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Word Count: 0.7K
Pairing(s): Reader x RafeÂ
Warnings: Pregnancy talk
Summary: You find out your pregnantÂ
The evening was perfect for a surprise, and tonight, you had the best one planned. After months of trying, it had finally happened. You were pregnant. The news was both exciting and nerve-wracking, but you couldnât wait to share it with Rafe, to see his reaction.
You had kept it a secret from him, not out of doubt, but because you wanted to surprise him in the most special way. As you carefully wrapped the pregnancy test in a small gift box, your heart raced in anticipation. This was the moment. This was everything you had been waiting for.
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You found him outside, sitting on the porch of his familyâs house, his usual relaxed posture, one leg propped up on the railing as he watched the sunset. When he saw you approach, his smile widened.
"Hey, you," he called, his voice deep and full of affection. "Whatâs this?"
You handed him the small, wrapped box, your hands shaking just a little, despite your excitement. "Open it."
Rafe raised an eyebrow, curious but clearly thrilled. He pulled the ribbon, and the paper fell away. When he opened the box and saw the pregnancy test inside, his eyes widened in surprise, and he froze for a moment, the joy on his face so clear that it nearly took your breath away.
"Wait," he started, his voice hushed as he looked at you. "Are you serious? Is this... real?"
You nodded, feeling the weight of the moment hit both of you at once. "Itâs real. Iâm pregnant."
The moment you said those words, Rafe stood up quickly, his arms immediately pulling you into an embrace so tight you could feel the excitement and happiness radiating from him. "Oh my god," he whispered, his voice full of emotion. "I canât believe this. Iâm gonna be a dad."
You could feel his heart racing as he held you close. He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, his grin wide. "I love you," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "I love you so much. Weâre gonna be a family."
Tears welled up in your eyes, but they werenât from fear. They were from the overwhelming joy of knowing that this was exactly what you both wanted. You werenât alone in thisâyou had each other.
Rafeâs excitement only grew as he started rambling about everything he couldnât wait to do. "I canât wait to build a nursery," he said, his voice bubbling with excitement. "Weâll make it perfect for our little one. And when itâs a boy, Iâll teach him everything about bikes. If itâs a girl, Iâll spoil her rotten."
You laughed softly at his enthusiasm, but his eyes never left yours. "Weâre gonna be amazing parents," he continued. "Iâll be there for every moment. You need special cravings at 3 AM? Iâm on it. Foot rubs, back rubs, whatever you need. I promise, I wonât get frustrated when you want something ridiculous in the middle of the night."
His words were so genuine, so full of love that you couldnât help but smile. You could see the future unfolding in his eyes. And it was beautiful.
"I can't wait to tell my sisters," he said suddenly, his excitement growing even more. "Theyâre going to be so excited. Wheezie and Sarahâ" He paused, a thought crossing his mind. "Are you feeling okay, though? Youâre not feeling sick, are you?" His tone softened, his protective instincts kicking in.
You nodded, reassured by his concern. "Iâm okay," you replied, smiling up at him. "Just a little nervous, but mostly excited."
Rafeâs hand cupped your face, his thumb stroking over your skin as he leaned in, kissing you gently. When he pulled away, his eyes were soft, filled with adoration. "Iâm so happy," he whispered, holding you close again. "Weâre going to make this work. You and me. Together."
You held onto him, your heart racing as you sank into the warmth of his embrace. There was no doubt in your mind anymore that this was the right path. Rafe was going to be an incredible father, and you were both going to navigate this journey side by side.
Rafeâs arms tightened around you, and you could feel the smile on his face as he whispered again, "Iâm so glad weâre doing this together. I canât wait to experience every single moment with you."
And as the night stretched on, you knew that everything would be okay. With Rafe by your side, you had everything you needed to face this new chapter in your life.
#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron concepts#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron blurb#outerbanks rafe#rafe outer banks#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#obx#outer banks#obx fanfiction#OBX4#pregnancy x obx
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the way it's practically impossible to get anything done that you can't do yourself if you work monday to friday. what do you mean I have to apply for leave so I can get my car serviced? are you insane?
#i had to call in sick to get my foot looked at#I've done all kinds of hours and days over multiple jobs#the best imo is something like 9-5 for only 3 to sometimes 4 self chosen week days#like that was my favourite type of schedule#I've done weekend work I've done arvos and sleepovers#I've also done no sleep night shifts and those flat out fucking kill you#i worked an all nighter then had to drive 50km home. no joke i was falling asleep at the wheel on Australia's most dangerous road
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#hhhhh im still really freaked out about needing a root canal thing done again on the same tooth#my clinic called me to make sure the doctor explained things to me#and i totally misunderstood everything she was asking me and i just mansplained everything back to her#she was looking for like a yes or no answer and i just foot in the mouth thought she wasnt clear on what the endodontist sent her#listen im tired and sore and scared and hadnt had pain medicine yet at that point in the morning#understated my pain too bc i have fibromyalgia and its like. i gotta subtract like 5 points to cover for the fact that...#...im in constant pain all the time including all of my teeth#she was like 'we can probably process the request for the second root canal by next week'#excuse me? đ so im gonna be having fucked up half-teeth one on each side of my mouth?? till the end of january??#how tf am i supposed to eat anything?!?! my diet is already fucked up from having jaw pain and tooth pain from orthodontics#im having regular days of 3-digit calories and none of them are healthy calories except the supplements im taking like#how tf am i supposed to eat anything man im tired and its so hard for me to make any food at all bc of my back pain#im so fucking tired of everything i dont want oral surgery man just let me live with the infection at this point#that tooth doesnt have a root anymore so i dont even notice it and ive been used to the sensitivity since 2022 man#this is too much and im scared to call the tmj doctor about my orthodontics bc i dont wanna ...#...sit in the fucking car 2 hours each way to go for another visit bc of my back pain. its unbearable just sitting in the car 5 mins#wonder if getting orthodontics made the infection show bc of the tooth movements. just ugh. im sick of everhthing happening#vent#personal#medical#dental#delete later / /#ShitPost.exe
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Past Wounds, Present Hearts P.SH
ăPairingă : exbully!sunghoon x fem!reader
ăWord Countă : 10.5k
ăGenreă : smut, angst, somewhat fluff, college au
ăSummaryă : you have felt resentment for sunghoon ever since the hell he put you through in middle school. now you find out he goes to your university.... and he's kinda hot?
ăWarningsă : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! mentions of bullying, lower quality of life due to bullying, self doubt, mentions of drinking alcohol, implied intoxication in some scenes, college parties, sunghoon calls reader petnames, kissing, sharing a bed, nipple play, fingering, titty sucking, handjob, sunghoon turns out to be a sweetheart, cum eating, falling asleep together, and more
ăAuthors Noteă : i originally intended for the story to have a different ending but i changed my mind half way though and it would have been too fast paced for the word count given, i will definitely make a part two if enough people ask! not proofread
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I hate him. The smug look on his face when I walk pass him in the main campus hall. All of the girls clawing on to his shoulder, begging for his attention without knowing what fucking loser he is. The way all of the professors are so impressed with him for doing practically nothing in class. Getting a full ride scholarship for basketball to this school. I have grown sick of it.
Park Sunghoon. The name still twists my stomach after all these years. Middle school was when my hatred started for Him. He was my middle school bully. Always teasing me in front of the whole class, or making comments behind my back. What hurts the most is that he doesnât seem to care that he used to act this way, or maybe he thinks I have forgotten. The truth is, I will never forget. It sits at the back of my mind all of the time. The people who know me from middle school still view me as this âdisgustingâ girl who was unlikeable, because of the things that Sunghoon would do to me.
It took years for me to build myself back up, so when I saw that he was planning on going to the same university as me last fall, I was more than worried. But this wasnât middle school anymore. I canât let him get away with treating me like an outcast who doesnât deserve friends.First semester of university is always scary, I was always afraid to come out my shell and meet new people. I wanted to stay on top of acedemics. My best friend Yuqi was the complete opposite. Any opportunity she got to go out and party, she would be there. And, she would surprisingly maintain decent grades as well. Now that I think about it, I have never been a party goer, not even in highschool. Then again, there werenât too many parties that either sounded interesting, or that I was invited to.
âKappa Alpha is having a party this Friday, you in?â Yuqi suggested. She always gets the same response. âNo, you already know I canât, we have finals next weekâ I shrugged. âBut Kappaaaaaa!â Yuqi whined, her voice getting higher every passing second. We were walking down the hallway towards our classes. A few students looked over, but quickly decided that they didnât want to look any further. âI hear that Kappa Alpha has the best Christmas parties every year. You have to comeâ Yuqi insisted, grabbing onto my arm. I rolled my eyes. âYuqi⊠You donât actually think Iâm going to attend one of their parties?â Yuqi gave me a confused stare, trying to read through my expression. âWhy not?â âSunghoon is in that frat, Iâm pretty sure he lives in the frat house as well. You would catch me dead before seeing me step foot into that trashy hell holeâ I explained, crossing my arm defensively. She knows how he treated me in middle school, she was there to witness it.
âWhat? He canât be, out of all the parties I have gone to there, I have not seen him a singular timeâ Yuqi said with her eyebrows furrowed, putting emphasis into each word.. I tried to tell her that yes, he is the type of guy to hide out in the frat house and not attend, but she had no idea. After some debate, she eventually gave up asking me.
That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily above me. Yuqi's words echoed in my mind, mixing with memories I'd rather forget. The Christmas lights strung across my dorm room cast a soft glow, but they did little to brighten my mood.
I rolled onto my side, hugging my pillow close. Why did Sunghoon have to be here, at my university, in my space? It wasn't fair. I'd worked so hard to leave that part of my life behind, to become someone new. Someone stronger.
But was I really stronger if I was still letting him dictate my choices? I grabbed my phone, thumb hovering over Yuqi's contact. She was probably out somewhere, living it up like she always did. I envied her sometimes, her ability to just⊠exist without all this baggage.
"Maybe I should go," I whispered to the empty room. The words felt foreign on my tongue. Me? At a Kappa Alpha party? It was absurd.
I sat up, running a hand through my messy hair. Yuqi would be ecstatic if I went. And isn't that what college is supposed to be about? New experiences, stepping out of your comfort zone?
But then I imagined walking into that frat house, the pulsing music, the crowded rooms. And somewhere in there, Sunghoon. Everybody loving him not knowing the kind of cruel person he is on the inside. My stomach clenched at the thought.
"This is stupid," I muttered, flopping back onto my bed. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone."
But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn't true. I did need to prove something - to myself. That I could face my past, that I could exist in the same space as Sunghoon without falling apart.
I picked up my phone again, this time opening my messages to Yuqi. "Hey," I typed, then paused. Was I really doing this? My finger hovered over the send button as doubt crept in. But then I thought of Yuqi's excited face, of the possibility of actually enjoying myself for once.
Before I could change my mind, I quickly typed out the rest of the message and hit send. "Hey. About that Kappa Alpha party⊠I think I might go after all." I set my phone down, my heart racing. What had I just agreed to?ââââââââââââââââYuqi didnât see my message until the morning, but I can only imagine her physical reaction after reading her written one. âReally???? I never thought this day would come. I promise you will love it!!!â my screen read. Her overuse of punctuation was telling enough about she felt. It was Friday morning, meaning that the party was going to be later in tonight. If I plan my time correctly, we can leave my dorm around 8pm, and I would have had all of the studying done that at I needed to do for the night.
I couldnât help feeling nervous at the thought of attending a party with Sunghoon, but I decided that this may be the perfect chance to get to know him better. Okay, not âget to know him betterâ but maybe this could finally give him a chance to clear the air between us, to apologize properly for everything that he did to me. But the chances of him apologizing are slim to none. When I see him in campus he seems to be the snobby type, unable to admit that they are wrong. Trust me, I have heard the stories going around campus.
I spent the rest of the day in a fog, my mind drifting between lectures and study sessions. The impending party loomed over me, a mix of dread and nervous anticipation.
By the time I returned to my dorm, the sun was already setting. I sat at my desk, attempting to review my notes, but the words blurred together. My phone buzzed - another excited text from Yuqi about outfit choices. I sighed, closing my textbook. There was no point in pretending to study anymore.
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At 7:00, a knock at my door announced Yuqi's arrival. She entered with her usual whirlwind energy, arms full of clothes and makeup. "Okay," she said, dumping everything onto my bed. "Let's make you look amazing."
I eyed the pile warily. "Yuqi, I'm not trying to impress anyone. Especially not Sunghoon." She paused, giving me a soft look. "This isn't about him. It's about you feeling good about yourself. Now, let's start with this sweater."
For the next half hour, we sifted through outfits. Yuqi was patient, letting me veto anything too revealing or flashy. We finally settled on a soft, cropped sweater and high-waisted jeans - comfortable, but still party-appropriate.
As I changed, Yuqi chatted about her day, her excitement for the party. Her casual banter helped ease my nerves, reminding me why I'd agreed to this in the first place. This was about spending time with my best friend, not about Sunghoon.
We left my dorm at 8:15, the cool night air a welcome relief for my flushed cheeks. The walk to the frat house was short, but with each step, the butterflies in my stomach intensified. Music pulsed in the distance, growing louder as we approached.
Outside the house, we paused. Yuqi squeezed my hand. "You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.
I took a deep breath, nodding. "Yeah. Let's do this."
We stepped inside, and I was immediately overwhelmed. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and too many bodies in too small a space. Yuqi leaned close, "I'm going to get us some drinks. Will you be okay for a minute?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice. As she disappeared into the crowd, I stood there, taking in my surroundings. Groups of people clustered around, laughing and dancing. I recognized a few faces from classes, but no one I knew well.
And then, across the room, I saw him. Sunghoon, leaning against a wall, surrounded by his usual admirers. He was laughing at something someone said, his head thrown back. For a moment, I was transported back to middle school, hearing that laugh directed at me, mocking and cruel.
Our eyes met for a brief second, and I swear I saw something flicker in his expression. Surprise? Recognition? But before I could process it, someone bumped into me, breaking the moment.
I turned away, my heart pounding. What was I doing here? This was a mistake. I was about to head for the door when Yuqi reappeared, pressing a red cup into my hand.
"Here," she said with a smile. "It'll help you relax." I took a small sip, the unfamiliar burn of alcohol hitting the back of my throat. As we stood there, Yuqi chatting animatedly about the people around us, I felt myself slowly start to unwind. Maybe agreeing to come here wasnât too bad of an idea.I was just starting to relax, the music and Yuqi's chatter creating a comfortable bubble around us, when I saw him approaching. Sunghoon, weaving through the crowd, his eyes fixed on... us? No, it couldn't be. But it was.
He stopped right in front of us, that infuriatingly perfect smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Yuqi," he said, his voice smooth as ever. Then his eyes slid to me. "And Y/N,⊠it's been a while, hasn't it?" I felt my body tense, my grip tightening on the red cup in my hand. Yuqi glanced between us, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of concern. "Sunghoon," I managed to say, my voice coming out colder than I'd intended. But then again, why should I care? He seemed unfazed by my tone. "I didn't expect to see you here. You're not usually the party type, right?" The casual way he said it, as if he knew me, as if we were old friends catching up, made my blood boil. How dare he act so nonchalant after everything? "People change," I replied curtly. "Not that you'd know anything about that." I avoided eye contact. I saw Yuqi wince beside me, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Sunghoon's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of... something passing across his face. Confusion? Hurt? Good.
"Right," he said, recovering quickly. Looking down at the ground with a half smile, he takes âââââââââââââââmy snarky response as a que to leave. âIâll see you around, (Y/N)â he scoffs and walks away.
âHe is such an assholeâ Yuqi complains, rubbing my back as a way to try to comfort me. âYou responded wellâ I watched Sunghoon's tall, muscular figure get lost in the crowd, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Part of me felt satisfied with how I'd handled the encounter, but another part felt... unsettled. I took a long swig from my cup, hoping the alcohol would dull the conflicting feelings. "Thanks," I mumbled to Yuqi, grateful for her support. She gave me a reassuring smile, but I could see the concern in her eyes. "Do you want to leave? We can if you're not comfortable." I considered it for a moment. The idea of going back to my dorm, burying myself in my blankets and pretending this night never happened, was tempting. But then I thought about how that's exactly what the old me would have done. The me that let Sunghoon's actions dictate her life.
"No," I said, surprising myself with the firmness in my voice. "I'm not leaving. I have just as much right to be here as he does." Yuqi's face broke into a wide grin. "That's my girl!" she cheered, linking her arm through mine. "Let's mingle a bit, shall we?" As we made our way through the crowded room, I couldn't help but notice Sunghoon's gaze following us. Every time I glanced in his direction, he looked away, but not before I caught a flicker of... something in his eyes. It wasn't the cruel amusement I remembered from our school days. It was something else, something I couldn't quite place.
Yuqi introduced me to a few of her friends, and I found myself actually enjoying the conversations. It felt... normal. Like maybe I could do this whole college social scene thing after all. But then, over someone's shoulder, I saw Sunghoon again. He was looking right at us, his expression unreadable. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I felt a jolt of... something. Before I could analyze it further, he quickly averted his gaze, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Wait, was Sunghoon blushing? I shook off the thought. It was probably just the alcohol playing tricks on my mind.
As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing more and more. The alcohol helped, but it was more than that. Every minute I spent here, laughing with Yuqi and her friends, was a minute I was reclaiming for myself. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Every so often, I'd catch Sunghoon looking in my direction. But it wasn't the mocking stare I was used to. There was something almost... wistful about it. Once, when our eyes met, he even offered a small, hesitant smile before quickly turning the other way. I donât understand why he is trying to smile at me. It was confusing, to say the least. This wasn't the Sunghoon I remember. The Sunghoon who had made my life miserable. This Sunghoon seemed... different. Unsure. Almost vulnerable. As Yuqi and I were preparing to leave, I excused myself to use the bathroom. On my way back, I quite literally bumped into Sunghoon in the hallway. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, steadying me with a hand on my arm. The touch sent an unexpected jolt through me. "You okay?" I nodded, unsureness in my voice. We stood there for a moment, an awkward silence stretching between us. "Listen, Y/N," he started, then paused, running a hand through his jet black hair. "I... I'm glad you came tonight. It was good to see you."
Before I could respond, he quickly walked away, leaving me standing there, completely baffled. It wasn't until much later, as Yuqi and I were stumbling back to our dorms, arms linked and giggling about nothing in particular, that I realized something. For the first time in years, I'd spent an entire evening in the same space as Sunghoon without letting it ruin my night. And more than that, I was left with the strangest feeling that maybe there was more to Sunghoon than I'd allowed myself to see. As I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted but oddly content, I couldn't help but feel like something had shifted. I wasn't naive enough to think one party had erased years of hurt and resentment. But maybe it was a start.ââââââââââââââââ
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The next morning I woke up disoriented, borderline hungover. Roll over to the side to check the time on my phone. 11:09AM? It honestly felt like I slept for three days with how many drinks I consumed. I look further down the screen to see the notifications:
1:18 AM: @prksnghn02 started following you!
1:19 AM: @prksnghn02 Liked your post!
I must have fallen asleep to quickly too see this last night, but that was definitely right after we left the party.
I scroll through the conversation, smiling slightly at the messages
2:11 AM: @prksnghn02 Hey! You still here?
2:11 AM: @prksnghn02 I get it if you donât want to speak to me.
Why was he messaging me. What gives him the right? I igonore the message and delete the message request. All that before my thumb hesitantly hovered over the follow button on his profile, eventually turning it grey. I spent the weekend as usual, going to my job at night and studying in the mornings. Though I had the awkward interaction with Sunghoon at one party, I think that I could see myself going with Yuqi to another party some time. Not soon though because finals start on Monday and I have to pass to keep my financial aid. Thatâs another thing that pisses me off. I work day and night to pay for my schooling by myself, and Sunghoon gets it all handed to him for being okay at basketball. He teased me for growing up less wealthy than him, but if he were in my shoes, he wouldnât have thought it was so funny.
Monday morning I was walking through the main hall on campus, where they have to coffee shop that I occasionally stop by. Of course this time when I went, Sunghoon was standing at the bookstore across the walk way, talking to his girl-toys. It took everything in me to not make things awkward by looking in his direction, but for the split second I looked that way, he was already eyeing me down. I pretended to not notice, continuing into the coffee shop line as I would do normally. The line was fairly short. I looked down at my phone to distract myself until it was my turn to order. âI am sorry (Y/N)â a familiar voice says behind me, him lightly grazing my shoulder.
My eyes immediately snap to the owner of the voice. His brown eyes were staring directly into mine as if he could tell exactly what I was thinking just by looking at me. And I know he can. âHeyâ he seems to say, flashing me the smallest of smirks as his hand rests on the counter to my left. I scoff in disbelief. He really is serious now isnât he. I try to ignore him and continue with my order, but Sunghoon stops me in my tracks. My heart starts hammering harder in my chest as I glance around to make sure no one overheard. âHey (Y/N),â he repeats, giving me his infamous smirk. âI really am sorryâ he continues. Heâs watching me with a curious tilt to his head as he waits for my response.
âCan I buy you a drink? Maybe we can talk some more?â For a fraction of a moment, itâs hard to believe whatâs happening.
âWhatever you are trying to do, I donât want any part of itâ I said sternly, trying to shoo him away. I know he could see the annoyance on my face but that wasnât enough to get him to leave. âPlease, I want to make things rightâ he begged with a hint of charm in his voice. He reaches out to hold my wrist but this time instead of swatting him away, I let him. If anyone deserves an apology it should be me. He takes a step closer to me, tilting his head slightly. âFine I guess, but do not expect to get anything out of meâ I agreed hesitantly. His facial expression completely changed from worried to⊠relieved? We ordered together in line while I tried my best to ignore him. His scent was a distraction. It was captivating. It was comparable to mohagany and mint. Admittedly, he is tall and handsome, even when we were in middle school he had always been cute. But I would never say that out loud. Eventually, his named was called and we both went up to grab our drinks. âThank you Sunghoonâ I said while looking down, trying to get out of the situation as soon a possible. âWaitâ he says before I get to far away. âI will text youâ he added. I half way smiled and walked away.
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At lunch, I found myself leaning against Yuqi as we sat at one of our tables outside. âHow do you feel?â she asked. âBetterâ I admitted. âItâll take some getting used to, but I think Iâm doing betterâ She nodded, seemingly satisfied by my reply.
âYuqi?â I spoke again once I had my full attention back on her. She turned her attention towards me expectantly.
âWhy donât you give him another chance?â she sighed, rolling her neck around. âI mean, he seems like he is genuinely trying to make it up to you.â
âYes he is putting in the effort now, but the pain that he put me through doesnât just go away in an instant, it will take time for me to trust himâ
âI understandâ she muttered.
~~~~~
A few days had passed but I had never received a message from Sunghoon. Maybe he forgot or maybe he was scaredâŠ. I donât know. But I canât help but to think that I was maybe looking forward to that message. Yuqi was right, maybe he does deserve another chance. The library was my number one studying location. It was quiet, I could focus, and nobody bothers me. I actually have some time to myself. I have tested out every study area here and the to floor is by far my favorite. I press the 5 on the elevator control pad, and as the doors start closing, someoneâs hand is placed between the doors, causing them to shoot back open. It was Sunghoon. I awkwardly scoot to the edge of the confined space to make sure there was more than enough room between us. His eyes light up when he realizes I was the one in the elevator.
âWould it be a problem if I rode with you?â he asked hesitatingly with an awkward smile.
âNo, why would there be a problem?â I replied quickly. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds after my answer, and then I heard the elevator ding and the doors slowly start closing again. God, being around him gave me mixed emotions. His aura is so captivating, but his personality is the opposite. And not to mention that mohagany scent again. We rode to the fifth floor in total silence and exited the elevator once it stopped. When we both made way out of the elevator to walk our own directions, He gently grazed my shoulder and said âGood luck with finalsâ and walked the other direction.
-
Later that same evening while I was still on the library, my phone pinged with a new notification.
prksnghn02: Hey are you available?
prksnghn02: I know I said I was sorry but I really want you to know how I feel. I canât do it over text.
I think this is the message that I have been waiting to see. I would appreciate to see him and have him fully apologize, though I donât think this is the right time. Itâs the middle of finals week and lord knows I am already struggling as is. I look up from my phone, observing my surroundings, and spot Sunghoon across the almost empty room lounging on a library bean-bag. Alone. Thatâs a first considering his royalty equivalent status on campus. He was clearly looking at me when I opened his message.
yourusername: Hey, sorry. I really need to study for this Sociology final. I can definitely carve out a time to meet next week.
I look up at him and point at my phone, making a frowny face and his expression mirrors mine.
prksnghn02: Who is the professor? I aced my sociology class I took over the summer. If you need any help lmk.
He looks at me with a thumbs up. His offer seems tempting, but what would I do? Sit there and hear him lecture me? It would already be hard enough to pay attention given how his arms are looking in that black fitted top.
yourusername: I will think about it.
I try to focus on my sociology notes, but my eyes keep drifting back to Sunghoon. He's still lounging on the bean bag, but now he has a textbook open on his lap. Every so often, he glances up, catching my eye before we both quickly look away. The tension is palpable, even from across the room. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. This is getting ridiculous. I'm here to study, not to play this weird game of cat and mouse with my former bully turned... what? Potential friend? The thought makes me uncomfortable. I make a split second decision on impulse and grab my phone, maybe regretting my decision later.
yourusername: Okay fine, come help me.
I witness Sunghoon look at his phone and shoot up out of his seat within the span of 3 seconds. Impressive. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as Sunghoon practically skidded to a stop in front of my desk. It was a stark contrast to his usual nonchalance. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and for a moment, I was back in middle school, his laughter echoing in the halls, the same laughter that used to sting.
âSo, sociology huh?â he said with the most awkward tone possible. âWhat do you need help withâ he continues, signaling his hand towards my messy notes. My notebook has definitely seen better days. I sighed, shoving my phone into the abyss of my backpack.
"Everything feels like gibberish. Professor Ramirez throws these massive lectures at us, and it all just blends together." Surprised laughter rumbled out of him.
"Ramirez? Yeah, he can be a bit much. But trust me, sociology isn't actually that complicated. Let's see your notes." Tentatively, I slid my well-worn notebook across the desk. He flipped through the pages, his brow furrowing in concentration. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft rustle of turning paper. I snuck a peek at him. His features were softened by a focus I wouldn't have expected. "Okay," he finally said, looking up. "This isn't so bad. You've got the basic concepts down. I think you're just getting overwhelmed by the details."
Relief flooded me. Maybe I wasn't completely incompetent after all. He settled into the chair across from me, his arm brushing mine for a moment as he reached for a pen. He continued to sort through my notes, trying to piece together what I may not be understanding. He was surprisingly patient with me, and even created examples for me to try and understand better. Not to mention that I couldnât keep my eyes off of him as he spoke. His black hair falling loosely in front of his dark brown eyes and black glasses was so sexy.
"So basically, social stratification is like the ranking system within a society?" I summarized, feeling a flicker of accomplishment. Sunghoon grinned, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Exactly! See, you were getting it all along." He paused, then reached for a specific page in my notes.
"Now, let's talk about power structures and how they influence social mobilityâŠ" Time melted away as Sunghoon patiently guided me through the sociological knowledge. I peppered him with questions, surprised by my own comfort level.
He answered them all with good humor and a surprising depth of knowledge that made him seem worlds apart from the bully I knew in middle school and the jock he is now. I looked at his face once again, admiring the way he furrowed his eye brows when he concentrated. I am snapped out of my trance with
âWhat?â Sunghoon questioned me, tilting his face to the side. I couldnât even comprehend what had happened until a second or two later.
âNothing! Itâs nothing. Go on with what you were sayingâ I averted my eyes towards the table to try and hide the blood in my cheeks. âHeh, OkayâŠ.â he chuckles fiddling with the ring on his finger. He pauses for a few seconds and picks up with âYou should get home soon. You donât wanna have late nights, right?â
He looks me dead in the eye as he says this, a hint of playfulness in his gaze. I glanced at my phone, startled to see it was already 1 AM. We'd been studying for hours without realizing it. The library, usually bustling with stressed students, was now eerily quiet.
"Oh wow, I didn't realize how late it got," I mumbled, hastily gathering my notes. Sunghoon stretched, his shirt riding up slightly. I pretended not to notice.
"Yeah, time flies when you're having fun with sociology, right?" he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips. "Right, because power structures are just a barrel of laughs." As we packed up our things, Sunghoon hesitated, then asked, "Hey, um, would you like me to walk you back to your dorm? It's pretty late." I paused, considering. The old me would have immediately refused, not wanting to spend an extra second with him.
But now... "Sure," I found myself saying. "That would be nice." We stepped out into the cool night air, the campus very quiet around us. For a moment, we walked in silence, the only sound our footsteps on the pavement.
"So," Sunghoon started, breaking the silence. "Did you find the study session helpful?" I nodded, surprised by my own honesty.
"Yeah, actually. You explain things... differently than I expected." He raised an eyebrow.
"Different good or different bad?"
"Different good," I admitted. "You're more... patient than I thought you'd be." Sunghoon chuckled softly. "Well, don't sound so surprised. Im not just a handsome face ya know.â I felt a retort forming on my lips, but bit it back.
âYeah yeah, donât flatter yourself.â As we walked, I couldn't help but sneak glances at him. In the soft glow of the street lamps, he looked... different. Softer somehow. Less like the arrogant boy I'd built up in my mind and more like... well, just a guy. "You know," he said suddenly, his voice quiet. "I meant what I said before. About being sorry." I felt my body tense. "Sunghoon, we don't have to-"
"No, please," he interrupted, stopping in his tracks. I turned to face him, surprised by the earnestness in his eyes. "I was a jerk in middle school. More than a jerk. I was cruel, and I've regretted it for years. I just... I want you to know that. I am sorry." I stood there, stunned. This vulnerability was so at odds with the Sunghoon I thought I knew.
"I... thank you," were the only words that were able to come out of my mouth. - I turned to face towards him as we reached the enterance of my dorm building. âOkay, I guess I can take it from hereâ I said, grabbing my key card out of my backpack.
âGoodnight, Sunghoon.â I entered the building and the door was already halfway closed before Sunghoon grabbed it and called out behind me, "Wait!â I stopped mid step and turned to meet his curious gaze, confused by what he could possibly want to say. I gave him a questioning look as he approached me slowly. His hands fidgeted nervously, and he took one last glance around, making sure no one was watching before reaching up to touch my cheek hesitantly. His thumb brushed the area under my eye lightly, his hand moving downwards slowly until he rested his palm flat on my jaw. I was somehow okay with this, despite the butterflies in my stomach.
My heart thudded loudly against my chest as I stared at his hand resting gently on my skin, unable to tear my gaze away from his. There was something magnetic about the way his eyes bore into me with an intensity I have never felt. âHave a good night, (Y/N)â he said softly, grazing my bottom lip with his thumb. He leaned down slowly while gazing into my eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips. My breath hitched as he brought his other hand up and cradled my cheek, brushing some loose strands of hair out of my face. âYou too, Sunghoonâ
~~~~~
The end of finals week had finally come and I am not exaggerating when I say that this is the most relieved I have ever been in my life. I was lounging on my bed scrolling through tik tok and I saw a message pop up at the top of my screen.
prksnghn02: Hey! A few of us are having a small get-together at the frat house to celebrate surviving finals. You and Yuqi should come.
I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. A month ago, I would've immediately declined. But now⊠things were different. The study session with Sunghoon, our late-night walk, the way he'd touched my face before saying goodnight - it all swirled in my mind, a confusing mix of old resentment and new⊠something.
yourusername: Let me check with Yuqi. What time?
His response was almost immediate.
prksnghn02: Around 8? It's just a few people, nothing crazy. Promise it won't be like last time.
I couldn't help but smile at that. The last party had been a turning point, in a way.
yourusername: Okay, I'll let you know.
I rolled over, dialing Yuqi's number. She picked up on the second ring.
"Please tell me you're calling to drag me out of this post-finals funk," she groaned.
I laughed. "Actually, yeah. Sunghoon invited us to a small thing at the frat house. You in?"
There was a pause on the other end. "Sunghoon, huh? You two seem to be getting along better."
I could hear the smile in her voice. "We're⊠working on it," I admitted. "So, you coming or what?"
"Obviously," she said. "I'll be at yours in an hour. We need to talk about this Sunghoon situation, by the way."
I groaned. "There's no 'situation', Yuqi."
"Uh-huh. Sure. See you soon!"
She hung up before I could protest further. I flopped back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.
An hour later, Yuqi was sprawled on my bed, watching me rummage through my closet.
"So," she said, drawing out the word. "You and Sunghoon, huh?"
I threw a shirt at her. "There's no 'me and Sunghoon'. We're just⊠I don't know. Not enemies anymore, I guess."
Yuqi sat up, her expression serious. "Look, I know he was awful to you in middle school. But people change, you know? And he seems to be really trying."
I sighed, sitting down next to her. "I know. It's just⊠complicated."
She bumped my shoulder with hers. "Life's complicated. Doesn't mean you can't give it a chance."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Yuqi always had a way of cutting through my defenses.
"Now," she said, her tone lightening. "Let's find you something cute to wear. Just because it's not a 'situation' doesn't mean you can't look hot."
I rolled my eyes, but let her pull me back to the closet.The frat house was quieter than I'd ever seen it. No pulsing music, no crowds of people. Just the soft murmur of conversation and laughter drifting from the back patio. Sunghoon met us at the door, his face lighting up when he saw us. "Hey! You made it." he said, ushering us inside. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. "Drinks are in the kitchen, we're all out back."
As we followed him through the house, I couldn't help but notice how different he seemed here, in his element. Relaxed, open, a far cry from the popular Sunghoon I was used to seeing on campus. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, but somehow he made it look effortlessly attractive. The back patio was strung with fairy lights, casting a warm glow over the small group gathered there. I recognized a few faces from classes, but it was indeed a much smaller crowd than the usual frat parties.
Yuqi immediately gravitated towards a group she knew, leaving me standing awkwardly by the door. Sunghoon appeared at my side, two red cups in hand. "Here," he said, offering me one. "It's just punch, but fair warning - Heeseung made it, so it's probably stronger than it tastes." I took a sip, the sweetness masking the unmistakable burn of alcohol. "Thanks for inviting us," I said, surprised by how much I meant it. Sunghoon's smile was soft, almost shy. "I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure if you would." "Honestly? I wasn't sure either," I admitted. He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Well, I'm glad you did. Come on, let me introduce you to some people." As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing more and more. The punch was indeed strong, but the warm buzz it provided was pleasant.
Sunghoon stayed close, always making sure I was included in conversations, laughing at my jokes, his hand occasionally brushing against mine in a way that seemed both accidental and deliberate. I found myself studying him when he wasn't looking. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the gestures he made when he was explaining something he was passionate about. It was hard to reconcile this Sunghoon with the boy who had tormented me in middle school. At some point, Yuqi caught my eye from across the patio and gave me a not-so-subtle thumbs up. I rolled my eyes at her, but I couldn't help the smile that subtly appears on my face.
As the night progressed, people started to drift away in twos and threes. Yuqi had gotten into an intense discussion about some TV show with a guy from her psych class, leaving Sunghoon and me alone on a small bench near the edge of the patio. The fairy lights cast a soft glow on his features, and I found myself staring longer than I should have. "You know," Sunghoon said, his words slightly slurred, "I never thought we'd be here like this." I raised an eyebrow. "What, drunk on your frat house patio?" He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "No, I mean... talking. Like friends."
His hand found mine on the bench between us, his fingers intertwining with mine. The touch sent a jolt through me, but I didn't pull away. "I was such an ass to you in middle school," he continued, his voice dropping low. "I... I didn't know how to deal with how I felt about you back then." I froze, my heart suddenly pounding. "What do you mean?" Sunghoon turned to face me, his eyes intense even in their alcohol-glazed state. "I had the biggest crush on you," he admitted. "But I was too stupid and insecure to know how to handle it. So I lashed out instead." I sat there, stunned.
The Sunghoon I knew in middle school, the one who had made my life miserable, had a crush on me? It didn't make sense, and yet... "That doesn't excuse what I did," he continued, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "Nothing excuses that. But I want you to know how sorry I am. And how glad I am that you're giving me a chance to make it right."
I looked at our intertwined hands, then back up at Sunghoon's face. The vulnerability in his expression took my breath away. "I... I don't know what to say," I whispered. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, leaning in slightly. "I just wanted you to know." We sat there for a moment, the air between us charged with possibility. Then, without thinking, I leaned in, closing the distance between us. Our lips met softly, hesitantly at first. Then Sunghoon's free hand came up to cup my cheek, deepening the kiss.
It was sweet and a little clumsy, tasting of punch with a hint of alcohol. His lips were softer than I'd imagined - not that I'd been imagining it, of course. When we broke apart, I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Sunghoon's eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and something else I couldn't quite name.
"I... wow," he breathed, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. Before I could respond, the patio door slid open and Yuqi's voice rang out. "Y/N? You out here?" Sunghoon and I sprang apart, but not before Yuqi caught sight of us. Her facial expression completely changed, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" she asked, her tone teasing. I stood up quickly, nearly losing my balance. Sunghoon steadied me with a hand on my arm, the touch sending another jolt through me. "We were just... talking," I managed to say, knowing how unconvincing it sounded. Yuqi's grin widened. "Uh-huh. 'Talking.' Got it. Well, hate to break up this... conversation, but it's getting late. We should probably head out." I nodded, suddenly feeling very sober. "Right. Yeah. Let's go."
As we made our way back through the house, I could feel Sunghoon's eyes on me. At the front door, he caught my hand. "Text me when you get home safe?" he asked, his voice low. I nodded, words not being able to leave my mouth. He squeezed my hand once before letting go. - The walk back to the dorms was quiet, Yuqi mercifully holding back her questions until we were safely in my room. "Okay," she said, flopping onto my bed. "Spill. Everything. Now." I sank into my desk chair, my mind replaying the kiss over and over. "I... I don't even know where to start," I admitted.
Yuqi's expression softened. "Start at the beginning. And don't leave anything out."
~~~~~
Going over to Sunghoons frat house became a frequent thing over the winter break. About twice a week I would go with Yuqi and kick back with a few of his friends, the same ones that were there the first time.
During those times, we'd always end up hanging out in Sunghoons backyard, or playing in his pool. He definitely acted a lot different around his friends than I expected. More relaxed, open, less guarded. In turn he opened up to me a bit too.
âIf I beat you in a round of pool, you have take a shot with meâ Sunghoon said chuckling, nudging his elbow against my arm. âCome on, thatâs fair!â
âI guess, but what do I get it I win?â
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes suspiciously. âYou know what, I can think of somethingâŠâ He moved closer to me, the tip of his nose inches away from mine. A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to resist the urge to pull away. Instead, I remained still, watching nervously as his mouth slowly drew closer and closer. âI think you might like itâ he said teasingly.
âI guess I should just let you win thenâ I sighed sarcastically, trying to ignore the butterflies built up in my stomach.
He scoffs âI promise, sweetheart, I donât biteâ he said, moving back just enough so he could meet my eyes. His voice was low and husky, sending a ripple of heat through my body.
âSo, what kind of shot?â I asked lightly, trying to ignore the way my voice shook as I spoke.
âI think I have some Don Julioâ he mused, running a hand along the back of his neck.
Sunghoon it first to break all of the pool balls apart, declaring him as solids. Drinking beer between each of our turns and chatting about family and work, Sunghoon was a lot better at pool than he originally let on, because soon enough he had only 2 solid balls left, while I still had 5 stripes.
I was expecting him to have already won at this point. When he set his cue on the edge, lining up to hit one of the solids into a hole, the 8 ball shoots across the board, into the hole closest to me.
âAw shit, I guess you wonâ He said with a fake defeated look.
I laughed, setting my bottle aside. âLooks like it. Thanks for letting me have a couple extra roundsâ I said, winking at him. I missed my cue stick by mere centimeters, but didnât care. My eyes were locked on Sunghoon; his hair stuck up everywhere, his skin glistening with sweat after his game, his shirt clung tightly to his frame.
A loud bang echoed off the walls, making us both jump slightly. Sunghoonâs eyes snapped towards the window behind me, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. âSomeone just slammed the garage door shutâ he whispered. âDid they close up for the night?â
We had spent so much time playing pool, we didnât realize that slowly, one by one, people started to go home. This meaning that Yuqi probably caught a ride home with someone and the only people left here are the 3 frat guys staying in the house over the break.
âItâs getting late, I should probably call an Uberâ I said, rubbing my eyes for focus.
âWhy leave so soon? Doing Uber this late at night could be dangerous, you never know what kind of people could be out there.â
âWhat other option do I have? Yuqi went home alreadyâ I replied, grabbing my phone.
âYou can stay here, you can sleep on my bed and I will set up a bed on the floorâ he offered.
âI donât know if that is the best ideaâ I muttered, staring at my feet.
âJust sleep here. Donât waste money on an Uber, and I promise I can take great care of you.â he urged me, placing his hand under my chin so that I would finally look at him. âDo you really believe that I would let you get into a strangers car right now?â
I hesitated before nodding. âFine, but only because I trust you.â
~
We pack up all of our stuff from outside, including my purse and all of the extra alcohol. There are so many room in the frat house and I have never been upstairs, I have no idea which one is Sunghoons. As the two of us climb the stairs up to his room, we both silently agree not to mention the previous events from the other night.
Sunghoon doesnât know why I kissed him, And I donât know why he kissed me. Even though he did tell me a little about the reason behind our relationship, it wouldnât matter, he was too far gone for it to change anything anyway.
The moment we step into his room, he tosses his backpack onto the floor and gestures to the large queen sized bed sitting in the corner of the room.
âI didnât bring anything to sleep in, I canât sleep wearing jeans and a tank topâ I said, gesturing to my jeans.
âDonât worry about it, I can lend you somethingâ he said, walking over to a laundry basket of clothes lying on the floor near the wardrobe. âI havenât gotten the chance to put up my laundry, let me find somethingâ he explains, rummaging through the basket.
He pulls out a large black t-shirt and some basketball shorts. âHere, try these onâ and walked over, handing them to me, a slight smile tugging at the edge of his lips.
âLook away!â I playfully shouted while waving my hand to shoo him. â
âOh my gosh, okayâ he covers his eyes like a cartoon character.
Luckily I was wearing some spandex shorts and a sports bra underneath, so even if he did sneak a peek, which Iâm sure he did, nothing too important would have been exposed. On him the clothes look normal size, but on me, the shirt fit like a dress and the shorts touched half way down my shins. âI guess I have no choiceâ I shrugged.
I crawl into his bed while he went to fetch an extra blanket for me out of his closet. At this point, he was already in his sleep attire. No shirt and some basketball shorts. It was hard to concentrate when he was standing there wearing nothing but shorts. I admit that maybe I was staring a bit longer than appropriate.
âYou like what you see?â he says in a cocky tone, chuckling at my embarrassment.
âShut up, you are so annoyingâ I scoff and roll my eyes, laying back down on the bed.
âHaha okayâŠâ he smirks as he stands up from the closed with the blanket in his hand. âHopefully this will keep you warm enoughâ he said, covering me with the big piece of fabric.
âThank you, Sunghoonâ I said, turning over to attempt to catch some sleep. He set up a little bed on the floor with a blanket and a pillow right next to the bed and layer down as well.
After sometime of just listening to the sound of the crickets outside, the quiet noises of the street, cars passing by, the occasional chirp of a bird. The atmosphere was rather peaceful, comfortable almost. I couldn't help the small smile forming on my face as I lay my head on my arm.
My brain kept drifting away from sleep, my thoughts constantly drifting back to Sunghoon. My heart rate was rising with every second that passed, I tried desperately to calm myself down, not wanting to give any indication that I was starting to get aroused. The more I listened to the sounds outside, the more I felt the overwhelming desire to be wrapped up in his arms. Just to feel him hold me.
I sigh deeply, rolling over onto my side and facing him. The soft glow of moonlight illuminating the entire room, casting light patterns on his sleeping features. If this was any other day, I would definitely stare at him until dawn, taking in every minute detail of him.
I scooted over to the edge of the bed, just close enough for me to nudge Sunghoon with my foot. âHoon, are you awakeâ I whispered.
His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the brightness of the moonlight leaking through the blinds. âYeahâ he clears his throat. âWhy?â
âCan you lay with me?â I whispered again.
He stared at me for a second, trying to understand what was going through my mind. Eventually, he crawled onto the bed, lying down next to me. His body was hot against mine, making goosebumps erupt throughout my skin, but the feeling was comforting nevertheless. We laid like that in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's presence.
Eventually, it became too awkward and I had to move closer into Sunghoon, cuddling up next to him. âI like thisâ I say quietly, resting my head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his faint scent. He chuckled slightly, positioning himself to where his fingers could comb though my hair.
I mumble, wrapping my arm around his torso. His fingers stopped their ministrations then, hesitating for a moment. I looked up at him from my position on his chest, curious as to what made him stop. I met his deep brown eyes that were focused solely on me. His gaze was soft, yet intimidating at the same time. Slowly, carefully, he lifted my head off his body and held it between his hands. Then he brought his lips to meet mine softly.
He pulled me in closer, gently running his fingertips along my jawline, making my heartbeat pick up in pace. His kisses were slow and sweet, the most tender kiss I've ever had. After several seconds of pure bliss, he pulled away slowly, watching me as if waiting for some sort of reaction. When my eyes fluttered open I met with his eyes, gazing deeply into each othersâ. A smile formed on my lips, making Sunghoon lean in to reconnect our lips again.
He placed his hands on the sides of my neck, holding me close to him, deepening the kiss, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. Our bodies pressed closely together, moving together rhythmically. His hands lifted up my oversized shorts and began roaming across my bare thighs, tracing up the hem of my shirt. We kept getting tangled in each otherâs clothing as we continued kissing.
He reached my breasts, pushing up my sports bra to give them an affectionate squeeze, causing me to gasp in response. My hands moved down from his shoulders and ran up the backs of his arms to his neck, pulling on his short hairs slightly. Pulling on the strands of hair caused him to release a low growl and deepen the kiss, pulling his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly I felt his teeth graze my bottom lip, causing me to whimper slightly at the unexpected pain. When he released my lower lip, he sucked on it, sucking on it harder and harder with his sharp canine teeth. âFuckâŠâ I moan, gripping tightly onto the ends of his dark brown locks.
He took the opportunity to slide his hands under my shirt, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples lightly, causing my stomach muscles to tense up involuntarily. A slight smirk crept onto his lips as he noticed this, but then he proceeded to push the crop top further up on my shoulders before placing soft gentle kisses along my collar bone. He sprinkled kissed on my shoulders and chest and then moved down towards my waistline, placing soft soft kisses along my belly button. His hand started to work its way downwards, slowly caressing the insides of my thighs.
He latched one of my nipples into his mouth, gently suckling the tight swollen bud of flesh with his teeth and tongue. As his hand reached down and slid his middle finger along the underside of my left thigh, causing me to grind against his hand.
He trailed his hand back up to the bottom of my shirts and bunched it up in his hand âCan I take this off?â he leaned next to my ear and whispered. My breath hitched at how sensual he sounded.
âPleaseâ I managed to speak out. He didnât reply immediately, only gave me a reassuring smile before pulling it over my head, only leaving my bra. His lips found their way back up to mine, sending a surge of electricity through me. His hands worked their way to bottom of my bra, lifting it up and throwing it to the side as well. The cool air on my bare stomach and chest suddenly sent tingles all over my body, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps all over my skin. He smiled at my reaction, continuing to caress my inner thigh.
âIs it okay if I take these off too?â he whispered, grazing the waistband of my shorts.
I let go of his arms and nodded my head yes, watching his expression change from relaxed to excited. I watched him pull those off and discard them as well, leaving only my thong on. âI hope this is okayâ he smiled. He was still looking at me with those intense eyes, making it difficult for me to breathe properly.
He removed the last piece of clothing from me, both my spandex and the shorts he gave me, revealing my beautiful skin and perfectly plump curves underneath. He took a few seconds to appreciate every inch of my body before sliding his slim fingers between my legs. Instinctively my knees fell apart slightly, allowing him access to my core which caused his eyes to darken even more. As he gently traced circles around my bud, sending me into complete ecstasy, I moaned loudly, moaning in pleasure as my hips began grinding into his finger tips.
âGod, youâre so prettyâ he whispered, trailing kisses along my cheek. I bit my bottom lip to suppress the moans coming out of my mouth as he continued to stroke the wetness inside of my thighs. âSo perfect.â
He spread my wetness all over his fingers and slid one finger inside of my desperate hole. At first, he started slowly, his thumb circling my clit while his middle finger slid in and out of my warm opening, slowly increasing the amount of pressure until I was gripping down onto his fingers with all of my strength. He increased the speed of his movements, adding another finger, pumping them hard into me. I closed my eyes and arched my back, trying my best to keep a good grip on his fingers.
âShit, youâre so wet angelâ he groans. He took his hand away to pull off his own shorts, with his boxers. His dick spring free, tip raging and dripping with precum. It was big, a lot bigger than I had expected.
I take all of his length into my fist as he continues contact with my folds. âFuck, that feels good, babyâ he says under his breath. I collect spit in my mouth and layer his tip and slide my hand up and down slowly.
I feel a familiar knot forming in my stomach as he keeps a consistent pace pumping his finger into my gushing pussy. âAgh yessâ I moan on his cock, feeling the burning sensation building up. He leans down to place a tender kiss on the back of my shoulder, his warm breath fanning my sensitive skin, causing my back arch even higher. "Let go babygirl"he murmurs against my shoulder.
I let my hand rest against his erection, stroking him slowly, feeling the tip get longer by the moment. Soon enough, I can no longer contain myself as I let the orgasm rip out of me. His name came spilling out of my mouth, followed by a loud moan âFuck Sunghoon, just like that.â I continue to hold on to him as the wave of pleasure takes over me, feeling my muscles start to seize up and my vision starting to blur.
As I'm regaining my composure, he pulls out of me, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. âYou taste so good, princessâ he praises, with sweat droplets forming in his forehead.My face turns red with embarrassment. I cover my face with my palms as I try to control my breathing. Sunghoon chuckles and grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away from my blushing face and places them on his cheeks instead. âDonât be embarrassed, babygirl. That was hotâ he says. My blush gets stronger by the second.
âLet me get you cleaned upâ he suggested, getting out of the bed to go to his bathroom where he kept his extra cloths. He came back with a small smile on his face. He runs the rag between my legs and said âI am really happy you decided to spend the nightâ
âMe too Sunghoonâ my smile only visible by the moonlight. He went back into the bathroom to put the cloth into the dirty clothes hamper.
âNow come hereâŠâ He brings his lips to meet mine once more. He wraps his arms around my sore body, making my face bury into his chest. Our bare skin resting against eachother was so relaxing. His skin was soft, and he was perfectly toned to my liking. He runs his fingers through my hair and begins to massage my scalp, making my whole body tremble. âItâs really late, sweetheart, letâs get some restâ he whispers and kisses my forehead, then rests his chin on the top of my head. As I lay there in Sunghoons embrace, feeling the warmth radiating off him, my eyes gradually fall shut.
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Youâre All I Need (r.c.)
contains: swearing, angst, mentions of pregnancy, family drama.
father!rafe x mother!reader
a/n: if this goes well and finds its way into my busy schedule, iâll turn this into a series! and guess who just hit the two-decade mark.. đđ
summary: youâre sick, exhausted, and barely holding it together while caring for your daughter, juno, alone. desperate, you call rafe, your ex and her father, for help.
who am i to want you now that youâre leaving?
âą
almost a year ago, you and rafe had gotten into a big fight over the summer that left both of you saying things that couldnât be taken back. by the time he was gone, you thought it was over for good. he stormed off and it felt like the end.
that was the same summer you found out you got knocked up.
when you finally told him about the baby, he swore he wanted to be there, for both of you. but you couldnât do it. you didnât his half-assed attempts at playing family. so you told him he could be in the babyâs life, but not yours.
the day your daughter was born, nothing felt real. you named her juno, inspired by a movie youâd watched a hundred times during your pregnancy. you didnât need rafe there that day. at least, thatâs what you told yourself.
and for a while, that worked. until tonight.
the fever is unbearable, heat radiating from your body as you lean against the wall to steady yourself, your legs trembling beneath you.
juno cries loudly, sharp and continuous, her small fists waving in anger from her playpen. juno was only a few months old, but the sounds she made tonight seem louder than anything, or maybe it is the throbbing in your head that is making everything clearer.
you tried to calm her downârocking her, even her close until your arms felt like they might give out but your fever had drained every ounce of strength out of you.
rafe was in the middle of a business call when his phone rang. he saw your name on the caller ID and immediately sensed that something was off. he excuses himself from the meeting and quickly picks up.
âwhatâs up?" he asks, his voice filled with concern and curiosity. âdo you wanna have juno tonight?âyou ask, not entirely aware of what youâre doing. âi donât donât know..Iâm just..â then you sigh. âsheâs been saying âdadaâ all day and she refuses to eat.â
rafe winced at the loud noise. junoâs cries are clearly heard from the other end. it was clear that you were having a hard time, and he felt concerned for both you and juno.
âyeah, ïżœïżœcourse, iâll take her.â he replies quickly, then rafe doesnât waste any time. telling some lame excuse to his clients, gathering his things and completely bailing on the group of people in the meeting room.
the drive to your place felt excruciatingly long, but he kept his foot on the gas, determined to get there as fast as possible. rafe offered you and juno a spot at tanneyhill but since you were too petty towards him at that time, you declined.
He rushes to his car, his mind racing with thoughts about you and Juno. The drive to your place feels excruciatingly long, but he keeps his foot on the gas, determined to get there as fast as possible.
finally, he reaches your home and practically jumps out of the car, making his way to the door and banging on it urgently.
"(name)? itâs me! open up!" he calls out, the sound of junoâs cries echoing in his ears.
when you open the door, rafeâs eyes slightly widen in worry at your appearance. he could see the paleness in your face and the exhaustion in your eyes. he quickly steps inside, his eyes scanning the room for juno.
"are you alright?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. "you look absolutely exhausted. whatâs going on with you?â
âiâm fine, sheâs in my room..â and rafe saw all the tell-tale signs of a fever as he watched you lay down on the couch. he knows youâre not as âfineâ as you claim but doesnât push the issue for now.
a year ago, rafe cameron was chaos incarnate. consumed by his demons, or maybe he was the demon. the outer banks was his kingdom, and as much as you donât want to admit it, the rafe walking up the stairs to go see your daughter isnât the same man you walked away from last summer.
decades of being ward cameronâs son donât just vanish but having a daughter changed rafe in many ways no one thought was possible. heâs more conscious, more quiet, like heâs constantly trying to prove more to himself than to everyone that he was better than the man who raised him.
youâve seen him with juno, the way he holds her like sheâs the only thing that matters in the world.
rafe watches you as you lie down on the couch, he frowns when he sees how weak you look.
he turns and heads straight to the room where juno is crying. he walks over to the crib and leans over, gently scooping up the little girl, holding her close to his chest.
"hey, little one," he coos, his voice soft and soothing. "your dadâs here." juno immediately stops crying as rafe picks her up, her small body calming at the familiarity of his touch and voice. rafe rocks her in his arms, gently shushing her and whispering words of comfort.
"there you go," he murmurs, his fingers gently stroking her soft hair. "no more cries now, iâve got you."
he walks back to the living room, holding juno close to his chest as he approaches you on the couch.
"hey," rafe says softly, his tone showing concern. "you really don't look well." he moves closer, gently resting a hand on your forehead to feel your temperature. as he suspected, your skin was hot to the touch.
you look up to see him with juno on his hip. âjust take care of her for the night.â and your eyes nearly flutter shut.
rafe saw through the way your eyes struggled to stay open. he saw how sick you truly were, but you're trying so hard to hide it.
"damn it," he mutters, his voice tight with worry and frustration. "baby, youâre in no condition to take care of juno on your own right now. you need to rest, and i can't just leave knowing you're not okay."
rafe reluctantly looks down at juno in his arms, her tiny face looking up at him with wide trusting eyes. he then glances back at you, still lying on the couch, weakness written all over your face.
"i will," he replies firmly. "but first, I'm putting you to bed. you need to rest and get better. then I'll take care of the baby."
he heads up and carefully sets juno on the crib for a moment and then walks downstairs, over to the couch, gently scooping you up in his arms.
âput me down..â you whine. "no" rafe replies firmly, his grip on you tightening slightly. "youâre burning up with a damn fever. no condition to be worrying about juno right now." he carries you towards your bedroom, his arms holding you securely against his chest. though you protest, he ignores your weak struggles.
once he reaches your bedroom, he gently lays you down on the bed, making sure you're comfortable and settled. he pulls the covers up over you, tucking you in and smoothing back your hair from your forehead.
looking down at you, he can see how exhausted you really are, the fever taking a toll on your body. but his focus quickly shifts to the crib where juno is starting to cry again, her hunger growing stronger.
rafe watches you for a moment, concerned. the feeling of your skin under his touch tells him how high your fever really is. he glances over at the crib, junoâs cries growing louder.
"stay right here," he instructs you firmly. "iâll feed our baby, then iâm coming back to check on you."
with a sigh, rafe picks juno up from the crib and brings her to the kitchen. he goes through the motions of preparing a bottle for juno, mixing the formula with warm water and shaking it gently until it's ready. he then sits down next to your bed, leaning back against the headboard while he carefully feeds juno the bottle.
his eyes occasionally flick to you, checking on your condition. even though he's busy feeding the baby, he keeps a watchful eye on you, noticing every shiver and every sign of discomfort in your sick state.
after a few minutes, juno is satisfied, her tiny belly full and content. she starts to drift off in rafeâs arms, her small eyes growing heavy.
he carefully passes the baby back to the crib and turns his attention back to you. he returns to your bedside and sits down, his eyes studying your pale and weary face. the sight of you in this state was devouring him from the inside.
your eyes flutter open. ârafe, take her to your house..â then you turn to the side, your back facing him.
rafe looks down at you, gently taking your hand in his own, it broke his heart a little. the fact that you're asking him to take juno now.
"baby," he murmurs, his voice gentle. "youâre still burning up. i can't just leave with juno while you're like this."
it was always like this with rafe. back then, whenever you didnât want him to care for you, when you pushed him away, built your walls high, and told him you didnât need him, heâd force it anyway. he had this annoying way of ignoring your protests, showing up when you least expected it with that hot stubborn determination in his eyes.
if you were sick, heâd be at your door with soup, even if he didnât know how to make it. if you were upset, heâd sit next to you in silence, waiting until you caved. it didnât matter how hard you tried to convince him you were fine; rafe never listened. he cared in the only way he knew how to care; recklessly, even when you swore you didnât want him to. that part of him hasnât changed at all.
âcome on, sheâs your only priority at the moment.â you try sending him away. his grip on your hand tightened a little at your words. âdon't be fucking ridiculous," he retorts, his voice stern. "juno will be fine with me at my house. but you're not. youâre sick and need rest and care. iâm not just gonna abandon you like this. not happening."
âyou donât have to stay anyway⊠youâre not my husband or boyfriend or anything. youâre just her dad.â
rafe bites down at your words. he knows heâs nothing more to you than junoâs dad, but hearing you say it so bluntly still stings.
âno, iâm not your husband or boyfriend,â he replies, his tone sharper than intended. âbut damn it, i still care about you, even if you donât want me to.â
before you can respond, a shiver racks your body, your fever making you tremble. rafe notices immediately, his frustration giving way to concern.
âjesus, youâre burning up,â he mutters, leaning closer to place the back of his hand on your forehead. âwhy didnât you tell me you were this bad?â he doesnât wait for an answer. standing up, he moves to the kitchen, returning with a cool cloth. he gently presses it against your forehead, his jaw tight with worry.
âyouâre in no condition to be alone right now,â he says firmly. âespecially not with a fever this high. you need someone to take care of you, whether you like it or not.â
âtake her,â you whisper, your voice weak. âi can take care of myself. you donât have to do both.â
âdamn it, will you just listen to me for once?â rafe snaps, his voice low but laced with irritation. âyouâre not fine. youâre barely holding it together, and you want me to just walk away? why are you so goddamn stubborn?â
âi donât need your help,â you insist, glaring at him weakly. âjust watch juno. thatâs all.â
rafe exhales sharply, trying to keep his temper in check.
âwhatâs it gonna take for you to get it through your head that you need support too?â he demands. âi care about both you and juno, you idiot. why canât you just let me help you when you clearly need it?â
âand why does this concern you?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. his eyes narrow at your question, frustration bubbling over again.
âwhy do you think it concerns me?â he bites out, his voice rough. âyou really have to ask that? you think i donât care about you? you think i only see you as junoâs mom?â
you manage a breathy smirk, too weak to move but pleased nonetheless. âi knew it⊠son of a bitch.â
âknew what?â he challenges, his tone sharp. âthat i actually give a damn about you more than you think? if you know, then why are you still fighting me on this? why are you so damn stubborn about letting me help?â
your smirk stays on your face, though your eyelids are already drooping from exhaustion.
âyeah, i care about you,â he admits, his voice quieter now. âyou drive me absolutely fucking insane with how stubborn you are, but i still care. happy now?â
when you donât respond, too tired to argue anymore, he shakes his head and adjusts the cool cloth on your forehead.
âiâm not leaving,â he says, and thereâs no point in arguing. âsomeone has to take care of you since you clearly canât be trusted to do it yourself.â
the room feels smaller with him in it, like his presence is closing in on you from all sides. he settles next to you, the mattress dipping slightly, and itâs awkward, too close for comfort, too familiar for what you are now. exes. nothing more.
âyouâre gonna get sick,â you mumble, your voice scratchy and weak. âyou donât have to do this.â
âdonât care,â he says, not even looking at you. his voice is calm, steady. âyouâre burning up. if i get sick, so what?â
you try to sit up, even though your body feels like itâs made of lead and your head pounds with every slight movement. the feverâs still got you in its grip, but lying there next to rafe feels like too much. too intimate. too close.
but the second you push yourself up, the world tilts. your balance wavers, and before you can steady yourself, your head drops against something solid.
his shoulder.
rafe lets out an annoyed sigh as he watches you struggle to get up, knowing full well that you're too weak to stand on your own.
"damn it, woman," he mutters as you collapse back onto him. "what did I tell you? youâre supposed to be resting, not trying to get up and walk around like a lunatic."
he gently wraps his arm around you, supporting your weakened body against him.
"just stay still and don't move," he whispers. "youâre in no condition to be up and about. you need to rest and recover. you know iâll take care of you, right? stop trying to do everything on your own."
rafe gently runs his fingers through your hair, his touch light and soothing.
your hand finds its way to rafeâs arm, fingers gripping him weakly, as if holding on to him will keep you steady. rafe freezes at the touch, his gaze dropping to where your hand rests against his skin. itâs a simple gesture, but it feels like everything all at once.
he doesnât pull away. instead, he shifts slightly, his own hand coming up to gently squeeze yours, his grip warm and steady, like heâs anchoring you.
âyouâll get better,â he murmurs. âjust give it time and let yourself rest. let me look after you for once, okay?â
you think about the way things used to be. sneaking off when you had the chance, meeting him at the beach under the cover of darkness. stolen kisses, the kind that made your heart race. rafe was always the one who pushed boundaries, the one who made you feel alive in ways you hadnât thought possible.
âare you sleeping over?â you ask weakly, your voice barely above a whisper.
rafe looks down at you, the question pulling him out of his thoughts. he takes in your pale face, the tired lines around your eyes, and sighs. part of him wants to say no, to avoid whatever this is turning into, but he knows he canât leave you like this.
âyeah,â he says finally, his tone gentle but firm. âyeah, iâm sleeping here. someone needs to keep an eye on your stubborn ass so you donât try to do chores at three in the morning.â
you let out a weak laugh, but it fades quickly. âyou shouldnât be here,â you mutter, shaking your head slightly. âitâsâitâs awkward. itâll just make things weird.â
rafe arches a brow, his lips twitching into something between a smirk and a frown. âwhy are you acting like somethingâs gonna happen between us?â he counters, his tone light but laced with something deeper. âitâs fine. stop overthinking it and just⊠lay down. youâre not gonna win this argument.â
before you can protest, he gently guides you back down, his hand steady at your back. the warmth of his body against yours is impossible to ignore, but youâre too drained to fight it.
then, out of nowhere, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. the gesture is so tender it takes your breath away, but youâre too tired to react.
as your eyelids grow heavier, your mind drifts back to the first time rafe said he loved you. it wasnât in a quiet, romantic moment, it was in the middle of an argument. his voice had been loud, angry and raw, but it was real. rafe always let things spill out when he couldnât hold them back anymore.
now, as sleep pulls you under, you hear his voice again, quieter this time.
âi miss you,â he whispers.
you donât respond. maybe youâre too far gone, maybe you donât want to. but maybe you miss him too.
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could you write plss write something about JJâs confession and spencer is with bombshell reader and loves her entirely but she gets extremly scared and insecure??
Your usual confidence is shaken after JJâs confession, but Spencer is emphatically in love with you. fem, 1.5k
Spencer gives you a rundown after every case. Not just as a colleague who missed it, but as his partner who he loves. This one comes out slowly. Maybe even reluctantly.Â
Heâs recounting the moment JJ had been forced to tell a secret. âShe told me sheâs always loved me, but that things are too complicated now.âÂ
You freeze in total bewilderment, your mug of hot tea swelling over the rim to warm your fingers. Further overwhelmed, you set it down on the coffee table.Â
Youâre in pyjamas on the couch. Spencer sits in sweatpants on the other end of it, his own cup of tea in hand. Heâs watching you carefully. Youâd felt generously comfortable only moments ago, riding the high of his continued survival, but now youâre feeling sick..Â
âShe told you she loves you?â Â
âThat she was too scared to tell me before.âÂ
âAnd what do you think about that?âÂ
âI think if I never met you, I wouldâve spent half of my life calling after her.â His lips quirk into one of those typical awkward Spencer smiles. âWhat should I think?âÂ
âI can't really tell you what to think, Spencer.âÂ
If he never met you, heâd still want JJ? Or if you werenât in the way, heâd be with her now? Or what?Â
Youâve never been the insecure type, to begin. You met Spencer when you were both rookies trying to establish themselves in the BAU, Spencer as a new member, and you as a hopeful applicant. Each time you liaised, or came around to annoy your good friend Derek Morgan, Spencer would be there, looking cute and lonely as ever. It was easy to become his friend. Easier again to fall in love with him.Â
Not easy to convince him you truly wanted to be with him, but you were persistent, and⊠honestly, youâve never been in love with someone like you have Spencer. Thatâs why JJâs confession sends ice water down your back.Â
He lets you steep for a few minutes, but ultimately canât take the weird silence.Â
âHey,â he says, clear worry in his tone as he puts his own mug on the coffee table and moves to sit beside you, his hand falling onto your knee. âHey, whatâs that face about?âÂ
âWhat face?â you ask, schooling your expression.Â
âThat face.â His head tips to the side.Â
âIâm not making a face.âÂ
âI know youâŠâ he says, a tenderness to him as his hand slips under your leg, his fingers pressing into the softest skin behind your knee.Â
âWhat else did she say?âÂ
He nods with understanding. âShe said she was too scared to say it before, and that things are complicated now, I guess because everythingâs changed so much.âÂ
âShe has a family.âÂ
âAngel, even if she didnât, you think that would make a difference?â He finds your hand for kissing. âWhat do you think I said to her? I love you. I told her I love you, she already knew that, but I told her again. I said thereâs nothing complicated about it.âÂ
You stare at him.Â
âNothing complicated about it,â he repeats, pressing your kissed hand to his neck and covering it soundly with his own. Â
Youâre not expecting the insecurity of it. You and Spencer have never been on surer footing. Every day with him seems to guarantee the next. He just has to look at you and you know heâs your person, but you forgot he could just love somebody else if he wanted to. You forgot he even liked JJ to begin with. This sudden reminder is like having your legs kicked out from under you.Â
You panic.Â
âI love you,â he says, your hand moving down, pressed with fever to his chest. âMore than anyone.âÂ
âI love you too⊠I justâ I guess I thought JJ was my friend,â you say.Â
âShe is. She said she needed something that would shock the UnSub⊠I donât think she expected anything to change. We just needed to get out of there.âÂ
He almost died and youâre thinking about JJ. Shit, JJ couldâve died.Â
You bow your head. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âOh, no, for what? For what?â He sandwiches you to his side. âIâm sorry, itâs not fair. It puts you in a bad position. But you donât have anything to worry about, I love you, and I donât have any feelings for JJ.âÂ
You wonder if thatâs true.Â
Youâre being unlike yourself. Embarrassed, you hide your face in his collar and let him hug you gently.Â
âSorry.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â he says, âI have no idea what to do right now.âÂ
Insecurity isnât your style, but itâs not something that can be helped. You have, through everything, pioneered desperately to put your best foot forward. You wear clothes ordered to fit and then tailored for good measure, you take care of your appearance in a way that others might find objectionable. Who you are outwardly is just as important to you as the inward, which makes this all the worse. You hate being out of control.Â
Spencer can make it better, despite his insistence on cluelessness. âYou know it could never be anyone else but you, right?â he asks softly.Â
âSorry, Iâm just⊠Iâm not angry because she didnât have a choice, but do you really believe she didnât mean it? She couldâve made up a hundred different lies.âÂ
âI think she meant it,â he says, still speaking softly.Â
âYou understand why that would freak me out, right? If you never met me, you could be with her.âÂ
âI canât imagine a universe where we donât meet,â he says.Â
Spencer delivers it with that sincere yet shy honesty that he tends to say many things. Like itâs simple, like heâs aware of how cleanly cut it is, and like heâs worried you wonât agree with him.Â
You try not to act so small, straightening your back, and sewing an arm behind his neck and over his shoulder. Youâre not feeling a hundred percent just yet, and so you press your forehead to his cheek, his hair kissing your ear. Spencer drags your leg across his thigh and lets you stew for a little while.Â
âI donât want to be with JJ.â He squeezes you closer, nearly has you in his lap. âIs that what youâre worried about? If I never met you, I wouldnât want to be with her, because she had no interest in me, orâ or maybe she did, but she didnât show it. I know exactly what it feels like now to be loved without remorse, toâ to never be told Iâm too much. JJ is one of my best friends in the whole world, but youâre my heart. Youâre the only person whoâs ever liked me for me, all of me, even when I know it wasnât easy.âÂ
âItâs always easy,â you murmur.
âThatâs not the only reason I love you, but itâs important. JJâs smart and sheâs beautiful and sheâs such a good mom, but sheâs not you. She could never be you, and I donât want anyone that isnât you.âÂ
You donât want him to say cruel things about JJ and youâre glad when he doesnât, but you definitely need his assurance that he prefers you. Then you feel silly, because itâs your bed he comes home to, your hip heâs caressing as he waxes poetic for you.Â
You feel less like he doesnât love you and more like youâve made a fool of yourself for even suggesting it. âAm I your best friend?â you ask (childishly, depending on who you ask).Â
âYouâre my best friend. Youâre the best friend. Every day I get to be with you is perfect.âÂ
âThatâs really romantic,â you mumble, nearly not quite kidding as you rub the tip of your nose into his cheek.Â
âYou bring it out of me.âÂ
You sigh and wrap your arms around him tightly. âThanks, Dr. Reid. I think you fixed me.âÂ
âYouâre still making a face.âÂ
âYou almost died today, baby. JJ isnât the sole thing on my mind.âÂ
âAlmost died is an exaggeration. We almost die all the time.âÂ
You sniff his hair at your discretion. When he holds you like heâs doing now, you realise you have no need to worry. How can he squeeze your soft sides and chase your nose with his if he doesnât mean what he says? Spencerâs not like that.Â
âIâm sorry I overreacted,â you say.Â
âI donât think you did. But would you feel better if I say itâs okay? Because itâs okay. Iâm sorry for telling you something I knew would upset you, but we donâtââ
âHave secrets, I know.âÂ
You give him a teeny kiss by his ear.Â
âThank you,â he murmurs pleasantly.Â
You press another right on top of the first. Slower, you peel away to stroke his hair. His eyes hold all the proof you need âyouâre loved without competition.Â
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Whoever decided to ring her doorbell in the middle of a midnight thunderstorm was either a serial killer or a poor soul stuck out in the rain. Either way, she still felt sorry enough for whatever poor bastard was stuck outside and decided to open the door, but her expression dropped into annoyance when she saw the man leaning against the doorframe.
âHey,â he murmurs, gazing at her. âLong time no see.â She starts to close the door and he sticks his foot in it. âWait, please, donât close me out.â
âLike you did to me,â she retorts, opening the door. âWhat do you want, Simon?â
He glances back towards the rainy street and hefts his rucksack higher on his shoulder. âTo stay the night.â
âSeriously?â
âPlease?â He begs and she pausesâSimon Riley wasnât a man who begged often.
She gazes at him a moment longer before sighing and opening the door. âClothes and shoes off at the door. Mask too. Youâre soaking wet.â
âWhat gave you that âint? The rainstorm?â
Turning, she shoots him a glare. âIâm letting you stay the night despite you breaking my heart. Iâd be a little less sarcastic.â
âSorry,â he mutters, starting to strip his clothes as he shuts the door behind him. He hands her his clothes, standing in his boxers, then cups the front of himself and asks. âYou wouldnât happen to have any of my clothes shoved in the back of your closetâŠwould you?â
âBottom drawer in the chest of drawers.â
âYou kept my clothes? Aw, you still carââ he falls silent when she glares at him. âGoing now.â
As she disappears into the laundry room, she calls out, âWhat did you do, walk here from the base? You know Birmingham has cabbies, right?â
âIâm not wasting money to drive twenty minutes when I can walk within an hour.â
âYou know youâll get sick from this.â
âWiveâs tale. Canât get sick from the rain.â
âSmart-ass,â she retorts, shoving his clothes in the dryer.
He comes around the corner, leaning against the doorway with a hand towel thrown over his shoulder, short blonde hair sticking up in all directions, evident heâd dried off with it.
âThat is a decorative towel, not for use.â She glares at him. âYou know that too.â
âYou moved the other towels.â
âOh, for godâs sake,â she mutters, then looks at him, eyes trailing down to where the sweatpants hung low on his hips. âPut a fucking shirt on, floozy.â
âI couldnât find one,â he replies with a small smirk. âYou mustâve used âem for fuel for the fireplace.â
She stands up straight and walks up to him. âWhy are you here, Simon?â Her voice is quiet, calm, waiting.
He looks down at his feet, shifts his weight and murmurs, âMissed you.â
âYou left me.â
âI know.â
âYou start going to therapy yet?â She asks and he purses his lips.
âSAS doesnât exactly offer therapy, yâknow that, right? Not exactly âow we operate.â
She crosses her arms over her chest. âYou know I asked that friend of yours, what was his name? Soap? He said that the SAS offers routine psychiatric care and therapy. He also happened to mention you conveniently manage to get out of it every single time.â
Simon lets out a grunt and pinches his brow. âSoap canât mind âis own fuckinâ business.â
âHeâs your friend. And he was also drunk.â She waves a hand. âRegardless, you havenât done the one thing I told you that you would have to do if you wanted to come backâno, when you came crawling back.â
âI donât need therapy. I just want a second chance.â He shifts to his full height, looks at her with a pleading look. âThings were good between us, love. You know they were.â
âSure, when you werenât shutting down when you were hurting emotionally or running off to God knows where when you had a mission and didnât leave me a notice.â
Simon sighs. âI was protectinâ you. I didnât wanna drag you into all the shit I âave to deal with on a daily. I didnât want you to have to put up withâŠall ofâŠâ
She gives him a hard look. âSimon Riley, what part of me gave you the notion that I ever need to be protected or sheltered from what you do?â
He swallows thickly and gazes into her eyes. âLoveâŠyouâre too pure for me. What I doâŠyou donât need to know the horrors Iâve committed. YouâreâŠyouâre too beautiful for such things.â
âYou mean how you kill people with no emotion? How youâve taken lives with your bare hands? How you shove so much of yourself down into the black hole until thereâs no humanity left but âGhostâ, the hollow killer?â
Simon stares at her, throat bobbing as he replies, âI canât drag you to hell with me, it would kill me, love. What ifââ
âDo you know the moment I knew I was in love with you?â She interrupts and he falls silent. âI was sick that one day a year ago, bad sick. And you told me not to go into work, but I didnât listen and when I came home early, I could barely walk straight.â She places a hand on her hip. âAnd you helped me into the bathroom. Ran a bath in the dark, lit a few candles and you bathed me. Washed my hair. Took care of me. You were so gentle and so loving. Like a priest tasked with cleaning his alter, you cleansed me and made me feel safe.â
He shifts uncomfortably but his body language is anything but repulsed; itâs soft. âYou started cryinâ when I was washinâ your hair. Thought I got soap in your eyes. But you said you just felt so loved.â He smiles then. âYou were like a kitten really. Could barely lift your head. So tired and weak.â
âMhm. And then you tucked me into bed and crawled beneath the covers with me. Laid up beside me, never once acted sexual. JustâŠcaring.â She looks at him. âDo you remember what I said to you before I went to sleep?â
âNo,â he mutters but he looks up at the ceiling and she knows heâs lying, itâs his tell-tale sign.
She gives him the benefit of the doubt and closes the distance between them, lays her hands on his chest, and says, âI said, âThis is the real man beneath all that coldness. The real Simon. The one I knew I loved more than anything. No matter what.ââ
Simon shudders beneath her touch, feels weak in his knees like he might drop to his and worship at her feet, beg for forgiveness like a sinner in confession. His chest aches, tightening as the words tear violently at his chest, a reminder that he left one of the only good things to ever come into his life, all because he was too afraid to let the walls come down, too afraid to be vulnerable, too afraid to risk being hurtâbecause if she hurt him, heâd never come back from it. In the end, heâd felt like a fool trying to protect a damsel who never needed saving in the first place; and he was left with the realization that sheâd been protecting him the entire time.
âI know what you do, Simon. I know itâs hard, even if you donât think it is. I know that no matter how you push your humanity down into that hole that itâs still there. I know killing someone takes something from you every time but, Simon, Iâm not your enemy. I love you.â Her eyes are calm, but her voice is firm. âAnd I will not stand on the outside of the lines under some guise of protection. You either be upfront and honest with me about everything or you leave, and you donât come back.â
Simon knows sheâs asking him to choose now, and he feels that creeping anxiety rise in his throat like bile until he manages, âCanâŠcan we talk about everything in the morning?â
She sighs and pulls her hands away. âYeah, I guess so. Sheets and blankets are in the hall closet. You know where the couch is.â
âYouâre not going to let me sleep in the bed?â He sounds incredibly offended.
âCouch, Riley.â
âYeah, yeah,â he grumbles, but he canât help but smile when she sets the bedding out on the couch for him. âGoodnight, love,â he murmurs as she passes, and her shoulders tense and she waves a hand.
âGoodnight, Simon.â
He sits on the couch for a few moments, watches the rain splatter against the window, the clock ticking on the wall, before he pulls out his phone and simply types, âI love you,â and sends it.
Itâs quiet for a solid ten seconds before he hears, âYou absolute bastard!â From the bedroom followed by, âGet in here!â
Simon gives a victory dance as he clears his throat and attempts to look innocent as he steps into her bedroom; she glowers and points to the other side. âYouâre on that side.â
âYou can make me,â he retorts and crawls into the middle of the bed, groaning when all the bones in his body snap and pop.
She rolls her eyes and goes back to her book, but after a moment, she shifts against the headboard, getting comfortable again. Simon lifts his head, watches her, then he moves and lays his head in her lap, his arms wrapped around her hips under the pillows behind her. Her eyes rise to the wall in front of her and she stares unamusedly at it before she switches the book into her other hand and rests her right hand at the back of his neck, gently thumbing the juncture of his spine and skull. He groans beneath her touch, shifts himself so that she has control over moving him, body going slack when she scratches her nails into his scalp.
âYouâre like a cat,â she mutters, feeling his lips turn up against her thigh.
âMeow,â he mimics, and she snorts, feeling him move until his head is pressed into her stomach, face turned so she can see the right profile.
He watches until she puts the book down on her nightstand and turns into him; they gaze at each other, and his eyes gently shut when she cups his face, thumbs brushing over his features.
âYou know Iâm giving you another chance, donât you?â
Simon swallows the lump in his throat and nods. ââŠyeah.â
âBut weâve gotta change. Or else weâll end up back where we were before we broke up.â
âI know.â He opens his eyes and looks at her. âIâve missed you, love.â
âIâve missed you too,â she murmurs, bending down to press her lips to his forehead. âDoesnât feel the same without you haunting my apartment.â
His lips turn up in a smile as she pulls back and lays on the pillows; Simon rises and crawls up her body, his nose brushing hers as he whispers, âIâll do better for you. Iâll change. I swear it.â
âYeah?â
His gaze turns solemn in a way sheâs never seen before as he replies, âOn their grave, I will.â
She smiles softly at him, pulls him down so his face is tucked in her neck, and replies, âGet some sleep.â
âI love you,â he mutters against her warm skin, arms tucked safely around her, body weight comfortably on her. âI love you more than the world.â
âI love you,â she says back, reaching up to turn off the lamp on the nightstand.
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I BET ON LOSING DOGS
àšà§ an unexpected surprise throws a wrench in your relationship with ken
â§.* ken sato x fem!reader, reader is an uriko (beer girl for japanese baseball games), unprotected s/ex, accidental pregnancy trope, angst with comfort, reader gets harassed, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, mentions of injuries, slight ooc!kenji but this is MY interpretation of him, emi makes an appearance, talks about fatherhood, relationship context, flashback heavy, 8k+ words i am so sick for this man
â§.* dawn says: i am absolutely in love with this pathetic milf </3
Life as the girlfriend of Japanâs number one baseball player wasnât as easy as people think it is.Â
The news portals and papers call you a modern day Cinderella, swept from her life of being a simple beer girl, and right into the arms of Japanâs best player, Ken Sato.
Looking back, you never thought you would catch his eye.Â
You, a simple Uriko girl trying to get enough commission to pay off your literature degree at a community college, and him, one of the best baseball players to ever grace Japanâs shore. The both of you were a mismatch made on the verdant fields of the biggest game in Ken Satoâs lifeâand you will never forget the day you first met him.Â
âLadies and gentlemen, the game will begin shortly! Please get to your seats and hang on tightly for the match of your life.âÂ
The announcerâs voice booms across the stadium, echoing the cries and cheers from over 10,000 baseball fans coming to see this legendary playoff between the Giants and the Tigers.Â
Working as an Uriko girlâor better known as a baseball girlâcame with plenty of challenges.Â
There were the heavy bags full of beer that you had to carry up and down the stands, sometimes weighing up to 10kg. The smiles you always have on, the makeup you wear to hide your eyebags from working two part time jobs so you can afford to pay off your literature degree; sweltering heat and a loud, rowdy crowd fuelled by beer from the other keg girls working this cutthroat job.Â
Many of them were wannabe idols who perfected the art of cultivating a following on social media and had regulars in the palm of their hands. Only a few handful shared the same fate as you did.Â
The truth was, you thought it was just another ordinary day at work when you overhear someone whispering excitedly behind the stands.
âI heard Ken Sato has come out of his break to play this game.âÂ
Your attention slips from adjusting the straps of your beer keg and you try to listen in on their conversation.Â
âHe is so cute,â one girl with braided pigtails swoons.Â
âTotally,â another agrees, wearing a baseball cap backwards to show off her petite features and pouty lips. âAnd heâs never dated anyone since coming back to Japan. Maybe one of us could change that for him.â
She giggles, as if it's the funniest joke sheâs ever told.Â
You try hard not to roll your eyes. A man like Ken Sato would never go for one of these girls. He was the type to exclusively date models and actresses, not struggling Urikos selling beer on the stands.
But, you donât dash their hopes, and you follow the rest of them in a line, plastering on a smile and mustering up the courage to charm potential buyers into being regulars.
âLadies and gentlemenâletâs put our hands together for the Giants!â
The roar of the crowd behind the doors shakes through your sneakers, in tandem with the tripling speed of your heartbeat. Electricity sparks through the air, and you can feel it in between your teeth when the stadium doors open and everyone rushes forward, pushing you along the stream of girls ready to break their sales target.
âAnd Sato-san steps foot into the pitch!â
You step out of the shadows, into the piercing bright light of the open air stadium, its magnetic dome rippling above.Â
âLadies and gentlemen, Ken Sato is back in his element!âÂ
You take a deep breath and catch a manâs eye. He nods at you and you smile, making your way towards him with a red cup in hand and frozen beer on your back ready to be poured.
Let the game begin.Â
 âLadies and gentlemen, Ken Sato is back in his element!âÂ
The announcerâs voice booms across the stadium, echoing the cries and cheers from over 10,000 baseball fans coming to see this legendary playoff between the Giants and the Tigers.Â
Itâs the game of his life, and to say that Ken is nervous would be an understatement. He twists the bat in his hands, adjusts his batting helmet and steps onto the pitch.Â
âOi, Satoâremember, donât lose your cool,â Coach Shimura sternly warns him before he enters the game, flinty eyes never once softening even when Ken shoots him a reassuring smile.Â
âI got this in the bag, coach. Just wait and see.â
Shimura doesnât scoff, though the corners of his mouth lifts slightly. After months of watching him play in the leagues, the older man can be assured of his star playerâs credibility.
Giving him a two finger salute, the young man picks up his favorite bat and high tails it to the edge of the pitch.Â
The crowds cheer, their cries reverberating right into his bones. Heâs focused, eyes on the pitcher who assesses him from head to toe like heâs vermin on the bottom of his shoes. Ken resists the urge to smirk behind his visor, eyes on the ball and head in the game.Â
âSato! Sato! Sato!âÂ
He tunes out the cheers, breathing deeply when the pitcher winds his arm back, and the ball goes flying. Narrowing his entire mind on the incoming white blur, he bats and it collides with the hardwood, flying off into the distance.Â
âAnd Sato nails it right out of the park!âÂ
âHere we go,â Ken mutters under his breath, lurching across the bases until he finally hits a home run.Â
The crowd swells like his erratic heartbeat, cheering out his name. Ken gives them a wave, his handsome face plastered all over the big screens, and in the front of the stands, right in the VIP center, his father whoops, raising his cane in exuberance.
Just the sight of the old man fills him with warmth, and Ken doubles back, about to return to his position when a movement on the second bleachers catches his attention.
His sharp, keen eyes catch sight of a man pushing an Uriko girl, goading her on as she backs away, apologizing profusely. He pushes her again, and she stumbles back, dangerously close to the edge of the staircase where she could take a tumble and break her neck.
Ken doesn't know what compels him to lurch right towards her, jumping over the barricade and straight into the stands, much to the crowdâs horror.Â
â... you rejected me over and over againâŠâ
âIâm sorry but this is just my job!âÂ
The red-faced man puffs his chest, and if looks could kill, the poor beer girl wouldâve been dead twice over. Heâs twice as big as her, and the other spectators are too afraid to jump right in due to his sheer size. But, thatâs never stopped Ken Sato beforeâin fact, bigger opponents were his speciality.
âOi! Back away from her,â he growls, and before anyone can blink, heâs grabbing the poor, shaken girl and shielding her behind his body.Â
The crowds are murmuring, the commentators having a field day announcing every movement of his diversion from the main game. The referee repeatedly blows his whistle, but Ken ignores it, his instinct to protect the weak more important than some league title.
Shimura muscles his way through the crowd, and for a second, Ken thinks heâs gonna blow up on him when the older man glares at the bulky man.Â
âGet out of here before I call security on you,â he sneers. âBullying some poor girl because of your delusions. Tch. Away with you!â
The onlookers jeer him, and he has no choice but to scurry away from the game, tail tucked in between his legs unless he wants to face the wrath of every Ken Sato fan.Â
Later that day when youâre washing your face in a nearby restroom, trying hard not to have a full on breakdown that your reputation and sales were ruined, you stumble into a familiar figure who gives you a once over, his mellow voice resonating through you.
âHeyâyouâre the beer girl from before, right?â
Ken takes one look at your red-rimmed eyes and clicks his tongue. âAh. Crap. Mustâve been a horrible experience for you, huh? Youâre making me feel bad, angel. You wanna get some food and then we can talk about it?âÂ
Sliding your eyes over his handsome face, youâre momentarily stunned by those high cheekbones and deeply unnerving violet eyes. His shapely lips and messy dark hair, coupled with his tall, slender build and broad shoulders, makes you suddenly realize that those girls outside the stadium doors were right.
Ken Sato is so cute.Â
âI-Iââ you stammer, and flush, looking away. Did he just call me angel?
He gives you a sheepish smile, devoid of the cockiness and pride youâve heard most baseball players possess.Â
âSorryâtoo forward? I heard girls in Japan were more shy and reserved so you donât have to say âyesâ if youâre uncomfortableââ
âNo!â You exclaim, and then start to panic when the rejection settles in for him. âI meanâyes! Yes. I would like to get some food. With you,â you add lamely. âA-are we going now?â
Catching himself before he bursts into laughter, Ken nods, rubbing the back of his neck.Â
âSure. I know a great ramen place.â
âSold,â you say, a smile playing in the corners of your lips.Â
Maybe you mightâve messed up your commission for the week and would have to defer your dorm payment for another month, but none of it matters to you right now.
All you could think about was how sweet it would be if you could bring back the smile on Ken Satoâs faceâperhaps make him laugh for real this time.Â
âLetâs go for dinner, then,â he gestures for you to follow him, and you swear there are stars in your eyes; you canât stop staring at him. âWhatâs your name, by the way?âÂ
âY/N,â you mumble, and blink when he extends his hand, an easygoing grin on those perfect lips.
âIâm Ken. Sato Ken.âÂ
I know, you want to say, but tame down the fangirling, taking his hand. His palm is smooth, but his fingers have calluses on them from one too many rough tumbles on the pitch.
âY/N,â he turns your name over in his mouth and you think itâs never sounded as beautiful as it does now. âItâs nice to meet you.â
You let go of his hand, feeling his warmth sinking past your skin, making your heartbeat kick up a notch.Â
âItâs nice to meet you, too⊠Ken.â
The rest, as they say, is history.Â
His large palm smoothes down your tummy, drawing you from the brink of sleep and back into a barely illuminated room.Â
You crack your eyes open, one lid at a time, feeling him pushing your hair aside to kiss down the nape of your neck.
âMhm,â your boyfriendâs sleep-drenched voice, still husky and rough, makes something deep inside of you throb. âMorning, angel. Did you sleep well last night?âÂ
Stifling a yawn, you nod, much too comfortable in his luxurious king-sized bed. Since coming clean on the dating rumors, Ken had whisked you away from your cramped dorm room to live with him right on the Azabu hills in his expensive, high-tech mansion.
You still went to school and did your assignments, but the biggest difference was you didn't have to worry about food or accommodation like before.Â
âLike a log.â You lean into his embrace, loving how sturdy and warm his chest is against your back, making you feel protected and safe.Â
âGood morning, Kenji and Y/N. Shall I prepare breakfast for the both of you? Eggs and toast or some pancakes?âÂ
Minaâs robotic voice chirps from somewhere behind Ken, and you feel him grab a pillow, tossing it over his shoulder. It thuds onto the floor, and you donât have to look to know that the Sato familyâs robot assistant has deftly avoided it.
âGive us some space, Mina,â Ken groans, burying his face into your hair. âItâs cuddle time. Weâll call you when we need you.â
âAlright. But, donât forget that you have an interview with Tokyo Today at 11AM. Enjoy your morning, Kenji and Y/N.âÂ
You muffle the urge to laugh, turning around and drinking in the sight of his hazy, adoring violet eyes and sleepy face. Booping the tip of his nose with your index finger, you click your tongue. âDonât be too mean to Mina. She was just doing her job.â
He grabs your hand and presses it to his cheek, breathing in a deep sigh. âNot my fault someoneâs being so enticing today.â
âHow can I be enticing?â You tease. âIâm just laying right next to you.â
Ken rolls his eyes, drawing the blanket down to expose your naked shoulder. âUm, duh. My super cute girlfriend is naked in bed with me. What else do you think is on my mind?âÂ
He loves how your nose crinkles when you laugh, fighting against the urge to kiss you all over for being so adorable.
You place a palm flat on his chest, exerting the slightest bit of pressure and he yields, shifting onto his back. The look of adoration on his face never wanes when you straddle his lap, your hair falling across his face. He pushes it aside with surprising tenderness, a huge palm cupping your face as he strokes the fullness of your mouth with his thumb.Â
âI love you, you know that?âÂ
You kiss the pad of his thumb, basking in his adoration and your pure devotion for him.
âI know.â
Ken arches one dark brow. âNot gonna say it back? How rude.â
You giggle at his petulance, gathering his hands into yours and leaving soft kisses on his knuckles. Ken sucks in a sharp breath when you guide his hands to your chest, encouraging him to palm your heaving breasts. Those violet eyes darken with desire, shooting a dirty thrill right up your spine.
âAlready so filthy in the early morning.â He doesnât protest when you lift your hips, finding his stiffening length and giving it a few good pumps before lining it up to your soaked entrance.
âJust for you,â your feathery whisper gets him harder.Â
Tease. You take him inch by inch, and he has to bite down on his lower lip to keep from springing a high-pitched whine when your velvet walls choke his length.Â
Your tender nipples turn into hard nubs underneath his palms, the planes of your body a feast for his eyes.Â
Kenji thinks heâs never seen such perfection up close.
His large palms fold around your hips, and you let him guide you up and down his cock; controlling the speed and depth, completely pliant in his grasp.Â
Ken makes love to you exactly like how he plays on the field: focused, determined and with a firm grip.Â
Oh, baby. You mewl, crumpling forward so he can catch you, strong arms vining around your shivering form.Â
The scent of sex and skin permeates the room, and youâre close enough that youâre starting to see stars behind your closed eyes.Â
Baby, I canât hold back, he grunts. Need you to come with meâfor me. Letâs do it together, okay?Â
Your thighs begin to tense, head tipping back.Â
His violet eyes darken imperceptibly, drinking you in.
Ken Sato is so fucking in love with you he doesnât know what to do with himself if you ever got hurt.Â
Your soul reaches out to twine with his, your bodies impossibly close until youâre sure your skin is melting into his.Â
A burst of white light rocks your entire world, and your universe goes black, filled with only the sensation of his lips on yours and his warmth filling you up.
Ken holds you tightly in the seam of his embrace, kissing your hair and rubbing his cheek all over you like an overgrown cat. You giggle and he joins you, hazily laughing at your hair poking out everywhere.
The moment doesnât last because Mina pops her head back in, clearing her robotic throat.
âKenji. 11AM. You have half an hour left to get ready.â
He groans, head thumping back onto the pillows, both your bodies hidden under the blankets so Mina canât see what heâs been up to, though youâre pretty sure the super smart computer can sense the pheromone shifts in the air.
âFine. Fine.â
Gently, he nudges you off of him, giving you a kiss on the forehead. Rummaging inside his night stand, he procures a sleek black card and hands it to you without a second thought.
âIâm gonna be busy all day, angel face, so I canât keep you entertained.â His boyish grin sends flutters in your belly, making you instantly smile. âGo buy something nice and have a good day. Iâll see you tonight.â
You nod and pull him in for another quick kiss; this time, Mina hovers by the doorway, her thin robotic arms arranged like a disappointed motherâs hands on her hips.
âKenjiââ
âComing, coming,â he groans, and slips on his pajama pants and shirt, giving you a wink.
âDinner tonight, angel face?â
âLike you need to ask.â You blow him a kiss and he catches it, pressing his palm flat over his heart, simultaneously walking backwards out of the bedroom.Â
Once he turns the corner, you exhale, unable to scrub off the lovesick look on your face.Â
Bringing his pillow to your face, you inhale the soft scent of his shampoo, forgetting the card and just wanting to bask in his presence a little while longer.
After a day of interviews, Kenji canât wait to see you again.
Heâs asked the chefs to prepare something special for you, a chirashi bowl and your favorite mochi to welcome you back from a day of shopping and classes.
His front door beeps open and you waltz right in, though he can tell somethingâs off. Your smileâs a little too tight in the corners, and he isnât sure if the lighting is playing tricks or if your eyes are red-rimmed.
âBabyââ
âKen, I need to tell you something.â
The truth was youâve been feeling off the whole weekâsleeping in too much, having rapid mood swings, going light-headed whenever you stood up too fast. But, the final strike was when you walked into a ramen shop this afternoon for a quick bite and literally gagged at the smell of freshly cooked riceâwhich never happens because you love rice more than life.Â
âIâm pregnant.âÂ
Fumbling in your backpack, you donât look up, rummaging for the small test which has changed your life in a matter of minutes. You bring it to him, noticing his wide eyes and bloodless lips; looking like heâs gone into shock.
He plucks the test from your hands, scrutinizing the double pink lines that cut through him with more pain than any Kaiju claw ever could.Â
Without another word, he sets the test down, storming past you and grabbing his leather jacket.
Your world falls apart at the seams when he canât even look at you, the tufts of dark hair falling across his face being angrily pushed back. Agony rips through your soul, leaving you shell shocked at his reaction, your hands falling uselessly to your side.
âKenââ
âWeâll talk about this later,â he cuts you off.Â
You hear a mechanical whirl behind you, Mina coming to your rescue.
âKen? Arenât you going to have dinner with Y/Nâ?â
âLater,â he snaps at her, and you donât think youâve ever seen your tender-hearted boyfriend look this angry; a dark cloud hangs over him, thundering across this room and bringing you right into the eye of his disappointment.
Tears sting behind your lids, and you dash at those pesky droplets before they could fall, running after him.
âKen, Iâm sorryââ
âI need time to think.â
You grab at his sleeve, wishing he would just tell you what was bothering him.
âAbout what?â you shout in despair.
Youâre being unreasonable with his request for space, but you canât see beyond the fear of losing him after youâve already lost so much: your parents to a Kaiju attack, your sister to a painful drug addiction.Â
You canât lose Kenji, too.
He tugs at his sleeve back, nearly making you stumble and fall flat on your face. You catch yourself in time, staring at him in pure shock.
Ken curses under his breath, and despite his cruelty, he steadies your shoulders, clasping onto you tightly. Those violet eyes are brimming with anguish, a pain he is unwilling to share with you. From being an open book whose pages you love to read and reread again, heâs now a subject you canât possibly understand.Â
âI need time to myself to think about what to do.â Glancing at the hovering robot, he sighs. âMina, make sure she gets to bed on time. Iâm going for a drive.â
Though sheâs programmed to check her Master on orders that do not make sense, her sensors record the cadence of his tone, registering it as pure frustration.
âOf course, Ken. Y/Nâcome and have some dinnerââ
You storm past him, ignoring his squeak of indignation.Â
âWhere are you going?â
Turning back, your lips pull into a terrifying sneer. âDoing you a favor and leaving first.â
âTo where?â His exasperation makes you see red, and you donât reply, huffing and pushing the door open, speed walking towards your old Camry.Â
âCome on. You canât be serious.â Kenji uses his longer legs to effortlessly catch up to you, grabbing your arm.
The drizzle outside turns into a light rush of rain, steadily soaking you from head to toe. Ken canât help the flash of panic at the thought of you driving in such bad weather conditions. But, youâre understandably upset with him and canât think straightâit was his fault for hurting you first.
Heartbreak radiates across your face and he flinches at the sight of tears welling in your eyes. His shoulders sag and he wants nothing more than to reach out to you and hold you tightly to his chest, but you pull away with a sniff and a shake of your head.
âI canât believe I thought you would be there for me when I needed you the most.â
You tug yourself free from his grasp, opening the car door and rushing inside; giving him one last, stinging look.
Droplets of icy cold water trickle down his face, illuminated faintly by the green neon of your carâs dashboard.Â
âY/N, IâŠâÂ
He wants to open his heart to you, tell you everything about the man behind the facade.Â
The wounded son, the struggling young baseball star, the giant hero fighting monsters and the dangers that haunt his waking momentsâŠ
But, he clams up, holding you back from the truth.Â
You exhale brokenly.Â
It was just like Ken to always keep you at armâs lengthâhovering just out of reach. Youâre not sure how long you can stay faithful and patient for him to finally let you into his heart.
âGoodbye, Kenji.âÂ
He watches your car speed down the driveway, round the bend and out of his life. His broad shoulders curl forward, and he wants so badly to kick his bike into gear and chase after you, apologizing for his mistake.
But the part of him that would always remain selfish, the one untouched by your goodness and the harsh lessons heâs learned in this life, nails him to the spot.Â
If he doesnât chase after you, maybe you might change your mind and get rid of it yourself.Â
He shakes his head, a wave of disgust rising in him.
Is this who you really are, Ken Sato? A coward?Â
âKen? Itâs raining. Donât you want to come in?â
Minaâs concern breaks through his destructive thoughts and he sighs. âMina, do you have a view on her? Where is she going?â
The robot pauses, scanning through the cityâs data systems. âSheâs right on Odori-chome. Rounding the bend to Takayo Dorms. It looks like sheâll be staying with a friend tonight.â
As much as he loathes the idea of you being pregnant and having to sleep on some poor college studentâs floor, Ken knows he has to give you space or else youâll implode.Â
âOkay. If she calls, let me know immediately. Sheâs pregnantââ He chokes on that word, and Mina gives a concerned whir. âAnd Iâm worried. Iâll see her tomorrow andâŠâ The young man trails off, pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
âMina, Iâm scared.â
She extends one robotic arm, guiding him inside to warmth and dryness, the doors automatically closing behind him. Ken staggers to the couch, kicking the bottom compartment open and finding a can of his favorite Asahi on hand.
He cracks it open, drinking deeply while Mina floats next to him, vigilant and listening.
âWas dad ever scared when mom broke the news to him?â
To his surprise, Mina chuckles. âWhy donât you call him up and ask him yourself?â
Ken considers it, glancing at his watch. Professor Sato was probably already in bed by now, and he didnât want the old man grilling him on his poor life choices so late in the night.
â... Iâll do it tomorrow. After the playoffs.â
Mina titters and floats in front of him.Â
âWhatever mistake you think youâve made Ken, I know you will have the courage to solve it. You are not like the person you were beforeâyouâve grown. Changed. And when the time is right, everything will fall back into place.â
Her words marginally comfort him, relieving him of the heaviness in his chest. Ken flashes her a weak smile, drooping his head back against the sofa. He hopes to every god aboveâboth baseball and Kaiju deitiesâthat sheâs right.
That no matter how things ended between you two tonight, it will never leave a permanent scar on the future.
âHey, isnât that the guy you said you were seeing?âÂ
Chisa, your roommate from months ago when you still lived near campus, points at the shoddy screen of her twice broken down TV. Sheâs sipping on a beer while spreadsheets and blueprints litter around herâremnants of last nightâs cramp study session which was interrupted by your unexpected return.Â
You lift your head from her couch and true enough, the devil in the form of Ken Satoâs confident smile appears on the screen, making your stomach turn and heart twist.
Flopping back onto the hard couch, you sigh. âYeah.â
Chisa rakes a hand through her platinum blonde hair, stifling a yawn. âYou know whatâI get it. I would be absolutely shattered too if a hot, successful and rich man dumped me for getting pregnant. You just canât win everything in life.â
You want to throw a pillow into her face for such harsh words, but a part of youâthat small, terrified partâhas to agree.Â
âSo, are you going to keep it?âÂ
Her sudden question makes you wish you never asked her for a favor in the first place. While Chisa was friendly enough, it was her sharp tongue and blunt nature which often led you two into mini arguments back when you were still living with her.
âI donât know,â you tell her truthfully, sitting up and feeling a pang of hunger course through you. âItâs not like I can afford a baby right now withoutââ Your throat swells, the words caught behind a lump.
Chisa has enough grace not to comment on the tears glossing in your eyes. She turns her attention back to the screen to let you rub them away, raising the volume to drown out your quiet sniffles.
The both of you watch the sports segmentâher, completely engrossed, and you numbly tracking Ken's every movement on the pitch. Itâs a livestream from one of his games happening this morning, the very first game you wonât be cheering him on from the stands.
Without much thought, you touch your belly, wondering if the little life in there could see his or her daddy on screen. The reality that this would be the only way they could meet their own father makes you tear up again, and you reach for your dead phone, needing to at least hear his voice again.Â
It didnât matter if Ken Sato didnât want you in his life or if he refused to acknowledge the child youâre carrying as his. You just needed to know he would still be there for you.
Hooking it to a cable, you switch your phone back on, and instantly, a stream of messages swarm in.
I know you never liked it whenever I asked Mina to keep an eye on you, but she told me youâre rooming with a friend. Chisa, right? I hope she doesnât make you sleep on the floor.
Another text.Â
Yikes. Reading that again, I sound like an absolute dick. What I meant to say was that I hope youâre comfortable and you can rest well. I know the way we ended things was messy to sum it up, but I really hope this wouldnât be the last time we see each other.Â
The last text, sent around one in the morning, three hours after your epic fight, reads:
I miss you. Goodnight, baby. Sleep well.
You lift your gaze to the TV again, and start to notice the dark circles under his eyes. The hard set of his mouth. Ken still loves meâhe still wants this. Your heart leaps, and you turn your attention back to the screen, typing out:Â
I miss you. Iâm sorry. IÂ
A sudden tremor rocks the house, and your phone goes clattering to the ground. Chisaâs loud yelp rings through your mind as the shakes get more and more intense, as if it's getting closer.
Outside the dorms, screams erupt and alarms blare. The symphonic pattern of the warning is unmistakable: there is a Kaiju nearby.
You lurch to your feet, dragging Chisa by the arm, jolting her into action.Â
The sound of hundreds of feet running in one direction burns through your mind; Chisaâs arm is a constant around you as she drags you down the road, trying to find shelter from the impending danger.Â
Itâs a lizard or moth hybrid with a wide wingspan and sharp rows of teeth. Youâve seen news reports of Kaijus before, but youâve never dared to think you would see one up close. Spikes adorn its tail which goes crashing into buildings and houses, debris raining to the screaming crowd below like a reckoning halestorm.
Car alarms blare, in tandem with the rising panicked screams of hundreds of students and teachers who were caught off guard by this sudden attack.
âLook!â Someone yells, and in the distance, you see a human-like shape approaching fast.Â
âUltraman!â
âHeâs here!âÂ
âHeâs here to save us!â
Chisa, whose lips are bloodless and cheeks pale with fright, leads you up the stairs of the business school building, where you both can find higher ground to avoid the falling debris.
In your panic, you trip on a large rock and tumble to the ground, a loud, ominous crack resounding throughout this concrete cube youâve both locked yourselves in.
âShit!â Chisa bends down to inspect your ankle. She tries to lift it, but a searing pain cuts through your entire body, your shriek of agony making her flinch. âFuck. Oh, fuck. This isnât good. This isnâtââ
Boom!
The doors of the building fly off, and the monster sticks its muzzle inside, sniffing around for its prey. Having scented you and Chisa, it releases a loud screech, and before both of you could even blink, the roof flies off, its sharp talons reaching inside and grabbing you.Â
The sudden loss of gravity strains your broken foot and you scream in agony and fear.
âY/N!âÂ
As the monster lifts you right to its face, you thinkâthis is it.Â
Every nerve in your body is frozen, your mouth falls open and you mightâve screamedâyou canât hear yourself or feel your body or your hands or even your broken foot anymore.
This is how I will die.Â
âWe interrupt this game to announce that thereâs a Kaiju attack nearby. All civilians are requested to proceed to the nearest emergency exit. We interrupt this game to announceââ
As the stadium erupts in chaos, Ken hears the worst news his nightmares could conjure when someone screams: âThe Kaijuâitâs attacking Takayo University!âÂ
His mind goes into overdrive, his body catching up as he feels the familiar muscles stretching and pulling, turning him into a 50-foot gargantuan hero. Mina chirps to life, and heâs never heard a robot sound so serious before.
âKen, Gigan is approaching Takayo University. I canât seem to get a hold on Y/Nâs signal. I think her phone is switched off.â
Damn itâdamn it all to hell!Â
He pushes his body to the max, racing towards your direction, hoping against all hope that you were somewhere safe.Â
The young hero wouldnât know what to do if he lost you.
âHer messages were all gray yesterday. Her phoneâs out of juice,â he snaps back. âRun a search on Chisaâs signal. They should be together.â
âAlright,â Mina whirs. âChisaâs signal: located. Theyâre at the Business Faculty Park. I have sent you the coordinates.â
A flash of numbers and lines appear in front of him. Ken reads them quickly and nods. âGot it. Mina, alert dad and tell him Y/N might be harmed. Prepare the base, if needed. If sheâs gone, Iâll lose my fucking mind.â
Mina doesnât comment on his languageâshe chirps back, âNoted. Calling Professor Sato now.âÂ
He sees it thenâGigan the monster whoâs stomping around and has something in its grubby claws.
âMina, I see it. Iââ
Ken thinks the light is playing tricks on him. Thereâs a flash of a familiar sheen of hair, a smaller figure held inside Giganâs monstrous grip.
âMina, enhance visibilityâwhat is it holding?!âÂ
The sight enlarges, and Ken gasps. His shock turns into anger, and heâs taking off towards the beast, not caring of anything else in his path as he summons all his anger into a fist and knocks the giant lizardâs head backwards. Giganâs grip loosens and Ken rushes forward to catch you, holding you tightly to his chest with one hand.Â
With the monster down for a moment, he glances at his palm, unfurling his fingers to find your pale, frightful face staring right at him.
âUltraman,â you gasp, and his heart breaks when he notices streaks of tears running down your face.Â
You mustâve been scared shitless for your life.
âAre you alright?â The tenderness seeps through his tone, and he canât fight back the cresting wave of loathing and self-hatred when you wrap your arms around your midsection, nodding tearfully.
âI-Iâm fineâlook out!âÂ
He holds you to his chest, careful not to crush you in his grip as he spins around, deftly avoiding Giganâs tail as it careens right into his face. The Kaiju raises itself on its hind legs, releasing an earth shattering roar.
Ken cringes back. He needs to find you a safe spot; he canât bring you into battle like this.
Sprinting away from the carnage, all the screams and fear fade into the distance, his mind hellbent on getting you to safety.
Finding a relatively high rise building thatâs been torn apart by the Kaiju and left for ruin, he gently unfurls his hand, placing you back on solid ground as if youâre a Lego figure he needs to safekeep.
You drop to your knees, unable to hold yourself up. Ken sweeps his gaze over you, and without thinking, says: âMina, run a scan on her. Is she safe?âÂ
Loyal to a fault, she follows his orders, coming to a hard pause when your screech reaches both their attention.
âMina?! Hang onââ
Despite his sheer size and how tinier you are in comparison, Ken flinches when you march up to him, looking right into his glowing eyes.
The masked hero whose identity has been hidden since the day he assumed the role of Tokyoâs protector, freezes like a deer caught in headlights and for a moment, nothing exists in this world besides your eyes on his. You reach out, tips of your fingers caressing his armored cheek.Â
As if an unspoken truth comes to light, your eyes widen, and you touch both hands onto his cheek, skimming them across his nose. Those wide, luminescent eyes slip close, like he's enjoying your touch.
âItâs you.â Your choked gasp tears at his soul, and Ken opens his eyes to find you crying, a palm pressed right to your mouth. âOh my God. It really is you. Itââ
Your knees buckle, unable to hold yourself upright to such a heavy truth. You slide to the ground and he reaches out a hand, letting you lean against his much bigger palm. His heart is beating so fast, he has to remind himself to breathe so he doesnât transform in front of you and canât protect the rest of the civilians from Gigan.
âKen,â you say his name like a prayer, curling your much smaller fingers around his ring one, feeling the smooth armor of his alien skin under your touch. âKen. I knew something was off about you but Iââ
This pure moment of ecstatic discovery is cut off by a loud screech.Â
Ken hears Gigan approach and heâs about to urge you to be safe when you lurch to your feet and stumble towards him.
Itâs a split second of unadulterated heaven opening its white, pearly gates when your head touches his gargantuan forehead. You breathe and he breathes, the both of you suspended in this time and space where it's just the two of you in this worldâhuman and beast, lover and monster.Â
âCome back to me.âÂ
Thatâs all you say, all you have the time to elucidate before heâs ripped away by Giganâs claws.Â
Your cry pierces through his soul, and before he falls, he casts a protective shield around you, trapping you in a blue bubble of safety.Â
But, itâs a miscalculated move.Â
Giganâs tail whips around, knocking the base of the building. One second, Kenâs eyes are locked on yours, and in the next moment, the entire roof falls on top of you.
âNooooo!âÂ
Ken fights out of the monsterâs grasp, using his sheer strength to dig his fingers into the creature's mouth and tear its entire head clean off by its jaw.Â
Ending its life for daring to hurt yours.
This is it.Â
He doesnât care that his father would call this cruelâdoesn't care for the mess and press comments calling him unhinged or for the KDF commending him on his efficiency in killing off a Kaiju.
This is his entire universe coming to an end.Â
The tap tap tap of Professor Satoâs cane on the steel floors of the familyâs underground base barely rouses Kenji from his vigil by your sickbed.
From his vantage point, Hayao easily notices his sonâs sunken eyes, the unshaven chin and exhausted slump in his shoulders. Ken is holding his phone in one hand, occasionally glancing at a message on the smeared screen. His sharp eyes catch an unfinished message, glossing over it as Ken finally hears his footsteps and pockets his phone hastily.
I miss you. Iâm sorry. I
A heavy weight settles in his chest like grease, and the older man exhales a sigh.
Without another word, he takes a seat next to his weary son, placing a hand on his shoulder.
âKenji, youâve been down here for days. You need to see the sunâstretch and eat a proper meal.âÂ
He turns those solemn, violet eyes he passed down to his son onto the faint pallor of a young woman resting in a medically-induced deep sleep inside the emergency pod, her chest rising and falling slowly.Â
Your vital stats on a holographic board floats in front of him, and Hayao stifles a sigh when he sees a tiny, bean-shaped blob hovering in another panel, its features barely formed but already so dear to him.Â
Kenji can barely look at the vitals of his unborn child, eyes closed and head hung heavily as if the weight of the world drags his shoulders down. It might as well have, judging from the mess Hayao had to clean up when his son was too emotionally strained to handle the aftermath of Giganâs attack.
âI canât leave her side,â he replies monotonously.Â
Hayao recognizes that despair Kenji exudes, having experienced it many, many times over his twenty plus years of being a father.Â
Unexpectedly, he chuckles, and Kenji raises his head, finding his fatherâs expression faraway, nostalgia glistening in his rheumy eyes.Â
âOh, I remember the time your mother broke the news that she was expecting you.â
Any mention of Emiko would draw Kenjiâs attention like a moth to a flame. His son listens, patiently waiting for him to reveal the next part.
Hayao smiles and shakes his head. âJust like how you reacted, I was stunned. I had to sit down when she passed me the test. It was the first time sheâs ever seen me speechless.â Grasping his sonâs shoulder and giving it a squeeze, the older Sato sighs.Â
âKenji, there comes a time in every manâs life when he has to sit down and evaluate if heâs the right fit for fatherhood. Any man can be a father, but it takes a noble, patient, and kind-hearted man to be a dad.â
He continues. âChildren arenât easy. Human children, that is. Kaiju ones grow too quickly and already have a set path due to their nature,â he chortles at the memory of Emi, and Ken canât resist smiling at that.Â
âBut, babies⊠They test us. Show us what we lack and how imperfect we are. They have their own dreams, needs and wants. Theyâre loud, messy and take up so much of your heart, thoughts and peace. But, despite all of that, theyâre our hopes and dreams.â Hayao chuckles. âIf anyone were to ask me what my greatest legacy is, I would never say âUltramanâ or the research Iâve done over the years.â
Ken listens to him raptly, violet eyes wide and waiting.Â
Hayao finally looks at him, and in those similar purple orbs, he finds a kindred spiritâsomeone who knows his burdens inside and out because heâs lived through them all for half of his life.
âMy greatest legacy is you, Kenji. My son.âÂ
A wizened finger taps on the screen, and the room fills up with the echoing pulse of a second heartbeat, fainter like its coming from the bottom of the ocean. But, itâs as strong as his own, and in that, Ken feels the anger, despair and disappointment he holds for himself slowly dissipating like steam on a hot day.
âAnd after seeing how much youâve sacrificed and learned from raising Emi, I know this baby would be so lucky to have you as a dad.â
Hayao gets to his feet with slight difficulty, patting Kenâs shoulder.Â
âDonât be too hard on yourself, Kenji. It will all work out just fine. Take it one day at a time, alright?â
Ken wants to ask about the neverending dread, if his father ever feared putting his family in dangerâthe perils of parenting and how heâs going to juggle baseball, Ultraman and being a dad (a real one, this time) all at once.
Like heâs heard his sonâs uncontrollable thoughts, Hayao turns back to give him one last piece of sage advice.Â
âEverything will be okay. You are Kenji Satoâyour motherâs son and my son. You will never be alone.â He glances at your resting form. âAnd she will never leave you. A woman who readily accepts our familyâs duty and burdens is a rare gem indeed, son.â
âBut, mom did the same,â he blurts out, brows knitting together. âShe accepted you with open arms, too. How can you say itâs rare when it has happened before?â
Hayaoâs eyes sparkle as if Ken has finally found the answer to his perpetually troubling question.
âThatâs why I married her.â
He leaves Ken alone to ponder his words, the doors closing behind his frail form.Â
The young man turns back to your pod, placing a hand over the reinforced glass, right over your belly.
Before he can stop himself, he presses his forehead against the cool metal, sighing.
âWell, you heard him,â he mutters. âThe second you wake up, baby, Iâm locking you downâthereâs no shaking me off this time.â
A click. A whir.Â
The world slowly comes back to focus and you furrow your brow, biting back a groan. Your body faintly pulses with pain, like itâs remembering the trauma you suffered through a five year memory fade.
But, your limbs work, and it doesn't hurt to breathe.Â
âHey, youâre awake.â
That voiceâŠÂ
You pry your eyes open and the second you recognize his face, you think you could break down and cry. Soft violet eyes appraise you, slender fingers reaching out to tenderly graze your cheek.
âKenâŠâÂ
He catches your embrace, holding you so tightly you think you might suffocate. The feel of his arms around you is like coming home after a long day, and you think he might feel the same way, his heartbeat thudding erratically under your cheek.
âIâm so sorry. So, so sorry,â he apologizes over and over again. It takes all of your willpower not to tear up at the look of defeat on his face. You cup his cheek, bringing him closer so both your foreheads can touch.Â
âItâs alright, Ken,â you murmur, free hand running through his thick, raven locks. âItâs okay. Weâre okay.â
He cradles your tummy at the reminder, looking like a puppy thatâs been kicked to the curb.Â
âI was so mean to you. And to Peanut. Iâm so sorryââ
âPeanut?â You blink, and he doubles back, scratching the back of his head.
âI, um⊠may have given the baby a nickname while you were, uh, recovering.â
Your lovely, silly boyfriend thought you would be angry when it is the furthest from the truth. âPeanut, huh?âÂ
You place your hand over his, drinking in this moment of having your entire family right here, safe and sound.Â
âI like it. Peanut.â Your smile is saint-like, warm like the first sun rays breaking through a long, dark night. âPeanut is perfect for him or her.âÂ
He doesnât deserve the grace and forgiveness youâve shown him and Kenji thinks that for the rest of his life he wants to atone for all the wrongs heâs ever committed.Â
Your health is his priority, and kick-starting this renewed promise to you, heâs there every step of the way during your recoveryâfeeding you, bathing you, helping you regain your ability to walk without needing a crutch, taking you to physiotherapy classes so you would be mobile again after breaking your leg.Â
He even shows you Kaiju Island with his dad, Professor Sato and him catching up with a now one year old Emi whoâs grown into her wingspan and new abilities. At first, you were terrified to meet the Kaiju baby your boyfriend once raised, but the moment she scented you, she was all over you like an overly-friendly cat.
Her beak presses against the barely-there swell of your belly, and she coos in delight.
Looks like Emi is happy to be a big sister. Professor Sato laughs at that, thumping his son on the back.Â
SiblingsâKaiju and a humanâIâll have to trash my entire research thesis because nothing can compare to this!
You move back in with Ken, ditching your old dorm and studying from home to accommodate your growing belly and fatigue. Your lecturers were understanding enough, though you suspect the Ken Satoâs reputation was enough for them to give you some leeway.
Ken reduces his time spent on the pitch to be home with you and the baby, catching the pressâ attention who start to wonder if the great Ken Sato is cracking yet again. Eventually, it's his old frenemy, Ami, who spots him leaving a prenatal clinic with you one rainy morning after tailing him for days.Â
Your boyfriend literally has to bribe her with two months worth of free Tonkatsu dinners on his card before she lets the scoop go, giving you a sympathetic look that makes you laugh and Ken indignant.Â
Life was back to normalâor, as normal as it could be after finding out your boyfriend is literally a 50-foot alien superhero who fights monsters.Â
One night where youâre both just lazing around on the sofa, Ken decides to show more of his world to you, and tugs your hand, leading you to the underground base which he affectionately dubs his âmancaveâ.Â
There, he asks Mina to pull up an old recording of Emiko on the stands and officially introduces his girlfriend to his mother.Â
âSheâs beautiful, Ken.â You approach her with a fond smile, and his arms wrap around you; heart filled with pure happiness at the sight of his two favorite women in one room. Ken kisses the top of your head and then sighs.Â
âI wish you could meet her, baby. She wouldâve loved you to the moon and back.â
He tells you of the efforts to retrieve her from a wormhole; how he spends everyday wondering if the next time he sees his mother, heâll be just as old and gray as her. Youâre there for his every rumination, every fear.Â
âMy parents separated when I was really young,â he confesses while youâre both lying in bed in each otherâs arms, giving you another piece of his childhood that you welcome with no judgment. âI donât want to be like my dadâputting Kaijus or my career first that I lose the both of you.â
At those words, you take his face in your hands, looking him in the eye as you shake your head. âYou will never lose me, Kenji Sato. Iâm yours and youâre mine. Weâre in this as a team and weâll see this through.â Echoing his fatherâs advice, you grin. âLetâs just take this one day at a time, okay?â
With his past revealed and double identity known, itâs your turn to be there for him in a different way.Â
When the voices of doubt get too loud for him, you donât let him wallow in his misery for long, encouraging him to teach you how to bat a ball or letting him press his cheek to your growing tummy so he can feel Peanut moving around.Â
You meant every word you said to him that night in the tender darkness: you were both a team. No matter how bad the storm hits, you would weather it together.Â
One day, without you expecting it, Ken proposes to you while youâre both watching a movie.
âI canât walk down the aisle!â You pout, and heâs taken aback, thinking youâre flat out rejecting him when you point at your nose. âMy nose will be all squished and the photos will come out ugly,â you whine. âPregnancy noses are a thing,â you try to convince him as he bends over in laughter.
âBaby,â he wipes the tears from his eyes, broad shoulders shaking with repressed mirth. âSquished nosh or not, I still love you, squirt.â
He removes a simple, velvet box from his pants pocket and reveals a ring with your birthstone and his on it. You whisper about a hundred âyes'sâ in response to his âWill you marry me, sweetheart?â; tearing up when he slips the ring onto your left hand and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles affectionately.
âHave I ever told you I love you so, so much, baby?â
Though you have no idea whatâs in store in the future with a man who can turn into a superhero, and a whole new world of monsters, baseball and parenthood to navigate, you thank your lucky stars that heâs right beside you for the journey.Â
âMaybe it wouldnât hurt to hear it again.â
He chuckles and kisses your cheek, the feel of his smile on your skin like the embrace of home.
âI love you.âÂ
âHah,â you look up, starry-eyed and in love as you push his bangs out of the way. âI love you, too, Kenji Sato.â
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you told me your new man donât make you nut, thatâs a damn shame.
closeted/in denial abby anderson x reader
pt.2 here: all mine
tags: internalized homophobia, smut, cheating, tw:owen, fingering (aa!receiving), lowkey sub!aa
A/N: we do not condone cheating here! unless itâs on owen fuck that asshole. sorry i disappeared for 100 years!! hope this is half-decent enough to make up for it. working on reqs i promise!!!! i love you all my sweet angels <333
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it was undeniableâ the tension, between you and abby anderson. your queer sexuality was common knowledge amongst the WLF base, and your reputation as a womanizer quite contributory to the hot topic. on the complete opposite of the spectrum stood abby: top soldier, with the highest leading score in kills, and most importantly, dutiful girlfriend to owen moore.
where she stood on the line of homosexuality was made evidently clear. from the way she scoffed under her breath at the sight of your marked-up one night stands, to her weekly mornings at the baseâs sunday service, you had found an almost masochistic pleasure in ticking her off to your best efforts.
you would catch yourself throwing offhand comments towards your latest hookups when she was in ears range. âmy dickâs better than any manâs, isnât that right, baby?â
in the mere corner of your peripheral vision you would see abbyâs jaw tighten, gaze hard as she refused to look your wayâ her own sort of defiance to your antics. a haughty smirk threatened to break across your face. you couldnât exactly place your finger on as to why you were so enamored with her understated reactions, rather than focused on the pretty, blushing girl in front of you. it became a thrill you craved insatiably, and built up as a wall between you two over the years, bound to come tumbling sooner or later.
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mid-summer now, the longer days and better hunt called for a compulsory celebration. wlfâs central lounge was buzzing with drunken chatter and alight with the golden hue of mini lamp lights.
your childish bickering with abby hadnât lessened up any bit, and to much of your delight, had begun to stir up more volatile reactions of hers as theyâve persisted.
you sat across her now, separated by only a couple footâs distance and a beer bottle, which lay empty and flat on its side.
âspin the bottle? what are we, twelve?â abby scoffed at the idea.
she sat crisscrossed, forearms resting atop her legs, muscles straining against her tight grey shirt, and you couldnât help but wonder how she, the very picture of masc, was so adamantly straight.
âaw, scared, anderson?â you grinned devilishly.
she physically recoiled, as if the very thought of being intimidated by someone like you burned her mind. haughty self satisfaction coursed through your veins, sick pleasure in knowing you could get under her skin so easily. running your eyes salaciously down her figure, you watched as she shifted nervously. cute.
âes solo un juego, abby,â manny says, shrugging.
âwhatever,â she replies, âjust get on with it.â
as the rounds go by, you canât help but take note of the way abby awkwardly averts her gaze from whichever two lucky partakers kiss, no matter the duo. scoffing, she teasingly mouths âpendejoâ after manny stupidly grins into his third kiss of the night. you watch her smile disappear in a brief second when the your turn arises.
eye contact unwavering, you stare down abby as the bottle whirls around, waiting for it to select its next target. you canât quite understand why your heart feels like itâs racing out of your chest the closer the bottlehead gets to nodding the blondeâs direction.
it inches closer. slower now.
a person awayâ and it stops.
âŠon the pretty girl next to abby.
abby releases a harsh breath you didnât realize she was holding, chest rising slowly as she catches some air. you blink.
you cross the short distance between the two of you crawling, abby eyeing you down, before swerving your course of action in the last moment to land yourself in front of the girl next to her. without a momentâs hesitation you tug her in for a kiss, or no, multiple kisses as you tongue the girl down hungrily. she groans into it with a matched eagerness, desperate to get a dose of your infamous mouth.
your eyes flicker open between kisses, expecting to get an eyeful of the top of the blondeâs head, but youâre met with quite the opposite. the piercing stare of none other than abby anderson sends a chill down your spine. her breath hitchesâ she looks like sheâs been fucking caught. and as tempting as the girl in front of you is, you canât tear your gaze away from her.
you begin to dominate what is now a full-blown makeout session, eyes darkened, breaths unsteady, hands pulling. she just watches, bound to the floor. you watch her watch. and you want her to want it.
you pull away with a final tug on the girlâs bottom lip, feeding off the way abbyâs eyes follow the action. someone wolf-whistles in the background, but, even flustered now, you canât shake the undeniable tension between yourself and abby.
the rhythmic thumping of blood rushing through your skull acted rather as a barrier between your awareness and the continuing rounds. thankfully, you were left as a mere onlooker, free of any further unwanted attention.
abby had gone back to staring at her lap, you discovered, watching intently as she picked a stray hair off her jeans.
âhey anderson,â you called over, her reaction immediateâ head jolting up.
her eyes relaxed to a glare once she realized you were the one addressing her, raising an eyebrow in question.
âi think itâs âbout your turn, yeah?â
âyou fu-â
âsolo un juego, abby,â manny cuts in.
with a huff, abby begrudgingly leans over to give the bottle a spin, tapping her fingers against the floor in anticipation.
the bottle stops. so does your heart, for just a second.
you look up. abby looks to owen. the fucking son of a bitch lends no help, smirking, excited that his perverted fantasies have come to life before his eyes.
âcâmon then,â you nod at her, leaning back on your wrists, almost in invitation.
she moves slowly, braid dangling by her shoulder as she scooches towards you, hands coming to a stop on the floor in front of you.
closer now, you can feel the heat radiating off her large figure onto your own, the light brush of her breaths intermingling with your own. yetâ she makes no move to get any closer.
you loop a finger around her neckline and drag her in, teeth clashing from the aggression, noses bumping; itâs no fairytale kiss. but then your tongue licks into her open mouth, perhaps merely by muscle memory, or maybe because you secretly want a taste of more, and she fucking whimpers. so quiet, strangled, from the back of her throat, but you hear it nonetheless, and god, you feel it.
the switch up is almost immediate: abby pulling away faster than you can blink, back in her original spot before you know it, wiping at her mouth. but she was too late. you knew what she craved, and you were going to make sure sheâd have to beg for it.
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the party was in full swing now, majority of the room drunk off of wlfâs own brew, which meant everyone was completely fucked up.
you stumbled over to the serving area, leaning haphazardly over the bar to scan the room without falling over. your eyes caught onto a familiar blonde, seated quietly with a group composed of what you assumed to be her usual patrol friends. sheâs seated next to owen, the fucker, who has his arm lazily swung around the skank sprawled on the other side of him. your eyes are glued to the visible scrunch between abbyâs eyebrows, fingers itching to reach out and press it away.
âwhoâs the lucky girl youâre sinking your claws into tonight?â
your head swivels towards the voice, met with a concerned look from alex, wlfâs residential mixologist.
ââŠyou good, babe?â
âfuckâ yeah, just got a lit, a little dizzy for sec. the answer to, uh- to, your question is no one,â you hiccuped, grinning up at alex as you rested your head against the cold counter.
âuh-huh, sure. iâll let you have your secrets. i wonât pry,â she quips.
you laugh, miming an imaginary lock over your lips before tossing the âkeyâ away. âwhat can i say? iâm a gentleman, alex, no, gentlewoman. i donât kiss and te-â
youâre cut off by another voice approaching the counter, low and slurring, asking for a glass of straight whiskey.
you roll your head over, faced with the towering frame of none other than abby anderson. sheâs closer than you expected her to be, causing you to stumble back a step, and then laugh at yourself, muttering under your breath, straight whiskey for the straight girl.
âi think youâve had well enough, anderson. even with all the muscle on you, man, i donât know how you got this hammered. iâll get you some water, honey,â alex jokes.
abby sulks, spacing out as she begrudgingly sips on her water. you doubt she even notices your presence, using the accidental peace as time to really take in her side profile. sheâs stunning, in her own, amazonian sort of way. especially now in the hazy golden light of the lounge, the sweaty blonde strands framing her face made her appear in rather close resemblance to a goddess of some type. and all you wanted was to worship her in that manner, treat her body as your temple and such. perhaps the alcohol really was getting to you.
âwhatâs got you all pouty, anderson? your little boyfriend not doing you any good?â
itâs so comical, the effect your presence has on abby. her head jerks your way at the first breath of your words, and her pinning gaze blows away any of the fog clouding either of your minds.
her demeanor hardens instantly, as she crosses her arms defensively. âfuck off,â is all she manages to spit out.
you take it as an invitation to continue. âlike,â you scoff, âthereâs no way he knows how to hit all the right spots. does he even try to? howâs his head game, abs?â
her look away speaks volumes.
âoh? god, what a dick.â
âhe-â she tries.
â-i could show you a good time,â you ramble, âi can assure you that i know how to hit all the right spots. your spotsâ i mean, only if you want me to.â
she gawks at you, her look half full of disbelief and half full of curiosity. and you can tell that youâve got her hooked.
âi donât need you,â she mutters, but a glance at her thighs pressed tight together says otherwise.
you smirk, placing your hand down that just so happens to land on her mid-thigh. her muscle jolts at your contact.
tentatively dragging your fingers higher, you speak lowly, stare locked, âyou sure, baby?â
the wall comes crashing.
abbyâs snatching your hand off her leg in a heartbeat and dragging you into the closest bathroom, shoving you against the door and pushing her lips against yours.
your tongue is dipping into her open mouth almost immediately, desperate to pull another one of her addicting whimpers out.
âshit,â abby curses in between gasps, before leaning back in to just consume more of you. her hands are searching for any part of you she can reach, grabbing at the meat at your hips, thighs, pressing your waist against hers with a groan.
the feel of your body against her own is so different from owensâ, but so satisfying in a way she canât wrap her head around. you fit into her frame like a puzzle piece, and your touches are needy and selfish, but they donât feel offensive in the way that owenâs do.
you venture a hand under her shirt, tracing along the ridges of her toned stomach, and abby shudders, breaking your kiss to look down at your moving hand. sheâs panting against your neck, heavier now, as you slide your hand up under her bra to cup her chest softly, rolling her hardened nipple between your fingers and watching hypnotically as she gasps into your skin.
with her head down at this angle, her neck is perfectly bared, and you canât deny yourself a taste, can you? youâre sinking your teeth in before you realize it, soothing the marks with a wet lick over, only to tug the skin in between your teeth to suck at.
the quiet noises abbyâs trying to muffle against your shoulder now are sending you into a frenzy, your hands now abandoning her breasts to pull her hips closer against yours.
abby nearly cries at the loss of your direct touches, but stops when your fingers return a place far more rewarding. youâve unbuttoned her jeans now, your hand cupping her over her boxers teasingly, digits pressing over the damp spot in the fabric.
âbet youâve never been this wet for owen,â you laugh, running a finger over her soaked core.
âdonât bring him up right now,â she pants in return, hips keening to your touch as she grabs your face to press into a sloppy kiss.
you push her boxers down eagerly, teasing two fingers by her leaking entrance to gather her slick.
god, abby gasps, and it seems to be the winning word of the night when she repeats it as she watches you stuff those same two fingers into your own mouth, and again when you stuff them straight into her pussy.
her pretty eyes are rolling back into her skull farther with every thrust against her gummy walls. âlook at me while i fuck you dumb on my fingers, abs, look at me,â you beg.
âi c-canât,â she whines, blushing a deep red and burrowing her face into your shoulder.
you slow your pumps, using your free hand to grab her by the braid and force her look at you. âawh,â you coo, pouting mockingly at her gaped mouth, âcute.â
your fingers buried as deep into her as physically possible, you curl them to hit that sensitive spot you genuinely believe has never even been touched once. and with the way abby lets out her loudest moan yet, you cannot believe otherwise.
âthere it is,â you murmur, massaging your fingertips agonizingly slow inside of her, âsee what youâre missing out on?â
her only response is a strangled whimper. baby blue eyes big and pleading as they threaten to roll back with every slight movement.
mhm, you goad her on, âthatâs your g-spot, baby, feels real good, huh?â
she nods her head vigorously, quiet mhmmhmhmâs trailing out from her bitten lips.
ânow if your little boyfriendâs dick is too small to reach it, i guess he canât help it,â you laugh. âshame, you make such pretty noises when i touch you here,â you let out an exaggerated sigh, picking up your pace abruptly to slam into her spot over and over.
abbyâs nearly gone cross-eyed, tossing her head back now as her pussy throbs almost rhythmically with every thrust. sheâs never felt so filled to the brim, so overwhelmed with pleasure, and sheâs too blissed out to even care about the stupid fucking smirk youâve got plastered on your face.
âbut his mini- dick is no excuse for not touching you here,â you continue, letting loose of her hair to finally touch her poor, neglected, pink clit, rubbing circles harshly into the button.
abbyâs heart nearly jumps out of her chest. sheâs moaning nonstop and swearing like a fucking sailor, the combination of your actions almost too much for her to physically bear. after a particularly loud oh god, fuck-please, you have no choice but to stuff abbyâs mouth full with the bottom of her shirt. and fuck, was that the right move; the way her ab muscles flex and tighten as she nears her release, glistening with sweat, is enough to make you let out a groan of your own.
ââm- close,â abby cries around the fabric, hips rocking with your motions as she begins to ride out her high.
âthere you go anderson, you got it,â you mutter, circling her swollen clit faster now as you fuck into her g-spot repeatedly.
mmmmph is all you can make out, as abbyâs walls clamp down around your curled fingers and she digs her nails into your sides, eyes squeezing shut.
her jerking movements eventually slow along with your own, half lidded eyes staring as you slip your cum-coated fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. the moistened fabric falls from abbyâs open jaw as she attempts to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
before you know it, sheâs tugging up her soaked boxers and jeans, shoving past you as she buttons them up and promptly bolts out of that bathroom.
well, that was one way to deal with the tension.
sheâll come running back to you before she knows it.
yikes! i just read that over and yikes! lol uh! sorry guys iâm out of practice!! we love abby anderson though and pray that she gets over her internalized homophobia. sheâs too sexy for allat.
send me more reqs!! not that i need any more but send âem!
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Rafe x sunshine reader âïž
âïž He thought it was a joke at first. The way you would peak in his room to say hi, to give him little treats, to ask if he was okay. You were overly sweet. And it made him sick. Today was the day of Sarahâs birthday party. She invited you, some other friends and of course, rafe.
âRafe!! Go down and help y/n grab the cake out of the car!!â Sarah yelled from upstairs. Rafe groaned and headed out front.
âHi Rafe!!â You wave and he rolls his eyes.
âWhereâs the cake?â He asked.
âOh! I already put it inside!â Before he could respond he looked you up and down. Noticing the tiny ass bikini you were wearing. Tits slipping out the side of your top. âAre you serious?â He asks.
âWhat do you mean Rafe?â
ââŠnothing.â
âïž The whole day he kept an eye on you. Watching as you swam in the pool, how you ate your watermelon and sucked on your popsicles. You had to be doing this on purpose. I mean he didnât believe you were this oblivious.
âRafe?â You entered the back door walking over to him. Wearing his shirt.
âSarah said I could use one of your shirts as a cover upâŠis that okay with you?â You asked, hopping up and down on one foot to the other.
âI mean you already have it on dont you?â
You giggle at his âjokeâ and he watches as you walk away. Ass print visibly jiggling through the shirt.
âïž âSarah tell your little friend to put some fucking clothes onâ
âHuh!?â She questioned.
âLook at her.â
You sat on the couch comfortably with rafes shirt sliding down your shoulder. Knees up to your chin, putting your bikini covered puffy cunt on display. You look back at them noticing the way theyâre both staring at you.
âHuh? Did anyone call my name?â You ask sweetly. Smiling at both of them.
He groaned loudly at your innocence, grabbing a sheet of paper and holding it over the bulge in his pants as he walked away.
âïž As the night gets older more people start to arrive meaning, more men started to hit on you. Rafe lurked from a distance. Eyeing every man that approached you. Noticing how they glanced at your tits and stared at your ass as you walked away.
âHeyâ Rafe said, standing infront you. âHi Rafe!â You exclaimed. Smiling up at him sweetly.
âUm, whereâs my shirt?â
âHuh? You look down and realize what heâs asking about, âoh! I took it off since I was going in the pool butâŠI canât seem to find itâ you scan around the room for his shirt before shortly returning your gaze back to Rafe.
âOkay well, here.â Rafe took his shirt off and handed it to you. His bare chest right in your face.
âO-oh thanksâ
You take it and avoid his gaze. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable with your staring.
âSo are you gonna put it on?â He asked.
âOh! Yeah.â You smile while throwing his shirt on. It hung over your entire body. Looking more like a dress than a shirt. He smirked gently.
âThere, that way people wonât hit on youâ
âHuh?â You asked, not hearing him fully. He groaned and rolled his eyes.
âNothing.â
đ« not proof read so sorry for any mistakes!!
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BOMBSHELL
ౚৠ@cinnamoncunt asked: can we pleaseee get an either art or patrick fic with victoria secret model reader?
Um, ABSOLUTELY ? Letâs do both ! Perfect timing bc I just settled on being a vs angel for halloween since I donât have 2 bfs to do challengers this year. Iâm sick of seeing the girls on my fyp who get to do it so this will justify my envy. đ€
ౚৠsummary: itâs 2006 and youâre the opener for this years Victoriaâs Secret fashion show. But unlike your other fellow angels, you have not one, but two supportive boyfriends just waiting to get their hands on you after the show.
ౚৠwarnings: 18+, smut !, threesome, p in v (unprotected) sex, oral (f) receiving, early 20âs Art and Pat, model reader, womanizer Patrick, shy Art, reader has dom-ish moments, flirty foreplay, pet names, dirty talk, Victoriaâs Secret (the brand) mentions, a song inspo: Long Way 2 Go by Cassie
You mightâve been the only angel backstage with two boyfriends on her radar.
No, you totally were.
And that was fine by you when having the two boys under your wings was your own little secret.
Art and Patrick wouldnât have missed it for the world. With not only their supermodel girlfriend being the opener for the Victoriaâs Secret Fashion show, but fulfilling a great erotic teenage dream â something they both watched together during former years. In their dorm room at the Mark Rebellato Academy, while the other thirteen year olds would be up playing video games, or signing up for extra tennis classes in their free time, those two were glued in front of the tv. Creating a world of their own fantasyâs filled with angel wings and lingering far too overwhelming for them to even handle. Long legs, the bounciest glowing curls and pink bra sets filling the void. Their fascination with gorgeous and exceptionally powerful women at such a young age was far more vibrant than average.
It was what they bonded over from the very beginning.
Doing whatever they could whenever they could to find girls as close to what you happened to be as possible.
So when you came into their life, effortlessly magnetic with your beauty, superb bone structure, glitter dusted skin and a modeling contract â Art and Patrick had been at your beck and call since.
This was your peak. Youâd really been here. Your I made it moment sinking in as you sat in the makeup chair backstage. The chaos of other models and their teams all rushing to get ready for the huge fashion show starting in just an hour tops was comforting to you, as an artist smudged on your cherry blush and the stroke of mascara running through your lashes before you checked your reflection in the mirror. Perfection to the way your curls flowed down your back, to even the careless drape of your robe hanging off your shoulder.
In the distance coming from not too far, there had been tousling wings parting as crew of models jumped out of the way, along with yelps like âwhat the hell ?â and âyou guys canât be back here!â coming from the group of girls.
And of course, it had been your blonde and brunette trailing through the crowd of angels to find you.
You watched with giggles coming from your covered mouth as the most handsomely men approached you. âWhat are you two doing back here?! Youâre gonna get me fired and I havenât even walked yet- -â
Art had a sideways little smile on his face, and eyes set on your face done up in shimmery makeup. You could nearly feel the way Arts heart had to be beating out of his chest just by the flustered look on his expression. Red and a tad dewy in the heat of the other barely clothed with mostly just rhinestones and lace six foot models surrounding him â but his focus was automatically choked up by you. On the other hand, Patrickâs eyes had been lingering all over the place, standing next to Art with a smirk across his lips as he had already charmed a group of angels nearby. Waving to them a bit with his sly attitude being just what they needed to get the fun pumping out of them for the show. As the girls all giggled to themselves and tried their best to look away, the brunette couldnât wait to go yapping to all his friends or whoever would listen about all the hot girls heâd seen tonight.
You were so used to his cockiness contrasting Arts sweetness all too well, it hadnât even phased you in the slightest..
âWe uh- - wanted to bring you a little gift.â The blonde one spoke up nervously after clearing his throat, from behind his back, he revealed to you a full bouquet of pink peonies.
âYour favorite for all that hard work in the gym. The prettiest for our pretty girl.â Patrick grinned as he passed the flowers to you and you had let out an excited little noise as you took them. Your smile facing the two men as they watched your every girlish movement that they adored, smelling the arrangement in front of you.
âI- - you guys are too cute. Theyâre lovely.â
âYou look bad ass by the way.â Art finally let himself breathe before chuckling with a smirk. And you grinned at him, pink colored cheeks as you stand to get closer to the men. Lean and in your six inches, Patrick shoved his hands down in his pockets just so resist the urge to touch you. Just a hip or your wrist. Anything he could while you looked like that. In all the eloquence of a woman that you were. Body so fit to him it was almost painful he wasnât going into a spiral right now.
âPlease confirm this for me angel.. can the wings stay on tonight ?â The brunette licked his lips carved into a smile of his own mischievous thoughts, Art then shoved him in his bicep.
You couldnât help but let out soft laughter as you looked down at the peonies with shyness although your eyes had been full of tease.
âI canât take them silly, theyâre gonna be up in a museum.â You bit your lip as you smiled at your boyfriends. Eyes sparkling under the florescent lights of the room and the pair had collectively sucked in their breaths from.
âAh.. course, course.â Patrick nodded although heâd still been eyeing you up in your pink stripped robe. âI donât think theyâd be able to fit in the limo anyways, theyâre so big..â the blonde one laughed with the two of you, your eyes moved between them before you looked away with a naughty but playful nature.
âYeah, well, I gotta say I like my pleasures pretty big..â your tone was smooth, as smooth as the way your hand then trailed, pink tips touching delicately over Arts belt buckle to Patrickâs leather as you made sure to meet both of the boyâs widening eyes. You turn back to your makeup chair with a little smile.
âHoly shit.â and âOh my god.â Was heard behind your shoulder.
âNow go before you get kicked out.â You giggled. Patrick had knock Arts shoulder so heâd come back to earth and start heading out with him. You waved their way with your fingers and could barely hide your embarrassingly big smile, watching them fawn over you even while exiting.
As the show began and the crowd was roaring, the anticipation backstage was an overwhelming high with the rest of your fellow angels. You were first. And that was a lot of weight on your back. (not just from your wings) the moment you stepped on the runway, and the lights set on you, cheers were heard from the far back of the audience as your gleaming smile took upon your face. In your vs set, glimmering down the runway. You felt the adrenaline move within your hips as you not walked, but glided down the runway in a sexiness that had a sense of grace and girlish fun. Excitement big and bubbling through you as you blew kisses to the crowds of not just other models, but fans, legends. Everyone admiring you.
The front row wasnât absent of familiar faces either because when you found Art and Patrick eyeing each other with proud grins, all the memories and moments of their early teen hoods was like a flashback through their minds. Art and Patrick would shamefully try and hide the way their cocks would tent as they watched one after the other angel strut down the runway. In bliss it was all the wanted to see it right in front of them. Now, that same feeling was on a different level when they got to actually leave with one herself. the moment you flashed a smile at the two boys from the stage before swishing your lace lined hips back stage â they started cheering even more than the others around them. You closed heavenly. And you knew you looked damn good with seven foot pink angel wings behind you.
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When the after party rolled around, it was all of your model friends to pour it up in celebration of a phenomenal show. The other angels had begged you to stay, keep dancing on tables and flirting with the guys at the bar â but your desire had been pulled to have your own little after party. But with just your two boys in attendance.
You let them take over your hotel suit with as much whiskey and champagne as they wanted, more wine and more glasses being delivered to your room would rack up a massive bill at the end of the night that your agents would take care of. You couldnât give a care in the world as youâd been frolicking around that room in your gifted pink set, diamond bra stuck to your chest made you look from another world of heavenliness. Your heels were still strapped on and the r&b from the radio filled the area as you stood on the bed to pose for the camera of your blinged out BlackBerry. You had Patrick snapping pictures, capturing you on your big night. Even if youâd already gotten tons from the show, that just wasnât enough when you had the looks of a goddess.
âHell yeah, baby, thatâs it.â The brunette edged you on as he got you from all angels, knowing heâd send them to himself immediately after youâd gotten your pick. You giggled with a glass of champagne in one hand, and your other pushing up your locks for more volume. Art sipping on whatever he had while observing you from Patrickâs side. Putting on a show for the two boys without even realizing it.
âMake sure you get my good side,â
âAre they not the same ?â The brunette had made an confused expression from behind the phone. You stopped from posing to reach out and laugh âgimmeâ you grabbed it from him and all he could do was grin at the way you had no idea just how much of a true bombshell were. Art sat on the bed closest to you while you pressed different buttons to scroll through the dozens of photos with a bitten lip covered in gloss. The blondes eyes ran over your skin, the way you sat in that little set, and the way he relaxed against the comforter of the bed with a shy grin made you look up from your phone to meet his blue orbs.
âWhat ?â You tittered, throwing your phone to the other side of the bed.
âItâs just, you were so confident out there tonight, princess. Youâre always so.. confident. You didnât even look like a thought of nervousness had crossed your mind,â Art reached out to run the back of his index over your glowing skin and you hid your smile in your shoulder a bit.
âI was so nervous.â
âReally ?â He sat up.
âYeah, opening in front of all those people ? Live tv ? Half naked and in six inch heels ? I was terrified.â
âYou could of fooled me.â Patrick scoffed as he sat on your other side, âwhat Art said.. your confidence. Itâs so sexy.â
âYeah ?â Your voice was slightly silkier as you look from the brunette to the blonde who were only inches away from you now, breathing in your pure seduction they couldnât hide the need to want to get that lacy thong off you immediately. Taste what youâd been teasing them with all night long.
âlike.. what if my heel got stuck ? âŠwhat if I fell ?â
âNo way, your- effortless.â
âBut would you have rushed to save me ?â You leaned in close to the brunette, batted you lashes with a subtle pout. And it was then that rare occasion when Patrick had gotten choked up on his words occurred. You gave him your sweetest eyes, and smirked at the way his vision trailed down to your lips from there. Hands going to slip around your thigh.
âWho wouldnât ?â You then heard the blondes voice come in slowly. He watched you turn away from Patrickâs embrace to now focus on him.
Arts eyes meet yours and that sugary smile you always carry returned to your face too soon. You followed what he laid down. Leaning in Arts path now, your lips landed against the blondes. Slow and with ease you kiss and the tension in whoâd entrance you first was settled. Art slipped a hand in your waves, he moved his mouth against yours like it had been second nature to him and you sat on your knees to deepen it, tongues running against one another and a soft âmmmâ came from the back of your throat as he surprised you with his newfound control over his movements.
Lost in the kisses as your lips smack against one another continuously, the lip stain of your liner now smudged across arts mouth, the blonde groaned. Patrick, felt his hard on grow viscous as he scanned the two of you. And Art, way beyond that point, could of came if it went on just a few more minutes.
You grab on to his curly locks as you pulled him away, softly panting with a smile. Arts lips were lingering nearby as you closed your eyes to peck them one last time before brushing your thumb against his bottom one with a giggle, your view flashes Patrickâs direction.
âNow, are you gonna make me cum or what ?â You sigh before letting your back hit the sheets behind you, leaving the two to fend for themselves at once. You watched Patrickâs digits run over your front side, hunger in his as while feeling up your skin. Art already leaned in to find his place between your legs â the other following when he got the memo. âmmm, you smell like paradise..â Art had his nose pressed against your lace covered cunt. He breathed deep for your sent to fill his senses, and Patrick kissing up your thigh. You observed with a bitten lip as you play with the strap of your bra.
âShe is paradise..â was the brunetteâs response, he nibbled a bit on the plushness of your thigh and you squeal excitedly. Both boys struggle to let the other get your panties out of the way, you were amused to watch them. You just lifted your legs so it would be easier. They settled on the side since your set had been hot anyways. One leg on the shoulder of the other, you felt a digit come in contact with your clit â already letting out a soft whimper. A tongue laid a stripe up your cunt, and it felt like sweet relief.
Art took his time with going from kissing to lapping at your core, setting his tongue flat then flicking up to your folds, Patrick focused on your clit. Sucking till his lips find their way to eating you in rhythm. Your eyebrows knit together as you let out a higher pitched noise and stuffed your hands into their hair, the overwhelming sensations washed over you. Moans echo clean from your throat. âoh- yeah⊠good boys.â you heard more groans vibrate from your core and that made you grin. All while now reaching for the pillows above your head as the boys make your legs shake and tremble. You gasp, muttering curses under your breath.
They were too good just oral wise. It had your nails clawing at the sheets in no time as they let all their craving for you out on your pussy, it pushed you into a climax fast.
âMmm, yes- - fuck !â you whine as you start to cum on the tongues that were fucking into you, even their licking and sucking after your soaked cunt made you shutter. Your grip on the sheets letting up slowly as you came down with a soft sigh. Art rubbed the back of your thigh as he leaned up with the other, they both sat back with their chests heaving and very visible bulges showing from behind their jeans.
You cracked a honeyed smile. âOkay. Let me see those cocks.â You rise to your elbows after the order and the men take no hesitation to get their buttons undone. Your smile turning to a darker smirk soon enough in anticipation.
âShe wants to play, huh ?â Artâs lips curled into a grin as he looked up at you whist shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs, Patrick already way ahead of him as he chuckled,
âAlways a bad girl under all that sweetness,â the brunette joked as he playfully pulled on your foot and you yanked it away with a giggle. âYou know I canât help it.â You lean up to see the sight in front of you. Both men hard enough to keep you up till sunrise and your eyes light up right then. âOh, look what we have here..â your tone was playful as you got closer, keeping an eye on them but also the way both their pretty cocks stood in excitement for you.
Reaching out you went to Patrick first. Letting your soft but experienced hand stroke him a bit, just to feel his thickness grow in your embrace.
âShit..â the word slips from him and you sucked in your bottom lip as you went to work, innocently watching his expression as you stroked him so calmly but with devotion.
âYâknow⊠I never got a kiss.â The man uttered and you scoffed kittenishly before hovering your lips above his, smooching just once before Patrick went in hot, reaching behind you to palm at your ass and inch you forward to him. You yelped mixed with a string of giggles, pushing him down on the bed so you can climb on top of him.
âGet this off,â your voice was playful and flirty as you pulled Patrickâs shirt over his chest and arms. âYou too, Art.â the blonde was quick to follow.
Your dripping core was just inches above Patrick's erect member. You sat at top of his body, just smiling and admiring the view. But it was a known fact the man underneath you was quite impatient, especially when youâd been running your hands down his chest the way you were, acrylic nails doing their own thing by the texture of the hair lightly trialed there.
âYou gonna show me how you ride like an angel, princess ? Or should I do it myself ?â You were blushing right after his words, nodding a bit, your hands lead down farther to find his dick, brushing it up against your clothed slit as you sucked in your breath. With just a couple adjustments, you were leaning up so you could fit Patrickâs thick and full cock inside of you. A whimper immediately breaking through you as you sunk down. And the brunette didnât hold back for a second as he held your hips, thumb kneading against the mesh fabric of your panties and watching the way you move so gracefully above him.
Art was too drawn in by the scene to have even remembered to get himself prepared. He hadnât touched his cock, but you knew what to do.
Reaching out, you gently took Arts chin in your palm as you brought him close. Still going up Patrickâs cock as you kissed the blonde nice and slow. You all were beginning to be a mess of moans. âTouch yourself while we fuck, okay ?â You whispered against Arts ear. It caused him the most delightful chills. He didnât think twice as his own hand went to his cock. And you started bouncing on Patrick, whimpering and moaning out like their hadnât been people in the next door rooms â your hair springing off your skin with you.
âThere you go, doll⊠take my dick. Youâre so fucking hot.â Patrick grunted as he held your waist so you could fuck yourself against him, leaving no space between as you rocked yourself on his lap. Your mouth went agape when he readjusted to pound up into your tight hole,
âYeah- - was I the hottest angel out there tonight ?â
âFuck yeah..â the brunette grabbed you with roughness so youâd been flush with his chest, you smiled as he made your pussy clench hard frantically and your moans turned into stuttering whines. Taking him like this, you knew youâd cum. So you then hit on his chest to let you up, that way you could save your next high just a little longer.
âOh- - shit⊠shit,â you climbed off of the man and sniveled out as you flipped your hair out of your face.
âOh my god.. baby, I was so close.â
âNot yet. Art, come fuck me.â Your directness had turned the blonde on so much he could feel his cock twitch at your words. He met you, and with one look at your gorgeous set gaze on his and a smirk on your lips it set his thoughts wild. His tongue darted out to wet his own lip as you smiled up at him, you finally got rid of your bra now, and slipped off your panties before placing a hand on his neck tenderly as the other slid up his chest. Arts eyes locked with yours, he just watched you with a coy little sideways smile. And when you turned around, your ass was at his crotch, you were bending over near the bedspread and he sucked in his breath. âOh, shit..â the blonde muttered. And it made you giggle girlishly.
You were pushing your soaked pussy on Arts member, âmy god, youâre so wet.â He announced just ready to pump you full himself, but he knew he wouldnât want anything to ruin the sweetness of the moment. So he let his tip meet your core, you observed with wide eyes, his dick perfectly pink and dripping of pre cum. You were practically salivating at the sight. âFuck her good, Art.â Patrick chimed in and the blonde pushed into you with a deep groan leaving his throat, you gripped at the sheets as your face scrunched up and your jaw went hanging. Art slowly moved his hips against you, mouth agape at the sight of your ass against him heavily. Arts hand kneaded against your hip.
You spread your legs a little farther apart to take him. All of him. Moaning like youâd been split in half, Art started to thrust nice and easy. It made you reach back to grab his muscly arm for support and he grunted from the sight of your teasing eyes watching him, you always just had to see Arts face whenever he fucked you, because he was so pretty. Especially like this â chest glistening and damp curls as he made escalating noises exit you. You regularly told him he would be successful if he ever gave modeling a shot. Although he never believed you, thinking you were just being kind. But you really meant it. Art was delicious on the eyes. And not that he took any away from Patrick (him being too pretentious even for the modeling industry anyways) but they each had their own beauty to serve in different ways. Arts gorgeousness came straight from good genes. And just like his face, so did his cock. Wonderful and thicker than most guys his age, especially when he put it to good use like you and Patrick occasionally showed him.
You smile beneath your bitten lip and mewls at your other delectable boyfriend, Arts sly grin was in response and when he pounded into you faster, you felt the bed shake. You couldnât hold back as you began to scream his name. It was always in the front of your mind to make Art feel good when you knew he struggled with his shyness at times unlike the brunette.
âYes ! Yes, oh fuck- - make me cum, Art !â
âYeah ? ..You like that ?â The blonde huffed as he snapped his hips into you,
âUh hu⊠harder- - fuck it, just like that.â
Art let his hands palms at your ass, then slide up your torso to cup your breasts. Gripping them in his hands as you slid yourself up and down his member. âYour tits are fucking perfect, oh my god.â You felt slick running down your inner thigh, sheets tight in your palms as your eyes began to roll.
Patrick who watched right beside Art, was jerking himself to the sounds of your syrupy moans. You looked too angelic on Arts cock, he couldnât help it as his free hand smacked down on your ass while you fucked yourself on Art. It made you both groan. And you loved it, your flirty smile said it all.
Art felt full enough to cum in you right then, the sight of your cunt spread against him was starting to make his head spin. âIâm gonna fill you up pretty girl, you ready ?â It was quick thrusts and a mixture of your half screams and half moans of âfuck, Art!â Filling the noise of the room before you were gushing around his dick. And he was spilling inside of you like that, an uncontrollable amount of his seed was painting your walls and the blonde made sure to get every last drip of it in your sweet cunt. The other man l beside him pumped his cock quick to releasing on your back side all with a string of groans and curses.
You didnât collapse on your stomach just yet, not only the feeling of the two boys marking their territory on you being too excellent of a feeling to end just yet, but because Art crouched to lick at your puffy cunt. He tasted the mixture of you and him (with Patrick flowing into the mix) as you let out soft whimpers against the pillows. The brunette gripped your ass cheeks to help and you wiggled from the pleasure with a sigh of giggles. ânaughty girl.â He smirked, the other licked up what was left of all of you like a pro. Your toes flexed and curled with the punch of his tongue.
âFuck. That was amazing. You were amazing. â Was all he could say when he collapsed on he comforter beside you with a deep breath and you turned on your back too. Slowly coming down from trembling. Art wrapped an arm over your body as he rested against your shoulder and you smile.
âThat was the most fun Iâve ever had- - ever.â Your laughter was light and Patrick to your side got close to your body too, you let your hand gently caress his jaw.
âThey werenât gonna give you that at the after party weâre they ?â He grinned.
âNo. Definitely not.â you shook your head with the sweat on your face only making your half ruined makeup look better somehow. Your love spell body shimmer still stuck to your skin and even got on Art and Patrickâs sculpted bodies pretty nicely as they gently rubbed you down. You smiled before tapping above your cheek bones, and both of your boys knew what to do. They left a two sweet kisses for you.
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The Princess & The Pilot
In which Lando Norris meets his childhood crush, who just happens to be an actual princess.
Warnings: none Pairing: Lando Norris x BritishPrincess!Reader Word Count: 3.5k or something
(quick note: running late for a meeting this morning but wanted to get this out. I'll update the tag list later tonight when/if I have time. Enjoy the new seriesssss!)
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There must be a foreign power invading London.Â
That is the only reason you can think that your assistant would be waking you up at 8am the morning after you spent nearly 12 hours entertaining Argentinian foreign dignitaries with your father yesterday. When you had tumbled into bed at 2am after the state dinner the previous night, the last words you had mumbled to Noelle were âplease donât wake me up before noon tomorrow.âÂ
This was supposed to be your one day off after attending engagements with your parents four days in a row.Â
âIâm so sorry, your highness.â Noelle whispers from where she stands at the foot of her bed. You immediately wonder if the palace groundskeepers would be willing to install a set of locks on the doors to your apartments that only you had the keys to.Â
âNoelle, youâve been my assistant for how many years now? You can call me by my first name.â You grumble from under the thick cream duvet that you had tugged over your head moments before.Â
You glare at Noelle but immediately regret it when you see the anxious look on the older womanâs face. This wasnât her choice, you realized. âWhat does my father want now?âÂ
Noelle worries at the corner of her lip before holding out her cell phone. âHeâs been trying to reach you for an hour now. Insisted I come wake you up.âÂ
âHeâs been unable to reach me because he swore up and down last night that Iâd get today off from anything family related.â You complain, unable to keep the whine out of your voice. Â
Tossing off the covers, you swing your legs over the side of your king sized bed before reaching out to take Noelleâs phone from her. You can see the active call ticking away with your fatherâs name on the caller ID âHRH King EdwardâÂ
âGood morning Papa.â You expertly adjust your tone, knowing that if your father hears one single hint of grouchiness in your voice youâll never hear the end of it. âEverything okay?âÂ
âYour brother is sick.â His tone is brisk and you try to tell yourself he doesnât mean to be short with you. He is literally the King of England after all. Youâre sure heâs got a few things on his mind beyond worrying about waking his youngest child up at the crack of dawn.Â
ïżœïżœïżœDoes he need me to bring him something? Soup? Medicine?âÂ
Your father scoffs on the other end of the line. âDonât be silly.â He scolds. âMy doctor has already been in to see him this morning. Itâs just the flu, but he is contagious.âÂ
Youâre silent on your end of the phone, knowing there is more to come as the news of your older brother being sick didnât really warrant an early morning phone call.Â
âI need you to take over the engagement he was going to do today.âÂ
It takes every ounce of royal training for you not to groan. Youâd been attending events and engagements all weekend long, standing in for your mother who also was sick with the flu. âCanât Mike do it?âÂ
Your youngest brother Michael was in his final year at Oxford before heâd go on to do the requisite military training but he was still able to engagements here and there.Â
âMichael has exams this week, so he is unavailable.âÂ
You nearly suggest your sister-in-law Charlotte take her husbands place but know that would also be turned down as sheâs been busy with her new well baby charity and juggling having two young children at home as well. The weight of the expectations of being the second eldest child of the King of England hangs heavy on your shoulders as the sunlight pours in through the curtains Noelle has drawn back. Itâs a gorgeous spring day in London, which you know is rare this time of year. You had been planning on spending the day out on the private gardens that are tucked away in a hidden part of the palace not open to tourists reading a book in the quiet.Â
âWhatâs the engagement then?â You sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that once again, your family duties were coming before your own personal agenda.Â
You tried so hard not to be resentful of the weight of who you were and most of the time, you were fine with your station in life. You lived a very privileged, if not somewhat regimented and controlled, life as the only daughter to King Edward and Queen Matilde of the United Kingdom. Your parents, while busy with their own lives and duties, adored you and your two brothers, Sebastian and Michael. They had worked hard when you were younger to make sure that you and your siblings were raised as normally as possible, which hadnât always been easy.Â
âYouâll be going out to the Silverstone Circuit in Towcester to meet with some people from the McLaren Formula 1 team. They're the Duke of Dover Awards newest partner and their drivers are doing some laps the track with children from the local schools. Theyâd like to take you on the track too.âÂ
Your brother had started the Duke of Dover Awards when he had married Charlotte 10 years ago and had inherited the title as the heir to the throne. The foundation awarded hundreds of thousands of pounds each year to kids and teenagers that applied to be recipients of grants to improve their communities, start small businesses, and conduct scientific research. It was your brotherâs brainchild and baby and you were shocked that Sebastian had agreed to allow anyone that wasnât him to go near an event of theirs.Â
Sighing, you stand and shrug on the silk robe that was hanging form the little hook next to your bed. You were certainly not getting a day off today, now were you? âOkay, sounds straight forward enough. Does Noelle have the details?âÂ
âYes, Noelle has everything youâll need. Thank you for helping, little dove.âÂ
Your heart squeezes as the nickname your father has used since you were a toddler. You knew he carried a heavy weight with the crown on his head and expected nothing but the best from himself, and by extension you and your siblings, at all times because of it. He meant well and loved you fiercely, you knew that but sometimes it got lost in the legacy of what it meant to be a Windsor.Â
âOf course, Papa.âÂ
You hang up and hand the phone back to your assistant. âPapa says you have all the details. Could you have everything printed out so I can read it in the car. Towcester is quite far away, isnât it?âÂ
âAbout an hour and a half, if traffic is good.âÂ
You nod, mind jumping into preparation mode. The timeline that had landed in your inbox while you had been on the phone with your father said you needed to be there a little after 1pm, which gave you enough time to get ready. âCan you call Tibby, give her the details and have her pull some outfits for me? I can do my own makeup and I donât think Iâll need anything fancy for hair, yeah?âÂ
Noelle nods, eyes skimming her emails. âYour brotherâs valet says he was planning on wearing jeans and a jumper, so it sounds casual. Natural makeup and a sporty ponytail, maybe?âÂ
âThatâs fine, I can do that myself.â Sometimes it chafed at you how much had to go into your appearance. You could never really go out looking sloppy or unkempt because the bad press that it inevitably invited drove your mother crazy. If your father was preoccupied with the weight of his crown, your mother was preoccupied with the weight of what her image meant to millions of people. It was a difficult relationship to navigate and you didnât always do a good job, so you tried to maintain at least the minimum appearance standards your mother requested just to appease her.Â
Noelle snaps into action, calling Sebastianâs valet to get some more details on the people that will be present along with any other notes he had thought important. You pad towards your private bathroom to take a shower and get ready for what you assumed would be another routine royal engagement.Â
And boy, how wrong you were.Â
âAre you nervous?â Oscar mutters as he comes to lean against the counter in the garage next to where Lando stands, scrolling on his phone.
Lando looks up, confusion knitting his brows together. âNervous for what?âÂ
As far as he knew, this was just going to be another routine event with some kids and the Duke of Dover, who he'd already met last year during the race at Silverstone. Nothing to be nervous about really.
âTo meet the princess!â Oscar chuckles, knocking his shoulder into Lando's.
âPrincess?" The crease on his forehead deepens even more. "I thought it was the Duke that was coming. Isnât it his awards thing that we're partnering with?âÂ
Oscar shrugs. âZak said the Duke is sick. His sister is coming instead. Apparently she just pulled in as well. Sophie is running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Something about not being prepared for her." Â
Oh. A thick sense of anxiety settles in the pit of Lando's stomach. Oh fuck. This changed things. He certainly hadn't been nervous before but now he was, knowing that it was you that he'd be driving around the track instead of your brother.
Like most guys his age, Lando had grown up with photos of you taped to the back of his door and indulged in several...interesting and not very polite fantasies when he was in his teens. In fact, now that Lando thinks about it, you were probably his very first crush. You had been the first princess to be born into the Royal family in two generations and the press had fallen in love with you the day you were born, dubbing you the English Rose that was going to save the monarchy.
Once you reached your 18th birthday and debuted into society, taking your place beside your older brother and parents by working for the family full time while going to university to study international business, the country had fallen even more in love with you. Your family was well loved by the entirety of the Common Wealth but you? You were absolutely everyone's favorite Windsor by a country mile. And that included the British Formula One driver.
"You okay, mate?" Oscar's thick accent shakes Lando out of his day dream.
"Oh, yeah." Lando replies weakly, rubbing the palm of his hand over his jaw, glad he had shaved this morning and put a bit of extra care into his hair.
"Boys!" Sophie, McLaren's head of Public Relations, yells at the entrance of the garage, fists on her hips as she taps her toe glaring at the pair. "The princess is here and everyone is waiting on you."
"Coming." Lando mumbles, desperately trying to tamp down the nerves that are making his stomach do somersaults. This is like a teenage wet dream come true.
Just outside the garage is a group of people clustered around several McLaren sports cars waiting to get started. Lando can see Zak chatting with you from 50 meters away and he loses all ability to think straight when he sees you in person for the first time. You're dressed in dark wash jeans that hug your curves and, much to Lando's surprise, a papaya colored knit jumper. With your hair pulled back in a high ponytail, your delicate features on full display. He couldn't help thinking how much better you looked in real life compared to the glossy magazine photos he used to keep tacked up to his bedroom wall.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lando, Oscar, and Sophie approaching before Zak does but you don't allow the group to distract you from your conversation with McLaren's CEO. That kind of behavior would send your mother into a tailspin. She hadn't sent you off to boarding school at the age of 12 for nothing after all. But you can't help how your stomach twists when you lock eyes with the boy with the curly hair. A nervous ghost of a smile plays at the corner of his full lips, sending goosebumps exploding over your skin.
"Oh, there they are!" Zak finally notices the drivers and Sophie and moves to introduce everyone. Behind you, Noelle hovers, lying in wait to correct anyone who might break royal protocol when it comes to interacting with you. You desperately wish she would've let you come alone.
Introductions are made and you try your hardest to ignore the way your skin sparks when you shake hands with Lando. Zak explains how the afternoon is going to go and that Lando is going to take you around the track on a hot lap while Oscar and a few other reserve McLaren drivers take the kids out behind.
"Nervous, your highness?" Lando asks as he checks the chin strap on your crash helmet.
The way your stomach dips when he smiles at you has nothing to do with nerves.
"You're about to whip me around this race track at speeds that could kill me, I think you can call me by my first name, Lando." You tease, deflecting the real reason your palms are sweating.
Lando blushes, eyes falling to the ground. "I guess that's true. Just didn't want your lady in waiting to tackle me for committing some protocol crime, I guess."
The laugh that escapes you would send your mother into a complete fit it's so sudden and loud. "She does look like she's lying in wait, doesn't she?" Your eyes dart above Lando's shoulder where Noelle stands, eyes trained on you as if she's expecting someone to attack at any moment.
"She's just a little...protective." You say, voice going soft. "Last year we had a little incident where I was being stalked for several months. The guy thought we were engaged and he somehow managed to get around my protection officers and into my building at 3 in the morning. They caught him outside my door with duct tape, rope and a knife in his bag."
Your eyes go wide with horror as you realize what you've just said. No one in the public knew about that, your parents had insisted on keeping the investigation quiet. The man had been sent to a psychiatric facility with the blessing of his family and charges hadn't been filed in order to protect your privacy. You had no idea why you had just spilled one of your most closely kept secrets to a veritable stranger.
"Well then I'm glad she's here to watch over you." Lando's voice is quiet, like he knows you don't want others overhearing this conversation. "I'd hate to think of anything happening to such a pretty girl."
For several moments, the busy pitlane falls away a bit as Lando's hands remain on the straps of your helmet and he looks at you like he's known you for your entire life. You're used to people staring at you and being under the microscope but the way Lando looks at you makes you want to squirm in the most delicious way possible.
"Okay, you two!" Zak booms, shocking you out of the little bubble that had grown around you and Lando those few moments. "Lets get you out on the track. Lando, please remember this is a member of the royal family, I'd rather not have to leave the country if you injure her."
"What kind of knight in shining armor would I be if I hurt the princess in my charge?" Lando quips, aiming a wink your way before rounding the hood of the low slung papaya colored McLaren.
You can't help the way you snort in response to his flirting, it's so ridiculous but you also can't ignore the way your stomach twists in delight at the way Lando's tongue works around the word princess while he looks at you.
You had to be careful though. Despite Lando being famous and well off in his own right, you were even a step above that and life had taught you that even the most well connected and rich men saw you as the ultimate prize. Who wouldn't want to marry the only daughter to the King of England, even if they had billions. You can't buy a real royal pedigree. Not like the one you had, dating back generations on both sides of your family.
No, you couldn't allow yourself the luxury of lowered walls but you could allow yourself to indulge in a little innocent flirting, because that's all it would ever or could ever be with Lando Norris.
"Zak, can I file a workplace injury claim if I've gone deaf this afternoon from her screeching?" Lando complained as he held out a hand to help you out of the McLaren 45 minutes later.
"I have no idea what you're talking about! Princesses don't screech." You sniff, smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you yank your hand out of his grasp the moment you're steady on your feet.
Lando snorts now, rolling his eyes, enjoying the color that flushes in high on your cheekbones. He was the one to make you blush like that and it sends a zing of arousal straight to his cock. While you had been in the car with Lando, before he had scared the daylights out of you, he'd been able to overcome the initial nerves of meeting his boyhood crush and had settled into a flirty conversation. The way you two bantered back and forth so naturally was new to Lando and kind of unnerving to him, but in a good way.
"I'm inclined to believe if the princess was driven to 'screech' that it was all your fault, Lando." Zak jokes with a shrug before turning to you. "Thank you so much for coming out this afternoon and filling in for your brother. We got some great shots of you guys on the track and before with everyone together."
You nod, smiling at the group that's now gathered. Beside you, Lando has wiggled his way between Noelle and yourself so he's settled in at your side. "Wonderful. I'm sure they'll be the perfect content you guys all need. Is there anything else you need from me today? Did all the kids get laps on the track and the merch bags?"
Sophie nods, "Yes ma'am, no one left empty handed."
You sigh internally knowing that the day is almost over. You can taste the freedom of the back seat of the Range Rover where you can finally let your mask down for a few extra moments. You loved days like this, busy and filled with lost of interaction with the public but it was also exhausting beyond measure. You knew you'd sleep well tonight, having attended events nearly every night for the past 9 days.
"Good, thank you." Your eyes find the McLaren CEO who stands across from you. "Zak, I assume we'll see you at the awards gala Saturday night?"
Zak nods, "Yes, Oscar and I will be there."
You can't help the bit of disappointment that blooms in your chest when he doesn't say Lando's name. You hate it and ignore it the best you can because it simply isn't acceptable. So instead you lean on your years of training and upbringing to hide your true feelings. "Lovely, I can't wait to see you both again."
As Lando watches your car pull away, he can't help but feel a little disappointed that your time together is up.
"What awards gala was she talking about? Why wasn't I invited? Lando practically whines, turning to Zak once the Range Rover is out of sight.
Zak chuckles "You were invited Norris and you turned it down because, and I quote, 'you don't do boring awards dinners that aren't written into your contract'."
Lando kicks at a rock with his sneaker, feeling a bit foolish. "Well, I guess I'm just going to have to make an exception for this one then."
Zak narrows his eyes, not liking where he thinks Lando's head is going. "Listen Norris, I know your personal life is none of my business."
"And you'd be right in that assesment, Zak." Lando responds cooly.
Zak holds his hand up, "But I'd be remiss if I didn't remind you that whatever I think is going on in your head about the woman that just left the track is probably a bad idea. A princess like her is not able to have a casual relationship like the ones your used to. Just..." Zak pauses, trying to put his advice in the best words possible. "Just be careful, okay?"
"Message recieved loud and clear, Zak." Lando mutters before turning and walking back towards the garages.
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Your Roommate Sukuna
âThat Time I Gave Him Covidâ
Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader
Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukunaâs living situation!!
Contains: pure fluff, Sukuna makes you watch The Human Centipede but nothing is described in detail, pining at the end but heâs in denial
Word Count: 1.08k
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Look, a day off is nice, and a few days off could be a real treat, under just about any other circumstances. Youâre sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee that you didnât even need to add sugar to because the bitter taste canât affect you when you literally canât taste it.
You noticed the symptoms a couple hours ago, scratchy throat, canât taste, canât smell; you had an extra Covid test under the kitchen sink since you bought a two pack a couple months ago, and unsurprisingly you tested positive. And now youâre stuck in your little apartment for a week, trapped in the confined space with your oversized roommate whoâs going to be just thrilled to hear the news.
Heâs literally gonna kill me.
As if on cue, you could hear Sukunaâs footsteps thumping down the stairs, his eyes meeting yours as he turned the corner and a look of confusion spreading across his face.
âDonât you have a job?â
You snort, oh heâs not gonna like this, âIâve got bad news bud.â
âDonât ever call me that again.â He shoots you a glare as walks into the kitchen, pulling a glass out of the cabinet.
You roll your eyes, a sheepish grin creeping at the corners of your lips as you prop your cheek onto the palm of your hand, âWe have Covid.â
âWhoâs we?â He doesnât even look at you, his back facing you as he pulls a carton of milk out from the fridge and fills the glass.
Even though he canât see it, you give him a quizzical look, âWe literally live together? My germs are all over the place.â
He turns around, leaning his back against the kitchen counter and looking down at you in your seat with a nonchalant expression, âIâve got a good immune system,â He brings the glass up to his lips and takes a sip, âIâm fine.â
You know heâs full of shit, cocky bastard canât genuinely think heâs above getting sick, right? You look up at him dumbfounded as he casually sips his glass of milk, heâs got a completely blank expression.
Whenâs the last time we even bought milk? That has to have been sitting for a while now. Oh, oh waitâŠ
Hah, yeah heâs so full of shit. He cocks a brow at the smirk you didnât realize had grown across your face.
âWhatâs so funny, brat?â
âHowâs the milk taste?â
He shrugs, clicking his tongue in his mouth, âFine.â
âWhen did it expire?â
âIt didnât,â He raises the glass to his nose and smells it with no changes in his expression, he picks the carton up and turns his wrist to read the back of it, âItâs good âtil-â
He stops himself short, his mouth dropping into a small surprised oh, you canât even attempt to suppress the giggle that escapes you.
You let your arms slide down outstretched across the kitchen table, your cheek pressed against the smooth wood, âI guess weâre quarantine buddies.â
âIâm gonna fuckinâ kill you.â
I figured as much.
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Your face is buried in your hands, shielding your poor, absolutely tortured eyes from the TV. Eerie music with muffled screams and maniacal laughter emit from the speakers and fill the room as Sukuna outstretches his leg to reach your side of the couch, prodding at your arm with his foot.
âYouâre not even watching.â
âThis is horrible.â
âThis is payback.â
You peek through your fingers, immediately wanting to gag at his disgusting movie choice. The Human Centipede, really? Heâs watching it so casually, somehow managing to have the stomach to eat popcorn as well, albeit most of the popcorn has been tossed into your hair from when he caught you squeezing your eyes shut during the teeth pulling scene. Now that was brutal.
âCan we please watch something else? Anything?â You whine into your hands.
âIâve got the DVD for Cannibal Holocaust.â
You let out an exasperated sigh, flopping your head backward onto the couch cushion.
Itâs gonna be a long week.
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âWoman, how in god's name do I move?â
âYou click where you want to go, and,â You lean forward and tap your finger onto your laptop's screen, âClick here.â
âThatâs so fucking stupid.â He grumbles under his breath.
You roll your eyes but to be honest, youâre impressed he was actually willing to play one of your games. It seems the last few days of being stuck together have broken him down a bit, and now youâre leaning against his arm watching him attempt to maneuver around The Sims on your laptop.
Sukuna lets out a frustrated groan, âThis game sucks, you canât even kill people.â
You draw back in surprise, âHave you never played Sims before?â
He turns his head towards you, looking completely baffled that youâd even ask, âNo? Obviously.â
Oh heâs in for a treat.
Within an hour heâs drowned 4 people, burned down someoneâs mansion, got a call to come meet a child that he didnât even know was his, and let out an absolutely delighted âOh? Whatâs this?â when he found the tools to make prison bars. You canât say youâre surprised by any means, but youâd be lying if you said you werenât amused.
Youâre watching his eyes flicker around the screen, brows furrowed in concentration and his sharp canine digging into the side of his bottom lip as he oh so meticulously picks out the least comfortable looking beds for each little prison cell. Youâve been slowly slouching against his side more and more over the last hour, and he either hasnât noticed or is too invested in his mass murder scenarios to even care as sickly fatigue has your head resting on his shoulder and your eyelids feeling too heavy to keep open.
Little do you know, heâs well aware of your weight pressing into him; but, heâs willing to let it slide this time, deciding that youâve pleased him enough for him to hold back from pushing your sleepy body onto the ground. Even though it would be hilarious to see the look on your face when you wake up to your back flopping onto the plush rug beneath you, and even funnier to watch you try to slap at him as he holds both of your wrists in one hand, heâs willing to spare you just this once, although he couldnât possibly fathom the reason why.
Itâs not because heâs growing a soft spot for you, no, because that would be ridiculous.
A/N: I wasnât planning to start with this one BUT I couldnât stop thinking about this scenario so I guess we get him sick immediately asakjjaan Dividers by @adornedwithlight
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Can't Leave Me
Pairing: Dark Hawks x (female) Reader
â¶Â This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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Female Reader
SUMMARY:Â Seeing a darker side of Keigo has you rethinking your entire relationship. But itâs not like Keigo is planning on letting you go.Â
WARNINGS: Murder; Kidnapping.Â
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His hand rubs comforting circles over the expanse of your back, innumerous apologies being mumbled as he kisses the crown of your head.Â
âI shouldâve eased you into it. Iâm so sorry, baby.â his tone is apologetic, almost regretful, but you canât be bothered by that.
Not after what you witnessed.Â
The queasiness in your stomach increases, and you swallow hard, closing your eyes in a poor attempt to control both yourself and the wave of nausea that threatens to rise.Â
âNext time, I promise Iâll let you know beforehand, âkay? No more nasty surprises, I promise.â his cooing has you pushing your palms against the edge of the marble kitchen island, and you take a few stumbling steps backwards.
âI really thought youâd like to see my patriotic work.â
âYouâŠâ his golden eyes squint for a second when you dodge his hand from touching your arm, âThat man-â
âHeâs no one. Just some fucking dirtbag I caught the other day on patrol. No one even cares that heâs gone, if that makes you feel better.â
You look at him in bewilderment, unable to believe his words. Was Keigo - always so sweet and gentleman - trying to convince you that killing people was fine? That it was okay for his basement to have pools of blood and pieces of human limbs?
The pungent smell of fresh blood is still haunting your nose and you scrunch it, remembering the nasty scene your boyfriend presented you.Â
When Keigo asked you to come to his house, telling you he had a surprise stored in his basement for you, your mind wandered to the idea of receiving a sweet gift.
Maybe a painting or a bracelet, anything with a romantic meaning. A normal thing.Â
But when Keigo took you to his basement, chest inflated with pride at what he called âcity scum cleaningâ it wasnât at all what you expected.Â
âYouâre worrying too much.â he sighs, his wings ruffling behind him. âIâm cleaning the city from the filthy scum, nothing else.â
âTheyâre human beings, Keigo. You canât take justice into your own hands, thatâs not your job.â
Keigo only shrugs his shoulders, disinterested at your attempt to bring some conscience to him.
âI know this upsetted you, baby, so why donât we change the subject? How about we start making dinner and then watch a movie? I know youâre excited to see that new action movie, right?â
His proposition makes you feel sick to your stomach for more reasons than one, but the realization that your boyfriend is trying to distract you from the fact that heâs a serial killer is too much.
You need to leave. Immediately.Â
But youâre scared. Terrified of becoming Keigoâs new addition to his basement, if he realizes that youâre not on his side. Youâre not sure if he loves enough to spare you from such destiny.
Youâre not sure of anything anymore.Â
You shift the weight from one foot to the other, eyes drifting to the kitchen door.Â
âI thinkâŠâ your voice shakes, and you attempt to clear your throat, âMaybe I should go, Keigo. Iâm notâŠfeeling great.â
His expression drops for a moment, cold anger being replaced with feigned sympathy so quickly that you almost believe you imagined it.Â
âSweet cheeks, if youâre not feeling well, then you can just sleep over.â he takes a minuscule step in your direction, his wings stretching behind him for a moment. Demonstrating their enormous size before he pulls them back.
A not very subtle threat.
âI can prepare a warm bath for you, and then get you in bed with some painkillers. How about that?âÂ
You shake your head, feeling helpless.Â
âNo, Keigo, itâs fine, really. I can just go home and-â
âNonsense. Besides, I donât like the idea of you all alone in your apartment, especially if youâre feeling sick.â he brushes you off, âI canât have you puking or passing out when youâre on your own. What kind of boyfriend would that make me, am I right?âÂ
A few of his feathers gracefully fly in your direction, gently but effectively pushing you forward.Â
The conflict inside your mind only fires up, but youâre hardly able to bitterly swallow down all the shabby excuses and useless begging that would only result in angering Keigo.Â
Your body bumps against his and Keigo instantly wraps his arm around your waist, replacing the feathers that rejoin his wings.Â
He kisses your cheek with an arm tightly gripping your waist, as if heâs waiting for you to bolt and run away. Youâd be lying if you say the idea doesnât seem awfully tempting.
Maybe if he looks away or gets distractedâŠmaybe then you could take the chance.Â
âCâmon, letâs get you a bath, âkay? Youâre really not looking too good.âÂ
The melancholic moonlight hits you in the face, seeping through the locked window. Your eyes are wide open, despite the ungodly time of the night. Itâs quiet now, aside from the light cricketâs sounds and the occasional car speeding up through the street.
You barely move your head as you glance towards the fluorescent numbers of the digital clock on the bedside table next to you, careful enough to shift as little as you can.
The arm draped across your waist feels like a rope, keeping you bound to Keigo.
But itâs better than the red wing that lays wide open in all of its immense size, acting as a second blanket to your body, caging you to the bed with its oppressive weight.Â
Despite your objections of becoming too hot during the night, Keigo still insisted on covering your body with it, shutting you down with a gentle kiss.
He sleeps soundly, his chest a few inches away from your chest, his deep calm breathing hitting your ear and neck.Â
You canât sleep. Your mind is too bothered, too upset to even consider something as futile as sleeping when there are more urgent necessities. Such as escaping this house.Â
Keigo fell into a deep slumber a few hours ago while you remained awake, thinking about your next steps. You have to leave the bed, leave the house, leave him.Â
But even the last step seems complicated when you canât even pull yourself out of the bed - out of Keigoâs suffocating embrace.Â
Youâre frozen with fear, you begrudgingly admit. Scared of accidentally waking Keigo up and in the process, to wake a side of him that you donât want to see.Â
You have to do this.
The first step is to test the waters.
You take a deep breath, slowly shifting your body, your hand gently pushing his arm down and away from you. Nothing happens.
Your heartbeat speeds up as you embrace yourself for the final step.Â
Looking down at the impending problem of escaping the red wing, you take the decision to slide underneath it.Â
Itâs awkward and embarrassing when you weirdly dive underneath the wing, squishing yourself against the bed as you try to touch the feathers as little as you can. They donât pulse or move, remaining completely still as you make your escape.Â
A relieved sigh gets caught in your throat when your feet touch the floor. Just a little more, you think, bending your body to slide down the curve of the bed.Â
Premature hope makes your breathe faster. Maybe you can actually get away.
Oh god, youâre actually going to get away.Â
Your whole body freezes for a scary moment when Keigo mumbles a few incoherent words, shifting and turning in bed, but thankfully he remains asleep. You can breathe again.
Itâs a bit hard to walk in the darkness, only the dim light of the moon helping you guide yourself, as your feet take baby steps and you prod the walls with your hands until you finally find the closet room.
The door creaks slightly as you slowly close it, and you hold your breath for a moment. Nothing happens.Â
You open the light, hoping it doesnât infiltrate through the doorâs crack and search the place with your eyes, looking for your clothes. Keigo kept them there before handing you one of his shirts earlier in the night, saying that it would be more comfortable for you to sleep in his clothes than in your outer clothes.Â
Itâs easy to find your shirt and pants, both of them tucked away in a corner of the room, the evident contrast between Keigoâs expensive clothing and your cheap casual outfit standing out.Â
You quickly put them on, looking around for your purse before remembering that you had left it in the kitchen. Fuck.Â
You close the light, and silently leave the closet.Â
âBabe.âÂ
Your blood runs cold at the sight of Keigo casually standing in front of you, arms crossed in his chest. Thereâs no anger in his face - nor sleepiness, you notice - but there are hints of annoyance. Did he really expect you not to try and run?Â
âIâm kinda disappointed, I gotta say.â he shakes his head with a tired sigh. âI was really hoping you wouldnât do anything stupid tonight. Guess I was wrong.â
âI wasnât-â your words lose strength, and for a moment, the idea of dashing for the door with all of your speed seems incredibly enticing, âItâs not what you think.â
âYeah? Pfft, câmon, you seriously think youâre gonna fool me into believing any crappy excuse? Like I didnât just catch you trying to sneak off on me?â he clicks his tongue, messy strands of blonde hair falling onto his forehead, âBut you know what?â
Itâs now. The moment he switches the flip on you and beats you and-
âLetâs continue this tomorrow, alright? Itâs late, so how about we sleep on this and in the morning, weâll talk.âÂ
You look at him, surprised. Isnât he gonna drag you by the hair to his basement and beat you?Â
Keigo directs you back to the closet, watching as you hesitate to change back into his shirt.Â
âThat was never gonna work, you know that, right?â he says. âItâs not like you could outrun me. Iâm too fast for you, with or without quirk.â
When you get back on the bed, his wing covers you once again and his arm pulls you flush against his chest, suffocating you with his presence.
He kisses the nape of your neck.Â
âSleep tight.â
You wake up startled, mind buzzing with a chilling nightmare. Red blood and sticky viscera follow you even though you rise away from the realm of dreams.Â
You breathe in. It was just a dream.Â
Distant sounds coming from another room catch your attention and you remain quiet, catching the tiny rays of sunlight that come through the curtains, basking on pacific solitude.Â
What are you supposed to do now? Relent and pretend that everything is peachy, to act as if the basement isnât torture chamber and that your boyfriend isnât some cold-hearted killer?Â
You roll to the side, yelping when your leg gets caught on.Â
A chain.Â
A soft leather wrapped tightly around your ankle, connecting it to the links of metal that keep you in a short leash. Thereâs barely any length to it, meaning you wonât even be able to reach the bathroom if you need to.Â
This canât be real.Â
You persistently rub your eyes, shaking your head as fear threatens to spill in the shape of a panic attack.Â
Keigo wouldnât do this. He canât do this. He just canât.Â
Much to your consternation, you donât wake up. This isnât some wicked dream, after all.Â
âNo, no, please, no.â you cry, pulling and tugging on the solid chain with both of your hands. It doesnât work, despite all the clicking it does. Doesnât so much as move away from your ankle.
But it does make a shrilling noise and soon Keigo rushes into the room, a worried expression on his face before he understands what youâre doing.Â
He plops next to you, firm hands pulling your shaky ones away from the chain, despite you not giving up and you yelp when he uses his strength to expertly twist your wrist, forcing you to let go of the chain.
âKeigo, please, donâtâŠdonât do this. I promise I wonât run away, I swear!â you plead, snot and tears pathetically dripping down your face as Keigo pulls you into his lap, a large hand securing both of your wrists.Â
âKeigoâŠâ
âShh, itâs okay. Everything is fine, itâs all okay.âÂ
It only makes you cry harder. One of his hands rubs your back while the other holds the back of your neck, pushing your face to his chest.Â
âCâmon, donât cry. You know how awful that makes me feel.â he presses a gentle kiss to your head, rocking your bodies back and forth, comforting you as if you were a child throwing a tantrum.
âYou left me no choice. You were gonna leave me, abandon me like I never meant anything to you.â his voice is almost quiet and you know that if you looked up, his face would resemble a kicked puppy.
It almost makes you feel bad until the stupid chain in your ankle clinks, reminding you that Keigo isnât a good man.Â
âBut itâs okay now. I know youâre not happy with⊠our current situation, but youâll soon see it my way. Iâm doing this for you - for us.âÂ
His arms tightened around your wriggling body, keeping you close to him.Â
âIâm not letting anything get between us. Not even you.â
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Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ⌠833 words | briefly a little suggestive
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When the boys get home, youâre in the kitchen finishing up some soup. You donât want Henry to get sick with the changing weather and him starting school, so youâve gone a bit overboard with the veggies. The front door slams shut, and you hear the low timbre of Jamesâ voice followed by a high-pitched whine from Henry. No doubt, James is reminding him to take off his shoes. You can easily picture him crouching down, gently encouraging Henry to do it himself in that low, soothing voice of his.
âMama!â Henry shrieks, and your heart tightens at the sound of it. Months ago, you and James had sat him down, letting him know he could call you âmamaâ if he wanted to. Ever since then, heâd stopped calling you âdarling,â and hearing the new name still tugs at your heartstrings every time.
You set the ladle down, ready to bend down and scoop Henry up. But the moment you see him, you freeze, lips parting in surprise. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch James stepping into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, silently watching the scene unfold.
âDo you like them?â Henry bounces on his toes, his big brown doe eyesâmade even larger by his glassesâblinking up at you. A lump forms in your throat as you take in the sight.
âI love them.â You gasp, bending down as Henry shuffles toward you, grinning and bobbing his head side to side, proudly showing off his new blue frames. Youâre certain James told him not to touch the lenses, judging by how his little hands fidget at his sides, resisting the urge to reach up and adjust them.
You wrap your arms around him, scooping him up to get a better look.Â
âDo I look like a big boy? Daddy said I did.â As he asks, youâre hit with the realization of just how grown-up he looks. Heâs no longer the baby James would frantically call you about when he was sick, or the mischievous toddler who loved yanking the scrunchie from your hair, giggling uncontrollably as you pretended you didnât know who had stolen it.
âYou do. You look just like daddy.â You murmur, eyes flickering over to James, who is watching you both with a soft look.Â
Henry squirms in your arms, âI need Mr. G!â He exclaims suddenly, and you let him down so he can run and get his stuffed rabbit that wore a pair of glasses. You figure so he can have dinner with the three of you.
You watch him run off before turning your gaze to James, âYou didnât tell me he was getting glasses.â
âWe wanted to surprise you.â James says with a smile, pushing away from the counter to meet you. His hands gently cup your cheeks, tilting your face up to meet his gaze as your arms instinctively wrap around his waist.
âHeâs so grown up, Jamie.â You sigh, your voice thick with emotion. James gives you a soft, knowing smile.
âI know,â he murmurs. âI nearly had a meltdown in the office the first time he put them on.â
The room falls quiet for a moment before James leans down, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips. Itâs short-lived, though, as Henry suddenly cries out that he canât find his bunny and needs help. James sighs against your lips, his forehead resting against yours for a beat longer before pulling away with a quiet chuckle.
âLook at thatâheâs not all that grown up yet. He still needs us.â James says, a fond smile tugging at his lips. You smile softly in return, reluctantly letting him go so he can search for Mr. G.
âI love seeing him grow up, but I oddly miss the baby phase.â You sigh, and James nods in understanding.
âAs hard as it was, the baby stage was my favorite. Probably because you were by my side the whole time.â James winks, then turns to head toward the stairs.
You watch him as he goes, his movements deliberate, but you catch his attention with a teasing edge to your voice. âMaybe we should have another one then.â
The words slip from your lips with a soft smile, and you canât help but laugh when James almost stumbles on the steps, his foot catching awkwardly as he spins around, his breath hitching in his chest. His eyes lock on yours, wide and searching, as if heâs trying to gauge whether youâre serious.
âYouâd better not be messing with me, darling.â He breathes out, his voice low and thick with desperation. After nearly a year of dating, and given that heâs known you for almost a decade, with you having embraced the role of Henryâs mum from the very start, heâs been waiting patiently to hear those words.
Your stomach twists in a way that sends heat coursing through you, and you offer him a slow, knowing smile. âIâm not,âyou reply, your voice soft but certain.
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