands splayed over your thighs. Â
âItÂŽs too hot,â You complained, hoping he would let you go.Â
Wooyoung simply stretched out one of his hands and grabbed the AC remote, turning it on before tossing it away and returning his palm to your thigh. His silence told you he was focused on the show and you truly wish you could say the same about yourself, but instead, your eyes were glued to the sight in front of you like it was a car wreck, not being able to look away no matter how much your brain ordered you to. Your knees were bent, your thighs almost touching your chest, so his hands were just right there in your line of sight, all veiny and calloused. Â
The harder you tried to stir your mind away and pay attention to the TV, the more your brain looked like a Wattpad fanfic written by a 40-year-old who just got divorced and discovered sex wasn't just missionary. The conversation you had with Wooyoung about how the girls he fucked became literally obsessed with him kept flashing into your head and you were legitimately about to bite onto your fist and scream for 7 whole minutes.  Â
Your mental breakdown however was interrupted by the man behind you, who with no words started tracing his fingers â seemingly â unpresumptuously over your skin. You ignored it because you had no energy to fight it and as long as it stayed PG-rated it would be fine. Â
The soft touches plus the very cold wind from the AC hitting you got goosebumps to erupt up your skin and you just felt how your nipples were suddenly sensitive against the fabric of your shirt and WooyoungÂŽs hand were just there, mere centimeters away and oh, you so desperately wanted him to touch them. In fact, you wanted it so badly you were fighting for your life to keep the uncomfortable squirming to a minimum. Â
Thankfully, Wooyoung didnÂŽt notice it â deep down you knew he was just pretending not to for your sake, but if he could, so would you. Â
âWho do you think is hotter, Annie or Britta?â His voice suddenly, almost against your ear, shocked you. âOh, jumpy, are we?âÂ
âShut up, I was just startled.âÂ
âSo?âÂ
âBritta.âÂ
âSame.âÂ
He went quiet once again, except now, when you thought his mind was once again focused on the show, his hands started getting braver. They escalated from just his fingers drawing shapes on the patch above your knees to suddenly coming down to the sensitive skin between your thighs. You jerked involuntarily even though he only traced his fingers about halfway down your legs. Wooyoung once again pretended to not notice your reaction and you pretended to not notice he was touching you. Â
His fingers gently brushing the sides of your thighs all the way to your knees before you could feel the tip of his middle finger slowly grazing your skin down the inside of your thighs, lower and lower each time he came down. At this point your heart was beating so fast it was almost coming out of your throat, your breathing labored and sweat building up on your forehead even though the room was freezing cold. Â
âSheÂŽs kind of annoying, though.âÂ
âWho?â You breathed out, honestly not even knowing your name anymore.Â
âBritta.âÂ
âOh, yeah.âÂ
Silence once again. Â
Attention back to the show.Â
You had to control your whine of disappointment when he retreated his hands. Â
Ok, you took the chance to breathe, count to 10 and give yourself a pep talk. You could do this. You would not fuck your best friend. If not because of your morals and because of your friendship, because fucking him would mean he won, and you would never give Wooyoung the satisfaction.Â
Ok, you could do this.Â
You could definitely do this.Â
Wooyoung gently gathered your hair and pushed it over your right shoulder, the familiar goosebumps showing up once again at the way the tip of his fingers brushed against the skin of your neck. Â
Yeah, you could not do this. Â
The sound that came out of your mouth when his wet lips met the juncture between your neck and shoulder could only be described as a pinscher finding out it could bark. You were in fact shaking as much as those annoying tiny dogs are known for.Â
You froze, not being able to react when you felt him sucking on your skin or when his tongue tried to soothe the pain his teeth left behind. Your core was clenching so hard it hurt.Â
âWooyoung,â Your voice came out as half plead half warning. Â
âHm?â He hummed against a different spot on your neck, and it made it a thousand times worse. Â
 âWe shouldnÂŽt-âÂ
âJust tell me to stop and I will.âÂ
Except you couldnÂŽt. Not when he found your sweet spot and grazed his teeth against it before gently sucking on it. This time you allowed yourself to squirm and you felt it at the same time you heard it; Wooyoung groaned as you accidentally pressed against him and figured out you were not the only one going insane. His dick was hard and now very much pulsing against your ass and lower back. Â
Both of you realized you never told him to stop and you were fighting so hard to gain control of your body back as he kissed the vein on your neck - but it was all lost when his hands snaked around your torso and grabbed your boobs. You whimpered, shamefully, squeezing your legs together to try and relieve some of the throbbing. Â
His kisses grew harsher, as he sucked one spot hard enough to leave a mark, the pad of his middle fingers toyed with your nipples and you simply couldn't pretend you didnÂŽt want this to happen anymore, not with the way you could literally start dripping onto your bed any moment now. Â
A gasp left your lips when his right hand grabbed onto your thigh and pulled your legs open. You felt his dick twitching when he saw the wet patch in the middle of your shorts.Â
âOh, princess,â He sighed, pressing against the stain in pure admiration.Â
âWooyoung-âÂ
âTell me to stop.âÂ
He gave you no time to consider his words, pulling the bottom of your shorts and panties to the side and rubbing his middle finger down your slit to wet it. You carved your nails onto his thighs in return, doing your best to stay grounded. It didnÂŽt even take a minute for you to understand why the prior girls who slept with Wooyoung became obsessed with him, you werenÂŽt really doing anything yet and the second the pad of his finger found your clit while his other hand gently pressed down onto your lower stomach everything became even clearer. You threw your head back on his shoulder in pleasure as he rubbed figure eights against your clit.Â
Yeah, you agreed to pretend nothing happened starting tomorrow, but you figured you would never be able to forget the sound of your best friendÂŽs deep moan against your ear when he felt you around his finger for the first time.Â
âGlad to see IÂŽm not the only one going crazy,â He groaned against your ear - and when did his voice get so raspy?Â
You whined once again, not really knowing what else to do when you were practically on the edge from a minute or two of stimulation.Â
âTell me to stop.âÂ
âWooyoung-âÂ
âI love when you say my name.âÂ
Were you about to cry?Â
At this point, you just wanted him to ignore you and throw you around and do whatever he wanted, but you knew he wouldnÂŽt until you said so, and you were definitely not doing that. Although with every second that passed with his finger on you, that definitely was turning more into a probably. Â
âI never told you.âÂ
âWha- What?âÂ
âFrom all the ways I imagined this happening, I never told you my favorite.âÂ
âWhat is it?âÂ
âItÂŽs the one where weÂŽre in a sleepover and youÂŽre so desperate that you canÂŽt even go to the bathroom, so you just very quietly put your hands inside your shorts and touch yourself right next to me thinking that IÂŽm asleep. And I pretend I am, but I can hear the small whimpers you try to hold back, I can feel the slight shake of the bed and I can hear how wet you are so clearly. Sometimes, I even imagine you would decide to use me, not even try to wake me up, just sit on my face and ride it until I pretend to wake up and finally eat you out until youÂŽre crying and shaking.âÂ
When you literally had to hold yourself back from finishing at his words, you grabbed his hand and turned around on your knees, smashing your lips with no fanciness against his. He was quick to grab your ass and direct you to sit on top of his legs, your thighs on either side of his in the familiar position as your tongues met and you pulled the hairs on the back of his neck with all the frustration you had inside you.Â
âWeÂŽre not fucking,â You informed in between labored breaths.Â
âWe donÂŽt have to fuck, I just need you to sit on my face.âÂ
You never whined so loudly in your life before.Â
That was the one single thing you have been dreaming about hearing for weeks now and you were so happy you could practically cry, in fact, you almost came right there without even being touched.Â
IÂŽll be posting part 2 this week because this was already too long and crashing my terrible terrible computer <3
IÂŽll be proof reading this some other day sorry for any mistakes IÂŽm just a dyslexic girl with adhd and no english lessons ever
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a-yo there, Claudette! how ya' doin'? could I ask a request with the overblot gang like this: they are flirting with reader, in some case is more boldly, another is smoothly or a 'smart'/well thought out flirt, (because i'm SURE that leona and vil don't flirt the same, or blue and idia, for example). reader blushes a lot and looks away. after a second of silence, reader flirts back just as smoothly, slyly or boldly. how do the 7 primors react? đđ
thanks in advance! take care<3
oooh- yes, of course!! I had fun with this. it also occurs to me how bad most of them would be at flirting...
*à©â©â§âË the boys do a flirt
type of post: headcanons
characters: riddle, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus
additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
anyone here familiar with Victorian courting rules?
well, Riddle is
he is alllll about etiquette
literally "no hand holding before marriage"
the boldest he gets is with... flowers
for what he can't say or do outright, he can convey in floriography
daisies for loyalty, pink camellia for longing...
if he's feeling bold, he may add a lavender sprig or two
now, imagine his surprise when you send him a red orchid...
his face blushes the same color as the flower and he gets all giggly
going around Heartslabyul, saying he's got to send you a red rose back
...as if anyone knows what that means
(everyone in his dorm thinks you're both crazy)
*à©â©â§âË
Leona is the god of avoidance
he would rather crawl on his hands and knees through sewage than be honest with himself about his feelings
so, what does he do when he knows he's falling for you?
bullies you
like, lovingly
it's just easy for him to banter and push you around
he will call you short no matter what your height is, let himself into your room to sleep on your bed and make direct eye contact with you while he knocks your things off your desk
like... petty cat behavior
he was not anticipating you to reciprocate
man, you have a mouth on you
the things you say... color him impressed
honestly, he likes you even more than before
...which now makes avoiding his feelings impossible... crap
*à©â©â§âË
unfortunately I think Azul's best attempt at flirting is staring at you across a crowded room
he's a flatterer by default, but, like, he actually likes you
he knows how to get someone into a contract, but not how to ask you out on a date
funny, right?
well, not for him
it takes all of his courage just to say you look nice
Sevens, what is wrong with him?
you make him feel like an utter fool... so, of course, he has to compensate
now, when he's around you, he becomes smarter, more interesting, and about three times as pretentious
to impress you. obviously
then you match his energy and he's right back to square one
who knew he could get so easily flustered?
*à©â©â§âË
Jamil doesn't "flirt"
...at least, that's what he tells himself
before you, he'd simply never had a reason to. now...
how hard can it be, right?
and, well, he's not half-bad at it
Jamil knows how to keep his cool, and flattery is his second language
and he gets a chance to show off a little...
perfect, right?
well...
he can never seem to surprise you
every hint he tries, every subtle compliment and little smirk, you have something equally as crafty
...not what he had in mind, but, hey
the psychological warfare makes flirting much more interesting
*à©â©â§âË
Vil is, perhaps, the only person here who actually knows what he's doing
not that he's used to flirting
he just... knows how to talk to people
he's always quite subtle about it
forward advances are tasteless, if you'd ask him
he tends to flirt in subtle, but meaningful ways
that is, he makes his intentions known through touch
nothing aggressive, of course
a gentle squeeze of your shoulder, a brush of his hand against yours, an arm around your waist...
just enough to fluster you (which he so enjoys doing)
imagine his surprise, then, when you start touching him back
wordlessly holding his hand, sitting close enough to him to feel your shoulder against his...
he'll admit, he admires your boldness
*à©â©â§âË
the only "you" that Idia is flirting with is a chat bot he programmed to talk like you
I mean WHAT who said that
he DEFINITELY does not have that. haha... that'd be like, super creepy...
on that note, he also definitely DOES NOT obsessively study your words and mannerisms to better understand you
...well...
listen, he just doesn't know how to approach you!
you're so... you! and he's so... him
so, he'd much rather watch your every move and fantasize about being able to actually... talk to you...
he is, understandably, terrified when you approach him
...even more so when you seem to know about him and all his interests...
???
...you know what? he's not even going to think about it
*à©â©â§âË
Malleus can be a little... old-fashioned
and by that I mean Briar Valley old-fashioned
he was taught how to court by Lilia, of all people, so you know whatever he's doing is...
...strange
and he's somewhat aware of it, too
he just thinks it'd be even stranger for him to flirt with you like...
well... you get it
everyone else
he is, however, pleasantly surprised when you seem to know what he's doing
you've been reading up on Briar Valley customs, and recognized his courting rituals pretty much right away
...not that you're going to tell him that
reciprocating his flirtations is more fun when he doesn't see it coming
he makes that one surprised face every time
like this -> o_o
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FC43: SPANISH LOVE AFFAIR
pairing: spanish!reader x franco colapinto
summary: youâre really proud of your boyfriendâs debut into formula one⊠but some new fans of his donât seem to understand your shared sense of humor
a/n: the spanish in this may sound a little stilted to spanish-speakers because i tried to make it so it would translate correctly for any non-spanish speakers <3
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yourusername heâs a ten (and an f1 driver) but heâs a boca juniors fan
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user1 is this how you celebrate your boyfriend debuting as an f1 driver đđ i thought we were over this
francolapinto ES UN VEINTE ENTONCES AMOR
yourusername LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER
user2 of course the biggest boca fan in the world of motorsport would have a girlfriend that is a fan of real madrid đ€
user14 peak enemies to lovers đââïž mhm
user3 NOOO FRANCO SALĂ DE AHĂ
user4 okay but theyâve been dating for a while⊠what are the odds y/n turns franco into a real madrid fan đ
user5 CERO
user6 vos te caiste de chico o qué
user7 are you out of your mind
user8 close enough welcome back romeo and juliet
user9 break up with him đ boys are temporary anyway real madrid is forever
fernandoalo_oficial great to meet another spaniard on the paddock đđ
yourusername @/francolapinto HEâS TALKING ABOUT ME OH MY GOD
yourusername hola fernando alonso đđ
yourusername @/francolapinto (heâs in my comment section oh my god???? madre mĂa que me caigo)
user10 why are we only focusing on the caption??? have you guys even seen the pictures she posted of him đ„č
user11 i think i love them your honor
user12 đ«¶đ«¶
user13 someone tag her in that one video of franco shouting âdale bocaâ from a stage in front of a crowd in monza
francolapinto sheâs seen it
yourusername â i donât care for it
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francolapinto sheâs a ten but she said she would break up with you if carlos sainz gave her a chance (and sheâs a real madrid fan đŹ)
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yourusername STOP HE FOLLOWS YOU DONâT SAY THAT
francolapinto i thought you said you would stand by it đš
yourusername NOT WHEN HE COULD SEE THIS
yourusername BORRA ESTO FRANCO
yourusername FRANCO @/francolapinto
user14 this is just an excuse to make us all feel single
user15 franco really saw what twitter had going on and said not in my house
user16 SCREAMING
user17 honestly i get it because if carlos sainz gave me a chance i too would drop everything
user18 oh i love them i fear
user19 THAT LAST PIC??? FRANCO WHY ARE YOU BOTH SHIRTLESS
yourusername i think you know
francolapinto :)
user19 FRANCO
user20 theyâre unhinged
user21 crazy that y/n is an f1 wag nowâŠ.. they grow up so fast đ„č
user22 my favorites <3
user23 i mean isnât carlos a real madrid fan as well?
user24 đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
carlossainz55 oh?
francolapinto EHH NO PARĂ
francolapinto SHEâS HAPPILY TAKEN SORRY
yourusername @/carlossainz55 hola đ
francolapinto NO
a/n: pls reblog/comment if you enjoyed!!!!! i actually really liked making this one :) shoutout to the anon that requested it, your mind is huge
translations:
i. ES UN VEINTE ENTONCES AMOR â THEN HEâS A TWENTY LOVE
ii. NOO FRANCO SALĂ DE AHĂ â NOO FRANCO GET OUT OF THERE
iii. vos te caiste de chico o quĂ© â did you fall as a child or what
iv. madre mĂa que me caigo â oh my god iâm falling
v. âitâs embarrassingâ cerrĂĄ el orto â âitâs embarrassingâ shut the fuck up
vi. madre mĂa â oh my god
vii. BORRA ESTO FRANCO â FRANCO DELETE THIS
viii. EHH NO PARĂ â HEY NO STOP
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yandere! parasite who decides to inhabit your body after observing you from his previous host. you're so cute! you'll definitely be a lot more comfortable to be in over this... fumbling fool that's obsessed with you.
the switch is seamless and you don't even realize that you have a parasite in you until he speaks.
you were stunned, where did this voice come from? you look around you, thinking your boss or coworker had called for you... only for the face of a... translucent and handsome looking man to appear right in front of you.
"hey!"
"what the- where did you come from? wait a minute who even are you?"
"you're so silly. isn't it obvious that i'm a parasite and you're my host?"
"a... parasite?"
you freak out, thinking you have brain eating worms in you as you break down in the middle of your job. fortunately, the lovely parasite in you takes the time to comfort you through your brain.
he tells you that he won't kill you and that he's a symbiotic parasite. that he'll just co-exist with you for as long as you live. that he won't interrupt your life whatsoever, he just needs a place to stay, you know?
at least that's what he tells you and himself.
unbeknownst to him, he had... unfortunately adopted certain characteristics from his previous host. and what did that include? his obsession of course.
he doesn't notice it at first. he was just acting like his normal self, observing your day to day life for about a month or two while interacting happily with you through brain messages. everything was fine and dandy! nothing out of the ordinary for the both of you except for the fact that you now had a parasite in your brain.
and he was quite useful actually! improving your health, boosting your physical strength and stuff... it was so freaking cool! you never knew you could do all these things!
plus, he was so sweet! you two were definitely like a pair of really good friends even if you just met a month or two ago! he's just perfect!
that was, until he saw someone confessing to you.
he didn't understand what was going on. why did his chest tighten up at the sight of some other person confessing their love to you? why does he feel a sudden rush of... anger?
he turns to watch what you do and he swears he only feels more anger at how you react. cheeks flushed, pupils dilated...
no, he couldn't have that.
meanwhile, you were totally flattered by the sudden confession. especially when it was from this cute nerd from the IT department! maybe you'll accept- wait, wait, wait! why was your body moving on its own?!
"you belong to me."
the parasite in your brain mumbles as you lose all control of your body and begin walking away from your admirer. what the?! he's never done this before! why's he taking control of your body?!
"hey! give my body back!"
"how could you do this to me? i am hurt, my dear host."
you couldn't even respond, too shocked to even say anything before you try to resust again. obviously it wouldn't work but it doesn't hurt to try.
"hey cut it out! i thought you said we're just living together? what's this? you totally messed up my chances of getting with someone!"
you were about to snap back when you feel a cold dread creep up your spine. shit, you forgot he could control everything in your body.
you could only watch in horror as he brings your body back to your apartment before he forces your body onto your bed. his translucent body appears in your vision once more, pinning you to the bed. you couldn't even resist even if you tried. he controlled your brain after all.
"you're my host, therefore, you are mine. i do not understand what's so hard to understand."
gritting your teeth, you could only allow this parasitic admirer of yours to stare down at you while grinding his hips into yours. damn, what's he trying to-
"hah... you're so cute... i love you so much... can i explore you? I'm so curious. I've always looked away when you were bare but..."
you couldn't even say no if you tried. your body was responding on its own. damn it! his brain controlling abilities were too good! maybe you should be a parasite in your next life.
"ah... is that a yes? god, i love you. i love you, i love you... i love you so much my darling host."
...
were you about to have mental sex with the parasite living in your body right now?!
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Stay Stay Stay
Pairing - Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader
Summary - Until you met Tyler, you'd only had shitty boyfriends who would leave at the first sign of trouble or when you started to get too attached. Tyler Owens however is there to show you that he's in it for the long run, even when he finds out you're pregnant with his child.
Word Count - 4.5k
Warnings - Pregnant Reader, but this is just 4k words of pure fluff based on Taylor Swift's Stay Stay Stay ngl.
You woke up feeling miserable. You had barely gotten any sleep, staying up most of the night crying, and all you could think about was how stupid the fight you and Tyler had seemed now. You glanced over at the clock on your bedside table, and shot up when you realized how late it was. Tyler might have already gone, and now you wouldnât get the chance to say how sorry you were. The fear of that gripping your chest had you rolling out of bed and out the door. What you saw in the hallway however, had you stopping in your tracks.Â
 As soon as you shut the door behind you, Tyler jolted awake from his spot on the floor, rubbing his eyes. He was still in his clothes from last night, the button up and jeans, complete with cowboy boots. âYou stayed out here all night?â You asked, emotion tight in your throat.Â
Tyler looked up at you, brushing his hair back from his face. âOf course I did. Didnât know if you might need me or not after those nightmares youâve been having.âÂ
âBut - but I threw something-â
âYour phone.â He informed you.Â
Heat rushed to your face in embarrassment. â-My phone at you.âÂ
âI donât know if Iâd really say âat meâ. If so, your aim was pretty off for someone who used to play baseball.â He said, and he started to move so he could stand up.Â
Before he could though, you bent down and scrambled into his lap, wrapping your arms and legs around him as the tears fell down your cheeks.Â
He let out a surprised grunt, but put his arms around you as well. âTo be honest, not the greeting I was expecting this morning.â He said in a strained voice, probably because you were squeezing him so tight.Â
âI thought you left already, and I didnât want you to leave mad at me, because if something happened to you out there. . .â You wondered if he could even understand you with the way your tears messed with your breathing, but you had to tell him. The thought of him leaving while the two of you were mad at each other made you feel sick.Â
âHey,â Tyler started running a hand through your hair, the comfort of the motion easing into you. âI wasnât about to leave without talking to you. I told them Iâd catch up.â You closed your eyes as you felt his lips against the side of your head. âAnd you know I canât leave without my good luck kiss.âÂ
You pulled back so you could look at him when you said this. âIâm so sorry. I donât know why I got so mad. Iâve just been all over the place lately, and I feel like Iâm losing my mind. Iâm mad one second, the next Iâm sobbing, then I canât keep my eyes open, and the next second I feel like Iâm going to die if Iâm not jumping your bones-â
Tyler reached up and brushed your tears away with his thumb. âThat oneâs my favorite.â He said with a smirk.Â
You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. âI think Iâm going crazy.âÂ
âBaby, you chase tornados in your spare time. Pretty sure by most peopleâs standards you are crazy,â he said, putting some hair behind your ear.Â
You shook your head, and playfully smacked him in the chest. âIâm serious. I mean I know I get a little crazy around-â the thought hit you like a freight train. âTyler, whatâs today?âÂ
His brow furrowed, his smirk turning into a frown. âSunday . . .â
âNo! I mean what day of the month?â Were the calculations you were doing in your head right? Had the time passed that quickly?Â
âItâs the 11th. Why?âÂ
Oh god. You gripped his face in your hands. âTy, Iâm late.âÂ
Tyler squinted at you. âDid you have somewhere to go . . . ?âÂ
You shook your head, your eyes wide with panic. âNo, Tyler. Iâm late.â You grabbed one of his arms and put his hand on your stomach, giving him a significant look.Â
It was funny, how you could almost see the gears moving in his mind. It was like when he was trying to decide what storm to chase. You could tell the exact moments your words and actions landed. His eyes widened, and he glanced down at your stomach, then you. âYouâre late . . . For that?âÂ
You nodded, watching his face for his reaction. It was an accident of course. The two of you tried to be careful, but one night a couple of months ago after an insane chase . . . The adrenaline got the better of both of you. While you had known you could get pregnant, you thought the chances of it happening the one time you didnât use protection couldnât be that high. Well, the universe might be proving you wrong. You werenât sure how you felt about the possibility, but you were damn sure terrified of what Tyler might be thinking.Â
You didnât need to be.Â
A slow grin started to spread on his face, and within seconds you found yourself hoisted over his shoulder and into the air.Â
Letting out a little shriek, you grabbed a hold of his shirt. âTyler! Put me down!âÂ
âCanât! Got to go buy a pregnancy test.â He said, giving you a smack on the ass that made you squeal again.Â
âWe canât! Iâm not wearing pants!âÂ
âYou donât need pants to take a pregnancy test!â He said.Â
A laugh left your lips at that, but then you smacked his back to get his attention. âTy, what about the crew? Theyâre waiting on you. I can take the test, and call you-â
He put you down then, his hands holding your face and making you look at him. âIf you think there is anything more important to me right now than this, youâre wrong.â Â
It almost embarrassed you that you had thought for even a second any different. âI might not be, you know? I could actually be losing my mind.âÂ
Tyler shrugged. âEither way, thereâs no place Iâd rather be right now than here with you.â He said, sliding his hands down to grab your own, then leaned forward to give you one of the sweetest kisses youâve ever had in your life, all gentle and tender, enough to almost bring tears back to your eyes. âNow, thereâs my good luck kiss.â He said once he pulled away.Â
âAnd what do you need good luck for, huh Owens?â You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.Â
He smirked at you. âIâll tell you later.âÂ
And he did. In about five months after he shot fireworks up in a tornado to reveal you were having a boy, just like he wanted.Â
ââââââââ
âTy! I can pick up potatoes. Iâm barely showing.â You said, shaking your head at him as he dived in front of you to get the sack of potatoes before you could.Â
He put them in the grocery cart, leaning over it and crossing his arms. âSee, I know that, but the gentleman in me wonât let the woman carrying my son do something as lowly as pick up potatoes.âÂ
You rolled your eyes. It was sweet, but you knew it was also going to drive you crazy. âIf you donât let me do some things I might murder you in your sleep. I hope you know that.âÂ
Tyler raised his eyebrows at you, pretending to look confused. âThen who would reach all the stuff on the top shelf?â He asked, his expression morphing into a smirk as you crossed your arms over your chest.Â
âI guess Iâll have to find another tall, handsome cowboy. Shouldnât be too hard.â You teased, and then grabbed the cart, pushing it past him.Â
He stopped you, grabbing you around the waist, holding you back against his chest and pressing a kiss against your neck. âUnfortunately, youâll find Iâm very hard to replace.â He murmured against your skin.Â
You couldnât help but laugh, elbowing him in the side. âAll right cowboy, if youâre going to not let me pick anything up heavier than three pounds, go do me a favor and get the water. Lily said you guys are running low, and the weather conditions for the weekend look rough.âÂ
Tyler pressed another kiss against your neck, and then let you go. âWhatever you say maâam.âÂ
You watched him walk away, a sight you always enjoyed in those jeans, then hurried up to get as many of your groceries as you could before Tyler came back to not let you do anything again.Â
âWell, look who it is.âÂ
Oh god, you knew that voice. It was one you hadnât heard in years now, and one you hoped never to hear again. You almost didnât want to turn around so you could pretend it wasnât there, but you knew this person wasnât going to allow that to happen. It would hurt his ego too much. Turning around, you let out a sigh at the familiar face. âHey, Charles.âÂ
Your ex was a dick. In fact almost all of your exes were dicks. Until you started dating Tyler, you hadnât known what it was like to date someone that put you above themselves. Charles was no different. In fact, he was one of the worst, and the way he was looking at you right now made you want to throw up. Or maybe that was the morning sickness . . .Â
âIâve got to say,â he looked you up and down. âYouâre looking good.âÂ
Nope, it wasn't morning sickness. âThanks.â You replied, moving your cart so you could go around him. Hopefully you could make a quick escape and pretend this whole interaction had never happened. âIt was good seeing you.â Lies.Â
He grabbed the cart, stopping you in your tracks. âWait a second. Donât you think we should catch up some? I mean itâs been-â
âFive years.â You answered, your hands squeezing the handle of the cart.Â
He smirked. âYou kept track?âÂ
You wanted to smack that expression off his face, âto celebrate.âÂ
The nice facade faded upon your words. âYou know, I thought maybe youâd changed over the years, but it seems like youâre still a-â
âGot the waters!â You breathed a quick little sigh of relief as Tyler came to a stop beside you, carrying not one, but two packs of water. He placed them in the cart, flipped his baseball cap around backwards, and put his hand on the small of your back. âWhoâs this?â Tyler asked with his charming grin.Â
You took a step closer to Tyler, not because you were scared of Charles, but because you liked the comfort of his presence. Something you never felt with the douche in front of you now. âYou remember me telling you about Charles? This is him.âÂ
To Charles, Tyler showed no response to the name, but you felt the hand on your back press a little harder against your skin. Tyler turned to look at you, and there was a little glimmer in his eyes when he spoke. âI donât actually. Are you sure youâve mentioned someone named Charles before?âÂ
You had to bite back a smirk once you realized what he was up to. âYeah, I think so.â You played along.Â
âHmmm, I must not have thought it was that important. Anyway, Tyler Owens.â He held out his hand to Charles, and you watched Charlesâs face with delight. Not only had Tyler made him feel unimportant, something you knew from experience he couldnât stand, but Tyler was . . . a big man. At least a foot taller than Charles, and more muscles on him than this guy could ever hope to have. You didnât however expect the look of disbelief that crossed his face.Â
âTyler Owens? The tornado wrangler?â He asked, almost too shocked to shake his hand, but then he collected himself and reached for Tylerâs.Â
âThe very same.â He said. âThough Iâve got to say, I think my favorite title is her future husband.â He said, nodding his head back to you.Â
Heat flushed straight to your face at the bold statement. Tyler and you hadnât talked much about marriage. You had thought that might be the logical next step, but you also didnât want to bring it up if it scared him away. With past boyfriends, including the one in front of you, it always had. You shouldâve known by now though that Tyler was nothing like that. You leaned into him more now, smiling as his arm went around you and his hand rested on your stomach.Â
âHer future-â Charles looked dumbfounded, and you also didnât miss the wince when Tyler shook his hand probably more roughly than necessary.Â
âGot to lock her down, you know? Plenty of other idiots have already let her go. Iâm not going to make the same mistake.â Tyler replied, giving you a smile full of mischief.Â
You placed your hand on top of the one he had on your stomach. âTy, Iâm having your baby. I donât think you have to worry about that.â You assured him, your smile widening as he kissed your cheek.Â
âYouâre - youâre pregnant?âÂ
Youâd almost forgotten Charles was there with Tylerâs sudden proclamation, but his words pulled your attention back to him. Turning to the side, you let him see the slight curve to your stomach. âYep. Four months to go before we meet our baby boy.âÂ
As soon as you said the words, Tylerâs face lit up with genuine excitement like it always did. âI canât wait.â He turned back to Charles, putting both of his arms around you protectively now. âHow do you two know each other again?â Tyler asked, and once again you had to fight back a laugh.Â
âIt doesnât matter.â You said, looking back up at Tyler with a soft smile. âWe need to be getting out of here anyway right babe?âÂ
âYes maâam. Well, it was nice to meet you, Chuck.â Tyler said, stepping back from you so he could grab a hold of the cart with one hand, taking your hand in the other.Â
You couldnât hold your laughter back anymore at that point, entwining your fingers together as you followed him to the register, leaving Charles standing dumbfounded in your wake.Â
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It was the thing you had been the most scared of happening. You had no one else to blame other than yourself though. You were the one who had insisted that Tyler go on the chase. It was supposed to be a large storm, and you reminded him that it was the last one heâd probably go on for a while since the season was ending, as was your pregnancy. You had faith that he would be careful, knowing that he wouldnât risk anything that would endanger him from meeting his son.Â
What you hadnât expected however, was your water to break three weeks early.Â
It was safe to say you were panicking when you called your sister to come get you, and by the time they wheeled you back to your room, you were close to a full blown meltdown. âI canât do this without him.â You told her, holding your stomach as if that could keep him in, tears streaming down your face. âAnd heâs at least five hours away! What if I donât have that long?!â
Your sister, who was more calm than you, grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze. âHe will make it, Iâm sure. Youâve texted him right?âÂ
You bit your lip, and when your sister gave you a look, you blurted. âI didnât want to ruin his chase! I thought Iâd wait to see if the doctor was even going to take me!âÂ
âOh my god.â She reached into your bag and grabbed your phone. You held out your hand for it, but she was already texting away. âThere, done.âÂ
âWhat did you say?âÂ
But she didnât answer, instead she waited about ten seconds and said, âhe said heâs on his way.âÂ
You nodded, watching as she put your phone back in your purse. God you hoped he was going to make it. The thought of doing this without him was terrifying. You were already scared enough that something was wrong because of how early he was. Having to have this baby without Tyler by your side, reassuring you the whole way, seemed impossible.Â
A few minutes later, while you were lost in your thoughts, the door to your room opened and a nurse walked in. âHey, honey, howâre we doing?âÂ
âSheâs panicking.â Your sister replied for you.Â
You glared at her. âMy boyfriend, heâs - heâs not going to be able to get here for a few hours, do you think I have that long?âÂ
She gave you a sympathetic smile. âWell thatâs according to him Iâd say, because I speak from experience when I say babies donât wait for no one.â She said.Â
Oh god, he wasnât going to make it. You just knew it. He wasnât going to make it in time, and you would have to try and do this without him, and you didnât think that you could. You needed him. You needed him so badly it added to the pain you were already in, and the worst part was that it was your fault. If you hadnât forced him to go on that chase -Â
âIâm here, Iâm here!âÂ
To your complete and utter shock, Tyler came sliding into your room, taking his cowboy hat off and hurrying to your side.Â
âTy?â Was all you could think to say.
âDid I miss anything?â Tyler asked, taking your hand in his own and looking at your nurse.Â
âDad, I assume?â The nurse said with a smile.Â
Tyler beamed at the use of the word. âAbout to be.âÂ
âIn that case, you havenât missed a thing yet. Weâre about to take some vitals and get this show on the road.â She informed him. âGlad you could make it.â She said, and left your room. Your sister, sensing the two of you needed some alone time, followed close behind.Â
Once they had both left, your thoughts caught up to your brain, and you squeezed Tylerâs hand. âTyler Owens, Iâve never been more happy to see you in my entire life, but how the hell did you get here so fast?âÂ
He gave you an affectionate smile, and reached up to wipe away the tears you didnât even know youâd still been crying. âYeah, so about that chase . . . I never went.âÂ
âYou - you what?âÂ
He started stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. âYou were less than a month away from having our son. I knew youâd blame yourself if I didnât go, but I also knew if something happened while I was away . . . Youâd blame yourself too. So I just . . . stayed at a hotel the past couple of nights.âÂ
You couldnât even be mad. He knew you too well, and the relief you felt that he was here to help you was too much to be upset. âI was so scared you were going to miss it.âÂ
âNot for the largest tornado in the world baby.â Tyler said, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. âYou ready to do this?â He asked as they started wheeling in the equipment.Â
Not five minutes ago you were horrified. The effect of Tylerâs presence on your emotions was remarkable. With him by your side, you had no doubts that you could do this. You could have this baby. âNow that youâre here? Definitely.âÂ
Tyler leaned forward to give you the last kiss the two of you would have before you were parents, the smile on his lips unmistakable.Â
ââââââââ
âHe looks so much like you itâs like you birthed him.â You said with a tired laugh. It was god knows how many hours later, you had never been more tired in your life, and somehow you and Tyler had squeezed into your tiny hospital bed. You were leaning against his shoulder, eyes glued to the baby he held in his arms that was looking up at you both curiously.Â
âNot completely. I know that nose anywhere.â He said, gently tapping your son in the nose. Then, for the first time since his son had been placed in his arms, he looked at you, the unmistakable glint of tears in his eyes. âHeâs perfect.âÂ
You knew that you were already emotional. You were exhausted, overwhelmed and a million other things at once, but the way Tyler was looking at your son, then at you? Your whole body seemed to light up with warmth. It was love all over his face, pure, intense love, and you didnât think youâd ever be able to forget what it looked like again. You felt too choked up to speak, so you slipped your arm through his to curl your hand around his bicep, and turned your head to kiss his shoulder.Â
A smile formed on your face as Tyler looked back at your son, that adoring expression not fading for a second. âThis is the best day of my life so far.âÂ
âSo far?â You said curiously.Â
âWell, you havenât agreed to marry me yet.â He replied, grinning over at you.Â
Your smile widened, giving his arm a little squeeze. âTy, you havenât asked.âÂ
âI havenât?â Tyler said, pretending to look confused. âItâs a great proposal. Youâll just have to wait and see.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, but the thought of Tyler proposing to you made you feel giddy. âDoes it involve fireworks in a tornado?â You teased.Â
He shook his head. âNah, been there, done that. Boone would love it though.â Tyler shifted your son, who cuddled right against his chest. âBy the way, the crewâs waiting outside with your sister.âÂ
You sat further up, wincing when you moved too quickly. âJeez Tyler, how long have they been out there?âÂ
âSince they dropped me off.â He admitted.Â
âYou mean none of them went on the chase either?â You said in shock.Â
Tyler shook his head again, âThey said this was going to be better than any tornado.âÂ
Your throat clogged with emotion again, and you really hoped this crying at the drop of a hat wasnât going to last long. âGo get them! They deserve to see him!âÂ
He reached up, brushing a tear away from your face. âAre you sure? I know how tired you are, and I can tell them to come back tomorrow.âÂ
âI can sleep when theyâre gone. Right now I want them to see what they gave up a chase for.â You said, holding out your arms for the baby.Â
Tyler leaned forward, giving you a kiss on your forehead and handing your son over as gently as if he was made of glass. You smiled as he snuggled right up to your chest, and knew that there was no better feeling in the world than this right here. When you looked up, Tyler was staring at the two of you as if he was trying to memorize this moment. âI love you.â He said finally.Â
You felt like you could float at that moment, so light and loved. âWe love you too.â You told him, and the softest smile formed on his face. âGo,â you told him before you started crying again. âWeâre not going anywhere.â You joked.Â
âYou better not.â He played along, giving you a mock stern look, and then he went outside the door.Â
Not ten seconds later you heard a cheer from outside your door, and you couldnât help but let out a chuckle at their enthusiasm. Of course, they were shushed by nurses, and then Tyler brought them all in.Â
You smiled at them as your sister, Lily, Boone, Dex and Daniâs eyes all went straight to the baby in your arms. Lily, Dani, your sister and Dex rushed forward to get a better look and started cooing over him, the biggest smiles on their faces while Boone hung back, eyes wide like he couldnât believe the baby was a real thing.
âWe got you guys something.â Dex said, holding up some familiar looking material as Tyler got back into the bed with you. He handed him the shirts, and Tyler unfolded them, letting out a laugh before showing them to you. It was similar to the normal shirts, but instead of Tylerâs face, it was a baby with a cowboy hat. That would have been hilarious enough, but instead of saying, ânot my first tornadeoâ it said, âthis is my first babeo.âÂ
âOh my god, itâs so cheesy. I love it.â You said with a laugh yourself.Â
âWe also got little man . . .â Dani held up a little onesie that said, âmini wranglerâ on it with their tornado logo.Â
You grinned, looking down at the bundle of cuteness in your arms. âItâs perfect.â You said, turning your smile to them. âThank you guys for bringing Ty by the way, and staying. I would have understood if you all went on the chase.âÂ
âAre you crazy? We werenât going to miss this.â Lily said, giving your son a little wave.Â
Your eyes went over to Boone though, still standing back a little ways. The man who had gone into tornados and helped shoot fireworks and rockets up into them was looking at the baby in your arms like it was a bomb. âHey Boone, you want to hold him?â You asked.Â
âOh, I donât - I wouldnât even know how-â
But Dani was already pushing him towards you. âItâs all right Boone, you got this.â You reassured him, sitting up a little more to hand him your son.Â
âMake sure you get the back of his head.â Tyler said, watching with the eyes of a hawk as you gently placed him in Booneâs arms.Â
âWoah.â Boone said, as he looked down at him.Â
Tyler wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and now that your arms were free, you curled into his side, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arm around his stomach.Â
âT, man! He looks just like you!â Boone said, and you smiled at the excitement in his voice.Â
âExcept for the nose.â Tyler said, and you found your eyes closing as Tyler pressed a kiss to the top of your head.Â
He was so comfortable, and you were so tired. You felt yourself starting to drift off as his thumb brushed up and down your shoulder. It was hard not to when you felt so safe and loved, surrounded by your family, your new baby and the love of your life.Â
Tyler could sense it, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear. âYou want me to kick them out?âÂ
You shook your head, tightening your grip on him. âThey can stay.â You murmured, nuzzling into him. âMake sure Boone doesnât get too excited and drop our baby.â You joked.Â
âYes maâam.â Tyler responded with a chuckle, pulling you closer. âYou go ahead and rest. I'll be here when you wake up.âÂ
âI know.â You mumbled sleepily with a soft smile. âYou always stay.â
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PRISON TOJII (heâs so addictiveđ€) if heâs so bad then why does he look so good? like thatâs literally my baby daddy yâallâđŒđ i wrote this kinda quick sorry iâve been so busy yâall
âhey doll itâs good to finally meet you.â
the words rang through your ears having this be the first time you heard his voice, it was deep and rough his ton was teasing you quietly.
Prison Toji whoâs eyes track as you reach into your bag grabbing a small notebook and pen. Opening the notebook revealed a page already full of questions you were waiting to ask him. oh how cute you are thinking about him so much just so excited. heâs pulled out of his trance when you finally speak.
âhi toji, itâs great to finally meet you tooâ your voice soft at first from your original anxiety about the situation. i mean your just here to meet him for your class nothing more. right? you wouldnât be here because you love reading his letters telling you how pretty you are. how he wished he could take you out properly. Shamelessly telling you how hard he got to your pictures, but he was just flirting heâs a man in a prison itâs what happens.
Prison toji who finally speaks next the seconds feeling like eternity for him. He doesnât want to have to sit across a table from you he wants you in his lap sitting pretty just how you are now.
âThatâs a lot of writing in your lil notebook doll, you been thinkin of me?â this time his tone laced with teasing and smirk displayed on his lips. it draws attention to his scar, you had never asked about it not wanting to push things you shouldnât, but you canât help but ask anyways.
âwhereâd you get that scar?â pointing to your own lip as you looked up at him. a small chuckle escapes him surprised at your bluntness.
âwell youâre quick to the questions today. you wanna get a closer look at it?â the gawking look one your face giving you away. with a quick nod you were leaning across the table to get a closer look as he did the same to help you.
Prison Toji who stops you with an almost surprised grunt when your hand reaches up to touch his lip where the scar is
âshit sorryâ quietly escapes you as you looked away for a second toji takes this as an opportunity
âyouâre okay sweetheart just gonna get us in some trouble if you do that.â his lips next to your ear as his breath brushing against your ear âcanât control myself around such a pretty thing like you.â
Prison Toji whose pants grow so much tighter when he sees how flustered you get from such a simple comment. You turn back to face him, his eyes instantly meeting yours challenging you telling you to do it, see how far it goes, see how bad he possibly is, and just like a moth to a flame you do just that. your hand grazing where his scar is going to cup his face, it was all so fast you could barely process it. he forced himself forward slamming his lips to yours. shock took you first then you eased into the kiss and began kissing back. and then you remembered HES A PRISONER AND THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR SCHOOL.
Prison toji whose ready to snap his cuffs when you pull away. leaning into you as much as he could almost whining when your lips part from his. he sees you shocked and guilt ridden with your finger touching your lips
âwhats wrong doll didnât like it? give me another chance to try againâ his body fully leaning to you practically half way over the table.
âim sorry we shouldnât hav- it wasnât bad- just we canât Toji.â your thoughts swirling the world is spinning. Could you get kick out of school? what if someone saw? are there cameras in here? why do i still want to? itâs wrong.
âItâs fine sweetheart no one will know, just you and me i know you want more from the look on your face and the way your sqeezin your thighs. donât even try to deny it.â
Caught. like a fly in a trap, heâs got you.
Prison toji whose cock jumps when you slide out of your seat and approach him looking to make sure the guards werenât watching. unknowing to the fact that toji already blackmailed both of them to let him have all the privacy he needed with you. the look in your eyes as you approached was pure lust and need for him.
âyour sure weâll be fine right?â you say as you lean down towards him
âim positive doll i made sure of it.â
Prison Toji who finally snaps his cuffs unable to take anymore. grabbing your hips and pulling you into his lap his face clashing with your the kiss is sloppy and full of need. a small sound escaping as he deepens the kiss.
âiâve been dreaming of this.â
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feels like home - tyler owens x reader
Request: nope
Pairing:Â tyler owens x reader
Summary:Â after years, tyler is back in his home town. so much has changed, yet everything is the same
Warnings:Â some swearing, mentions of a slight panic attack, there's a tornado (surprise!), some angst, thats it I think??
Word count:Â 2.5K
A/N:Â I know nothing about tornadoes. I do know if glen powell asked me to go storm chasing with him I wouldn't hesitate. also running on literally 7% left of my battery but fuck it we roll!! enjoy!
Itâs spring. Tylerâs favorite season. During this time of year, itâs peak tornado season. Itâs when heâs in his element, doing what he loves.
Heâs driving across the U.S. with his loyal crew, chasing the tornadoes wherever they go. And always, inevitably, he ends up in his hometown. Itâs a small town, right in the middle of tornado alley.Â
Over the years, the people had started building their homes with stronger foundations that could withstand tornadoes better. Every year, there was still a lot of damage, but less than before. Most families had lived there for generations, and didnât have any plans to move.Â
When Tyler pulls up to the local bar, his crew is energized and happy. Theyâd just finished chasing a rather intense tornado, and everyone is still high on adrenaline. Theyâre going out for drinks before going to bed, as tomorrowâs weather forecast showed good chances of another tornado.
Little did Tyler know, someone he knows very well has also picked tonight to go out for drinks.
Youâre sitting at your usual table with a friend, blowing off some steam after a long day. You like the bar. Everyone knows each other, the bartenders know your drink order and always have it ready for you before you can even order it.
Itâs one of the things you missed the most while you were away; the kindness of the small town. You know everyone here, and you always help each other out. Especially during tornado season.
When Tyler steps in the crowded bar, he instantly spots a few familiar faces. Old neighbors, childhood friends, friends of his parents. Then his eyes land on you. His breath hitches in his throat as he watches you laugh at something your friend says. He had no idea you were back.
You look up when you see a group of people approaching you from afar. Thatâs when you see him. Exactly how you remember him, only a little older and with a belt buckle that says âtornado wranglerâ. But youâd known him long before he called himself that.
You and Tyler had dated all throughout college, when you were both studying meteorology. Everyone knew you and while most couples broke up during college, you and Tyler stayed together.
But then Tyler started chasing tornadoes and you moved to a bigger city to enroll in an advanced PhD program. You agreed to part ways. It just felt too difficult to still be in a relationship when the two of you were always away.
But you never stopped loving him. You still watch all of his videos. And you donât know it, but he reads all of your research articles.
Heâs walking up to you now, and you forget youâre in a crowded bar with a friend. You donât pay attention to the people he brought with him.
You smile warmly at him. âHey, Ty.â
âOh, I wouldnât do that, lady.â says one of Tylerâs friends. âHe hates when people call him Ty.âÂ
He looks at Tyler, expecting him to say something snarky or mean to you, but heâs got a soft smile on his face.
âHey y/n.â he says. âStill around, huh?â
âStill around. I moved back after graduation. Even though people in a small town can be a handful sometimes, with everyone knowing everything about everyone, itâs still home.â
âYeah, it is.â says Tyler.
Suddenly a few women approach Tyler, stealing him away from your conversation. Apparently, word got out the tornado wrangler is in town, and everyone wants to talk to him.
Tyler waves at you before taking off.
Youâre looking at him as he walks away, and your friend nudges you.
âI thought you guys broke up?â
âWe did. He went to go storm chasing, and I wanted to study more. It just wasnât practical to stay together.â
âBut you still love him.â
You turn to look at your friend. âI never said I stopped loving him.â
âSo⊠kind of like right person, wrong time?â
âYeah, I guess.â
âWhat are you waiting for then? Heâs here now, go talk to him!â
âNah, heâs too busy with his crew. It was nice to see him though.â
You spend the rest of your evening chatting with your friend. You try to focus on the conversation and to not let your mind wander off to Tyler. He really looked good. And his crew looked like they are fun to hang out with.Â
When itâs getting late, you walk over to the bar to pay for your drinks. You say goodbye to your friend and head out to the parking lot.Â
You see Tyler and his crew standing around his red pick-up truck. Theyâre laughing and sharing a drink. Tyler spots you and waves at you from where heâs sitting on the hood of his car. You wave back as you get in your own truck.Â
âTell me, who is she?â says Boone, pulling Tyler from his throughs as he watches you drive off.
Before Tyler can answer, Lilly starts listing off possible answers. âSecret fiancĂ©e? High school sweetheart? Admirer? Girl you went on three dates with and then left?â she counts on her fingers.
âNo, none of that.â says Tyler.
âDefinitely looks like a high school sweetheart. Sheâs your age, from around here. I bet you two grew up together.â
Tyler sighs. Theyâre not gonna let this go. And since theyâre all going storm chasing tomorrow, theyâre probably going to annoy him about it until he answers them.
âWe did grow up together. She was not my high school sweetheart, more like my college sweetheart. We broke up when I became a chaser.â
âLet me guess, she always called you Ty?â says Boone.
Tyler smiles at the memory. âShe did.â
âOhhh my boy is whipped!â says Boone, giving Tyler a playful shove.Â
âOh, fuck off, Boone. Thatâs all in the past. She probably has someone waiting for her at home.â
But you didnât.
You hadnât really dated anyone after your breakup with Tyler.
Sure, youâd been on a few dates people had set you up with. But somehow, it never felt right. It never felt like it did while you were with Tyler. Loving Tyler was just so easy. Like you were always meant to find each other.
When he walked in that bar earlier tonight, he looked different. Older, sure. But also very handsome. You could tell he loved being a chaser. You wish you couldâve talked more with him, just the two of you.
The next morning when you wake up, itâs much earlier than you would have liked. You didnât have any plans today and wanted to sleep in. As you lay in bed, you hear the rain slam against the window. Youâre used to it, and it usually doesnât wake you up.Â
But as the rain starts to get heavier, you hear the wind is picking up as well. You knew there was a tornado warning for this morning, but it wasnât for your town. The tornado was supposed to move away from you.Â
Thatâs when you hear the siren. Itâs almost part of your routine, itâs so familiar. Youâre quick to get out bed, grabbing your phone. As you race downstairs to get to your shelter, you pull up the weather map. Which shows the tornado going straight for the main street of town. Fuck.
You hastily pull on your boots and open the backdoor to your garden, which is where your shelter is. You run toward it, the wind whipping in your face and the rain soaking your clothes in seconds.Â
It takes a lot of strength to open the shelter doors with the wind threatening to slam them closed again. Finally, you make it inside after nearly falling down the stairs. You close the doors and bolt them.Â
Now all thatâs left for you to do is wait until the tornado is gone. You switch on the tiny light and pull out a blanket. Thereâs not much here except for some canned food. If Tyler saw this, you just know heâd immediately go to the store to get more supplies âjust in caseâ.Â
Thinking of him, you pull out your phone. Youâre thinking about calling him, when you notice you have no service. The tornado must have already done a lot of damage.Â
Meanwhile, Tyler is in the of the storm, near the tornado. Theyâre ready to get some great shots, but something changes.Â
The tornado was supposed to head east and then die out, but itâs too slow. Tyler squints his eyes, looking at it. Itâs almost as if itâs getting closer again.Â
He realizes whatâs happening at the same time Boone yells âItâs turning around!â
And heâs right. The tornado is heading west again. And Tyler knows whatâs there. His hometown. Your hometown.
âOh, fuck.â he says. He prays that youâre safe. He knows youâre smart, youâre probably inside the shelter by now. But he still worries.
They wait out the tornado before driving back to the town, prepared to help in any way they can. Debris is scattered throughout the streets. People walk around, helping each other or trying to salvage whatâs left of their possessions in the rubble of the houses.Â
Ever since they got back, Tyler has been trying to call you. Youâre not picking up. Heâs desperately telling himself you know the protocols. Hell, youâve lived in tornado alley your entire life. Youâre probably taking inventory of the damage on your property right now.Â
Meanwhile, youâve been listening to the storm outside. Itâs all quiet now, you donât hear any rain or wind, or sirens. You climb up the stairs and push open the doors. Except they donât open. You check all the hinges, which are all still secure in place. Then why wonât the doors open?
You walk back down the stairs as you slowly start to panic. Thereâs probably debris blocking the doors. You have no cell service. Everyone is busy with their own houses. How long would it take for someone to find you?
Youâre trying desperately to stay calm. People will find you eventually, right? But soon the tears are streaming down your face. Youâd been in this shelter before, but itâs terrifying when you canât open the door and all you have is a dim light, some canned food, a blanket and a phone without service.
Tylerâs crew is helping the people in town. But he gets increasingly more worried when you wonât pick up a single of his phone calls.Â
Lilly notices his worried glances at his phone while sheâs handing out food to people. âTyler.âÂ
He looks up at her. Lilly jerks her head to his truck. âGo see if sheâs alright. You know where she lives, right?â
Tyler nods.Â
âGo. Weâve got it here.â says Lilly.
He takes a quick look around. Lilly is right, his crew can handle it here. He just really needs to know if youâre okay.Â
Thereâs too much debris on the road, so Tyler ditches his truck and walks the rest of the way. He could walk this route with his eyes closed. The longer he walks, the more destruction he sees and the more the uneasy feeling in his chest grows.
What if you were somewhere buried in the rubble of your house and he never got a chance to ask you if you wanted to try again? To see if you still had that spark you had when you were younger? He knew you wouldnât let him go that easily. It had hurt you both when you broke up. And seeing you again, it reminded him of all the time you had spent together during college.
When he finally gets to your house, he sees itâs mostly still intact. The walls are still standing, but the roof needs fixing. Most of your windows are broken and a tree had fallen on your truck.
Tyler rushes to the front door, which is hanging off its hinges. He quickly enters your house.
ây/n? y/n! Where are you?â
When you donât respond, he tries calling you again.Â
âCome on, pick up, pick up.â he mutters. Still no answer. Damn it.
Where would you go during a tornado? Heâs forcing his mind to stop spinning out of control so he can think logically. Then he remembers you have a shelter in your backyard. How could he forget? He even helped you stock it in case something like this happened.
He runs through your messy living room, pieces of broken glass crunching underneath his boots. When he gets outside, he sees your shed â or whatâs left of it â on top of the doors to your shelter.
ây/n!â he yells again, running toward the shelter.
You faintly hear a voice yelling your name. You briefly think youâre actually going insane at that point. Your panicked mind is making this up because it knows Tyler gives you a feeling of safety. Tyler isnât here, heâs most likely outside still chasing the damn tornado. Thereâs no way heâd be here.
ây/n are you in there? Give me a shout if you can hear me!â
But thatâs unmistakably his voice. You hear sounds outside near the door.
âTy?â you say quietly.Â
âCome on! Are you in there?â
âTy!â you say, louder this time.
Outside, Tyler lets out a big sigh of relief as he continues to draw away the debris from the doors of your shelter.
Finally, he can see the handle of one of the doors and yanks it open.Â
You squint your eyes at the sudden sunlight. Your eyes are quick to adjust, and they land on Tyler.
Standing there, breathing heavily, looking at you and holding out his hand for you to take.
âTy..â you say softly. Fresh tears start to run down your cheeks as you take his hand and allow him to pull you out of the shelter.Â
He pulls you against his chest, one hand coming around your back and the other on the back of your head, holding you against him.
You allow yourself to get lost in the familiar feeling. Tyler still wears the same cologne, and you still fit perfectly in his arms. God, you missed him.
âI was so scared.â you mumble.Â
âI know, sweetheart, I know.â says Tyler.
He pulls back slightly so he can look you in the eye. âAre you hurt?â he asks.
You shake your head. âI got to the shelter as soon as I heard the sirens, like you taught me.â
Tyler smiles at you. âYou did good.â
âI brought my phone but there was no service and then I couldnât open the door and I-â
ây/n.â says Tyler, cutting you off. âYouâre alright. I got you out.â
âThank you.â you say, burying your head in his chest once more.
The two of you stand there for a while. You both need this right now.
âTy?â you say.
He hums in response.Â
âPlease donât leave again.â
He presses a kiss to the top of your head.
âIâm never leaving you again, sweetheart.â
A/N:If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHereâs the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist.
Please donât repost, steal or translate my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading!
Much love,Marit
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i do (the practice round) â ft. gojo satoru
satoru doesnât drink oftenâbut when he does, itâs always because thereâs something heavy on his mind. you figure out just what it is as you shove a wasted satoru into your car in the middle of the night
before you read: fem reader ; non curse au, suguru never defects ; established relationship ; drunk gojo, mentions of alcohol ; mentions of marriage and proposals ; banter
notes: i am binging jjk season 2 and i think satoruâs bum ass would definitely ruin his own proposal and never even be aware of it
Sometimes, you appreciate Suguruâs company. He makes it tolerable to deal with the handful that is Satoru. With a boyfriend asâŠeccentric as Satoru is, having someone as a voice of reason keeps you feeling sane sometimes. But sometimes, you also hate Suguru.
Right now, itâs the latter. You wouldnât consider yourself on the list of his top fans now that heâs left you with a drunk, stumbling, and absolutely difficult Satoru to wrangle into your car and take home.
âStupid Suguru,â you grumble, âI told him not to let you drink too much.â
Curse Suguru for leaving you for some random woman at the bar, and curse him for letting your lightweight boyfriend drink as much as he has. Satoru doesnât even drink oftenâand certainly not this much.
You canât help but wonder what got him here in the first place.
âHey,â Satoru snaps, swatting your hand away as you shove his six-plus-foot-figure into the passenger seat, âdonât touch me. My wife will be mad.â
You pause, blinking before looking at him amused.
âYou donât have a wife, Satoru,â you snort. A small part of you thinks heâs an idiot, of course, but another part of you feels a thumping making itself abundantly clear in your ribcage, somewhere deep in your heart.
Wife. You like the sound of that, you think. You walk around the car, entering the driverâs side as Satoru sits and simmers in his despair.
âDonât rub it in,â he whines, slumping against the dashboard of your car as he groans. âI donât have a wife yet. Been trying for ages.â
âTrying whatââ
âEvery time I think vâgot the perfect chance, sâruined by somethinâ or another.â
âWhat are you talking aboutââ
He pulls something shiny out, dangerously at risk of dropping it with how wobbly his hands are from the alcohol in his system. You pause. Blink. Stiffen. Sit there in absolute silence as he stares at the ring in his hands woefully.
âHad it for weeks,â he says pitifully. And then, because heâs just as wasted as you suspected, he holds it out to you. You canât find it in you to move, just staring blankly at it. âThink sheâll like it?â
âWho?â You croak, playing along.
âMy girlfriend,â he grumbles. âYouâre not very bright.â
âAnd youâre not very polite,â you snap back half heartedly, ears still ringing from his words just moments ago. Think sheâll like it?
He means you, of course. He doesnât realize heâs speaking to the very person heâs supposed to present the ring with, but you suppose now you understand just why heâs taken to drinking so much this evening. He must be quite on edge as of late.
âPolite my ass,â he huffs under his breath, pulling you from out of your thoughts.
âYou kiss your girlfriend with that mouth?â You challenge.
He does. He kisses his girlfriend (you) senseless quite often, in fact. Maybe more than he shouldâŠperhaps even at places he should not.
âI do,â he says haughtily. âMy girlfriend loves me. Sheâs obsessed with me, actually. She couldnât live without me. She kisses me on the mouth all the time. Among other places too.â
You want to slap his shoulder at that last commentâit just about takes you everything not to. âYour girlfriend is crazy for kissing that mouth of yours,â you tease.
Satoru doesnât appreciate you talking poorly of his girlfriend (you) like that. Itâs offensive. You can tell as much from the purely insulted look on his face as he gasps, âdonât speak about my baby like that! This is why you donât have a boyfriend.â
âI do, actually,â you grin. He doesnât believe youâthe disbelieving snort he lets out instantly would offend you if it was anyone else, maybe. But Satoru pulls a fond, easy smile across your lips.
It feels like muscle memory.
âYou have a boyfriend?â He asks incredulously.
âI do,â you grin.
âYou love him?â
âI do,â you confirm. He looks unconvinced, but shrugs anyway.
âIs he a loser or something? Dating you?â
âHe is,â you grin wider, âa total loser.â
âMakes sense,â he snickers. And then his attention is back to the ring in his hand, his long, nimble fingers fiddling with it before he murmurs, âI hope she likes it.â
âIâm sure she will,â you say softly, biting your lip as your eyes feel just a bit misty.
You mean it, too. Heâll never know that, but what he doesnât know wonât hurt him.
âYou really think so?â He asks quietly. Shy. Satoru has never been shyâheâs so many things. Loud. Outspoken. Stubborn. Maybe a little shameless. But shy doesnât usually describe him.
He seems to unlock a few hidden sides of himself around you. You think you want to unlock a few more.
âI do,â you say for the third time that night.
Itâs practice, you think, for the real thing.
Imagine revealing on your tenth anniversary âbtw i actually knew you were promising weeks before you did it. You showed me the ring and everything.â Heâd claw his eyes out lolll
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Do you think there could be a chance where reader and bully! gojo meet again years later and try again? Maybe đ„č
part one here â contents. fem! reader, exes to lovers, neighbors to lovers, slight nsfw so minors do not interact, slight angst but itâs a hopeful (pretty much happy) ending, idk what else lmk what i missed
imagine you guys are neighborsâyou accidentally meet when youâre both walking up to your apartment doors one night after work. he pauses, and you can feel eyes staring into you from the side so you look over and yeah. wow. thereâs your worst heartbreak of your youth standing right there in all his glory, staring at you like youâre a figment of his imagination come true. like he never expected to see you again (you suppose he probably didnât).
âhey,â he says softly. satoru has never been one to greet someone first, never been the one to reach out and bridge the gap himself. he always waits to be approached. that much has surprisingly changed since the last time you saw him.
âohâŠâ you trail off, âhi. itâs you.â
you donât seem half as happy to see him as he does youâbut that much is to be expected, of course. satoru didnât have the luxury of moving on, you can tell because you still can read him just as easy after all these years. like he hasnât changed the small quirks about him, like heâs still tried desperately to hold onto his past because thatâs where you were. he still looks desperately in love like the night you left him.
itâs pathetic, you wanna say. to still be in love for so long. when itâs so clearly over and thereâs no coming back. a small part of you is filled with this sick, evil satisfaction that heâs still thinking about you when you donât spare him a single thought.
but you suppose youâre not at over him as you thought when thereâs this much excitement bubbling into you at his suffering. maybe, if you were actually completely over him, youâd be indifferent to him. you wouldnât forget, but youâd forgive. youâd hope he learned his lesson and spared another innocent, poor girl from what you suffered for simply loving him. for simply wanting him to feel cherished and special and worth someoneâs time.
you hope heâs better nowânot for yourself, but for someone else. he doesnât deserve a second of your time.
âyou live here?â he asks, mildly shocked.
youâre almost offended. does he mean he thinks you canât afford to live in the same apartment building as him? or is he just that shocked to see you? nothing about satoru seems genuineâyou canât help but assume the worst in him.
âyes,â you say curtly, âi moved here for work.â (why did you add that? why are you giving an opening to make conversation?)
âoh, really? me too,â he nods. (why is he making conversation? why couldnât he have just ignored that opening and spared you the trouble?)
âoh,â is all you say. itâs silent for a bit, and then, âwell, i betterââ
almost like he knows what youâre about to say, he cuts you off with a quick, âi teach now.â you blink, staring at him in confusion. he rubs his neck as he adds, âi uhâŠi teach at that high school down the block. so uhâŠthatâs why i moved here.â
âthatâsâŠthatâs nice,â you nod awkwardly. why is he telling you all this?
âyeah, my students are really cool,â he adds with a grinâitâsâŠa bit cute, actually. because he means it. his smile is too fond for it to not be true.
this isnât the satoru you knowâat least, not the one you think is the real satoru. youâre not so sure which side of him is actually him.
âiâm glad you enjoy what you do,â you offer. thereâs not much else to say. âiâll be heading in now.â
âright,â he coughs, âs-see you around.â
and then you really do see him around.
sometimes, itâs when you both leave in the morningsâhe lets you enter the elevator first and presses the button for you when he gets in. he always lets you exit first too, like he cares to be chivalrous even if youâre not together anymore. sometimes itâs when youâre coming homeâheâs holding a bag of take out as he walks up to his own door. you suppose heâs never been one to cook, and that probably hasnât changed. sometimes, youâll see him at the grocery store tooâhis cart is usually just filled with snacks and sweets. itâs not a very adult like shopping cart, so somethingâs evidently never change.
and every time he sees you, he always tries to strike up a conversation. no matter how short of a window your time is. even if itâs the forty five second elevator ride from floor one to floor three, heâs determined to say something.
today my students got me a giftâitâs a pair of sunglasses, because he still apparently loves those.
i got to take my students on a field trip today. iâve been planning it for weeksâthey have to write a paper on it, though. theyâre not too happy about that even if they enjoyed themselves.
today was my student yujiâs birthday. i let the others out early to celebrate with himâtheyâre apparently all a good bunch of kids. friendly and tight knit in a way satoruâs never experienced. he thinks kids should hold onto that. good friends are hard to come by, after all.
and youâre always guarded. always so cautious and careful when you talk to him. sometimes you try to be polite, other times itâs abundantly apparent you donât want to converse. he doesnât pay it any mind, though. just rambles away and away and away and talks enough for the both of you because heâs just happy youâll listen. even if begrudgingly.
and then one night, it happensâitâs late and you had to stay extra in the office. youâre grumpy and tired and the only good thing about this is that itâs late enough that you probably wonât run into satoru today.
except heâs waiting right there, head against your door as he fidgets with the door knob and grumbles incoherently under his breath.
âstupid damn door,â he slurs, âjusâ fuckinâ open.â
âahem,â you clear your throatâhe stiffens. âany particular reason youâre trying to break in?â
he turns to face youâstumbles a little as his glossed eyes look at you in confusion. heâs drunkâyou can smell the liquor on him.
âwhadâya mean? âs my door,â he holds an arm out to gesture at your door.
âno,â you sigh, pointing to the door next to yours, âthat one is.â
âoh!â he perks up, ââs why it wasnât working?â
âmost likely,â you nod awkwardly, âthatâs usually how that works.â
you watch as he unceremoniously stumbles over his steps to his doorâhow he tries but fails to get his keys through the key hole before you sigh and take pity on him. you donât have it in you to leave a drunk person out in the cold, no matter how much (bad) history you might have.
âhere,â you sigh, grabbing his keys from his hand and opening the door for him. you try to ignore that brief moment of warmth where your hands brushed against each other.
âdo yâknow what today is?â he mumbles, breath fanning over your shoulder as you open his door.
âiâŠ.tuesday?â you ask, in confusion. he looks crestfallen when you stare his face.
âoh, n-neverââ he stumbles a bit. you catch him before you realize. ânever mind.â
somehow, you barely manage to help him to his couch before heâs passing out, too drunk to really register anything else. satoru never drinks muchâit was the funniest part about him. you used to tease him for it all the time, for being a frat boy who can hardly handle some alcohol.
i like being in control, heâd say petulantly, i donât need to be drunk to have a good time. i am the good time.
you take a quick glance around his place before you can catch yourself. itâs not very different from your placeâthe living room is the same size and the structure is more or less the same. his tv is a bit more expensive, and his furniture is more simple. thatâs about it.
you glance down at him one last time before walking out and shutting the door behind you. you hesitate for a moment before turning on the screen of your phone to check the dateâit takes you a moment, but then it hits you.
itâs the day you broke up. all those years ago. itâs certainly been a good fewâyou almost forgot the date, but apparently satoru remembers. he remembers enough to go get shit-faced drunk as if the memory is too much to bear.
does he do this every year? drink away his sorrows every anniversary of the day you left him? does he really still care that much? why hasnât he moved on?
and then you stop thinking about it. itâs not your problem.
but then you justâŠcanât help but be a bit more gentle around him. it happens without your control. maybe itâs muscle memory. maybe youâre finally letting your muscles relax and do that involuntary thing of their own that they do.
evidently thatâs to be more soft with the boy who broke your heart. except heâs a man now, you suppose. he shouldâve been a man when you dated himâbut youâre glad he grew up eventually. even if you couldnât be there with him for it.
but youâre a bit more friendly with him nowâyou suppose you can coexist with your talkative neighbor that also happens to be your awful ex boyfriend. you answer him a bit more when he talks to you, ask him about his students when he brings them upâhe brightens so much when you do. itâsâŠ.painfully endearing.
yuji is sweet, a little too kind for his own good. nobara is a little tough to soften up, but once you do, she loves tenfold. megumi is a grump, but heâs a real softie. yuta is a bit socially awkward, but heâs got a good heart. maki is all business and very studious, but sheâs a determined young girl. panda is not a pandaâhis name is odd but heâs funny. toge is quiet, but he looks out for people.
theyâre good kids. he cares a great deal about them.
and then you start to tell him about your job. how your boss is another baldy thatâs annoyingâjust like the professor you both shared. he chuckles at that. your coworkers are a good gossip, but youâd never go hang out with them outside of work. well, maybe except for oneâutahime is a nice person, even if a bit of a priss sometimes.
itâs nice, talking to him. heâs funny, makes banter easily like itâs second nature. sometimesâŠ.sometimes it feels like old times. youâre not so sure how you feel about that, but you think itâs not bad. you can be grown ups, the two of you. you can be adults and ignore your immature past. the hurt is still there, but itâs manageable now. doesnât linger and doesnât weigh on you anymore.
sometimes satoru still stares at you in that way he did all those years ago, sometimes he still stutters over his words and loses his train of thought when he meets your eyes. he still loves youâyou knew that from the start.
you stopped loving him a long time ago. thatâs what you thought, anywayâbut sometimes seeing satoru isâŠ.too familiar. it makes you feel things you thought you buried away for good. maybe itâs just deja vu, maybe itâs just the history speaking for itself.
or maybeâŠmaybe youâre starting to tread a more dangerous path. the one that led you to your first, and worst heartbreak. you canât step foot on that path again, no matter what.
thatâs what you tell yourself, anywayâbut satoru and you are talking one night. in front of your doors, like usual. youâre excited from a raise at work, and heâs excited because his students have done exceptionally on their final exams and youâre both celebratory in spirit enough that it turns into a cheery hugâand thenâŠand then youâre kissing.
that wasnât supposed to happen, but it does. you donât know who kisses who, but youâre both wrapped up in each other and your lips are pressed against the others and oh, he feels so, so familiar.
like home. even if itâs not always safe to be there anymore, itâs still your home. you canât let go of that nostalgia.
and then his hands cup your cheeks and your arms wrap around his neck and suddenly heâs in your bedâyour door was already unlocked and the two of you somehow managed to stumble through the entire apartment until your back hits your mattress. your place is similar enough to his that he finds your room without any issues.
it was never supposed to happenâthe shedding of clothes and the desperately needy kisses. the way you held his face and he held you. the way he trembled as he touched you, scared heâd mess it up again. the way you laced your fingers and kissed him between his brows like old times.
and then he fucks you like he means it. has his head in the crook of your neck and sniffles into your skin, rolls his hips and makes you mewl his name while he tells you every good thing about you.
youâre beautiful, the prettiest heâs ever seen. youâre so soft when you love, so delicate with the ones who hold your affection, itâs too much for anyone to deserve. youâre laugh is like music, a melody thatâs impossible to grow tired of. but the most important part? you look at everyone like theyâre worth somethingâjust for existing, just for being there with you and crossing your path. worth your time, and energy, and compassion. they never have to work for it.
itâs rare, finding someone like that. itâs even more rare to get them to fall in love with youâsatoru has never stopped regretting letting that go.
he whispers that all through breathy moans and the occasional cracked sob. whimpers when your fingers lock into his hair and pull the strands when his swollen tip kisses that spot he never forgot how to find. you cum first, falling apart with a gaspâand he cums right after, like feeling you is what it takes to make him come undone.
you still do that thing you didârubbing his back as he spills into you, soothing him as he pants harshly into your skin. the only difference is that you donât kiss his head sweetly and call him yours. god, he misses that so, so badly.
when his body slumps over yours, itâs when it hits you, what you just did.
âoh no,â you breathe, âoh god. weâŠ.we shouldnât have done that, should we?â you ask tiredly.
satoruâs lip is tremblingâhe canât bear to have you regret him. not again.
âi love you,â he says desperately, âiâŠi never stopped.â
âobviously you didnât love me enough,â you mumble, not looking at him. itâs something youâve realizedâlooking satoru in his eyes makes you weak.
you canât have that.
âiâll love you more than enough now,â he promises.
âwhat if i say i donât love you anymore, satoru?â you challenge, âitâs been years. i didnât wait around for you.â
his breath shakes at that. you think you got him there, but apparently heâs determined. it shocks you.
âthen iâll love enough for the both of us.â
for a moment, you canât help but think if only everyone could see him now. years later. gojo satoru begging you to let him love you hard enough that you donât have to. being okay with half of you because thatâs better than none of you.
itâs almost comical. maybe a little sad. entirely avoidable if heâd just been brave from the start.
âthatâs not fair to you,â you sigh, âyouâre an asshole butâŠbut you donât deserve that. you deserve someone who can love youââ
âthen iâll show you,â he grabs your hand, pressing it to his face as he looks at you with enough hope that itâs almost too cruel to crush it. even for someone like him. âiâll show you how to love me again. itâll be easier this time. i promise.â
thereâs a tear that slips down his cheekâand then another and another and another. and your thumb, just like muscle memory, swipes it away.
you want to tell himâitâs always been so, so easy to love satoru. easier than anything in the world. easier than loving yourself. it came like second nature, flowed through your blood stream and pumped through your heart. you loved him so easily.
you wish heâd loved himself a little bit easier back then. maybe heâd have realized who was worth keeping and who wasnât. maybe heâd be happier nowâa selfish part of you thinks you couldâve been happier that way too.
âsatoru,â you sigh, âi have more self respect these days.â
âi know,â he nods, âiâll be goodâso good. i promise. iâll wake you up with breakfast in bed and we can have three cats and iâll pay for the vet visits. just like you always wanted.â
you canât help but chuckle at that. heâs always known how to be charming at the right times.
âand what about the fancy window i always wanted?â
âiâll get you one of those too,â he swears, âfind us a nice place by the school and your job and weâll be the best cat parents ever. and iâll be good. so good.â
âi canât do that all again,â you shake your head, âcrying over someone like you is not worth it.â
âi wonât make you cry,â he insists.
something in you screams to believe himâthat voice from your youth. that one that never quite stopped falling in love. that one that canât ever really let him go.
âyou donât deserve me,â you mumble, pulling him close. he tucks his head into your neck, kisses your skin and breathes you in like he needs you to live.
maybe he does.
âi know,â he murmurs. âbut i love you. iâll make you love me again.â
âgood luck,â you snortâyour hand weaves into his hair, and your lips kiss his head.
wellâŠ.maybe heâs already succeeded.
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good teachers create good students
when you, a virgin, have to have a sex scene with hayden christensen, he shows you what a good orgasm can truly feel like, in preparation for your scene together.
costar!hayden christensen x actor!virgin!f!reader, smut, fluff, age gap, dad kink, oral (f receiving), creampie, reader is 19/20ish, hayden is late 30s, dddne?
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you sat nervously in your trailer, reading over the script multiple times. this would be your first time filming a sex scene, cold sweat crawled up your back. trying to keep yourself in a somewhat good mood, you shake your head trying to physically shake away the thoughts.
a knock on your trailer door pulls you out of your brain's endless cycle. walking the few steps to the door, your breath is almost taken from you. hayden christensen, your partner actor, stood mere inches from you.
you would never admit this even being tortured, but truth be told, he was one of the main reasons you choose this role. he was a phenomenal actor, and he was quite pretty to look at. your cheeks burn just thinking about it.
you smiled nicely at the older man, who wore an equal expression.
âhey! what's up?â a cheery expression, as you spoke. you bit your check, hoping it's not too noticeable. your mind was reeling just with having him in front of you. being a kid that grew up on television, you'd always been aware of hayden. he was like that dream man, that you never have a chance with.
âjust wanted to come check on you, tomorrow's shooting will be a little grueling. you think you're up for it?â he chuckled, and the sound went straight to your stomach. you just step aside allowing the taller man to enter your small trailer.
he sat in a booth with you by the window, the sun shining like gold on his light hair. you'd hoped you looked equally enchanting.
âhonestly,â you dragged out the word, mindlessly scratching your arm where no itch resided.
âiâve never actually had sex, or like an orgasm so I'm not sure I'll be too good.â his aura just made you want to talk to him, you wanted to curse him for being so inviting. your cheeks warmed again, mentally chiding yourself for telling him this at all.
haydenâs eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he tried to get it under control. he couldn't understand how you'd never been touched, it's been hell trying to hold back and be professional. you shot him an embarrassed smile and looked out the window.
âi can help you,â he offered, but from the look on his face you were sure he didn't mean to actually say that. a nervous giggle slipped from your lips and now it was your eyebrows that were almost in your hairline.
âoh?â you weren't sure what to say, you weren't even totally sure that this wasn't some fever dream. you pinched your leg under the table just to check, it hurt, this is very real.
he leaned back into the seat, allowing his eyes to gaze over you. you were somewhere between hazy with lust, and feeling totally exposed.
âyeah, you're a cute little thing, helps you and helps me.â it was like he was being possesed by a man touch starved. maybe he was. there was a dark glimmer in his eyes, like a shark right under the water getting ready to attack..
it made you nervous and excited. you couldn't help but squirm under his watchful stare.
âoh, um, that would be great.â you couldn't keep eye contact with him, your gaze dropping down to your fidgeting hands. unsure of what to do next. you hoped you looked more composed then you felt.
you watched hayden as he moved, getting up to lock the door and close the blinds. he would be damned if someone was going to interrupt the two of you. he is thanking whatever god out there that this opportunity was brought to him.
he came back to you, just smiling somewhere between sweet and sinister. his hand comes to hold your cheek, he was so kind and yet you knew that probably wouldn't last long. another excitingly fearful wave passes through you.
you couldn't help but lean into his touch, humming contently. you guys had been here for months working on this film together. you'd become work buddies, always cracking up on set. now you knew there was no way that it would go back to that.
big eyes look up at him, and he has to look away to keep himself in control. there would be time for rough fucking later, he wants you to know how beautiful you are. can't let your first time go to waste.
âcâmere,â he leads you to the bed on the other side of the trailer. the bed was perfectly made, almost makes him want to laugh. you're such a good girl.
you were basically dumb in his presence, something that doesn't go by unnoticed. he loves how flustered he makes you, maybe he shouldn't but it boosts his ego.
you followed his lead to the bed, coming to sit right next to him. you're somewhere between fainting and vomitting, because you're here in bed with hayden christensen and you can't say anything.
âdonât be nervous, doll, I'll be so nice to you. but you gotta talk to me here. i have to have your consent.â he obviously knew you wanted this or you wouldn't have followed him like a lovesick puppy. verbal consent above all else, especially with you being so much younger than him.
âi want this, i actually don't think I've ever wanted anything more.â it sounded more like begging, than a statement. hayden's cock hardened against his pants, and he muttered, âfuckâ under his breath. a playful smirk now played at his lips.
âusing your words like a good girl,â his voice was so gentle and soft like a love confession, rather than dirty talk. a whine escaped your lips, you'd never been looked at like this, and especially not talked to like this. your body felt like it was on fire, and hayden is the only fire extinguisher for miles.
words aren't needed at this moment, he just helps you lay down. coming to lay beside you, his fingers drifting over your exposed midriff.
âiâm gonna kiss you now, okay?â his words are so soft and gentle, if you didn't know any better you'd think you were in a romance novel.
âplease.â you're pleading and he hasn't even touched you yet, the way he's been looking at you makes you feel like there's a million exposed wires replacing your nerves.
âyou're gonna be the death of me, baby.â he chuckles lowly and dark, his lips met yours, soft and hard all at once. his kisses are gentle, slowly coaxing open your lips to let his tongue explore your mouth. he groans into the kiss, and it makes you whimper.
your fingers clutch at him, pulling him closer if that were even possible. he can't help but smile into the kiss. you're so needy and innocent, he can't help but think about how sweet you must taste.
he seperates from you, allowing you to catch your breath. you're flushed, and the lust flowing theough you is almost unbearable.
âplease, hayden, need.â you're so dumb with want, not a single coherent thought in your head.
âseems little girl needs to learn some patience.â he speaks into your neck, lightly biting and kissing on the skin.
âhayden,â you're whining, your thighs rubbing together on their own accord, trying anything to get some friction, something to alleviate the pain of need.
he kisses down your body, shedding of your outfit, one piece of clothing at a time. his lips enevlope around your nipples, little sighs falling from your lips like prayers. hayden wasn't sure he'd ever grow tired of the sounds.
he moved down, slowly pulling your bottoms down. almost like he was trying to torture you, or at least that's how it makes you feel. in reality, he's trying to savor every inch of creamy skin.
he finally comes face to face with your cunt. if you weren't so lost in his touch, you might've been nervous. however his hungry eyes make you feel wanted, beautiful.
âi just need one favor, baby,â his voice barely above a whisper, like he was afriad of your answer.
âanything, whatever you want, I'm yours.â you breathed out, a sultry tone in your words. you'd never heard yourself sound like that, it almost makes you wanna hide.
he tugs his lip betwen his teeth, just for a second before letting it go.
âcall me daddy, okay? think you can do that for me?â you were quick to nod. you were probably going to do it anyway, but something about the way he asked made it so much hotter.
âwords, baby.â his voice has a warning tone to it, and you almost wanted to push and see what he'd do. you weren't in a place to be able to do that right now.
âyes, daddy.â your voice shook a little as you spoke, the anxious energy seeping back into your bones.
âgood girl,â he kissed your happy trail, all the way down until he was mere inches from your slit.
he licked up a stripe and you were about cry from sense of relief. his tongue slipping around your clit, his touch too much and not enough all at once. you were squirming under him, he tsked you. moving his arms under your thighs to hold you in place.
âlet daddy take his time, angel, i promise you'll come soon enough.â his voice was low and you were sure you could come from that alone if he just kept talking.
âsorry,â you're wearing a sheepish smile, hiding your face in your arms. one of his hands coming to bring them down, holding both of your hands in his one.
âdonât hide, i wanna see you.â he's rubbing your knuckles comfortingly. it helps ease some of the tension, your body relaxing.
âthere you are, now stay still as you can for me, yeah? and don't you dare hide those little noises from me.â you hum in accordance.
he pays more attention to your pussy now. his tongue dipping in and out of your core, wrapping his lips around your clit. eliciting whines and moans from your âoâ shaped lips.
he inserts a single finger, and the combination of his finger thrusting in and out of fo you and his lips attacking clit makes you come undone. shaking and crying as you come, he just looks at you with a smile.
âyou look so beautiful,â his voice brings you out of the teance the orgasm sent you in. you give him a playful smile, completely in awe of the man before you.
âcan you give me another one? need to fill you up, baby. can you take it?â can you take it? the words echo in your mind, almost like a challenge. you were determined to show him that you could and would take it.
âof course, i can,â you push up on your arms to actually look at him, it makes him smirk at your attitude.
it doesn't take him but a few moments to get undressed, and then he's stretching your walls with his fingers. preparing your hole for his girthy cock.
âdaddy, hurry.â you pout, needing to fill him all the way. determination replaced by need.
âdo you want it to hurt? cause i can stuff you full, but I don't want to hear any crying.â he's becoming a little impatient with her attitude, the soft, gentle man replaced by a wolf.
the way he spoke, and the look on his face makes you giggle, a giggle that's from the need to keep pushing those buttons.
his left eyebrow arched at your little outburst, âi want to be gentle with you for your first time, but you're making that really hard, doll.â curiosity piqued, you had to see what kind of roughness he'd give you.
âthen let go,â you smiled oh-so innocently at him, and he couldn't take it anymore. an almost animalistic growl tears its way from this throat. with a few strokes of his cock, he was pushing into you.
the stretch was deliciously stinging, and you weren't sure if you liked it or not. but getting to see hayden above you, tongue poking out as he does his best to stay still. he's not a monster, he doesn't actually want to hurt you, unless that's what you want. tears streaming down your face. he tsks you again, âwhat did i say?â his hand comes to wipe away the tears and you lean into his touch once more.
âmove, please move,â you're whining, squirming and wiggling. he thought he could get used to this sight, his little girl just needing to be split by his cock.
âwhat's the magic word?â his tone was playful and teasing, you almost want to bite it out of him.
you thought for a moment, what would probably get the most of a reaction out of him. so still pouting, and now batting your eyelashes at him, âdaddy, i need you to ruin me.â your tone was genuine, you needed it and you needed it now.
what little bit of control hayden had left, has dissipated from those seven little words. he's grabbing your hips pulling them up to meet his. fingertips diggin harsh into your flesh, and he pistons in and out of you.
âfuck, doll, you're so tight. your cunt was basically made fâ my cock. taking me so well.â the pain has subsided, and all you can think about is the waves of pleasure being brought you by a man 10 years older than you.
âmm, daddy, so good, so full, love daddyâs cock, love it so much.â you're babbling, dumb and incoherent, unable to think about anything other than his member bullying your insides.
his hips are twitching and you can tell that he's getting close. you slip a hand down to your clit to rub little circles on the bud, but you're almost immediately stopped. one hand, now wrapped around your waist as he fucks into you. the other one holding your wrist, âlet me do all the work, princess, just wanna make you feel good.â
his tone was indecipherable, but you nodded dumbly, letting him attack your clit. you can feel your muscles contracting, that familiar knot forming in your stomach.
âgonna come, daddy, gonna come, dad.â you're rambling again and it's making hayden feel sick in the best way possible.
âwhere you want it, baby?â he's always asking for permission, nose nuzzling into your neck taking in the scent of your sweat.
âinside, please, inside, please. want all of you, please.â he's smiling down at you again, not that you can see, your eyes rolling back in your head as your body begins to convulse.
âgonna fill you up so good, angel.â his hips stutter one last time, and you can feel his cum feeling up your cunt, it just makes you more sensitive.
you both fall to the bed, out of breath and hayden is laughing. if you weren't in such a daze, you'd ask him what was up.
âdamn, doll, that's the best sex I've had in a while, you did so good.â he's laying on his side, leaned up. nimble fingers pushing your hair out of your face. mumbling little conpliments as you regain composure.
âwell, i think it's safe to say, I'll know exactly what to do tomorrow.â you giggled and he agreed with a hum. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then nose, both cheeks and finallly your lips. soft and scattered kisses pepper across your skin and you giggle at him.
he gets up grabbing a bottle of water and some washrags to clean you up. easily manhandling you to wipe down your whole body from sweat, and gently collecting the cum that's cascading out of you. you wince from sensitively and he apologizes, pressing a kiss to your tummy.
he hands you the water and watches as you down the entire bottle, âi think I'd like to do this again sometime.â
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