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leviathanlazarus · 1 year ago

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Reaching for Stardust - Part IV

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Word Count: ~3400

Warnings: none <3

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Josh was spending the afternoon with his parents which worked out fine for me–I was determined to find the perfect birthday present for him, particularly considering he’d planned an entire trip on his own and was currently refusing to let me pay him back for any of it. But I also didn’t feel like being entirely on my own so I called upon Bev, who always proved herself to be helpful and discerning whenever I was struggling with the holiday and birthday gifts for my sweetheart.

“So he really didn’t tell you any of this?” she asked while we browsed that same boutique I had found the iconic bull pendant in. “He just laid it all on you suddenly, like, ‘Surprise! Pack your bags, babe?’”

I chuckled, gazing over the counters. I hadn’t been inside of the charming little boutique for quite some time but it looked the same as it had in my memory, full of sparkling jewelry, whimsical trinkets, incense, colorful fabrics and fantastical books and artwork. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. I knew I’d know when I saw the perfect thing.

“Pretty much,” I told Bev, picking up a small silver box engraved with a wolf, its eyes made from tiny blue gemstones.

“That seems so unlike him. Like, being spontaneous, sure. But you not being in on it?” Bev mused with a slight shake of her head as she trailed her fingers down a purple and gold scarf hanging from a rack. “Doesn’t sound like Josh. How’d he keep it to himself anyway?”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” I admitted. “He’s always excited to tell me anything. Seems weird that he’d keep this all a big secret until like, a week before it’s happening.”

“Jesus,” Bev remarked softly. “And you’re still gonna buy him a gift? I’d be pissed.”

“I’m not pissed. I’m kind of nervous though,” I confessed. I looked away from her to the mass of wares the boutique offered, but nothing was jumping out at me. I wanted to find something that captured Josh as well as that bull pendant had, something that represented all of his love and light, something he could hold onto just the same.

“Why?”

“Well, I told you about how he wants to get married before we buy a house, right?” I said, meandering over to the jewelry counters, looking down through the glass at the dizzying array of rings, necklaces, bracelets and brooches. “And when I brought it up again the other day, he was like, we should keep our options open and figure out where we wanna buy one. As if he’s not certain he doesn’t wanna stay here.”

“I mean, do you wanna stay here?” Bev inquired, peering down at the jewelry right alongside me. “Dual income, no kids. You guys could go anywhere.”

“Okay, but our families are here. I like it here. Josh does, too.” None of the jewelry was catching my attention either so I moved on, stepping to the back of the shop where more sculptures and trinkets were positioned on shelves. “It’s news to me that he’s seriously thought about moving somewhere else.”

“Has he been seriously thinking about it or are you just assuming he has?”

I sighed. “Fine, maybe I’m assuming a little. But he’s been so resistant to it, now I’m wondering if he really has been wanting to live somewhere else. And I don’t know if I’m ready for that. Like, where would we even go?”

“Detroit?”

“Yeah, that was my thought. I haven’t brought that up to him yet.”

“So start with that. But this trip to Savannah,” Bev said, raising her eyebrows at me. “Maybe you’ll fall in love with it and want to move there.”

“Doubt it. Besides, Josh wouldn’t. He’s such a woods and mountain boy, not a beach bum.”

“I’m sure there are woods there.”

“No mountains though.”

“And that’s a deal-breaker? We don’t even have mountains here.”

I laughed a little. “I’m aware! But if we moved somewhere, we should move somewhere that’s closer to mountains. At least we’ve got lots of woods and plains here.”

“You better have this conversation with your boy soon,” Bev said. “But maybe wait until after the trip. Just enjoy it. I wish someone would surprise me with some place tickets.”

I bumped into her shoulder, smiling. “Someday I will.”

“I’m counting on it.”

With nothing worthwhile in the boutique, we set our sights elsewhere, deciding on taking a lunch break before figuring out the next stop. Bev was on her phone while I drove, searching for inspiration, expressing the same sentiment that I held in my own mind–we wouldn’t be finding anything special enough for Josh at a place like Walmart or something.

“Hey, check this out,” Bev proclaimed, tapping the screen of her phone. “There’s an estate sale today on Bennett Street until 3. I bet there’ll be some neat stuff there.”

The house itself was charming right at first glance. It was small but had a decently sized front yard, with dusky blue siding and an attached garage. The siding was weathered and worn, the white paint on the front door and the garage door was obviously in need of rejuvenation, and the yard was full of overgrown weeds and unkempt flower beds. But stepping inside, the interior was orderly and stable, nothing that needed to be gutted or even repaired from what I could see. Plastic folding tables were arranged in the empty space between the furniture that had all been pushed to the walls, and most of that was decorated with little neon circles depicting numbers, and covered in all the goods for sale.

“Pretty much everything has to go,” said the woman who emerged from the kitchen, alerted by the sound of Bev shutting the door behind us. She was drying her hands on a kitchen towel as she approached the square table I had positioned myself in front of, then waved one hand over the surface. “I’d hang onto some of these smaller things if I could, but I think she’d actually prefer that some of them could go to better homes.”

I glanced at the walls, my eyes landing on a family photograph. “Was she–?”

“My mom.”

“I’m so sorry,” Bev and I said in near-unison.

“Thank you. She had a long life,” the woman said, then smiled down at the table. “And collected lots of nice things, clearly. Look around as much as you want. There’s lots of stuff in just about every room, furniture included.”

I felt a little crass about asking but did anyway: “I’m curious–is the house for sale, too?”

“It will be soon. I’m trying to get it as empty as I can before I start really making those arrangements. Are you looking?”

“Kind of. Keeping an eye open,” I said, looking around more closely at the open living area. Hardwood floors and lots of natural light were instantly appealing.

“Mom kept the inside pretty nice. She loved taking care of her home,” the woman told me. “The outside, not so much. When she got older, she decided she’d rather let the yard do what it wanted and she wouldn’t hear any protest from me or my brother.”

“I like it,” I said. “Would make for a great gardening project.”

She smiled. “I think so, too. If you give me your contact information, I could call you when I put it on the market?”

“Really?” My heart skipped a beat at the mere idea of having an “in” like that. “That would be amazing.” She handed me a little notepad and pen and I wrote down my name and phone number, buzzing, fantasies of buying the house and making it into a little haven for Josh and I rippling through my mind.

“Wow, your mom had quite the jewelry collection,” Bev remarked and I followed her eyes down to the round table in front of her, covered in necklaces, bracelets and earrings. “Some of this stuff looks really nice.”

“She had kind of an eclectic taste,” the woman told us. “Never shied away from wearing whatever she wanted. But some of it’s not MY taste so, please, absolutely feel free to take some of this off my hands.”

One piece did catch my eye–a long rope chain of soft gold with what looked like a handmade gold star pendant hanging from it. Or maybe a sunburst–it was hard to tell. It looked like it could go either way, which I felt added to its mystique and charm. And even despite its relatively simple design, the gold itself was brilliant and shiny and the craft of it was impressive–each point of the star or sun was sharp and clean and the inner portion was rounded out with tiny blue, yellow and white crystals. I thought of one thing–Starshine.

I felt proud of and excited for my purchase, which had been folded into a spare tissue and squared away in my bag, and proud of the connection I’d made. A birthday gift for my beloved was one thing; the real possibility of a house together was an even bigger thing. I figured I’d save that news for a while though, at least until after Josh and I got back from our trip. If he could have some secrets, I could have some, too.

“Happy?” Bev asked me, looking quite happy herself. She’d left the estate sale with some new–or rather, old–jewelry for herself, a vintage silk scarf and a pair of hardly worn black velvet pumps.

“Very,” I said, patting my bag. “I think he’ll really like it.”

“I think he will, too.” Bev sighed outside my car, her hand resting on the passenger door. “I wish I could go on that trip with you. I know it might seem super out of the blue and weird, but the more I think about it, the more I think it’s romantic and sweet.”

I clicked the unlock button on my car remote. “Yeah. It is romantic,” I tentatively agreed as I opened the driver’s side door and slid myself inside, waiting for Bev before I gave my final thoughts. “It still bugs me though. You know, that he didn’t just tell me.”

“Sometimes surprises are good,” Bev reassured me, looking down at all her new goodies in her lap.

“Yeah,” I echoed again, turning the engine over and the low rumble felt similar to the rumble in my chest, some brisk ache in my heart that I couldn’t explain. “Sometimes they are.”

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After I dropped Bev off I found myself driving aimlessly, or so I thought for some time. When the song, the one Josh had played during one of the many nights when we were on our backs in cool grass looking up at the sky, came on shuffle, churning through my car speakers I felt an irresistible pull toward a familiar place. John Denver’s even, calm, tenor voice both soothed and alerted my heart as I drove, the familiar words of the song beckoning me back to where we’d really looked for space together. To where everything began.

The barn looked as derelict as ever. Falling apart at the seams, so to speak, it sat at a slight angle, weathered to hell with whatever paint had once been on the wood almost entirely gone and what was left was so sun-damaged it was hard to tell what color it really had been. It was broken and splintered and looked so much harsher in the daylight than it did at night. At night, it looked almost soft and somewhat inviting in its gentle gloom, like it just wanted a friend or two to spend some time by it. The grass and weeds surrounding it, rippling over the acres, had gotten longer since Josh and I had last been there; some of it went nearly up to my chest as I walked along the faint path that still remained, finding my way to the main doors that were perpetually torn open.

I peered inside, inspecting what else might look drastically different when not cloaked in darkness. Cobwebs and dust clung to every corner and surface; rusted equipment sat in broken heaps on the floor; old hay, the smell so much more potent in the afternoon heat, remained in hilly piles above and below and the broken roof with its varied slats and breaking points allowed the sunlight to stream in, almost creating a kaleidoscope in the dank dusk of the interior.

But it was what remained outside the structure that really called to me. I went back out and stepped around the perimeter, quickly able to find the old tree trunk that felt so symbolic it hurt–it was complete permanence. No matter what had happened in this tree’s past, part of it had remained and would always remain. The roots undoubtedly went deep and hard into the earth, securing it there for life outside of a place that would weather away more and more with time until one day it would be almost nothing. And there, next to the tree stump, was the panel of wood with our initials carved into it. The “JK” was sharp and defined above the little plus symbol and my own initials and the sight made me smile though my heart swelled in my chest, which reminded me of what the whole experience was missing.

When the song had played during my drive, I knew what I had been coming back to this place for. More than one thing, but one of those things was to complete that past moment–I retrieved the little pocket knife from my jeans and got to work, engraving a wonky but legible heart around our initials. When it was complete, I stepped back, pleased. Even when the final day of the barn’s life came, those etching would always remain in the wood.

Josh was home when I returned and my heart did a flip when I saw his face again, still reeling from the nostalgia of that first and only love that had begun to blossom so long ago. I shut the door, dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes and surprised him from behind in the kitchen, gathering him up in my arms like he was one single star I could keep down on earth.

“Oh, hey, darling,” he said, lifting one hand to pull an earbud out. “Didn’t hear you back there. How are you? How’s Bev?”

I rocked us both slightly back and forth, tightening my grasp. “Good. We did a little second-hand shopping. Got lunch. How’re your folks?”

He took the second earbud out and slid them both into his pants pocket. “Good. They said they want us to bring back a tour guide of Savannah for them.”

“We should find some nice souvenirs for them, too.” I looked down at the counter in front of him, the cutting board laid out and covered with an array of vegetables. “Stir fry?”

“Exactly.” Josh wiggled back against me and I giggled. “But I can’t finish the job without my arms.”

“I can do it,” I told him, releasing my hold to move my arms in front of him, grabbing the knife with my right hand and a yellow bell pepper with my left. “You can make sure I’m doing it right.”

Josh leaned back, his hair in my face; I moved my head to the side enough to see what I was doing so I didn’t cut myself and ruin dinner. “Doing just fine,” he remarked, then sighed. “Actually, watching you is sort of meditative.”

“Really? That’s good. We all know you’re the better chef,” I said and Josh laughed a little; I could see his nose crinkling in the reflection of the window above the sink. I had to move slowly and methodically, carefully slicing the pepper before moving onto another, a green one. “Guess where I went after I dropped Bev off?”

“The moon?”

“If only. No, the barn. Our barn.”

Josh smiled in the clear glass beyond us. “Really? That’s so sweet. Or should I be hurt that you went without me?”

“Don’t be. I was thinking about you the whole time.” When it got to be time to actually get the pan ready, I pulled myself aside and let Josh get back to work, leaning against the counter as I watched him. “I found our initials again. I carved a heart around them.”

Josh turned, smiling all white teeth and pure joy so bright I wanted to eat him up. “Yeah? That’s even sweeter. How’d we forget to do that way back in the day?”

“I probably thought it was too cliche and you were probably too nice to fight me on that.”

“Sounds right,” Josh affirmed with a laugh, opening the fridge. “I love that you went back and added that. It’s only appropriate. I need to see it when we go there next.” I smiled at the thought–it had been a little while since we’d been there together. “And what did you get from your shopping adventure?”

I pivoted over to the drawer with the spatulas and tongs. “Just one thing, actually, and it’s not for me.”

“You’ve got a surprise for me now?” Josh asked, holding a package of chicken.

I thought of the necklace and the house but mostly the house, with all its charm and possibility. “Yeah, I do. But don’t get too excited,” I suggested, watching him return to the counter, tracing the contours of his face with my eyes. “It’s just something small.”

“Small is good,” he said, nodding, and sliced through the plastic overlay of the chicken with a steak knife. “I’m small.”

“Small in size, but with a huge heart,” I countered, then sidled up to him so I could wrap my hand around his arm. “And with big muscles.” But really–Josh had always been a bit of a hard-body but now he was the epitome of one, so fit and strong that I doubted his lack of height was the first thing everyone noticed. It had to be everything else that at least some noticed–his dark eyes that held everything in such softness you couldn’t help but find yourself entranced and the dark, strong brows that framed them and that which I envied. The perfect nose, so straight and proportional that it wasn’t even fair, right down to his perfect mouth that enchanted me even further whenever he gave me one of his signature kitten smiles, tongue between his, yes, again, perfect teeth. Being familiar with the small things he did to maintain his beauty only made it more alluring and seemingly unachievable for others, myself included. There was the occasional plucking beneath the arch of his eyebrows, a casual skincare routine, a whitening toothpaste, lip balm. Nothing out of the ordinary, yet everything about him was extraordinary and I was sure everyone else could see it all the time. And as easy as it would be to fall into a pit of my own insecurities, Josh never made me feel less than. He never had. He reciprocated my starstruck and dreamy looks, staring into my eyes like he was looking into a golden sunrise, and still whenever he touched me, I felt sparks shimmer all across my skin.

“I need these muscles,” Josh told me, leaning into my own touch. He emphatically tapped the cutting board with the tip of the steak knife. “And this meal will help them grow. Do you wanna eat inside or outside?”

I didn’t even fully register the question, too far gone watching every small movement of his body and continuously returning to gaze at his profile. “I really love you, Josh.”

He turned to me, one of the kitten smiles spreading across his face. “Is that right? Even after all this time, you haven’t gotten sick of me?”

I shook my head, wrapping my arms around him. “Nope. Never have, never will.”

Josh snuggled against me. “I love you too, darling. Always have, always will.”

There’s a sentiment some people hold that is the more you say something, the less profound it becomes. I never felt like that with Josh no matter how many times we said those words.

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sakurachan7734 · 4 months ago

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Nothing but a lab rat

Kim’s backstory

Chapter 1: birthday gift

John: I’m home!!

Kim:(4) hi daddy!!

Angel: hello dear how was work?

John: it was good * pulls out a bouquet of flowers and a bracelet*I got these for you

Angel:* takes the flowers and bracelet*aww thank you dear

Kim: what’s behind your back?

John: it’s for your birthday tomorrow

Kim: ok daddy

John: why don’t you help me with dinner?

Kim: ok daddy!

Kim and John start making dinner

Angel pov

I already know what John got Kim I can’t believe he is giving a almost 5 year old a very expensive necklace and he gave his wife of six years flowers and a bracelet and I feel like he is spending more time with her than me

At dinner

Angel: you did a good job dear

John: your welcome angel

Angel: are you excited for your birthday tomorrow Kim?

Kim: I am!!

Angel: good

A few hours later Kim goes to bed and Angel and John are drinking wine in the living room

John: I will be right back

Angel: where are you going?

John: i’m gonna set up a charcuterie board

Angel: that would be nice

John goes to the kitchen and Angel gets a phone call

Angel:* answers* hello?

?????: hello I am a worker of the company who wants to test out human blood with animal blood and we know that you have a little girl we were wondering if you would like to give your daughter to science we promised to give her back unharmed

Angel: of course! How much do I need to pay you?! I am getting tired of this little brat

?????: no pay we will give you money for her what time is a good time to pick her up?

Angel: march 20

?????: good

The call ends and John comes back from the kitchen

John: who were you talking about?

Angel: my cousin

John: about selling something?

Angel: yes

The next day

John: Kim I have a present for you!

Kim: what is it?

John:* takes out a little white box with blue ribbon* happy fifth birthday, sweetheart

Kim:* opens the box and sees a necklace with a single pearl pendant that looks like the sun* it’s so pretty!! Thank you dad!

John:* takes the necklace and puts it on kim* it says something on the back to

Kim:* hugs john* thank you daddy!!

John:* hugs Kim back* your welcome sweetie

A week later

Angel: hay Kim we have a few people coming over in a couple weeks

Kim: really who?

Angel: a couple of people from my side of the family

Kim: ok what day are they coming?

Angel: the 20th

Kim: ok mommy

March 20th

John: bye girls I’m going to work!

Kim: bye daddy!

Angel: bye dear

A couple hours later a group of guards show up at the linson house and knock on the door

Angel: she’s upstairs in her room

The guards run upstairs to Kim’s room and kick down the door….

End of chapter

#oc backstory #lizard oc #oc story

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jaesntdd · 2 years ago

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@ghxstofycu whispered: “Here…” Emma held out a box to Jason, a soft pink blush spread across her cheeks. Inside the box were a couple things.. one being a simple silver chain necklace with a small music note pendant. Another item was a flash drive that had one of her newest songs on it, one she’d been working on for him- something unreleased. She also had a guitar pick in the box… one of the ones that her brother and his friends had given her. It was somewhat sentimental- and she was honestly a little afraid. “Merry Christmas, Jason.. I know it’s not the most extravagant…”

»» ──────ஓ๑⚔︎๑ஓ ────── «« ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ'ᴅ gone above and beyond by giving emma a big and special gift, but when emma gave him three small, yet equally as valuable ( and much less expensive ) gifts, not only did it give him several ideas for next time, considering what that was or what that meant, but it felt much more meaningful to him than most gifts he received from mainly dick and bruce. their family had a lot of money, so they could get what they wanted basically when they wanted, so a lot of the things he had didn't have as great of a VALUE to him than something passed down from someone like a relative who loved him, at least in the way that they're supposed to, which jason hadn't really gotten throughout his life. these three gifts, however much of a price margin there was between the two's gifts to each other, felt like some of the most special things he'd ever received.

a wide smile crossed his face as he observed everything in the box. it was perfect ... so incredibly, truly perfect. he couldn't have asked for anything more. ❝ ... this is fuckin' SICK ... ! ❞ he breathed out, bewildered. ❝ i'm gonna wear this pendant to every recording session as a good luck charm. and is this a demo of your new CD? we're putting this over the loud speaker later, no arguing. and ... who's pick is this ... ? it looks vintage, custom-made, potentially ... was this ... did this belong to one of the boys in the band? ❞ he wondered. but she didn't have to respond now. all he wanted to do was soak up these warm feelings that were flooding through him, so strongly that he wasn't sure what to do about them. ❝ ... seriously ... thank you. ... i love them. ❞

#something’s wrong with me. >>> 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 #titans are back bitches! >>> 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 #ghxstofycu #when music hits you you feel no pain. >>> 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 #q

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boogiewrites · 2 years ago

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Seeing Stars Pt. 17

Eddie tries a manifestation ritual and it goes eerily well. Star is impressed and a little concerned with how connected they are. It leads to a very intimate encounter in Eddie's shower. Star is on a trauma-healing journey, researching how to help her overcome her past. Eddie offers a distraction, but she finds she's not as over the past as she thought.

TW/CW: NSFW: Sexual Content. Panic attack from PTSD flashbacks of SA/non-con (not described in detail) in the second part of the chapter. Then hurt/comfort. Shower sex. P in V unprotected, oral- m receiving, fingering, use of pet names (baby especially) romantic, loving, intense connective sex. Falling in love. Descriptions of meditation and visions. Magical connections.

Part 1 if you missed it!

Star sat on her bed, legs crossed and eyes closed. The dusk light came through the warm-toned curtains and washed the room in golden light. This was her favorite time to meditate. Incense burned and the smoke slithered up before dissipating into nothing. She stared at the swirling gray. A handmade clay burner caught the ash as it fell, landing into a bowl of salt. Star was distracted, the same thing kept popping into her mind as she tried to clear it. Eddie. She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose before trying again. She wore one of Eddie’s t-shirts, supremely soft and fitting her perfectly. His smell still lingered on the cotton and bloomed with every movement. She wore only the rose quartz pendant he gave her around her neck. She'd barely taken it off since he gave it to her. Her arms and hands were naked, and only Eddie’s gift hung around her neck, resting against her chest. And she wondered why she couldn’t stop thinking about him. He’s infiltrated her life in so many quiet ways she didn’t even notice it.

“Fine, we’ll meditate about Eddie.” She muttered, annoyed, at her altar. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, murmuring out “Eddie.” until he filled her brain. She could imagine him so clearly, his messy waves around a soft, handsome face. His eyes were bright and his smile wide as he laughed. He took a deep breath and looked serene. A hand ran through his hair as he said her name. Her smile was now a reflex involuntary where he was concerned. He closed his eyes, seemingly reclined back, and sighed.

“Star?” It was a question but she didn’t know how to answer. “Star.” A shift in tone, with nothing else added. He begins to look flushed, and a bit uncomfortable. He flinched his lip into a snarl, his shoulders shifting. His chin tilted back, a vein traceable on his neck as his hair fell away. He swallowed hard, brow low. He held an unknown tension in his body and she felt her chest flutter. She wanted to know what was wrong. She didn’t like it when he wasn’t happy. She couldn’t stand it. It hit her strong, a wave of desperation as she silently begged to help him. With a sharp inhale his eyes opened and met hers. He said her name again.

“What?” Slipped from between her lips in real life, calling out to the ether.

He looked confused at first, it quickly passed as his eyes went soft, a smile of the same description on his face.

“Oh, Star.” He sighed. “When are you gonna learn?” He looked away and sat back comfortably against the blackness of the inner mind's vision. “Can’t get you out of my head, either. I try sometimes. Do you try?” He seemed to talk to no one in particular with his closed eyes. “Can you when you do? I can’t.” His voice was breathy and light. “If you were here would I ask you? Would I tell you? Or would I just…” he groaned and bit his lip. It grabbed Star's sacred space and lit it on fire. She audibly moaned, her mouth fell open and it escaped her without warning. “God dammit I need you so bad.” He whispered. Heat rose in her throat, her heart picked up its pace. An out-of-place sigh left his chest. “What the hell am I even doing?” He seemed amused. “What was this supposed to do?” He ran a hand down his face and she saw he was dripping with water. “Do I do all this and think about you and you’ll just… appear? Come take away all my problems. You could. They’re all you.” He grinned. She didn’t feel any bad will towards her, only the deepening urge to connect to him. Her chest ached and she put a hand to it. She’d never felt this before. She’d never been in pain like this. She whimpered and he opened his eyes again. “Can you… can you feel it too? Can you feel me?” He asked, still looking away. She felt it again, electricity at first, a fuzz of static and dizziness that warped a lap in her skull and then walloped her in the chest, her heart hit her gut and all the blood rushed to her most intimate places. “God, Star you don’t even know do you?” The tiniest inkling in his voice felt like a knife in her chest. “You’ve gotta know, baby. I feel it. You’ve got to feel it.” He ground the word out through clenched teeth and she jolted her eyes open, hands slapping to the bed and a whimper falling out of her trembling lips. She looked down at her chest to make sure someone hadn’t stabbed her. She worried for a moment she was having a heart attack. “Star?” She heard his voice echo in her head and she held tight to the charm around her neck.

“Eddie?” She rasped out, looking in the direction of his trailer.

“Baby, come here.” Another groan and the gravel-filled words made her hips buck. She felt commanded. She threw her feet to the floor, sitting up and breathing heavily. Her eyes darted around looking for a divining tool. Her rocks were put away, but a die sat out, possibly left by Eddie on her bedside table. She smiled at the sight, the mere thought of him.

“Alright, we’ll play it your way. 1-20. No to Yes.” She whispered to it in her hands before she rolled it onto the bed. “Oh fuck off.” She swatted it off the bed. She stared it down, on the floor, showing a 20 again. “Fuck all the way off!” She said loudly, but she was already reaching for her keys. She could feel her guides laughing at her.

Eddie was in the shower, his head to the plastic built-in shower/tub wall. He sighed and let the water wash over his back, getting the last of the oils off his skin. He hung his mouth open to fountain out water and rub his face.

“I didn’t know you were gonna be so… involved in all this.” He grumbled and looked down at his twitching cock. “Should’ve known.” He rolled his eyes at himself. He made a noise of annoyance when he felt a heavy throb of blood rush into him, making his lips roll together and his eyes shut for a moment. He didn’t remember feeling this compulsively horny since puberty first hit him. “What is it, boy?” He asked and chuckled to himself. He rubbed his feet along the textured bottom of the tub, checking that it was no longer slick. Maybe he should just jerk off, he concluded. It’d been a few days and he was bursting at the seams it felt. Star had mentioned saving up his energy before doing spell work so he’d tried it. He didn't expect it to work. At all. And certainly not so immediately and literally. So when Star was the face that peeked from behind the bathroom door, he stared at her like he’d seen a ghost.

He knew the trailer was locked, so he wasn't immediately scared for his life when the door began to open. It could’ve only been two people, Wayne and Star were the only ones with keys. Explaining the plethora of pagan paraphernalia in the bathroom would’ve been a little awkward if it’d been Wayne. But Star's eyes went wide as soon as she saw it all. She knew he’d been doing something.

They stood in silence. Only the shower running filled the audial space, humidity taking up the rest with steam. A sliver of Eddie, dripping wet and naked, glistening and soft to the touch from the herbs and oils he’d just soaked in was visible from the peeled-back shower curtain. The longer they looked at each other, the more intense it felt. It was a confusing mix of excitement and worry. His cock jumped to break the tension, diverting his gaze for a moment. Her eyes went to it too.

“I-uh…” he began before looking back up at her, now standing in front of a closed door. His hands fidgeted in front of his chest giving away his worry.

“You were…” her voice was unnaturally breathy as if she’d worn herself out. “Holy shit.” She whispered, piecing together the potential of what could’ve just happened between them.

“Yeah.” He answered softly, it felt like she knew he had been thinking about her.

“Eddie.” Her tone shifted, she was so impressed, for many reasons. A smile grew on her face before behind hindered by a bitten lip. She started taking her clothes off without another word.

“Star?” He gawked and watched her reveal her soft body piece by piece. He said it so tenderly, in awe of her appearance both visually and emotionally.

She walked toward the tub and he pulled back the curtain with no second thought behind it. He stood with the shower head on his back, already soaked through and rivulets falling from his curls.

“You wanted me here?” She asked, the water lightly spraying off his body and onto hers. She put her hands to his chest, slowly splaying her fingers out over the pale expanse of it.

“You knew?” He already had the answer but this was too intense for him not to ask.

“I felt you.” A whispered and awe-struck answer he trembled at. “I saw you when I was meditating. ” She gazed up lovingly at him, overwhelmed by the many feelings she had about the situation at hand.

“You did?” His posture was relaxed under her touch, his head leaning into her to be closer.

“Yeah. I had to come see you. I… fuck.” She sighed and bit her lip. “Eddie… “ it was on the verge of a laugh of disbelief. “I’ve never had this happen before.” She shook her head and put her hands on his wet face. His lashes were black and long, dark eyes were framed with a flare. “I’ve never… felt so connected to someone before.” She confessed and the puppy eyes were back in full force. “I didn’t know I could channel someone”. She added desperately as he moved to wrap his body around hers.

“I didn’t either.” He confessed lips to lips. “I did the ritual bath like you said. I started thinking about what I wanted. I thought about you.”

“I saw your face, I could hear you.” She glimpsed away from his intense stare, she was feeling overwhelmed.

“You could-what now?” His heart kept to his throat for an instant. He dug through his mind for what he’d said like digging through a pile of dirty laundry for a single specific shirt.

“I heard you say my name. You said you were thinking about me. Then something about wanting me. You asked if I could feel you.” She looked back to find his eyes curious and searching. “And I could. It hurt. It was in my chest and my…” she looked down and he got her hint. “Like my heart and my pussy were on fire.” Her face was serious. “I called out to you when you said my name.”

“You did.” It wasn’t a question. He thought it was her voice floating around his mind like it always did.

“You called me baby.” The softness in her face made his heart thump. Her eyes were sweet and her smile sickeningly so. He was compelled to kiss her. He took her as softly and sweetly as the pet name was. “Something about the way you said it, though.” She dropped her voice to a whisper as if the thought escaped on accident.

“What was it?” He audibly gulped.

“It’s like I had no choice. I had to come to you. It was so intense.”

“It is.” He nodded, the tension cleaner in his voice. Had she felt that he loved her? She said it hurt and set her on fire. He didn’t know if that was good. He knew it hurt him to love her sometimes. He hadn’t meant to share that. He hadn’t meant to do any of this.

“I’ve never heard your voice so powerful before.” she shivered at the thought of the gritty growl. “It sounded so sweet at first. Calling me baby. So soft. The softest thing I’ve ever felt.” She sighed contently and touched his face with her fingertips. She nuzzled her nose to his chin as he loomed over her in his arms.

“Can I call you that?” He asked timidly. She blink as if she hadn’t considered it. It felt, intimate. It felt soft in a way she hadn’t experienced before. She didn’t understand why it made her feel small but she knew it felt good.

“Yeah.” She answered. He finally inhaled after unknowingly holding his breath for her response. “Yeah, you can.” She gave a small nod and he gave a small kiss in response. “I don’t-" she held her mouth open and hesitated. Her bangs were sticking to her forehead, her front now wet from being pressed against him. “I don’t know what it is but when you say certain things. Certain words. And sometimes they don’t do anything at all. But sometimes… sometimes they make me feel… deeply and I don’t understand it.”

“Like what?”

“When you called me baby. Baby, come here, you said. I made up my mind and I left. I didn’t think about it much at all. And I overthink everything.” She was feeding Eddie what he wanted to hear. Was he finally getting through to her? She was so close to understanding.

“I want you almost all the time.” He confessed, his nose brushing hers. “Do you like to hear me say it?” He tried to pinpoint what made her react so strongly. He wanted to duplicate it and bottle it and keep it to use forever.

“I do. I did. You were so raw when you said it. You didn’t know I could hear.” She smiled up at him. “It was so sexy it burned.” Her eyes narrowed as she said burned, feeling the heat between them again. Felt it in his eyes when he looked at her, despite the brown darkness it was like they flickered with an amber red at times like these.

“And baby?” He said with intention. Just like she’d told him to. He held her face, gentle and warm from the shower to hold her attention and study every micro-expression he caused. Baby was the winner. Her eyes were unfocused for a split second, and her chest rose and fell. “It’s baby, isn’t it? That’s the magic word.” He’s never used the word magic and meant it before. She looked at his mouth to watch him speak with rapt attention. She gulped, lips finally closing for her to nod ever so subtly. “Star. Baby.” The words were a spell as they left his full lips. They were inhaled by her and seeped inside to take over her figurative heart. “You feel it when I say it don’t you? Like you mentioned earlier?” He was a breath away from condescending but not quite there. He meant it but he also felt her sag against him and her chest stutter as he tried to see directly into her soul through her eyes. She could only nod in reply. He’d taken all thoughts out of her and let only him in their place.

“So much.” She whimpered out, her eyes giving away how overwhelmed she felt. “It’s…” she put her hand to her chest. Her brow furrowed for a moment. “It’s so much?” He knew the crack in her voice, he’d felt it when he realized he was falling for her. She was still confused. He saw the hesitation and concern in her eyes.

“It’s supposed to be, baby.” He soothed her, bringing his mouth to hers to capture the moment and keep it pure. She whined into his mouth, he kept her against him with lean, tattooed arms. At first, she submitted too much, taking a moment to be dazed by him. They kissed like waves washing up on shore. Steady, calm, some splash and a brief pause between rhythmic beats.

Star was dizzy, she didn’t know how he was so powerful. She felt weak in his arms but he made it feel so damn good she didn’t have it in her to want it to stop. She wanted to know what gave him this ability and how she could get it. She was envious of him, making her feel something she never had before. She didn’t know how he did it but she wanted more. She surged forward, the initial overwhelm surpassed by the hunger for more. The rest of her body soon matched his with a sheen of water across it from his hands roaming trying every way they could to pull her close. He pushed her against the wall of the shower, a gasp at the cold to her back before it was taken away by his hands. She put her leg around him, painted toes, still a happy bright yellow despite it being winter, rest on the back of his knee to give her some semblance of balance.

“Do you feel it too?” she asked, his face buried in her neck, all components of a kiss gnashing and lapping at her throat. His lips trailed to her ear, ghosting over the conch-like folds to send intention to her again.

“I feel it.” he nodded, seeing her eyes closed and focused with her nose wrinkled as he looked at her face. Kisses that had no business being so light and tender walked along her neck to her jaw. Instead of engulfing her pinked lips, he kissed her cheek, seeing her face soften. He followed it with a delicate touch to her temple, a content hum left her as the smallest pressure of his lips was enough to move her head. He kissed her eyelids, watching the pained position her muscles fell into melt away. “Does it still hurt?” he whispered as his hands kept her steady and warm, firm against the give of her skin.

“No.” she exhaled, her face serene. He kissed her cheek and a smile graced his sight. “It feels good now.” her chin lifted with the happy news, and wet lashes that felt heavy fluttered open to find him watching her. “You always feel so good, Eddie.” she sighed after a deep inhale. Their lips met again, waves crashing. Their hands grew bolder, Star's grasping at his back, moving to his ass and thighs before she gave a slow caress of his hard cock pressed between their bodies. The instant she touched him, his hand dipped between her legs, giving in to the burn they both felt. He’d managed to not grope away at her chest, although the same couldn’t be said for her hips and ass. The passing touches, the firm fingertips across her nipples even in passing were enough to stoke the fire inside her. It had never taken much for him to do so, had it?

She instinctually reached for his crown of curls, her hand grasped at nothing, almost laughing when she realized it was as soaked as she was. She settled on petting him instead. He moved her leg, placing her foot on the edge of the tub for leverage, opening her up to him. He didn’t know how she managed to get her hair so soft. It was a frictionless cushion as it submitted to his fingers as they slid into the hot recesses of her body. Without trying his fingers found her clit, a throbbing beacon that supported her claims of fire and burning inside.

He pulled his body from hers, causing her hands to grasp around his length to keep him close. He angled his shoulders to get a better curve for his fingers to dip inside her. Her head fell back to the wall, her hand now lazily stroking his cock. He kept his face close, kissing the corners of her mouth as she let it fall open to get enough air to keep up with the rising beat of her heart.

“It feels a bit redundant to say I can feel how wet I am seeing as we’re in the shower but it doesn’t make it any less true.” a breathy giggle left her mouth that made him smile against her cheek.

“Can you hear it?” he asked into her ear, his fingers moving faster, a smack of skin to skin as he hooked in and made her gasp.

“Mmm Hmm.” she nodded, her mouth rolled together tight. “F-feel it too.” she stuttered out, her eyes opening to seek his out, looking up and presenting him the same kitten-wide stare she’d been giving him more and more as of late.

“Taste it too,” he murmured, lifting his sticky fingers to her lips where she eagerly took them into her mouth, her hand tightening around his cock and letting the groan that had been building in his chest escape. He slowly slid them out of her mouth, tips dancing on her lips as he joined his tongue with hers as she lapped away at his fingers. A moan left them both, her feeling the visceral reaction to his fingers, and his at the sight of her open-mouthed and hungry for whatever he gave her. Sliding into a deep kiss, wide mouths pressed together and tongues lavishing one another in the dark confines. He took her arm and put it around his neck, she followed it with her other quickly, feeling him take himself into his hand to dip his hips. She rose to her tiptoes, using his lean body as leverage, easing him in notching their bodies together. Her ankles wobbled, giving as he bottomed out, his dark nest of hair meshed to hers, the pressure of his hips against her swollen clit making her take him in even deeper at the few inches of height she’d lost. The stomach wiggling and the chest fluttering wasn’t the only new feeling for Star. She’d never had sex this way before, or even in a shower. She would’ve done it sooner if she’d known how the way he moved his body against hers would stimulate her clit so well.

It grew hot fast, the steam-filled air symbolic of the friction between them. He towered over her, making her feel small in a delicious way she’d never felt before. He tilted his hips more than pounded them. Her body rose with every thrust, taking him in as far as she could, and it still wasn’t enough. Their kisses turned desperate, sounds escaping with every push and pull, mouths linked together but unable to keep the promise of kissing. He felt as if he couldn’t get close enough to her, couldn’t bury himself deep enough inside her. He couldn’t part from her lovely lips, he needed to breathe her in, keep her close and devour every sound that left them. Her usual lusty, indulgent sounds were delicate and scared, almost pained. What they lacked in the usual dirty talk or growls they made up for in honesty and emotion. He kept his pace steady, dragging his body along hers, trying to touch every erogenous zone he knew of to give her everything she needed. A choked sob, a trembling lip now told him more in the intimate way he knew her than any words could.

“I know baby, I know.” he pressed his forehead to hers, taking control to give her gripping kisses as she cried out. She stuttered, her voice cracked, her throat tight and her body burning as she came. Each wave of it rolled over her with each push into her. It was not like Star to lose herself so willingly. She knew his arms here shaking, holding her weight up as she went limp. But she knew he’d keep her from harm. She shouted out as she inhaled, coming up from drowning in everything about him. She tried to steady herself with her hands on the shower wall, but she was still so fuzzy, her brain made of static she didn’t realize she knocked his arms away from her as she slid down the wall, the slick palms of Eddie gaining no grip as he slapped to keep her from the shower floor. She looked around, eyes no longer lolling in their sockets. She started to laugh, her whole face and body giving into it quickly, hunching in on herself before looking up at him. “You okay?” he asked with a bright smile, the feeling of hot tears prickling the backs of his eyes at the sight of her soaked and shaking from orgasm and laughter. His chest ached again with a gentle loving burn. Another moment he’d remember for the rest of his life and he was in it. He loved her so much.

“I’m too good.” she pushed her wet waves out of her face and tittered again, cheeks flushed. She grabbed the edge of the tub, legs wobbly like a newborn foal. “OOP!” she squeaked as they slid involuntarily and he joined in on the laughter now.

“You need help?”

“Most definitely but I can manage this.” she joked with her cheeks making her eyes almost disappear with her happy smile. “I only needed to get here.” she smacked her thighs as she sat back on her feet. “C’mere.” she gave him a playful wrinkle of her nose and pulled him toward her by the backs of his thighs. “This is what I want.” she cooed, eyes bright before disappearing behind her lids as she kissed his thighs. Her hands weren’t gentle, nails sinking into his thighs and ass, the usual soft fuzz now slick from the water running down his body. She used his body as leverage to pull herself to him, his cock bouncing off her nose as she giggled and nipped at him before deciding where to aim first. As always he was compelled to tell her she didn’t have to, a reaction he always had. And her answer was always that she wanted to. So he didn’t tell her this time, he watched her eyes bright and half-lidded, deep moans from the satisfaction of an orgasm as she kissed her way to his balls. With a hungry soft sound, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed him. He grabbed for the handle built into the shower wall to steady himself with a soft swear under his breath. She wiggled her hips like some happy puppy and shook her face deep between his thighs, pushing them apart to get into places no one else had been before. He smelled of the oils he’s soaked in, his skin impossibly soft. She lapped and hummed in the soft flesh parts of him and he let out a high-pitched whine. Kissing her way up she found him still coated in her, precum, a cherry on top of his pulsing cock that glistened in the light from the tiny window above the shower. She met his eye purposely, her tongue one long line up the underside of him, torturously slow, waiting for him to look at her. Only then did she gently suckle at his head, showing how much she enjoyed it.

“I love it when I can taste both of us like this,” she confessed, her hand wrapping around the base of him to aim him into her mouth. His hand that had been ahold of the handle moved to the side of her head lovingly. His other reached high, holding the shower curtain bar. It stretched him out so delectably her eyes rolled back, his slender waist to sturdy shoulder ratio expanding to make him look like some greek god come down to gift her with his visage. His hair was black, like his eyes against the shining pale of his skin. His tattoos were so stark, standing out to remind her of the stories behind each and how he just wouldn’t seem like Eddie without them. She slid him into her mouth as his hand shook, trying to be affectionate amidst the borderline obscenity happening in front of him and cup her cheek. But Star was too focused on the pleasure she could derive from pleasing him. It had been new, a surprise to her when they’d first gotten together. But he was so responsive, so giving in all other times she wanted to let him focus on himself and feel as good as he made her feel. She knew how to touch him. Two hands, a slight twist, took him down as far as she could and let her tongue bathe him all the while. He fell apart so quickly that he was embarrassed. He was panting, his hand twitching in her hair. Anytime he’d let his masculine light moans grace her ears she repaid him with one as enthusiastic and feminine in return.

"It’s been days.” he gritted out. “I’m gonna cum soon.” he sounded so pitiful, twitching in her mouth as he confessed.

“You promise?” she pulled off him with a wonderfully nasty gasp and pop. Spit stuck to her lips as she panted for breath, keeping them connected even after they parted.

He groaned and buried his face into the crook of his raised arm.

“Where do you wanna cum?” she asked, hands still stroking him, lips kissing at his firm and cushiony tip.

“Wha-where?” he asked confused. For the sake of a mess, Star had always gulped him right up.

“We’re in the shower. You can make a mess of me if you want.” she offered with her big eyes watching his every move. She saw the thoughts move across his face as if he were processing. “You want to cum on my tits?” she asked with a giggle and his eyes screwed shut, a whine leaving him as his hips bucked. “Or what about my face?”

“You’re fa-? Fuuuck.” he lamented into the echo of the shower.

“You gotta tell me, pretty boy? Where do you wanna mark me?” she was enjoying herself too much, seeing him a groveling mess above her. The idea of marking her was something they both knew he was into. “It’s my face, isn’t it? You wanna see me painted up all pretty with your cum?”

“Fuck, baby.” he whimpered as if she were making fun of him and she took him back into her mouth.

“Hmmm?” she asked for clarification through a hum while he was down her throat.

“Yes. Please.” he panted out, his face turning back to her. “I wanna see it.” he whispered, a hand holding her by the jaw to hold her face up to him so he didn’t miss an inch of it. “Let me, baby, here.” he took himself into his hand, knowing he was close. He put his hand on the shower wall behind her, really leaning over her to aim.

“You look so fucking good stroking your cock over me like this.” she dotted kisses to his leaking head, timing them to his strokes.

“M’gonna cum.” he whined. She held her tits up, jutted out her chin proudly, and opened her mouth. The sight was enough to finish him off. She caught the first bit on her tongue and closed her mouth, humming and biting her lip. She shut her eyes and moved slightly so he’d hit other parts of her face. He was almost scorching hot against her face in spurts. A few days might’ve been an understatement with how he painted her. She felt it hit her hair, her chest, running down her throat as she giggled and wiggled her hips excitedly, knowing he was enjoying the process. She felt him land against her face, fat and warm as she hummed and kissed his twitching cock.

“You didn’t even hit my eyes. You’ve done this before.” she giggled and batted her wet lashes at him. She was admittedly wet again from his sights and sounds, considering another round or having him use his gifted hands on her. But a familiar sound, a squeaking slip after he moved his hand to his face to rub it as if he were making sure he wasn’t dreaming. He shouted as he slipped, Star moving back to catch him.

“Ow, fuck.” he laughed, now on top of her, one of her legs out of the side of the tub and him on his knees, chest pressed against hers.

“We’re gonna die in this shower.” she snorted out, her arm wrapped around him. He took his washcloth off the handle in the shower, wiping off her face as she gave him an odd smile.

“I’d say sorry about this but… I’m not.” he wiped her down and tossed the cloth back behind him. He kissed her chest as she laughed.

“You shouldn’t be. That was fun.” she shook her head, him awkwardly scooting in their tangle of limbs to kiss her. “I mean, more than fun. It was amazing. That position was almost worth breaking a leg. You were on my clit so good.” she cooed and sighed, her hand on his head as he kissed adoringly on her neck and jaw.

“My legs were cramping like a mother fucker.” he admitted and they fell into another round of laughs. She felt that feeling in her chest again, laying like sprawled rag dolls in his shower tub, soaked and sticky and content in their afterglow. It was so silly, both having fallen, both awkward and still enjoying every second of it. He looked down at her, and she up at him. They both felt it in their chests again simultaneously. Again Star felt an odd pang of jealousy. How could he have done this, made her feel this new connection? She’d been practicing for years and he tries it on a whim and connects with her so strongly she was still worried she might be dreaming. A tender kiss, a shared laugh of embarrassment, and pure joy cross between their lips. She let the warm honey feeling move outwardly from her chest, full of wonder and a smidge of concern. She wanted to know what it was about him that made him able to do this. She didn’t think there were emotions left to experience after all she’d been through. She was so close to figuring it out. She just had no idea.

Star was neck-deep in sexual trauma theory. What started as a new years resolution, which she was already annoyed by going by the Gregorian calendar, had taken her to the library to try to find some women-based reading. She’d gotten a funny look when she asked the librarian where she might find some good books written by women on feminism. At that moment she missed Chicago. The librarian there had been a lovely lesbian that would talk her ears off about women’s rights if you’d let her. But here, the not old woman looked at her like she had two heads. At this point, with $5 in the hole for photocopies of medical and psychology journal studies, she felt like she had three heads with the amount of knowledge she was cramming in. She wanted to dive into her past, her cards telling her that was where she needed to focus her healing. So she obliged them, and now she was torn between flashbacks of her ex, her chronic bad decisions since she was a tween, and the current evolution of herself. She was thankful to have made so much progress, but the way she would get a flutter in her chest every time a case study hit a little too close to home, a domestic violence instance, grief, sexual assault, it all made the scar on her head hurt to think about. It brought up things she wanted to forget but knew she couldn’t. She felt tired. She remained, however, grateful for the present. She decided to smoke and take a break, needing a distraction.

Eddie made his way with unburdened steps into Star’s trailer. She looked up from her nest of papers on her bed, glasses on and her hair twirled up with a pencil in it. She blinked a few times, looking up over her glasses at him as if he’d interrupted.

“Sorry I was looking for Star's place, I didn’t know this was the library.” He bonked his forehead dramatically and he got a smile out of her. All was right in the world.

“Funny you mention that. I did go to the library today.” She tabbed the paper she was reading, a stack of many bound together by staples, clips, and rubber bands. A few books with their shiny library covers joined the controlled mess on her bed.

“Really?” He said surprised. He recall a time she’d told him she’d gone there before. “What'd you get?” She scooted to the edge of the bed, her oversized cardigan riding up her hips before she stood and handed Eddie a book.

“It started with this.” She began sorting and piling the stacks of papers onto the kitchen table.

“The Female Eunuch?” He winced at the title.

“I was trying to find something feminist.”

“This sounds the exact opposite.”

“It’s not, which is interesting,” she shrugged and dug the pencil out of her hair. “I have this book touting to go forth and fuck! Live your life for only you and follow your pussy and what it wants! THEN.” She rolls her eyes shaking a stack of photocopies. “There are all these studies on trauma and how you can’t trust yourself and everything is a trauma response and that using your sexuality can be a coping mechanism to cover fear and I -“ she stopped and took a deep breath, removing the glasses she wore only to read. Only Eddie knew she had them and he relished in that fact, loving her in them anytime he saw them. She’d needed them after the head injury. Rubbing the bridge of her nose she turned back toward Eddie who had sat the book down as if it bite him. “You think you know yourself. And then someone with a Ph.D. tells you differently.” She rolled her eyes.

“What brought this on?” He stepped closer, a bit hesitant, her mood not welcoming but also not turning him away.

“New Year New Me.” She curtsies satirically. “What is it that always brings this stuff on?”

“Therapy.” He nodded now understanding.

“Bingo.” She pointed out to bop his nose. “I go looking for empowerment and get called a slut.” She laughed.

“Did someone call you that?” She saw his protective haunches rise and she gave him a much sweeter smile as she mushed his cheeks with her palms.

“No sweet pea, I mean the books.” He looks at the book he sat on the counter and flipped it off. “That’ll show 'em” Star laughed.

“You’re just a book. You don’t even have a brain. You don’t know shit.” He said loudly, bending at the waist with enthusiasm as Star was taken by another laugh.

“I think that’s the last we’ll be hearing from them.” She leaned in to put her arms around his neck. “My hero.” She bat her lashes as he flexed his arms.

“You need someone to insult inanimate objects? I’m your man.” A cocky nod and wink made her giggle a kiss on his cheek. “Doesn’t matter what some book says anyway.” He moved to pull her against him, both content and calm as they spoke with barely inches between them. “What do you think?”

“About?”

“What the books and papers are telling you.” He nodded over the stack before returning his eyes to her. She took a deep breath before responding.

“I thought I just liked sex. It feels good. I don’t go out and do it impulsively anymore. You know, no drugs or shady situations.” He cocked an eyebrow up at her. “Weed doesn’t count.” She wrinkled her nose playfully at him.

“Oh right sorry, forgot.” He grinned.

“It’s not dangerous anymore. It’s not something I dread or hate or avoid. It’s… just sex ya know?”

Eddie felt a little wounded. Sure that was what he’d agreed on months ago but he is now a compulsive liar by her therapy standards. Sex with her never felt like just sex.

“I dunno, I think there’s more to it than, just sex.” He gave a little shrug.

“Well now yeah.” She added quickly. “It is much more fun when it’s with someone you trust and care about. So yeah, you’re right. I mean in comparison to where I was. It was used against me for years so I took back my power and just- went nuts again like I was 13 again.”

“13?” He asked a touch mortified.

“Yeah, I had a fake ID and was going to clubs and stuff.” She said it so casually. “I had curves at 12. Puberty hit me like a truck. And early.” She chuckled. “Mom had just passed and I went wild for a bit. Without her there to take care of me or give me advice I ran to the wrong crowd and I was another after-school special.” She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but that explains a lot.”

“It does doesn’t it?” She laughed. “I know I was too young now. Which is why I get so protective over the kids. I don’t want them to have to learn everything little thing the hard way.”

“You’re a good role model.” He said comfortingly.

“You think so?” She was surprised

“You’re not talking out of your ass about things. You did it, you fucked up and you moved forward. That’s all anyone can do in life.”

“So simple and so sage.” She smiled warmly at him, a chaste kiss of appreciation to his lips. “When did you start having sex?” She asked curiously.

“I can say I was trying since 13.” He laughed and buried his head into her shoulder.

“C’mon. I’m not gonna make fun of you. You’re not old and I wasn’t your first so it can’t be bad.” She mushed her head to his and squeezed him.

“18.” He mumbled into her shoulder. “This older girl had already graduated. Fucked me for my birthday.” He chuckled, pulling back and his cheeks were blushing. “Then I didn’t care about it as much. And since I was 18 I could do whatever the fuck I wanted so going to shows I fucked around some. That’s mostly it. Some hand-and-mouth stuff at… 16? Some girl that I’d known forever. Neither of us had any game so we practiced on each other.”

“That old chestnut.” She snorted,

“Yep, Eddie’s the dirty little secret.” he sighed. “She got tits over the summer and after that, she never spoke to me again. Dudes we’re all over her after that.”

“When my tits come in I won’t ditch you.” Star failed at holding in a giggle.

“You gonna get more?” He reached up and squeezed her chest and she delighted him with a laugh, putting her hands over his.

“They’re fine.” She shrugged. “Who needs tits when you’ve got an ass like mine anyway?” She said with a more serious tone but still joking expression.

“I can’t agree or disagree because I can get slapped either way.”

“You could say nothing and grab both?” She offered, taking her hands off his to let him choose. With one hand staying in place and the other going for her meaty cheek he leaned and kissed her. They laughed through it at first as he wobbled her cheek and squeezed away like she was a stress toy. He walked to her the bed, her willingly drawing him back before he threw his jacket and kicked off his shoes. His hands grabbed her roughly, both hands firm on her ass before giving one side a jolting spank then the other.

“Does it make me a bad feminist to like this?” She giggled as his kisses started to travel to her jaw.

“Mmmph no.” He shook his head. “Makes you a woman who knows what she likes.” He growled playfully and bit her neck. She hummed contently and turned to get on the bed on her knees. She pulled him toward her by his belt loop and a cocky smile sat on his handsome face. “You are the portrait of feminism aren’t you?” He smirked, letting her knock his knees against the side of the bed. She raised to kiss him, trying to pull him down onto the bed. Instead, he crawled on his knees, gaining more and more leverage over her until her feet kicked out in their knee-high socks and she landed on her back.

He raised over her, his hands holding him up at arm's length. His hair shook as he smiled and ran a finger down the v-neck of her sweater, farther down to tickle her thigh. He heard her make a small sound, tensing her thighs together. He leaned down to kiss her knees, hands moving her legs apart to settle between them.

Star lay on her back, feeling Eddie between her legs and getting the oddest sensation in her chest. This wasn’t like the scary but good one. This wasn’t the magic one. Before she realized what he was doing he had her legs spread and his hips between them, pulling her to cozy up their hips to one another.

“You do what you want.” He said supportively, kissing her ankle.

Star suddenly felt small. Too small. Bad small. He looked so broad, so intimidating towering over her when she was on her back. The kisses eased the way her heart started to quicken, she felt sweat start to form on her skin. The words of her ex were a ghostly whisper in her head. ‘You think you can do what you want.’ Overtook the sweet playful nature of Eddie. Her chest tightened.

He kissed down her legs, loud adoring smooches, a single one pressed to her cotton-covered center. She didn’t mewl and pull his head into her like usual. But he didn’t find it that odd, her hands were on his shoulders after all.

Star's muscles tightened, and she felt compelled to push Eddie away, fighting with herself that he wasn't Bobby and he wasn’t hurting her. But the closer he got to hovering over her completely, each kiss up her chest made her gasp with the signs of a panic attack. Poor Eddie thought she was simply into it. He was, she always had been, why would she not be?

“You say what you want.” He added, another bullet point in his supportive list of things that made her a good feminist.

‘You think you can run your fucking mouth.’ Is what Star heard, Bobby’s voice in her head as she gritted her teeth together. Eddie reached her throat and found it clammy and cold, her pulse too fast when he kissed her throat. He raised and that's when she broke.

Star whimpered, the first filled with only fear and pain he’d heard from her. Eddie's face went pale, putting his hand on her face to comfort her.

“Hey, hey, baby what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” He begged, Trying to comfort her by wrapping her up in his arms beneath her. Unfortunately for both of them, that was the wrong move. He felt her cry and her hands shake as they pushed against him. He immediately backed away, keeping his hands on her as she scrambled to the head of the bed like a frightened animal. She looked cornered, her eyes apologizing as she stuttered and tried to speak.

“P-panic.” She tapped her chest and Eddie slid in, knowing how to help now. He counted breaths, blew on her face, and fanned her until she stopped shaking. He didn’t ask anything until she spoke first. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered, her bangs sticking to her forehead from sweat.

“No, no apologizing sweetheart these things happen.”

“It wasn’t you, I’m sorry.” She said again and he sat against the wall, patting his chest to offer it to her. She snuggled herself against him, her ear to his chest without hesitation.

“Take your time, it’s fine.” He stroked her hair and rubbed her back.

“We’ve never-you’ve never been on top like that before.” She spoke quietly, but there was no reason not to.

“No, we haven’t have we?” He hadn’t even realized.

“This is going to sound so stupid.” She pushed her face into his chest and he pulled her in closer, kissing her head.

“You know it’s not. You know I wouldn’t say that. You’re just having a moment. It’s not stupid.”

“He-“ she began and it was a man so infamous that he’d never even met he knew exactly who she meant. “He would only… have sex with me like that. He would-.”

“Say no more, sweetie. I understand. I get it.” He nodded and frowned. “I’d say I can imagine but I can’t.” He admitted. Eddie didn’t know what to say. So he went with “I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t know I'd react like that. I’m sorry. I thought I was past it.”

“Shhhh.” He rocked her slightly, stroking back her hair. “I don’t blame you. That reaction makes sense after that. I didn’t know anything about that I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

“I don’t want him in my head anymore. I’m so tired.” She yawned on cue. “He doesn’t deserve to take up space in my head. And keep me from doing things I want to.”

“You’re right.” He wholeheartedly agreed. She could feel him nod.

“I’ll be fine. Eventually. I just need a little time. I’ll need to work this out.”

“Good. Take your time, honey. Whatever you want to do or not do is fine with me.”

“Thank you.” She nuzzled her face into his chest again. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you either.” He said it in earnest but it made her smile.

“Do I feel a smile?” He looked down to see her face and she offered it up to him.

“Yeah.” She rasped out, barely a word. “He never made me do that.” She huffed out an awkward laugh at the dark humor of it. “But you can.” A soft sleepy smile gazed up at him, wholesome as could be. He kissed her forehead and squeezed her with a sound of strain to break the tension.

“I’ll keep doing it then.”

“Please do.” She yawned.

“I’ll switch on the tv and you can nap. You deserve it. Sound good?” He picked the remote up off her bedside table.

She simply nodded, her body tired from the attack, but in an exhausted calm knowing she was safe now. She had someone who would let her be human and mess up and still hold her and keep her safe. She could fall asleep with that simple fact alone.

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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Good morning - Harry Styles

a/n: oh wow look at me, double posting, can’t stop won’t stop. anyway, here is this lil birthday smut i wrote today, totally not while working, that would be unacceptable *cough cough*.... whatevs, enjoy and let me know what you though!

warning: it’s a smut, straight up, morning blowie for the bday boy

word count: 1.7k

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The warm morning Sun peeks through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the half open curtains giving the rays a free pass into the hazy bedroom that’s filled with warmth, sleep and little snores coming from one particular birthday boy who is turning twenty-seven today.

Harry lies on his back, one hand on his bare chest, the other one sprawled out to the side, his lower arm hidden under the pillow your head is resting on. Your legs are tangled with his long ones, one hand on his stomach, the other one tugged under your head.

You wake slowly, with each drawn breath, gradually sensing your surroundings. The rays of sunshine on your back where the sheets are not covering you, Harry’s soft puffs and snores you’ve grown to adore so much, it’s now hard to sleep without them. The touch of his soft skin under your balm and his hairy legs tangled with yours, locking them together, anchoring you to him even in his sleep.

Blinking a few times you get used to the brightness as your eyes fall on the man beside you, sleeping so peacefully. You give yourself a few minutes to adore the line of his forehead, the bridge of his nose, the curves of his lips and his chiseled jawline that’s just screaming to be touched.

You sigh, feeling so lucky and gifted to have him as the first thing to see in the mornings, his presence makes sure your day starts perfectly.

Harry hums in his sleep, his arm that’s under your pillow curls until he is scooping you closer to his side and you gladly move to lie against him, running your hand up on his chest you trace the cross pendant that lies between his chest muscles.

“Mmm,” he hums again at your touch and for a moment you think he is awake, but when you look up at his pretty face, his eyes are still wired shut, lips slightly parted. You smile at how easily he reacts to your touch even when he is asleep.

With your wandering eyes, you take in every tiny detail of his perfect body, every piece of art that’s tattooed into his skin forever, every curve, muscle and blemish, you just can’t get enough of him. And today, you are ready to cherish him more than usual. Today is his day, it’s all about your love for him and to show how happy you are that he chose to spend another year of his life with you. You still remember his last birthday at the beginning of your relationship. You were still testing the waters with each other, not entirely cozied up to each other just yet, you just knew you wanted to be together.

Now a year later, you can’t be more sure about wanting to spend the rest of your life with him, share everything with him and love him every day that you have on this planet.

Your hand slowly makes its way down his chest, gently caressing his tummy, grazing your nails softly on the lines of his fern tattoos until your fingertips reach the elastic band of his boxers. Glancing up you see that he is still sleeping and a devilish smile tugs on your lips, knowing how you want to wake your man up on his birthday.

As your palm slides further down his body, you cup his cock through the fabric of his boxers, rubbing him gently and sensually to wake his nerves up down there. His reaction is almost instant. When you slip your hand under the band he is already half hard, ready for whatever you have in your mind. You give him a few gentle strokes just to make sure his body knows your intentions before you pull your hand back. You push yourself up from your lying position and throw a leg over his waist, getting on top of him and leaning forward you put your hands to his stomach for support, your lips meeting his perfectly cut jawline as you start peppering his warm skin with chaste kisses everywhere you go. You watch his face and see that his eyelids start to move, finally opening when you’re kissing along his collarbone, down his chest.

“Mornin’,” you smile at him as his hands instantly come up to your waist. To add to the experience, you gently rock your hips, rubbing yourself against him, feeling his growing bulge push against your core.

“Oh my, good mornin’ to you as well, my love,” he smirks, closing back his eyes, lying underneath you, letting you do anything you want with him.

Your lips travel down his chest, across his tummy and you kiss every leaf of his fern tattoos before you move to the very bottom of his stomach.

“Have you slept well, birthday boy?” you ask with a coy smile when his eyes open again, fixed on you as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

“Yeah. But waking up has been especially good,” he chuckles, his morning voice doing things to you without him even touching you.

“Thought you’d like your first birthday surprise as early as possible,” you grin and tug down his boxers. He buckles his hips up a bit so you can easily get rid of the clothing item, throwing it to the side.

“So thoughtful of yo—Ah!” he moans when you place a soft kiss to his pink head, hands sliding down his erected length before you grip the base and bring it up from his stomach. He is so hard and ready just for you, it waters your mouth.

“You think you’ll like my gift?” you tease him, gently pumping him, taking your time with every movement you make.

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” he breathes out, his eyelids are still heave from his sleep, but he can’t take his eyes off of you as you settle between his legs.

“I hope so,” you smirk before licking up his whole length, a whimper erupting from his pink lips. Keeping one hand on his base you bring your other one to play with his balls, knowing well it always drives him crazy. Your lips are not even on him, yet he is already moaning your name. He brings his hands to you, collecting your hair in his palm so he can see your face perfectly.

You wet your lips, give his head another sloppy kiss before you wrap your lips around him and start pushing your head down on his cock, his dick filling up your mouth just right as he cries your name out at the sensation.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes out, one hand holding your hair, the other one gripping the sheets beside him.

You start bobbing your head, going up and down his erection, taking him in as much as you can every time you go down, covering the rest with your hand, gently pumping his base. He is so big, your eyes start to water when his head pushes against the back of your throat and you thank all higher forces you’re not one to gag easily.

“Y/N, fuck! You’re killing me,” he growls, unable to hold still, his hips start to meet with your head movements, pushing himself even deeper into your warm mouth. You come up for air, moving your hand up and down his length as you make eye-contact with him. His green eyes are filled with bliss and adoration, he always looks at you like you’re the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. You take a few breaths before going down again, determined to take his whole length into your mouth at least once. So you shut your eyes and try to focus as you push your head down, his cock sliding into your mouth again, but this time you go deep. He fills your mouth completely, the head already down your throat as your nose meets his pubic bone and you keep him there for a second before coming up.

“Oh fuck! You take me so well, baby. You’re fucking amazing,” he whimpers, unable to contain himself. His chest is heaving, his whole body buzzes with his excitement so you decide to go deep again.

You take another deep breath and push your head down, nose pressing against his pelvis once, twice and even a third time before you detach yourself from him.

“Holy shit I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack,” he breathes out and you can’t push your smile down as you go back to bobbing your head like in the beginning, picking your pace up a little as you know he is close to his orgasm.

“Yes, fuck! Just like that, baby. You are doing so good,” he encourages, moaning your name as you keep sucking him off, one hand pumping on his base, the other one massaging his balls to throw him over the edge completely. “I’m gonna c-cum, fuck! You feel amazing!”

You make sure to suck on him harder when your lips slide up on his length, giving him some extra sensation before his cock twitches in your hold and he cums into your mouth, his pleasure spurting into the back of your throat.

“Baby, oh my God! I love you so fucking much,” he whimpers, his words coming out all rushed and melted together.

You let go of him with a popping sound, swallowing without a second thought as you give him a few more pumps, making sure he has ridden his orgasm out fully.

“Holy fuck!” he pants, rubbing his face with his hands, clearly awake now. You lick him off, making sure he is as clean as he can be before you climb up him, cuddling to his side with a proud smirk on your face.

“So, did you like your surprise?” you ask, though you already know the answer.

“You kidding me? I fucking loved it. You and your wonderful mouth, I can’t believe you,” he chuckles softly, pressing his lips against you, kissing you as a thank you.

“Happy birthday, H,” you smile against his lips, pecking them a few more times before pulling back.

“Twenty-seven feels fucking fantastic so far,” he sighs, holding you tight to his side as you giggle into his shoulder.

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spicerry · 3 years ago

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it's always quieter after dark

alright. it's been a while since i've written on tumblr. hope you enjoy, anyway. almost 2k words of angst.

sensory overload doesn’t quite fit the chaos right before a show; it’s a circus made to entertain gods that don’t exist and the people who adore him almost as much as she does. she finds herself holding a drink with too much ice in it and not enough alcohol, but she sips it slowly anyway to try and ease the tension no one else seems to notice. the faces around her are familiar and painfully unaware of the chaos erupting behind the closed doors of her mind. her heart betrays her and feels excited to see him in his natural element, but then she imagines his sad eyes bearing into her soul while he sings yet another song about what they could’ve been. she takes another sip.

the show goes smoothly, as always. she wonders if she’ll ever see him perform again after tonight, the final night before they part ways with their hearts in the hands of the other. he eventually makes it backstage into yet another dressing room. he immediately kisses her with his hand on her cheek and endless love in his eyes. she smiles because it’s him kissing her and places her cold hand over his warm one.

“hi,” he whispers onto her lips “how was the show?”

“awful.” she whispers back and bumps her nose slightly against his. he lets out a small, pained noise in response and she laughs. he thinks of ways to write a song with her laugh in it, just so he can listen to it over and over again.

he pulls back just enough to see her eyes, “don’t be mean to me, baby.”

“go take your shower, you’re sweaty.”

he huffs and reluctantly starts to retract from her with a persistent furrow in his brows. before he can get too far, she plants a loud kiss on his cheek and whispers into his ear, “you were amazing. i love you.”

he laughs and lets himself kiss into her a few more times before following her advice and going to shower.

she feels just a little bit lonely while he’s away so to pass the time, she chats with the band. she’s gonna miss them too, she thinks. she knows they’ll keep in touch for a while, but eventually, they’ll all move on. maybe she’ll stay as an anecdote amongst their conversations, but not missed nearly enough for an “i miss you, how are you?” text from any of them.

just as she’s getting lost in her thoughts, she sees his wet mop of hair appear from the dressing room adjacent to where she’s sitting on an old, ratty couch. she has to shake this overwhelming sadness before he notices something is off. he always knows when she’s too much in her head and they already decided to have a good night. the last one they’ll ever have.

after a little while, they head back to the tour bus. their hands are intertwined as he playfully swings them back and forth while humming a made-up tune. she’s hyper aware of his thumb rubbing along the ridges of her knuckles and the smile plastered on his face. she wants to ask what he’s so happy about, but she doesn’t want to ruin the mood. just be happy with him, she thinks to herself, you can sulk all you want tomorrow. just be happy tonight, if not for yourself, then for him.

the bus driver wastes no time once they pile onto the absurdly large bus and almost immediately starts his route to the next city. she watches out the window as the venue gets smaller and smaller behind them. harry is rummaging around the cabinets for any late night snacks to quell his hunger, but finds nothing. she vaguely hears him politely ask the driver when (or if) they’ll be making any pit stops along the way, but not before inquiring about the driver’s family and how they’re doing. she’s too distracted by the freeway lights passing by in a blur and the small humming of a soft, folk song playing from somewhere on the bus to hear the driver’s response. not to mention the heavy weight on her chest, coincidentally right underneath the gold pendant harry had gifted her an anniversary or two ago. she should take it off soon, but not yet. she needs it to ground her just a little longer.

she doesn’t even realize he’s wrapping his arms around her until she feels the small kiss he presses on the crown of her head. she needs to get out of this depressing hole she’s dug herself into before she tears apart at the seams. she takes a shallow breath before she turns around to face him.

“y’hungry?” he inquires with his arms still wrapped loosely around her.

“a bit. i would ask if you were hungry, but you already tore apart this bus looking for snacks,” she teases.

“was just looking for those little chocolates that you got me addicted to,” he scoffs as he squishes her cheeks between his hands.

she doesn’t even know what chocolates he’s talking about, must’ve been years ago. still, she closes her eyes and puckers her lips. he pecks little kisses onto her lips before moving onto her nose, forehead, and wherever else within his reach.

“missed you today. wish i could’ve brought you on stage, just to dance a little with you.” he moves his hands to her waist to pull her closer to him. he always thinks she’s too far from him; if he could, he put her in his pocket for safe keeping.

“i was with you the entire day. also, they would’ve probably thrown tomatoes at me because of my shit dancing,” she laughs.

he giggles at the thought of tomatoes being flung onto the stage, “i’ll jump in front of any tomato anyone ever tries to throw at you.”

he’s going to miss this the most, he thinks. the silly, late-night conversations when they’re both too worn out to be making any sense at all. stupid small talk with the pretty girl who holds his heart in the palm of her hands and smiles so sweetly at him.

“and i’ll always miss you. reckon i’ll miss you forever.”

a short beat of silence passes as both of their yearning eyes plead for each other. full of love and pain and guilt. guilt that they couldn’t fix their relationship after hours and hours of difficult conversations and tearful confessions. guilt that they were both letting go of the life they’ve created together.

“where are we going, harry? no, really, because if you think i can uproot my life to be with you or go through not seeing you for months again then i don’t know why we’re even having this conversation.”

“i have to go on tour, baby. i know it wasn’t the best last time, but we’ve done it already, we can do it again and it’ll be better this time,” he tearfully pleads. it almost hurts how tightly he’s holding onto her hands, afraid she’ll run in the other direction the second he lets go.

“it nearly broke us, h. and we fought about the distance almost every single time we managed to even get on a single facetime call. i don’t want to fight like that again. i don’t want this to end on bad terms and end up hating each other. i love you too much to let that happen to us.”

“and i love you too much to let you go without a fight. i don’t care if i’m being selfish, but i just, i ca-”

“we have to,” she cries “i can’t do this anymore. not now, anyway.”

and “not now” has now morphed into not ever. holding out hope for a lost love is worse than facing the music, no matter how painful it may be.

she hasn’t said anything yet, but he can tell by her eyes that she wishes he didn’t utter those words. they said this was gonna be a good night, he remembers. they owed it to each other to leave amicably after one final night together.

“i know,” he says before she can respond, “one more good night, right?”

she nods, but says nothing. she kisses him instead. she kisses him like he’s everything to her, and she hopes with all she has that he knows that.

per harry’s request, the bus eventually stops at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. just for those damn chocolates. they decide to make the most of the fresh air and the quiet that stretches out for miles. the night sky surrounding them is dark and all-consuming, you could get lost in it if you wanted to. it could swallow you whole and keep you safe in the stars lightyears away where no one else could reach, where you could live on forever. it’s always quieter after dark.

they sit beside each other on a bench right in front of the parked bus. the bench is cold, but harry is warm enough for the both of them. she brings up a funny memory that pops into her head. one of christmas dinner with his family and they both simultaneously realize that it’ll be different this year, come december. neither of them speak of it.

it’s peacefully silent for a while. they savor each other’s presence and enjoy the occasional songs coming from the light wind passing through.

“i think i have to say this, or i’m going to regret it for the rest of my life,” harry starts. she doesn’t turn to face him, afraid she’ll burst into tears the second her gaze meets his. she knows what he’s about to say. she’s thinking the exact same thing.

he continues, “i love you. and i think i’ll always love you. i know we agreed we wouldn’t hold onto hope, but, i don’t know.”

she waits for him to finish, but when it seems like he’s run out of words to say, she lets out a shaky breath.

“we need to do what’s best for us right now, harry,” she feels his shoulders slump beside her.

“but i would be lying if i said i’ll ever stop loving you,” she lets out a bitter laugh, “i simply just don’t think that’ll ever happen. you’ve seen too much, i’d have to kill you,” she tries to joke.

“look at me, baby,” he almost begs. and when she finally does, she sees his glazed over eyes and realizes just how much this is breaking the both of them.

he pulls her into a tight embrace between his arms and she suddenly feels like she can’t breathe. like she doesn’t want to breathe if it means they can freeze time and live out this moment for the rest of their lives.

“it’ll be okay. we’ll be okay,” he says. maybe his words are meant to satiate him more than her, but still, she basks in it.

it’s always quieter after dark. and by the time morning comes, stripping away the silence, she’ll be gone.

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varnienne · 4 years ago

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At His Mercy

This is for the Citrus Dome's Hybrid AU Collab. It's so late and I feel terrible but life is so hectic for me rn. aflskfj this is my first attempt at writing monster smut so please be patient with me T-T

CW: dubcon, naga!Shinsou, edging, minor degradation/name calling, gn!reader but they have a pussy, I think that's it?

A rodent squeaked as it raced across the ground. You jumped, heart thumping in your chest as you turned at the sound. Brightening your lantern, you glanced around. Nothing. You sighed.

Why did I take this job again? Oh, right. The reckless dumbasses in your party were still healing from the last job. Next time they want to fight an elder black dragon, you’re going to teleport them as far away as possible. Now, here you were, on a solo quest to help pay for lodging and food while they recovered. They owe me for this.

Something pulled at your senses. Frowning, you concentrated on it. No oily malice, but no warmth of light either. You hesitated. Last time this happened, it led you to an abandoned mansion full of strange traps and gifts. Poor Mina was now cursed with a ghost child haunting her. At least you got a new spellbook out of it.

Another tug made you stumble. Guess I don’t have a choice. Slow, hesitant steps, the light of the lantern showed nothing but glistening rock. A cold droplet fell on your hand. You raised a brow, brushed it off, and kept walking. A few more landed on your clothes. What… your gaze moved to the ceiling. Eyes wide, you swallowed thickly. Sharp stalactites dripping with water hung low. Well, if I wasn’t careful before, I sure as hell will be now.

The strange pull coalesced and swelled until it pulsed from ahead. Magic sliced through the air, disturbing the formations above you. Several began to shake. Shit. You pushed off and didn’t look back. Some of the fallen stalactites started to block your path. Throwing your free hand out, magic surged from the pendant around your neck.

“Guiding Bolt!” Light converged into a ball. The ball raced forward, crashing through the rocks. The path was clear. More stalactites fell behind you. One skimmed past your leg. Another just missed your ear. You pushed harder. I’m not gonna let something like this kill me!

Another tremble alerted you to the largest column cracking and starting to fall. If you didn’t hurry it would cover the exit. But the stalactite was falling too fast to cast another spell. You leapt forward and rolled into a ball. The column crashed as you stood, ice shooting down your spine at the echoing thud. That was way too close.

You brushed yourself off and checked your lantern. “Dammit.” The glass was shattered and the last of the oil shimmering in a puddle by your feet. You shrugged. It was cheap anyway. Digging in your bag produced a striking stone. “Light,” you murmured. The stone sparked a few times before igniting, its glow just bright enough to see ahead of you. “Perfect substitute.”

~oOo~

Another hour of walking brought you to a three-way division. The pull surged once more, drawing you to the left path. It had a soft light that radiated with warmth.

The further in you went, the stronger its glow became. A gasp left you at the beautiful geode. Its vibrant purple crystals glittered from every crevice. The pull you felt earlier rippled all around you. This was the source of it. The geode’s aura hummed with a soft trill. Your eyes closed as the soft tinkling echoed in your ears. A smile danced on your lips as the magic enveloped you into an intoxicating high of warmth and comfort. There’s a word for this feeling. What was it again?

Something slithered around your ankles and a deep, timbre chuckle caressed your ears. “Well, well, well. Looksss like I found a would-be thief.”

“A… a thief?” Wait… were they talking to you? Your eyes opened as you tried to sense who was behind you. A yelp escaped your lips as you were lifted from the ground. Now hanging upside down, you stuttered out, “N-no! No, I wasn’t trying to…” But you were. For your client, at least. He wanted a small pouch full of crystals for the village’s power system. “Alright, I was.” Shaky hands waved in front of your face. “But I-I’m sure a few... small ones should work fine.”

The voice scoffed. “That’s what they all said.” Whatever held you up, shifted. You gasped when your gaze met the being who trapped you.

His deep violet scales glimmered with the geode’s light. Bright lavender hair defied gravity in soft spikes. Lithe, sun-tanned skin covered his torso, sloping down into a thick tail that disappeared into the darkness before looping back through the crystals and around your ankles. But what really caught your attention were his eyes. Slitted pupils with violet irises as deep as his scales, a quiet hunger for something you couldn’t place in them.

“Tell me,” he brought you closer, gaze narrowed on you. “What should I do with you?”

You gave him a shaky smile. “Le-let me go?”

The naga laughed. “That was a cute try,” you flushed, “but no. Can’t let you go that easy.”

Maybe if you could focus on another spell-

“What time of year is it?”

You blinked at him. “What?”

Shinsou huffed. “What time of year is it out there?”

“Uh… It’s almost time for the autumn harvests.” Heart pounding furiously, you eyed the growing smirk on his face and swallowed. “Why?”

The naga chuckled. “The villagers only ever send someone down here every few years before winter.” His tail finally lowered you to the ground. Though it coiled further up your legs. “Usually as some kind of sacrifice. Looks like they chose you to be next.”

“Sacrifice?” Escaped as a mere whisper. “What… what happened to the others?”

Shinsou slithered closer and cradled your face in one hand, the other carding through your hair. It loosened your braid and forced your hood down. His smirk turned into a wide smile that showed all his fangs. Another chuckle. You shivered.

“Depends.” His long tongue flicked out. “Do you wanna be eaten?” His thick coils tightened around your body, the pressure soothing knots in your shoulders and back. The softness of his scales relaxed the last of your tension. “Or would you rather face the villagers that sent you here?”

“I…” With your friends still recovering, you weren’t strong enough to fight an entire mob alone. But was becoming food really much better? “I don’t know.”

A strong hand lifted your chin. You glanced into Shinsou’s eyes. Funny. Were they glowing like that before? Or was that the crystals’ light in them? Claws gently slid up and through your hair.

“So, you want to be eaten?” You answered with a breathy yes. He chuckled. The deep tone had warmth rushing to your face. “Just remember, you asked for this.”

You blinked when the end of his tail tapped your nose. It brushed across your cheeks and trailed down to your neck. You shivered. Shinsou’s eyes flashed. His tail uncoiled from around you. Every touch of his scales on your skin sparked heat low in your abdomen. He smiled and finally released you from his coils.

Clothes in disarray, your shaking legs gave out. Shinsou caught you. “Careful now. Wouldn’t want a nasssty spill.”

You gasped. A tremble rippled through you. Shinsou’s hands grabbed your hips as his tail slithered between your legs. It teased you, moving higher and higher. Then it stopped. You rubbed your thighs, trying to relieve the ache.

Shinsou leaned in, breath ghosting over your ear. “If you want to be eaten, beg for it.”

You bared your teeth at him, but he only chuckled. Damn. Then his fangs nibbled at your neck. Fuck it. “Please,” you whined.

He smiled into the base of your neck. “‘Pleassse,’” His tongue slowly dragged up to your ear. Smiling lips barely touching the shell of it, he whispered, “What?”

Breathing ragged, you mewled and grabbed his arms. “Eat me.”

“With pleasure.” His tail brushed your inner thighs and wrapped around your waist. Coils shifted as he raised you high enough to reach your sex, tearing your clothes off. Shinsou set you down on a small pile of his tail. Clawed hands gently trailed down your hips and thighs. Your sex twitched when he pushed your knees apart.

He breathed in deep. Eyes rolling back, he growled. “Fuck. You smell deliciousss.”

Two fingers gently traced over your puffy lips. Up. Over your clit. Down. Barely sliding in. Shinsou teased your sex again. And again. You squirmed, trying to buck your hips onto his fingers. To no avail. A whine sounded from your throat.

“Impatient to be eaten are we?” He tapped your clit then gently rubbed it in circles. Slowly, so, achingly slowly, he leaned down. Breath ghosting over your pussy, he smirked. Then steadily licked up your slit.

You mewled. “Please, make me cum.”

“That’s sssir to you, little slut.” His deep chuckle rippled through you, strengthening the haze in your mind. Shinsou gently thrust into you. It writhed around, searching for that special spongy spot that should be…

Your back arched as your fingers dug into his tail. “Oh, fuck!”

Right there. The naga kept attacking that painfully wonderful spot. Rubbed your clit in faster circles. His fangs gently nipped at your nether lips with every thrust of his tongue. A clawed hand snuck around your thigh, holding your hips still. Shinsou stopped.

You whimpered when he pulled away. “Ah, ah, ah.” He glanced up, juices glistening on his lips. “You haven’t earned it yet.”

Blunt nails dug deeper into his scales as he edged you again. End of his tail slithering around your neck. And again. Fingers ghosting up your sides. Claws flicking across your nipples. And again. Tongue sliding against that delicious spot.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Please sir, can I cum?”

Shinsou gently rubbed your clit. “Don't you want to feel this good all the time?” You whimpered and hastily nodded. He smiled with all his teeth. “Then all you have to do is sssubmit.”

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bteezxyewriter12 · 3 years ago

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Player/ 20

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Includes- Fluff!!!!!

So here's the last chapter of Player. I had so much fun writing this. Thanks to everyone who supported the story and who enjoyed it. 💖😘

Series Masterlist

1 year later

J POV

"Wait for me naekkeo!", San calls, running after me

"It's not me Sannie. Shiber is running and I can't stop him", I call, holding the leash as our puppy leads me on a squirrel chase through the park

I know I should be controlling him but I don't have the heart to tug on the leash hard or to stop him from having fun

He's still little, only five months old and not fully trained to be let off the leash

San got him two months ago for our one year anniversary

As a gift for me

I got him a necklace with a lock pendant and a bracelet with infinity symbols on it

I saw him looking at them online and he showed me asking if I like it

I told him no so I could buy it for him

When he opened the gift he called me sneaky and I just smiled sweetly, saying I had no idea what he was talking about

Then he took me to a dog breeder and told me to pick any puppy to take home

The breeder had a lot of puppies but once I saw the boy Shiba Inu puppy, I knew I had to get him

San has one plushie that he kept from his childhood and it's a Shiba Inu named Shiber

He asked me if I was sure because he knows I love German Shepherds and the breeder had a lot of them

But I picked Shiber, saying we can always get a German shepherd later on

He wanted me to name the puppy and when I said Shiber, he smiled

We now have a real Shiber and a plushie Shiber

And even though Shiber was supposed to be a gift for me, I love seeing how happy San is playing and cuddling with Shiber

He's not my dog, he's ours

San catches up to me, running next to me

"Want me to take over?"

I nod, handing him the leash and I stop to catch my breath, watching San run after Shiber

It's so cute

After catching my breath, I walk after them taking my time

Eventually the squirrel runs up a tree, Shiber standing on his back legs, front paw on the tree and barking cutely

He thinks his bark is scary but it's really adorable

San is training him not to bark because he said it'll get annoying when Shiber is older

San is standing next to Shiber, watching him with an amused look on his face

He isn't even breathing hard

No fair

I finally get to them, kneeling to Shiber

"What are you doing baby boy?"

He turns to me, yipping and jumping on me

I laugh, cuddling him and giving his kisses on his head

Shiber loves being cuddled

He and San have that in common

"Were you chasing a squirrel? Making us run after you? You silly puppy", I coo

"Man you're so whipped", San laughs

I snort, "Yeah and you're not?"

"No I am", San confirms, "But it's cute on you"

"Thanks", I smile

"Well he seems to have forgotten about the squirrel. Maybe he'll be better with walking now"

"Maybe", I agree

San and I just started taking Shiber out on walks, trying to train him to pee and poop outside

Sometimes he gets it, sometimes he doesn't

Putting Shiber down, I stand and San wordlessly hands me the leash

I take it, starting to walk with Shiber, trying to get the handle of the leash around my wrist

Something is swinging on the handle, hitting my arm

I stop, wondering if something got caught on the handle

Holding the handle to my face, I see something dangling on a piece of ribbon

Is that a...

No, it's not

It can't be

I touch the object and find I'm looking at a ring

A beautiful ring

What?

Who?

Where?

How?

What?

"Uh San-", I start, turning around

Whatever I was going to say dies on my tongue as I gape in shock

San, behind me, on one knee, cute dimpled smile on display

Is this really happening?

"Sannie what's happening?"

His smile gets wider, "Come here naekkeo"

I listen, my feet walking to him

He takes the leash, quickly undoes the ribbon and hooks the leash around his wrist

Then he holds out the ring to me

"I'm gonna keep this short since you know how much I love you"

I nod

I know

"I know our relationship started out different, you know with you hating me but I'm so happy you gave me a chance"

I remember what he said when he asked me out

That he wouldn't be a player with me

That he cares about more than just sex

That he can prove it to me

And he has, a thousand times over

"I knew from the end of the first date that you were my one. I still know that you are"

I smile at him

He's my one too

Took me a little longer than him to see it but I do

"You're actually my first real girlfriend and I want to keep it that way. My one and only. I don't ever want to be apart from you Joanne. I love you more than you will ever know", he tells me, "Will you marry me Jo?"

"Yes Sannie", I answer with no hesitation at all, "You're the love of my life San. I want to be with you always. I'll marry you baby, every time you ask. It'll always be yes"

The smile on his face is completely stunning

He stands up, pulling me to him, his lips against mine

Throwing my arms around his neck, I get as close to him as possible

I'm so unbelievably happy

If I was told a year ago I would be marrying San, I'd have kicked that person's ass

But now, I can't imagine being with anyone else

I can't imagine wanting anyone else but him

When the kiss ends, he takes my hand and puts the gorgeous ring on my finger

"It's so beautiful Sannie"

"I'm glad you like it. The small stones are diamonds but the big one is a moonstone"

"Really?", I ask, surprised

I noticed that it looked different from the diamond

More glowy and white

I love it

It's different, unique, gorgeous, simple and I'm happy he knows what I like

"Is that ok? I just saw it and I thought of you. I didn't want to do the same boring thing everyone else does. And plus, you know, I love you to the moon and back", he says, blushing

"Sannie", I whisper, a few tears pooling in my eyes, "You're so cute baby. The best. I love you so much and I absolutely love the ring. It's perfect"

"I love you naekkeo", he says warmly, brushing the tears away

Throwing my arms around him, I kiss him again

I'm unbelievably happy and excited

As we kiss, I feel little paws on my leg pushing me along with little yips

I pull away from San giggling, "Our baby is calling us"

We look down at Shiber, laughing at him standing on his back legs, front paw on my leg, his head tilting as he looks at us with those adorable brown eyes

"What's up Shiber?", San coos, kneeling down

I laugh at how cute he is around Shiber

He becomes a total mush

"What naekkeo?", he asks, grinning

I just shake my head, then run my fingers in his soft hair. "Nothing Sannie, you're just completely cute and adorable"

He grins wider, "I try"

I snort

He doesn't have to try

Shiner's ears twitch and he snaps his head to the right

Immediately he zooms towards another squirrel, stopping when the leash runs out, straining and pulling to keep going

San sighs, "Another squirrel run"

I hold out my hand to him

He takes it and stands up

"Run together?", I ask

"Always naekkeo", he answers, kissing the back of my hand

I nod, "Always"

I'll always go anywhere with him and I know he'll go anywhere with me

We're together forever

"Ready?", he asks

"Yeah"

He sighs, "Let's go"

Together, hand and hand, we run with Shiber after the dumb squirrel

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lubdubsworld · 4 years ago

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Falling for you ( Falling from Grace) Jungkook x OC

Summary : Friends with benefits? Or maybe Enemies who just happen to be each other’s best fuck? Areum and Jungkook love driving each other crazy, but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7

“A two hour lunch break and a limp? You’ve been busy , I see.....” Hobi remarked mildly , when I slinked back to my desk, thighs still shaking .

I winced when I sat down, glaring at him.

“I sprained my ankle....” I snapped, internally cringing at the ridiculous lie.

“While riding his dick? How did that happen?? ” Hoseok rolled his eyes and before I could pretend to be properly outraged he continued, “ No matter.... i want you to compile those memos from last week and write up the report for last week’s meeting. The minutes are in the file.”

I didn’t particularly enjoy my job or hate it. It was just something I did to make money and I was fine with that. As a kid I’d had some vague dreams of being a photographer and while I did occasionally take my camera out to click candids of my family or the occasional cherry blossom tree, it wasn’t a major component in my life.

Or at least, it hadn’t been, for the two and half years I’d worked here. Right about the time I started sleeping with Jungkook. I stared at the screen, feeling myself drown in the redundant words. It wasn’t that I didn’t imagine a life with Jungkook.....but... I wasn’t sure if we would work well, as a couple. I had never been on a date with him , never met each other for anything that didn’t end in mutually ( enjoyable ) orgasms and just.... most of the time we did piss each other off incredibly.

But I could feel the clock ticking....I wasn’t really a co ed anymore, was I? There was more to a relationship than just sex and ... I wanted it. Of course I did....

I couldn’t spend the rest of my life doing this with Jungkook. But I couldn’t for the life of me, imagine not doing this with him.

And in the wake of that thought came the thought I had always avoided.

What if I could have both? What if I could have the dirty , raunchy , mindblowing sex , along with the Sunday brunches, picnics in the park and skinny dipping in the pool at midnight?

What if, possibly, Jungkook could be the one I had dinner with on a Friday night? What if he was the one I woke up to everyday, made pancakes for and with, smearing flour on each other’s noses as we chased each other around the kitchen in our PJs?

Fuck.

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Jungkook was busy for a couple of days with his training and I couldn’t get a chance to meet him . On the day before his supposed match, he told me he wanted to ‘unwind’ . Would I be kind enough to join him for the night?

I agreed,

My phone buzzed, just as I stepped out of the shower. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous contact name that Jungkook had probably put in himself.

From Hungkook

You have an appointment tonight m’lady.

An appointment to ride this dick.

On my terms.

You’re gonna stay over right?

I scoffed at the last bit., When had it ever not been on his terms?? I ran the towel through my hair before carefully coating my fingers with lotion and threading them through the damp strands.

~~~~

From me,

When did you change your fucking contact name , dickhead. Yes, I’ll stay over and we’re meeting at 7.00 PM right?? Will you pick me up?

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From Kook,

Wasn’t me.... must’ve been you subconsciously. Don’t tell me you aren’t thinking about how big I am, all the fucking time.

I’m still setting stuff up. Get a cab. Or I can send my chauffeur if you want?

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From me,

No. I’ll drive myself over.

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From Kook,

Wear something easy to take off. c u.

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Jerk, I thought fondly. Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly vulnerable. I wanted to talk to Jungkook about us. And I would.... eventually. When I felt ready enough....

For tonight, I would indulge him. .

I had gone the extra mile today, soaked in the tub for a whole hour so my skin was completely imbibed with the scent of strawberries and cream, with little whiffs of lavender. The body scrub had done its job and my skin fairly glowed, plump and soft.

I decided to forego makeup, only putting on the barest minimum : some gloss and a moisturizing spray. I grabbed the short kimono style dress from the closet, slipping it on without anything underneath.

I stared at myself from all angles, just to make sure I was still decent. Not that it would matter. Jungkook’s condo had a private elevator that no one but he used . Perks of owning the entire apartment complex , I guessed. I hesitated before rummaging through the small jewelry box I kept hidden in the back of the closet.

It had a small necklace, the only gift I’d ever accepted from Jungkook. I stared at the small , pendant : a small heart with the words, JK’s engraved on it. It had been a gag gift, meant to aggrieve me during one of our ridiculous spats. But i traced the words and wondered why the prospect of belonging to him didn’t feel quite as infuriating as it used to .

Slipping it on, I quickly grabbed my wallet and keys.

Well, time to get this show on the road. ‘

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Jungkook opened the door, freshly showered, dressed in a white linen shirt, a few sizes too big and opened half way through. As always, a glimpse of his gorgeous face was all it took for arousal to pool in the pit of my stomach. I smiled at him.

“Hi.” I grinned.

He stared at me for a second taking a deep breath.

“Jesus, you smell fucking delicious....What is that?” He groaned, grabbing my wrist and tugging me in. I followed him to the dining space, blinking when I saw the two small glasses of wine.

“Ooh...fancy. Looks like you’re looking to spoil someone tonight. “ I teased.

“Yeah, just had my girlfriend over. You must’ve run into her on the way up.” He winked and I shook my head, laughing as I grabbed one, taking a small sip.

“So....? Should we get started....”

Jungkook hummed, grabbing the satin ribbon tie that held my dress together and tugging on it gently. I kept my eyes trained on his face , just so I wouldn’t miss the look on his face when the fabric fell apart.

He didn’t disappoint.

Doe eyes widened in shock, lips parting in a sharp little exhale as he stared at me, completely naked in the golden spool of light, cast by the small chandelier overhead.

“Oh fuck.....is that...?” He lightly pulled the pendant at the base of my throat, staring at the inscription.

“Thought it may turn you on....” I shrugged. Jungkook’s eyes ran up and down my body and I felt an inordinate thrill at how open he was with how much he enjoyed looking at me, even though it was far from the first time.

“That’s my biggest weakness, darling......I’m always turned on for you...” He grinned , winking.

“So should we go open that toy box of yours?” I prompted when he stepped closer.

“Hmm... Not like this. “ He grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off his torso before carefully slipping it on me. “ I can’t concentrate if you’re standing here without clothes on.”

The linen shirt, big on Jungkook’s broad frame , practically swallowed me up, hanging somewhere near my knee. I watched the way his pupils dilated when he stared at me.

“Fuck... you in my clothes.... This may be worse than you being naked...” He said, sounding slightly strangled.

I flicked his forehead playfully.

“I’m beginning to think you’re just stalling.... ” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Nope, just thinking of a couple of drawings I could make with this particular shirt on you.”

I felt my insides quiver as I remembered the art and the very enjoyable time I’d had seeing all of it.

“If you hurry up , I may model for you. “ I said casually and Jungkook froze.

“Better not joke about that, Areum...” He said harshly.

“Well, what if I’m not?”

“Are you?”

“Only one way to find out.” I smiled, yelping when his arms shot out, wrapping around my thighs and throwing me over his shoulder as he stalked over to the bedroom.

I whined because his shoulder blades dug into my tummy , feeling slightly dizzy from all the blood rushing to my head.

I stumbled a bit when he set me down , blinking to orient myself. I stared around at the room, my throat going dry.

The bed was covered in satin sheets in a rich shade of burgundy . The entire room was lit only from the backlight in the bedframe, low and demure as it lit parts of the bed while the rest of room stayed plunged in darkness. An ornate table stood right next to the bed with what looked like a hundred or so sex toys and I flushed red, my face heating up.

I felt my heart begin to pound inside me.

It was so foreign, this desperate sort of anticipation, something I didn’t usually feel because this was Jungkook and I knew him ....knew his body better than my own.

“Well, since you wanted to pick the toys we’d use today....”

“No.” I whispered softly.

“What?”

I turned to him , smiling before carefully walking over to the bed and climbing on. I crawled to the center before carefully sitting down on my heels, kneeling.

“You can pick.” I shrugged.

Jungkook stared at me thoughtfully.

“You’re joking.” He said softly.

“I trust you.” I replied.

His eyes widened, lips parting. He licked his lips, before tugging his lower lip between his teeth.

“Really? You trust me?” He asked, looking incredibly skeptical.

“I do. “

“Trust that I ....?”

“That you won’t hurt me.”

“Hmm... I’ve gone soft on you haven’t I? Haven’t left bruises on that perfect body in a while... “ He said casually and I felt my heart jerk a little.

Earlier in our relationship, Jungkook had always skirted the edge of too much, sometimes leaving marks and bruises that lingered for weeks after our sexcapades. And he was right...we had toned it down the past few weeks,

“Even then...You never did anything I didn’t want.” I pointed out.

He smiled.

“That’s true... my pretty little slut, you wanted every single one of those bruises, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“I did...”

“So , I can just go pick any toy I want and you’ll let me put it on you....? In you?” He prompted.

“I trust you.” I said again.

He narrowed his eyes at me before moving slowly to the table. I stared back, holding his gaze as I watched him carefully pick up something from the table.

My heart dropped when I saw the small flogger, his ivory fingers curling on the handle as he carefully, swatted the inside of his other palm with it.

“You sure you’re up for this?” He brought the flogger down on the bed with enough force to make the sheets crackle and the noise was so sharply frightening that I couldn’t help but jump a little. I flinched so bad, my lips wobbled.

He watched the way I was shaking and scoffed.

“Thought so, fragile little thing like you could never--”

“Yes.” I snapped, willing myself to stay calm. “Yes.”

Jungkook’s gaze snapped to mine.

“Color?”

I swallowed, trying to get my senses together. I calmed myself down, trying to think rationally instead of impulsively.

“Green.” I whispered.

He hummed.

I watched as he grabbed a small vibrator , holding it up for me to see., I shrugged,

“I told you ...I trust you. Looks like you don’t trust yourself... What’s the matter, Jeon, too chicken to be a real man? “ I whispered.

His gaze narrowed dangerously.

He moved briskly to the table and grabbed things quickly. I bit my lips as I saw the nipple clamps, the small whip, the handcuffs and the pinwheel among other things.

I pulled my gaze away from the toys and stared at him.

“If anyone can make me enjoy those things...its you.” I whispered and his eyes softened visibly.

“Fuck...don’t say shit like that....” He whispered.

I laughed a little, nodding.

“Okay. “ I agreed.

He grabbed a small strip of cloth from the table and held it up between his hands.

“I’m going to put this on you first. “

I nodded, as familiar with the thick, satiny length of it as i was with my own skin. Jungkook sometimes liked using it to tie my wrists together , especially when he intended to take his time.

i held my hands out but he shook his head, holding it up and then placing it over my eyes.

I faltered a little when my vision went black, swallowing as the scent of his bodywash hit me, his body just a few inches away and the urge to touch was so strong , my mouth watering with the urge to run to my lips all over his delectable body.

He finished tying the fabric at the base of my skull and pulled away. I felt the bed dip as he moved away.

“ Take that shirt off.”

I grabbed the hem and stripped quickly, tossing the shirt aside.

“Lie down. On your back.”

I nodded before doing just that, letting my arms rest on the side, palms facing up.

The sound of the flogger cracking through the air made me wince.

“You’ve ever been hit with one of these....” His voice came from somewhere to my right and I bit my lips, shaking my head.,

“Use your words doll....”

The nick name made me squirm.

“No.”

I jumped when I felt the soft strips of the blogger brush against my thigh, so gentle it felt like a kiss.

“Hmm.... I want you to stay quiet from now unless i ask you something and you will only say, yes or no. Got that?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

I felt like I was over heating, my body thrumming with anticipation.

“i don’t use it too often because I prefer my hands. Like bringing it down on the curve of your ass or maybe your thighs.....Nothing quite as satisfying as feeling that soft flesh give under your palm, hot and burning. And man the way the red just blooms on the surface when i pull away....addicting.”

His fingers closed over my thigh and squeezed.

I jerked a bit.

“It hurts at first....but it also feels good. A good , fiery burn that makes you feel alive .... that makes your skin thrum with life....and after the tenth hit, the pain is so numbed down that your mind only experiences the pleasure ..... “

I bit my lips to stop myself from saying anything.

“The pinwheel is what really hurts.” I felt the sharp prick of it on my cheek, and i jerked back a bit., “ It’s very sharp and precise....like the stab of a hundred needles on your body...I like using it between the thighs....You know, right on that swollen little nub in the middle.... usually makes the girl lift right off the bed....”

He chuckled .

I was panting a bit, every word translating into a phantom touch on my body. Although he was only saying it, my body seemed to experience it physically.

I felt the air shift around me, and then the familiar press of him body on mine, my arms instinctively shooting up to grip him as he straddled my waist, his hands grabbing my wrists and yanking them away. He pushed my hands up against the headboard, and I felt his breath right against my neck, feather light kisses that traced a path up to my ear and then he gently blew air against my earlobe.

“And man, the vibrator is my favorite.” His voice was low and deep, whispering dirty, right into my ear and I clenched around nothing, feeling wet and empty as he went on, “ I’d leave it right up against your clit while I eat you out, two of my fingers fucking into your sweet little cunt, tongue lapping up that sweet , sweet slick of yours..... Fucking delicious , makes me want to bury my face into it.... fuck.....baby, i could eat you out for hours.... “

I choked out, struggling to get my hands free, desperate to feel him, desperate to feel him inside me .

“I would eat you out so good but I wouldn’t let you cum.”

I felt my heart drop.

“Please Jungkook-”

“Uh-uh-uh....Nope...” Jungkook muttered.” Don’t want you begging so soon baby.,... we haven’t even started yet...Didn’t I tell you not to say anything till I asked you to? What's the matter baby, you like hearing what I want to do to you? Doesn’t it make you wet...make you want to fuck yourself on my cock?”

I bit my lips, trying to regulate my breathing , bucking up into his hardness as he rolled his hips into mine. I kicked out , trying to dislodge him, just a little bit so I could feel him where i wanted and he grunted when my heel hit his shin.

I whined when his fingers tightened on my wrists, hard enough to make the bones grind together. Pain shot up my forearm and I whimpered when a hand wrapped around my throat, gentle but with the threat of force behind it.

“Stop fucking wiggling and listen to me. “ He snapped and I froze.

“If I eat you out.... turn the vibrator up, and then tell you to not cum till i ask you to.....Can you do that?”

“Yes.” I sobbed out,

He grinned.

“Really baby? No protests? You’ve never let me edge you before....I wonder what’s changed?” He whispered.

“Trust you.” I whispered and his breath caught again.

“You trust me that much?”

“Yes.”

“Trust me when I say if you cant hold it off...if you cum without my permission, well....that’s when I’m gonna get the fucking whip.”

My body screamed in protest at the very thought of it.

“Well? “ He demanded, squeezing down on my throat just a bit. “ Still trust me?”

I felt the first gush of tears, feeling my heart thud against my ribs. All i could think about was Jungkook’s face when he’d held me that day, when Junho had hurt me. The way his eyes had flooded with tears at the sight of me hurt and it was absolutely laughable....the idea that Jeon Jungkook would somehow choose to hurt me voluntarily.

“Trust you.”

For a few seconds, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t move either.

“Should we get started then?”

“Okay.” I whispered.

I felt a pang of loss when he moved up and off my body, and I blinked against the blindfold, trying to ground myself. Fear and arousal made me disoriented , my mind struggling to decide whether I was enjoying this or not.

I heard the crack of the flogger again and screwed my eyes shut.

“You ready?” , the bristles traced up my leg, from my feet right up to the top of my thighs.

I took a deep shuddering breath.

“Yes.”

I bit my lips, bracing myself for the hit.

It never came.

Instead, all i felt was the gentle brush of lips against my brow, and then against my cheek, soft, feather light kisses , peppered across my jaw and down my neck. I gasped as his lips parted slightly, opening and closing on the soft skin, suckling gently for just a second before his tongue followed, soothing the slight sting.

I licked my lips , gasping when his fingers fluttered up and down my arm, so gentle that I wanted to cry.

“I like the idea of taking you apart...., having you tremble with anticipation because you’re scared of what I’d do next , but you know what I like more, Areum?”

Fingers lightly gripped my wrist, pulling them up till my hands rested on his shoulders.

“Jungkook?”

“I like it when you touch me. I like it when you’re trembling, not because you’re scared or worried but because you’re feeling good....because I’m making you feel good.”

I smiled despite myself.

“Can i touch you?” I whispered.

“You don’t ever have to ask...” He breathed against my lips, and i surged up to kiss him. Letting my fingers drop down to tug at the hardened length of him. I ran a finger over the tip, mouth watering at the mound of precum leaking out of him, enough for me to get my palm wet , so I could stroke him without any abrasive friction.

He growled , rolling over me and nipping sharply at my neck, before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

“Gonna eat you out. “ He growled and i grinned.

“No vibrator?” I teased and he grunted, already crawling down my body.

“Don’t need it.... Gonna make you cum just with my tongue.”

I let my head fall back against the pillows as he grabbed my hips, lifting my waist up before shoving a couple of pillow underneath.

“Bend your knees and spread your thighs for me angel.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my ankle and I nodded quickly, doing just that. I dug my heels into the soft sheets.

“You want to me to get the vibrator?” He bit my thighs lightly and I jumped.

“Not really....” I breathed out .

Warm wetness closed over my center and I gasped, fingers reaching down to grip his hair .

“Gonna ride my face , baby?” He laughed against my slit, tongue tracing the seam with soft little kitten licks and I groaned.

He lost no time, slipping two fingers straight into me, parting them in a V and licking into the gap, tongue pushing into me with the kind of ease that came from doing something you loved, something you enjoyed doing.

Pleasure shot straight up my spine rendering me boneless, my limbs turning to jelly as he used his thumb to gently run circles on my clit, all the while licking into me, tongue curling inside me, pushing against my walls and lapping up the wetness like it was the sweetest drink he’d ever had.

And nothing was a bigger turn on than how much he seemed to be enjoying it and i found myself falling apart embarrassingly fast. I felt my thighs start to tremble and Jungkook hugged against me, slipping another finger in, the fit now tight and I whimpered when he curled his fingers inside me, fingers tips reaching back to nudge the spot the usually sent me spiraling off the edge.

“Don’t want you to cum yet,....hold off for me.... “ He whispered suddenly, squeezing in a fourth finger and I blacked out when my orgasm hit before I could even try to stop it, clenching down on his fingers so tight that he couldn’t even move them , my muscles screaming as I gripped the duvet under my fingers.

“I ....” i couldn’t form words.

“Thought I told you not to cum.” He said softly, somewhere over me.

I swallowed.

“You... You did it on purpose ...you... fuck...”

“Did what on purpose...” He was laughing a little, and I mewled a little when his fingers rubbed on my clit again, thumb dipping into me playfully.

“Told me to not cum just before you.... Oh fuck” I choked out when he slipped his fingers right back in, and my body screamed in protest , the overstimulation making my eyes water.

“Sould i get the whip as promised?” He laughed and I froze.

“I would let you, you know. “ I said softly.

He didn’t respond but he did draw his fingers out of me. I let my legs drop down to the bed and waited for him to say something but he didn’t , so I continued, stammering a bit.

“It’s not the kind of thing i would want in general...” I admitted, “ But I didn’t like half the things we do now, once. You’re... you’re my kink.” I chuckled, feeling a bit like i was laying myself bare .

“Areum...”

“Its you...anything that makes you feel good is what makes me feel good... I love the way your eyes darken when you tie me up...The way you always want to hold me down with a little more force than necessary and the way you sometimes , purposely leave me handcuffed in a way that makes it hurt..... and its not because I’m a masochist or because i love pain but i just... I like doing it for you. “ I admitted.

I waited for him to say something, and the silence made me nervous. Had I said too much? Had I made him uncomfortable? Oh God, did he think it was too weird?

I opened my mouth, ready to apologize for making things weirds, but before I could , the blindfold came off and I blinked , confused to see him hovering over me.

“I...” He looked like he was shaking.

“Jungkook?” I asked, confused, hand reaching up to grip his cheek, concern blooming inside me because of how scared and terrified he looked.

“You.... You...What you said...” He was definitely shaking,

“I’m sorry.” I said softly. “ I didn’t mean to imply I didn’t like it..I just want you to know that I’m open to doing new things with you and you don’t have to hold yourself back......”

"Fuck .,.. Areum.. I...” He closed his eyes, laughing a little.

Genuinely worried, I brushed my thumb across his cheek in worry.

“Hey...what’s wrong?” I asked gently.

His eyes fluttered open and he stared right at me.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He whispered.

My breath got knocked right out of my lung and i gasped out loud, my mind turning to complete mush.

“I-uh...whu-buh???” I said intelligently and he laughed.

“Fuck.. i didn’t... I didn’t mean to blurt that out.. I...”

I grabbed him before he could move away, tugging his gorgeous face closer to mine.

“Did you mean that?” I croaked out, my voice raw from shock.

He stared at me doe eyes wide and open and so damn vulnerable.

“Uh...yeah.. I... “

“you stupid fucking bastard...” i choked out, raising myself up to capture his lips with mine. He groaned as he kissed back, lips opening beneath mine and tongue slipping into my mouth with the practiced familiarity of a thousand kisses behind us ad it was so amazing, how incredibly new and exciting this felt, when we had done it so many times.

I found myself grinning into the kiss as I slipped my fingers into his hair, tugging on the thick dark locks , to pull him away for a second.

“Can i take you out on a date?” I panted and he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah.... Yeah... you can.”

I smiled and bit my lips, tears spilling out before i could stop myself.

“I love you so fucking much...” I whispered and he brushed his thumbs across my cheek, wiping away the dampness.

“So fucking sappy.....” He said fondly. “ Now , tell me....can I fuck you....?”

I shook my head.

Jungkook’s face fell, lips jutting out in a pout and I pressed a finger against his lips when he began to protest.

“You can’t fuck me....but you can make love to me. If you even know how.”

His gaze softened.

“I’ve always made love to you Areum.... I may have been rough but I never had anything but affection for you when I touched you.”

I couldn’t help but trace my fingers over his features, taking in the handsome curves and ridges of his face.

“ I know...but I’d still like to do it gently. Sometimes.”

He nodded.

“Anything for my gorgeous girlfriend.” He pecked my nose.

My heart leapt right up at that.

I could get used to being called that.

I wrapped both my legs around him, drawing him closer.

“How do you want it?” He whispered.

“Just you... inside. “ I rubbed my nose against his as he nodded.

He barely let me catch my breath before lining himself right up against me and sliding right in and this time, I got to hold his gaze as he slid home, saw exactly how it affected him, how pleasure hit him, hard and fast as he sank into my warmth.

“Oh fuck...” He whispered .

“Fuck me slow.... like you have all the time in the world.” I demanded, slipping my fingers in his hair and gripping hard and he grunted, gripping my waist and squeezing hard enough to bruise .

“ As you wish.” He moved his hands up to shape my breasts, thumb brushing my nipples till the nubs perked right up and I groaned when he bent over and took one of them into his mouth, all the while sliding in and out of me at a tortuously slow pace.

"I'm glad we skipped over the part where we deny our feelings.." I whispered against his lips and he grinned.

"I've never denied shit. If you remember..... This whole sex only business was entirely your idea....I asked you on a date two years ago...."

I flushed.

" I thought you were mocking me."

He shook his head , gripping me close and rolling us over so I was on top. Taking the cue, I dug my knees into the duvet and gripped his shoulders, biting my lips at the new angle .

" No , You thought I was a fuckboy..... I wasn't and I knew that I would have to work hard to prove it to you. "

"Prove that you weren't a fuckboy?"

"Prove that just because I liked sex doesn't mean I don't care about anything else.....Prove that, yes, I wanted to fuck your brains out but i also wanted to hold your hands and lick ice cream off your nose...." He rolled his hips into me and I moaned.

“Well, thank you for that. Point taken . “ I choked out.

He hummed and jugged the chain on my neck, fingers lightly tracing the inscribed JK’S.

“ So this is official?” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

“I belong to no one.” I said loftily and he responded my moving his hips just a little too harsh on the next thrust, making me yelp in surprise.

“This feels good...” He kissed the tip of my nose.

“Nothing like good old vanilla sex after a heartfelt confession. “ I hummed.

“But just so you know, we are definitely. playing with my toys someday.”

I gave his ear a sharp tug.

“Stop ruining the moment and fuck me.”

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kpop-cakepops · 4 years ago

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I will gladly read any Wonwoo fluff you would give us be it snuggle donation or otherwise! But if I can be more specific in requesting, how about a missed connection sort of thing? Like the reader and Wonwoo have similar circles of friends who think they’d hit it off, but somehow they just never manage to be at the same events, but then they end up meeting separate from their friends and do hit it off, only to be a couple before their friends even know they’ve met? If that’s too specific, totally do whatever you want with the idea. Welcome to Wonwoo brain domination (my friend incepted my mind last year too and it’s been all Wonwoo all of the time since!)

omg this is actually such a good prompt?!?!?!!? What the hell?! Thank you anon!!!

So this one actually took way longer than expected because I knew what I wanted to do but I didn't know how to not make it confusing? So the best I could do was use time skips in this one, anything in italics are flashbacks.... I HOPE IT'S NOT CONFUSING! Anyhow, I had so much fun writing this! Enjoy! (PS. I didn't edit so excuse any grammar mistakes LOLz)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,863

Meant To Be// Jeon WonwooXfem!Reader

"There he is again... I wonder if he's single." your older sister said as she struggled to keep your baby nephew from running away from the bench the two of you were sitting at.

"Probably not," you told her as you bit into your popsicle. "He's handsome. Probably has a bunch of girls lining up to get his number"

"He's playing video games at a park, I seriously doubt that" your sister added.

"I think it's kinda cute. At least he comes out because he wants to" you looked over at your sister who was now too busy chasing after your little nephew to even listen to you. "Aaaaand I was talking to myself. Cool."

You huffed and looked over at the man sat two benches over. He seemed to be having fun on his Nintendo switch and you were sure you weren't having fun babysitting your sister while she tried to babysit her own son... so you took matters into your own hands and walked yourself over to the man.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" You asked.

The stranger looked up from his game and moved to the side making space for you to sit down. He didn't talk at all but didn't show himself to be rude either. You took the chance to take out your own console.

"What are you playing?" You asked.

He turned around and looked at your hands, his eyes widening a little but the look of surprise was replaced by a smile almost instantly. "Super Smash Bros."

You didn't know what you expected his voice to sound like, but it certainly hadn't been the deep tone you had just received. "Damn, nice voice" you blurted.

He let out a laugh, "what's your name?"

"I'm y/n" you introduced yourself putting your hand out to shake his, "and you?"

He took your hand cautiously, "I'm Wonwoo"

***

"How does this dress look?" You asked as you twirled in front of your now boyfriend of 3 months, Wonwoo.

He smiled approvingly, "baby you look just as amazing as you did in the last dress. You really don't have to worry too much about impressing my friends, they're all a bunch of idiots."

"Well, yes, but... what if they don't like me? I'm the reason you refused all those blind dates they kept setting you up on." You told him.

"And I'm the reason you refused yours, the time will come when I have to meet your friends, too. I promise you there's no reason for us to be worried." He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.

"I'm just excited to finally meet your friends," you told him. "I want to make a good impression."

"The way you make me smile should be impressive enough, no?" He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Getting a little cheesy there, aren't we?" You poked his stomach and pulled away. "Anyways. We should get going or we're going to be late!"

***

"You should come up. Some of my friends are still up there. We could hang out" said Wonwoo as he pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. His tall frame rocking back and forth as he watched you wistfully.

"I really wish I could, but I actually have to go back to work in a bit. I just didn't want for your birthday gift to get to your hands after your special day" You shyly admitted. He held his hand to the necklace that was now hanging from his neck. The pendant hanging from it depicting the Smash ball from the game's logo. Something about him immediately putting the necklace on making your heart race.

"I really wish you could stay, but I guess, you'll just have to make it up to me some other day." He said.

You reached out your pinky and he wrapped his own with yours. "I promise" You told him.

He smiled and you waited expectantly for his nose to scrunch up like you'd learned it would in the last 4 months of knowing the guy. It was weird how after fighting off cheesy romance and dates, you ended up developing a crush on some random guy you'd met at the park.

The both of you stood there for a moment, pinkies linked together as you let the sparks envelope you both. It was obvious you liked each other, however, neither of you seemed to know who should make the first move... nor did you know when.

***

You and Wonwoo arrived at the large hotel his friends had told him to meet them at. A shiver ran down your spine making you take a nervous deep breath. Your boyfriend grinned at your cuteness and squeezed your hand softly before guiding you towards the entrance.

"Oh, God... Maybe I should've brought a gift?" You grumbled as you followed Wonwoo into the hotel. A sudden feeling of guilt taking over you as you remember your own friend, Jihoon, was having a graduation dinner that you couldn't go to because of this. You'd managed to drop off a gift for him days before, but it still bugged you. Jihoon was one of your closest friends after all.

"Honey, it's totally fine. I promise Jihoon won't mind that you didn't bring him a gift" he assured you as he held the door of the fancy restaurant open for you.

"Wait, what did you say?" You asked as you stopped in your tracks. Your boyfriend shooting you a confused look.

"Y-N?"

***

"I don't know, I think my favorite has to be biographies. I'm just nosy" you laughed, Wonwoo following along.

"Hmmm, I mean, biographies are nice, but I've been into humanities lately. It's interesting" He shrugged and licked at his ice cream cone happily. "I used to hate it in high school but I think as I grew up a grew more interested in the way people live... outside of just myself."

"Wow..." you mused.

"What? Was that sexy?" he joked.

You shook your head, "No, you're such a nerd" You teased.

"Hey!" he quipped bumping his shoulder into yours.

"Watch it! I almost dropped my ice cream cone!" Your attempt to seem angry failed by the big smile on your face. It seemed that was all you did around Wonwoo anyways. Smile.

"What flavor is that?" he asked as he eyed your cone curiously.

You put the cone up to his lips, "Butter pecan" You didn't know what exactly you were expecting when you put the cone up to his lips, 75% of you had thought he'd playfully push your hand away while calling it a grandma flavor as he usually did, while the resting 25% of you thought he'd just ignore it and keep walking... but both assumptions were wrong. Wonwoo grabbed your hand with his free one holding the cone in place before getting a taste. It was absolutely insane how much that made your heart race. "Hey! what was that all about?"

"I want to get a taste... but I can't... taste it... maybe I should-" He froze mid-sentence. Wonwoo was nervous. His face was a deep pink as he eyed you closely.

"W-Wonwoo. Are you trying to kiss me right now?" You asked. You wanted to scream and run away but you also wanted to stick around and see if he would.

"I was supposed to be at a blind date today" He admitted.

"Me too," you told him.

"But all I could think of was you" He continued.

"Me too," you agreed once again.

"Y/N, I like you."

***

"What the hell is going on here?" Jihoon's face was twisted in confusion as he stared between the two of you.

"You know each other?" Asked Wonwoo.

Jihoon blinked hurriedly before finding his voice again, "Uh, I think I should be the one asking you that!"

"My head is about to explode" You murmured.

"Yah, Jihoon, Dokyeom just spilled- Oh, Y/N? What are you doing here... with Wonwoo?" Yet another one of your best friends walked out of the restaurant, Jeongyeon's large eyes looking at you and your boyfriend with the same confused expression as Jihoon.

"They got here together," Jihoon announced.

"You two know each other?" Asked Jeongyeon.

"Yeah, Wonwoo's my boyfriend"

"Yeah... we're dating" Wonwoo agreed.

"WHAT?!"

***

"Y/N, pleaseeeeee? I promise you're going to love this guy. He is such a sweet person, he will literally blow you away, and he's handsome! Did I mention he's handsome?!" Jeongyeon's hands were clasped together in front of her chest. It was once a month that she begged for you to go on a blind date with that guy she always talked about, but you shook your head.

"No."

"Why not?! What is it this time!?" Your pretty friend exclaimed as she crossed her arms across her chest.'I have a boyfriend now' You thought, a small smile coming to your lips at the thought of Wonwoo.

"I'm not interested in dating Jjeong. Please, can't we just let it go?" you asked with a soft huff. "We have better things to do anyway. Come on, why don't you let me take a look at your thesis so far."

Jeongyeon huffed and started to pull out her laptop from her book bag. "I can't wait till you meet him. You're gonna regret it"

***

"Wait, pause... so you mean to tell me that we spent ALL THOSE MONTHS trying to set the two of you up... only for you two to meet at a random park and fall in love?!" Soonyoung was being his usual dramatic self again as he glared at you two from across the table.

"I mean, we didn't fall in love right off the bat... but yes. You could say that" Wonwoo answered.

"Wow! I just got chills. I JUST GOT CHILLS!" Dokyeom added as he dramatically hugged himself.

"I just don't understand why neither of you guys told us you were dating! Like... How did we miss it? Where did you hide each other?" Asked Jisoo with a confused frown.

"We didn't. We were friends for about 4 months before we started dating. I even went to drop off his gift at his apartment on his birthday."

"The necklace! I knew I'd seen it somewhere!" Seungcheol exclaimed with wide eyes. "You sent me a picture of the thing and asked if you should get it black or purple!"

"I also asked you for tips on how to confess to a girl over ice cream and got me laughed at." Wonwoo huffed under his breath.

You laughed and shook your head. "You were right, Woo. Your friends are indeed a bunch of idiots"

"Wow... You guys are meant to be. You guys are seriously meant to be. There is no doubt in my mind. I guess when soulmates are meant to meet, they will." chirped Jihoon who kept picking at his plate. "Now that that's all out, I'd like to take a moment to talk about how if Y/N hadn't been dating Wonwoo, she would have missed my graduation dinner for a man. What have you got to say for yourself, traitor?"

"Uh..."

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btsqualityy · 4 years ago

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Assuage: Chapter 11

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: None to note.

“I knew that you wanted to knot my sister!” Taehyung exclaimed, making everyone at the table and everyone in the dining hall look in his direction.

“Taehyung!” You, Yoongi, and Namjoon all chastised him.

“I mean, he’s not wrong,” Jin shrugged.

“At least someone has my back around here,” Taehyung smiled triumphantly.

“You don’t have to shout it to every one within listening distance though,” you chuckled.

“I wouldn’t have a problem with that actually,” Yoongi spoke up and you looked over at him. “Everyone will know that you’re taken now.”

“Your gift will show them that,” you smiled at him.

“Ahh, this is so cute!” Hyorin squealed.

“Well, while you all sit here and fawn, why don’t we go get lunch since the pups and elders are done?” Hobi suggested, making Yoongi and Namjoon both nod. Yoongi leaned over and quickly kissed your cheek before standing up and walking away with the other two Alphas.

“Ok, what the hell happened?” Jimin demanded to know as he, Hyorin, Jin, and Taehyung all leaned towards you.

“He invited me out to the stream a few days ago because he told me that he had something to tell me,” you began. “Once I got there, he gave me the sweetest speech about how he’s learned how to be a better Alpha since joining the pack and how he’s been so much happier and he said that that was because of me.”

“Really?” Hyorin sighed dreamily and you nodded.

“He then said that I make him want to be better and he offered me this,” you said, reaching up and picking up the pendant up from where it was hanging against your skin.

“Is that your?” Jin gasped.

“Our family crest,” Taehyung supplied for him.

“He made that for you?” Jimin asked.

“Yep, he cut the wood and carved it himself,” you told them proudly.

“I knew that he was looking at me weird last week!” Taehyung exclaimed. “He must’ve been drawing my tattoo.”

“He was,” you confirmed with a giggle.

“That was so thoughtful of him,” Hyorin cooed.

“I knew that you liked the lone wolf!” Jimin added with an excited laugh.

“Well, I didn’t want to push him,” you shrugged. “And you guys know why,” you added and they all nodded in understanding.

“But now that he’s made his move, when can I start planning your mating ceremony?” Jin wondered, making your eyes widen.

“Slow the fuck down, we’re not there yet,” you scoffed. “We’ve only been together for a few days.”

“Hey, Joon and I mated after officially dating for only a month,” Hyorin pointed out.

“But the two of you flirted for six years before that,” Jin snorted.

“Y/N-ah and hyung have been flirting for months now though, so it’s the same thing,” Taehyung said.

“Ok, no it isn’t,” you laughed. “And we can stop all this talk about mating ceremonies unless it’s Tae��s and Jungkook’s.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait for spring to get here!” Taehyung squealed as he clapped his hands together. “We can start planning then so that we can have the ceremony after Kook’s birthday.”

“Don’t worry Taehyungie, we’ll help you,” Jimin assured him, making you, Hyorin and Jin all nod in agreement. Just then, the Alphas came back to the table, their hands brimming with plates for both themselves and the Omegas.

“Here you go Tae,” Yoongi said as he leaned down and placed a plate down in front of Taehyung before taking his seat next to you.

“Thank you hyung,” Taehyung smiled and Yoongi just shrugged his shoulders before placing your plate down in front of you.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured back, giving you a quick smirk before beginning to eat his food. Lunch went on as normal, conversation flowing easily as you all talked about different thing going on around the pack.

“Kook!” Taehyung grinned widely and when you looked up, you saw Jungkook walking up to the table.

“Hey baby,” he muttered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of Taehyung’s head.

“You look exhausted,” Jin snorted and Jungkook sighed heavily as he sat down next to Taehyung.

“I am exhausted. I had early morning patrol,” Jungkook told them.

“Early morning patrol?” Yoongi repeated. “What’s that?”

“Tensions between packs aren’t getting any better,” Namjoon admitted and everyone at the table turned to look at him. “I just want to be on the safe side so I’ve been having some people do early morning and late night patrol duty, just to make sure there aren’t any lurkers on the territory.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Hyorin asked and Namjoon just shrugged lamely.

“It’s just a safety precaution,” Hobi spoke up, sticking up for Namjoon. “We just want to make sure that no one tries us when we’re at our most vulnerable, which is when we’re asleep.”

“Oh, well I wouldn’t mind helping,” Yoongi offered and Namjoon smiled at him.

“That would be great Yoongi,” he said.

“We can set up a time later hyung,” Hobi added. “There are enough Alphas and Omegas on patrol that you should only have to do it once every other week.”

“Ok, just let me know,” Yoongi nodded.

“Anyway, to change the subject,” Taehyung interjected. “Kook and I are gonna host a game night at our place tonight and you’re all invited.”

“Speaking of that, can we reschedule?” Jungkook wondered as he set his elbows on top of the table, resting his chin in his hands.

“No!” Taehyung gasped. “We’re finally all moved into our new cabin and I want everyone to come over.”

“I’m exhausted though,” Jungkook whined.

“Please?” Taehyung pouted and Jungkook looked towards everyone else for help.

“Uh, Jiminie and I are actually busy tonight Taehyungie,” Hobi told him.

“Since when?” Taehyung wondered as he narrowed his eyes at them.

“Since right now,” Jimin shot back with a grin.

“Hyo and I have a meeting with the elders tonight anyways,” Namjoon chimed in, and Hyorin quickly nodded her head agreement.

“Do we lie too?” Yoongi quietly asked you.

“We definitely lie,” you confirmed. “Game nights with Tae tend to get a little...out of control.”

“How do you mean?” Yoongi wondered.

“Let’s just say that the last time we had a game night, Tae and Hobi didn’t speak to each other for three weeks,” you said, making Yoongi wince at the thought because he knew that Taehyung never stopped talking in general so that argument must’ve been pretty bad.

“And what about you two?” Taehyung called, making you and Yoongi look over at him. “What lie do you two have for me?”

“Y/N-ah and I had a dinner planned for just the two of us tonight,” Yoongi replied and when Taehyung turned to look at you, you just smiled.

“Mmm. And what about you, Jin hyung?” Taehyung questioned and everyone looked at him.

“I just don’t wanna come because you turn into a fucking demon on game nights,” Jin smirked.

“I do not!” Taehyung shouted and you just rolled your eyes as you leaned against Yoongi, smiling when he set his hand on your thigh as the two of you listened to Jin and Taehyung bicker with each other.

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“You know, I thought the whole dinner thing was a lie,” you giggled as you let Yoongi feed you some of the beef tips that he had cooked for you. The two of you were back in his cabin in the living room, sat on the couch with your legs thrown over his lap.

“It was intended to be a surprise but Taehyung ruined it,” Yoongi huffed, making you smile. “Do you like them though?” He questioned, referring to the beef tips.

“I think the basically empty bowl gives you an answer,” you pointed out. “But yes, I do. They’re really tender and flavorful.”

“I’m glad you do,” he murmured as he fed you again. “It makes my Alpha feel good to see you eating well.”

“It makes my Omega feel good that you’re taking such good care of me,” you echoed. “Who would’ve thought that big, bad, Prime Alpha Min Yoongi would be such a softie?”

“Yeah, well don’t tell anyone or else we’ll have to fight,” he threatened you.

“We all know I’d win that fight,” you snorted.

“Tell me something,” Yoongi requested. “What did Taehyung mean when he said him and Jungkook’s new cabin? Were they not already living together?”

“Well, they basically were because Tae literally stays in Jungkook’s cabin like 6 nights out of the week,” you giggled. “But officially, no. Jungkook wanted to build a new cabin that was the both of theirs and that was somewhere that they could start the rest of their lives together.”

“So moving in together before you actually mate isn’t frowned upon then?”

“No, but it’s not exactly encouraged either,” you explained. “If for whatever reason a relationship doesn’t work out before they have a chance to mate, you don’t wanna have to worry about who gets to keep the cabin and who has to move out and all that stuff.”

“So, it’s just logistics really?” Yoongi summed up.

“Basically,” you nodded in agreement. “No one has really said anything to Tae or Kook about it though because they know that if Tae wasn’t distracted by them moving in together and having to make their house into a home, then there would be nothing stopping him from making Kook give him a bite. And we all know how weak Kook is for him.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” Yoongi laughed. “So, what about you then?”

“What about me?” You wondered with a shrug.

“How do you feel about mating and bites and all that?” He questioned.

“Well, I guess I’d consider myself to be pretty traditional,” you told him. “I’d like a mating ceremony, but I would want to exchange bites with that person before the actual ceremony.”

“When it’s just the two of you?”

“Yeah, I think it’s more personal that way,” you smiled.

“And moving in?”

“I could take it or leave it,” you said. “I wouldn’t be opposed to moving in with someone before we mated, but I’d need to know that the relationship is definitely moving towards mating in order to be completely comfortable with it.”

“Ok, nice to know,” Yoongi murmured.

“And what about you?” You asked. “How do you feel about it?”

“Honestly, I’ve never given much thought to it,” he admitted. “All I’ve known is that I just wanted an Omega that I could love and care for.”

“Typical Alpha,” you teased. “Never caring about the little details.”

“Well, I guess I’m pretty traditional too in the sense that if I’m with an Omega, then I would trust them to make decisions that benefit both themselves and me, which is exactly what I would do.”

“Would you only trust them to make decisions in regards to things like mating ceremonies and how your future home would be decorated?” You asked, and Yoongi knew that you were asking him if he only trusted you to make decisions on things that were traditionally an “Omegas’ domain”.

“I used to think that, but not anymore,” Yoongi replied honestly. “As an Alpha and especially being Prime, having to make important decisions alone can be stressful and tiring, so it would be nice if I could have someone to shoulder that burden with.”

“Good answer,” you smirked, and Yoongi chuckled as he reached into the bowl one more time and offered you the last forkful. You opened your mouth, letting him gently put the fork into your mouth before closing your lips around it. You then slowly pulled away from him, maintaining eye contact as the fork slid out of your mouth.

“You’re gonna get in trouble Y/N-ah,” Yoongi warned you.

“Trouble isn’t always bad,” you smirked as you watched him lean forward and set the empty bowl on the coffee table before sitting back against the couch and looking at you.

“I guess it isn’t,” he agreed. “Come here.” You leaned over, pressing your lips against his as you set your hands on his cheeks. The two of you wasted no time, his tongue working its’ way into your mouth as you moved so close to him that you were halfway on his lap, moving your hands away from his face and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Wait, we should slow down,” he mumbled against your lips and you shook your head as you sat up, maneuvering yourself so that you were actually straddling his lap.

“Why?” You whispered, setting your hands on either side of his neck as you looked down at him. “Do you not want to?”

“Fuck, I want to,” he exhaled harshly and you couldn’t help but to giggle at how insistent he was on reassuring you. “But I just don’t want to push you.”

“You’re not,” you swore. “Honesty hour?”

“Go ahead.”

“I’ve wanted you ever since the night of the full moon party, when you got me that plate of food and made sure that I ate well,” you admitted. “So trust me, this is definitely something that I’ve given thought to.”

“Oh yeah? How often?” Yoongi wondered with a smirk, making you automatically roll your eyes.

“Don’t make me change my mind,” you joked, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away again. “You know I will.”

“That I do,” he chuckled as he set his hands on your hips. “So, you said you want to but I need you to be specific. What do you want me to do to you baby?” Hearing him call you baby made your lower half clench in response so you leaned down again, brushing your lips against his as you answered his question.

“Want you to give me your knot, Alpha.” You didn’t even have time to pull your face away in order to catch his reaction because the next thing you knew, he was standing up abruptly and quickly stalking out of the living room, carrying you in his arms.

“Yoongi, be careful!” You squealed as you wrapped your legs tight around his waist and tightened your arms around his neck. “You drop me, I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“Oh, I’m gonna drop you on something alright,” he muttered and you reached down with one hand to smack him on the back. He continued to carry you down the hallway and into what you assumed to be his bedroom, stepping inside and using his foot to kick the door shut behind him.

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