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kiss-me-muchoo · 14 days ago

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𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 || 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ where the salesman discovers his wife is a recruiter like him and punishes her for keeping the secret.

warnings_ AGE GAP (not specified), wife!reader, crumbs of frontman x reader, angst, fluff, the worst smut you’ll ever read, piv sex and kinky stuff, blood play, gun play, both are little freaks do not romanticize this irl, NOT PROOFREAD

notes_ 49 people liked my gong yoo playlist, and it’s a bad playlist lmfao

♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 gong yoo

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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Looking through the little window of the kitchen, you noticed it was going to be a cloudy day.

Rain was forecasted but the air was kind of warm, either way, you would take the subway. Your hands pour two coffee cups and soon you place them perfectly on the table.

You return to serve the scrambled eggs with sausage you made, very occidental given the circumstances.

Two big hands snake around your hips and you roll your eyes, giggling.

“You shouldn’t spoil me this much, blossom,” your husband says, kissing your cheek and making you feel utterly in love.

“I can and I will, baby” you reply, spinning around, his hands remain on your hips and you step on your tiptoes to give him a soft kiss.

He had a grey suit already on. His hair was perfectly combed and his well-mannered composure displaying too.

“I was thinking on something…” your husband says, tracing circles over the fabric of your pajama sweats. “What if?… We have a date?”

“A date? Aren’t our usual hangouts dates, love?” You ask confidently, you can hear him huffing but in a playful way.

“It’s different. We married three years ago…” you nod at him, a silly smile plastered across your face.

“And where are you taking me?” your sultry tone makes him grope your hips harder and it almost makes you gasp.

“That’s a surprise…” your husband says, grabbing the plates with food and walking away. “Fine, dear. Surprise me then…”

As you both eat dinner, you remember your tasks of the day, making you eat slowly.

“I’m staying a couple of extra hours in my office, I have three scheduled meetings with students to counsel” you explain.

“I still believe you’ll be home earlier than me…”

“Well, just in case, I already left chicken breasts marinating and the vegetables are disinfected” Your husband eyes you with curiosity, already thinking why you would take longer. “Just cook the chicken and pour the vegetables in a bowl. I’ll make the salad and drinks if I’m late”

He nods, smiling at you with ease. But his thoughts are running high already.

Soon he is at the door putting on his shiny black shoes while you slip into your low maroon heels.

“See you tonight,” you say, stepping forward and kissing him so passionately that he almost closes the door to throw you on the couch.

“Love you,” you said.

“Love you too” the salesman answered.

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Your fingers twirl around the red keys you had hanging in your office. The computer was on and the announcement of a zoom call ended was on display. You unlock a drawer with said keys and you grab a cellphone.

It was cold and off. As soon as you turn it on, you stand up to close the door and that’s when it starts vibrating.

“Are you alone?” The deep voice on the other side asks. “All clear…”

“Good” You can tell how imposing his voice is, he was your boss after all. “Have you read the archive of the games of 2020?”

“Yes, sir” you answer confidently.

“Player 456, Seong Gi-hun is trying to find us…” you remembered the morning you put aside your counselor job to read the archives and search most of the profiles of the late players of the squid game of 2020.

“We have located his intern. Get rid of him and the work he has done so far…” you silently sigh at his words. In your hand, the phone vibrates again, alerting you of a new message, probably containing the address of the intern.

“Do you need proof of my job?”

“I trust you enough to complete your task without doubts” he says and it almost made your cheeks burn.

You stay silent, already accepting you would be late for dinner.

“Can you do that for me? Or do you have to get home to your husband?” He is mocking you, you roll your eyes, standing up and ready to leave.

“Don’t push my buttons, Hwang In-ho” and with that, you hang up.

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The washing machine of the apartment was too quiet. At given times, it almost made you forget you had clothes washing. You stand in front of the machine, your arms crossed and looking at the clothes spinning inside. You could still see the dress shirt of your husband and the tiny droplet of dry blood, slowly turning pink and then dissapearing completely.

The salesman didn’t ask you why you took longer than expected the night before. You has already warned him you could be late. he respected it.

In the morning he woke up hard and you gladly spread your legs for him. You whispered his name in his ear until you couldn’t help but moan loudly. Your husband was always soft but hard. Sometimes you wondered if he had more unveiling under his perfectly neat aura. He once said his job was dangerous, but both of you were getting to know each other and were drunk. What if it wasn’t a joke?

He was a businessman, but ever since you met him, you hadn’t questioned with sincerity what he specifically worked for.

As you see how the blood disappeared from his dressing shirt, you wonder if he was also lying to you.

What if he was cheating? Women could get freaky and draw some blood if things went messy in the sheets.

No. He was head over heels for you.

The salesman picked you and never let you go. He asked for a fruit cake slice and you asked for a crème brûlée at the same time. The girl at the counter asked if you two were a couple and both of you chuckled, pointing out you were strangers.

It made more sense your husband was in some dirty job.

Just like you…

But you did it because you needed extra money to send to your home. Your parents needed a house, new cars, you just couldn’t ask your husband to sustain them as well.

What was his reason?….

You shake your head, realizing you were overthinking and your husband probably was just working at some office. You would keep your lie as long as possible.

And that was it, for a moment…

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It had been raining all night. The streets were quiet but the sense of tranquility flooded the air. Your heels clicked with every step you gave through the station.

You were slightly far from home, at the Busan station. The frontman wanted you to meet with a recruiter to count how many cards both of you have handed out and how many were left.

It didn’t made a lot of sense but there you were; waiting for a tall man with navy suit and black tie.

You look around, trying to spot said man. Coming down the streets you saw a briefcase.

And nothing prepared you to discover said recruiter was your dear husband.

Your blood pressure lowered, and on the verge of feeling dizzy, you turned after seeing your husband looking around.

Your first thought was to take off your shoes and coat. The grey heels and red coat would easily give you away.

As you do so, you start walking away, feeling extremely uneasy.

Your heels start sounding louder as you start running. You know it will start drawing unwanted attention, possibly your husband’s as well.

He couldn’t see you, he heard some heels and looked for the person wearing them. But he only distinguished the silhouette of a woman.

She looked a lot like you.

The salesman hurried to move across the busy station. Everyone was waiting the arrival of the train. He immediately started wondering if it was actually you. And what were you doing in Busan?

When he tried to reach the woman, she was already out of the station. And the salesman realized he should have paid more attention to your sudden changes. If he didn’t love you as much as he did, he would’ve tracked you down every single day until he was able to unmask the truth.

But your husband loved you. Even when he was insane.

He pulled out his phone and dialed your number.

You grabbed a cab and set the route back home. Your phone ringed and you tried to calm yourself before answering.

“Yes?”

“Are you still at the office?” Your husband asked with feigned innocence.

“No. I made an appointment to get my hair done” he nods, feeling slightly relived for some reason.

“And you?” You suddenly feel insecure. Because you saw him at the station.

“I’m still at the workplace…”

Liar…

“Oh, okay, honey. I’ll see you tonight…” you say, smiling.

But how bad could you feel when you were also lying? You had a hair appointment but it was a couple of blocks away from the apartment.

The salesman sat on the train. He never did so, he always stood straight, ready to walk out. But the odd moment was making him more uneasy than it should.

His phone vibrated, but it wasn’t the phone he used just for you. It was his work phone.

He opened the message and he stared at it in silence.

A picture of you at the station. With the red coat and grey heels he saw you wearing in the morning.

“Tell your wife to send the record of the people she recruited”

The salesman couldn’t hide his surprise.

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You didn’t consider the way restaurants decorated everything with hearts and too many balloons, making the place look like too much. You loved it.

The place your husband picked was gorgeous. Both of you had nearly finished a bottle of wine, with exquisite plates and a tiramisu to die for.

“I love the way your new haircut looks” your husband admits, making you blush immediately. “Really? Thanks, love”

“Did you get it done before or after going to Busan to recruit players?” he was smiling, not sweetly but cynically.

“What?” he chuckles at your shy question.

“Now, don’t be shy, blossom” You sip at your glass of wine as he hands his credit card to a waitress. “I asked you a question. Answer me…”

You sigh, brushing some hair away from your forehead.

“Because I will gladly reveal to you that I’m also a recruiter….” half of you were relieved but the other was extremely confused. “I was once a pink guard. I knew the thrill of killing my father as he lost a game would get me far”

You gasp, almost covering your mouth.

He had said his father fell ill after the war and eventually perished.

“I love the face of the poor souls that play with me and feel like they’ve won” There’s something about his behavior that alerts you. About an unknown side of your husband. “Then I remind them how fucked up they are, the desperation they carry”

He knows you are analyzing every word and gesture he is doing. He doesn’t mean to scare you. He is testing you.

“I did to help my parents” You can’t look him in the eye, you are shocked. “To help them pay their bills and buy a new home. I wasn’t going to ask you for help with this”

“I would’ve traveled to your hometown and handed them every single dollar in person, y/n,” he says with a cheeky and proud smile. “With every single thing I do, you’re on my mind. Every single person I hand a card to, I hope you’ve never known them. Every single person I kill, I check to walk home neat and clean. All so I don’t have to scare you…”

Your husband was insane.

“And you think I wouldn’t have helped you pay your parent’s bills? Be honest with yourself, my dear wife…” you gulp, you feel like he is drinking your fear. “You accepted the job because you also fill the thrill like me…”

Was he right? You didn’t know yet. But you wouldn’t let him get away with it.

“I have been doing this for two months, you have been in this for years!” you don’t let your broken voice expose you. “Let’s not point anyone here”

The salesman sits there, with his hands under his chin and looking neutrally odd for the situation. However, he had never seen you mad at him before. Just once a couple of months after you started dating. But now, as a marriage, it felt odd, worse.

Your teary eyes make him feel almost wrong. He never wanted to be the reason for your cries.

And yet, he felt a burning rage, because you lied to him.

You turn away, standing up.

“Where are you going?” He asks patiently.

“Home, I’ll see you there…” you say between the tears.

Everything feels so odd. You can’t completely control your emotions at that moment. You just walk some blocks away.

You want to overthink the situation, but you can’t.

All you knew was that it scared you more to admit you were as twisted and evil as your husband than to accept he was actually like that.

Your work phone vibrates and you already know who sent the “See me in room 14, red building” message.

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You carelessly blow out the smoke of your cigar inside the room. One arm under your breasts and the other holding the cigar between your index and middle finger.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me my husband was also part of this?” You ask looking through the big crystal window. You could see the long line outside of the restaurant you had left half an hour ago.

“Because I didn’t know at the beginning” you huff, smoking again, ignoring the way you could feel his eyes wandering across your figure. “And then I understood my best salesman was married to my best saleswoman”

The moment you stepped inside and the frontman met you sat on a leather couch with his mask on, you prayed you to be home with your sociopathic husband.

“This will prove our ‘till death do us part’…” you attempt to joke, without smiling or trying to sound funny.

In-ho stands up and you feel him stand behind you.

You remain still when his hands land on your hips, it doesn’t feel the same as when your husband does it.

“This is the first time we’ll try to host two games per year. One in the spring and one in the fall…” he says slowly. “I have to go because I’m a busy man, you know that, dear y/n”

“And what is my job?” In-ho smiles, eager to see your face but willing to wait until you finish your cigar.

“You and your husband must soothe the waters so Seong Gi-hun will stop trying to find us…” you sigh, not prepared to start working with your husband.

“Very romantic” you blurt out, stepping on the cigar and then the hands in your hips made you twist around so you could face your boss properly.

“Make me proud, blossom” you almost spitted at him.

Only your husband made it sound normal whenever he gave you a nickname.

“Yes, sir…” But it doesn’t matter, you can’t fight. You would protect your husband at any cost. And defying the frontman meant danger. Why provoke it?

“Good girl,” he says, turning away.

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It couldn’t be because of money. The salesman was wealthy enough to take care of you in every single aspect. He never told you to quit your job because he knew you loved it and you felt proud for contributing financially with him.

A lover? You didn’t have male friends for starters. Your husband was aware that you were a rare case of contained extroversion due to a lack of friends.

He was crazy enough to deal with you and get so used to end up falling in love.

But yes, he believed you it was because of the money. Your family was so important to you. He never understood, because he never experienced the same love as you.

He took off his blazer, grabbed a bottle of soju sat in the living room, and loosened his black tie.

The clock marked 12:40 pm, you were taking longer than expected.

Then the door opened.

You were drenched in blood.

It didn’t surprise the salesman. He stared at you and you briefly eyed him, then turned to take your keys.

At that point, it didn’t matter anymore. He knew you weren’t as sweet as you appeared. And you knew your husband wasn’t as good as he looked. You had to kill a man for almost exposing part of the organization.

You sighed and walked past your husband.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You hear his deep voice.

He was manspreading on the big couch and looked utterly consumed by his thoughts.

“We’re talking after I take a shower. I won’t do it while I’m drenched in blood…” he chuckles, making you realize he might not be tremendously surprised. He wasn’t even shocked about the blood. He already knew your true nature.

“Come here, darling…” The way he speaks is demanding.

You hesitate but step forward until you end up standing between his legs.

“Take off your clothes, please…” you scoff, chuckling, he doesn’t change his cold expression. “What?”

“Take off your clothes, blossom…”

You lock your eyes with him and do as he says.

It felt like a little competition. But nobody was winning.

Your flesh was exposed. Just like you were brought to earth. Your husband started to look down.

Maroon painting your neck, chest, and legs.

He makes you lay on the fancy carpet of the living room.

The blood is almost dry, but splotches still ruin the light brown carpet in the living room. You feel the deep gaze of your husband, but you only stare at the ceiling, feeling a little bold. You had no problem with showing him that he couldn’t easily scare you.

And then you hear him pulling something out.

A gun…

The cold unleashes some fire in your lower belly as your husband holds a revolver and starts tracing imaginary patterns from your neck, down to the valley of your breasts.

“You have been lying to me…” he pretends to be offended, you suppress a moan when he keeps lowering the gun, inches away from your pelvis. “I thought there were no lies between us…”

“I didn’t know how to tell you” you admit, closing your eyes, trying not to look like you are taking so much pleasure from your husband showing you a hidden side of himself. “And it seems like you didn’t know how to tell me either…”

“No, no, no. You knew my job was dangerous” He pouts, dragging the gun up and down your wet folds. “I just never told you exactly what it was about”

“Who cares? It’s the only secret we’ve kept from each other, let’s work in our commutation and that’s it…”

“I don’t think so, love” he objects, slipping the gun inside you, erupting a moan from you, he smirked. “I’m going to show why good girls shouldn’t lie to their husbands”

He set a restlessly low pace that made you lift your hips, but he pushed them back against the couch.

When you least expect it, you had already gushed around his gun, probably ruining it. He was naked and fucking you in a possessive matting press position.

“Tell me how much you love,” he says in between breaths.

“Fuck- I-, I love you so fucking much” you moan”

He was another man, you were another woman. Suddenly the marriage felt renewed, to the max.

“Say you’re sorry” he demands, fucking you harder, your eyes close in pleasure but you are thinking clearly. “Say you’re sorry too” you fight back, his hips align better and you can’t help but feel your eyes get teary as his tip brushes a special spot. You can’t help it…

“Oh- god- I’m sorry” you admit, little tears sliding down, but your husband is insane so he leans and without slowing down his pace, he licks your tears. “I’m sorry too”

It feels too good, more than usual. You feel your core tightening and your hips trying to meet him impossibly closer.

“Admit it, you are not as innocent as you want to appear” he spats out, his moans leading you closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. “You take joy in the chaos of having some power others don’t have…”

Busted.

You know something has changed. Like a superscar freshly appearing in your marriage. And somehow, you don’t feel bad about it anymore.

“Admit and you’ll see why we perfectly fitted like puzzle pieces since the beginning” he urges you.

“I do…” you confess.

The air feels lighter, your stomach tenses, and your back arches.

As you throw back your head and close your eyes, you hear your husband say he loves you again.

His warm cum floods your walls and you feel full. And satisfied…

There’s no turning back. You were bound to recruit people for some deadly games, to track down people and kill them if necessary. All along your husband.

“I knew I was right about you,” he says, pressing his forehead between your breasts.

“You’re the love of my life” you don’t say anything for some minutes, you only stare at the perfect ceilings of the apartment. But you think too much about his touch.

Your husband loved you. He could drain all the blood from a corpse with his hands and make love to you with said hands. He would leave aside his insane nature just to come home and make you happy. And he would accept your also insane nature and love you the same. If not, more…

“You’re the love of my life too” you finally answer, cradling his face and kissing him in the lips.

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Man, I need to start the silent sea to write for another gong yoo character

#the salesman x reader #salesman x reader #recruiter x reader #gong yoo x reader #gong yoo #squid game x y/n #squid game x reader

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tadc-harlequin-au · 7 months ago

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Touch-Starved (canon)

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otherwise known as; the part where The Puppetmaster finds out he has THE FEELINGS(™, patent pending) for the Combat Harlequin. lmfao

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"Almost..." His hand trembled at the last piece required. He carefully slotted the optics in place, and twisted the eye multiple times to stick it in place. Within moments, he steps back, and Bubble flared up alive again, checking out his new, updated vision. “Wow! I can see more colors now!” The Blimp spun in place.

“Those new eyes should allow you to broadcast anything you see to me, if I so wished.” He explains, pulling out a small, thin black screen from one of the the desk’s many compartment. He switches it on, and Bubble’s eyes suddenly have a tiny red dot blinking in the middle of it.

So far, so good. The device was working as intended and he could see the top of his dentures from Bubble’s perspective, making Caine grin proudly.

“You may proceed to do your chores once more, the upgrades are done.” He sends the blimp to his merry way, and Bubble only nods before turning away to make his way out of the office. He leans back with a content sigh and closed eyes, satisfied with the work done for the day.

At that very moment, Pomni also opens the door.

She looked… disheveled, to say the least.

“Oh hey Pomni!” The butler blimp greeted with his usual reply. The Harlequin only sent him a look of acknowledgement, knowing that it’s useless to try to spark up a conversation, as Bubble was already making his way out.

Caine blinked once, and then he blinked twice just to make sure he’s seeing things right.

Was she always this… dazzling? Literally? He could see sparkles forming everywhere.

She flipped her hair in a messy attempt to get rid of the strands currently stuck to the skin of her nape. Her trademark golden ponytail missing, most likely a B.O.S.S.’s doing. She made her way to Caine’s desk and he swears he could feel his heart beat faster and faster with each step she took. The Harlequin’s trademark squinted brows with half-lidded eyes meeting his own wide stare, a gaze that would typically make any person with a still-functioning sanity cower in fear.

She took a seat on his desk with her legs crossed and her back turned against him and leaning on her right arm, as she usually did.

“Here’s the die you asked for. Took me a bit, but still got the job done.” She checked her left arm for damages after she placed the multi-colored puppet heart in front of him, while she flashed her teeth with a victorious, smug smile. His words are caught in his throat and her entirety shines too brightly for him. He couldn’t understand it.

Why… did she seem like a flame, and he felt like an unsuspecting moth, drawn to her light?

He shook his head clear and forced his stare away from her direction, clearing his throat while clutching the die. “I-I see, thank you, Pomni. You-you’ve done�� a… wonderful…” Her hand grasped his own and his heart leapt at his own throat. Her synthetic, calloused fingers felt so rough, yet so gentle against his own gloved ones that he considered taking them off.

“...j-job.” His breath hitched as he struggled to finish the end of his sentence, unable to tear his attention away from her eyes. He found himself gawking at her intense, golden eye matched with blue and red pinwheel ones.

“Aren't you forgetting something, Puppetmaster?” Her expression questioning, yet with a slight and subtle undertone of mischief glinted at her optics.

He couldn’t speak. He struggled to form coherent words. It felt like he was being strangled by an unknown force clutching at his neck, yet there was clearly no malice behind it.

“Wh… What am I forgetting…?” He asked in such a feeble tone that made her chuckle in such a low rumbling tone, snaring his full attention.

“Well, I think that I deserve a reward for my services. Don’t you think?” She stands up. Warm hands suddenly felt so cold and empty, and already he missed the warmth present just about a second ago. The Harlequin made her way towards him as he spun his chair to meet her halfway. Hand at her hips as she towered over his sitting form. He’s all of a sudden clutching at the armrest so intensely.

“Y-yes, of course! H-how could I forget!” He nervously chuckles, he would pull on his collar right about now. “What is it you wish to be rewarded with?”

He offers her his best smile, and she giggles as she shakes her head. Without any warning, she took a seat on his lap, and he went frozen. As if making one single move would shatter the very fabric of the universe. She leaned her head to his shoulder, fiddling with the collar of his shirt then her fingers trailed onto the underside of his chin to make him look at her. He shivered from the contact.

“You.”

He trembled as his face warmed up to uncontrollable degrees, and produced visible heat waves. Not even his self-installed coolants were helping him tone down the sudden rise in his body temperature in the slightest. He couldn’t control his shakes, making the Harlequin smirk, knowing that she had the Puppetmaster all wrapped around her finger.

He didn’t know what came over him, because now his own hands were making their way onto her thighs to pull her closer to him entirely, the other shakingly placing itself onto her shoulders and he could feel the way she sighs contentedly against his touch. He exhales a shaky breath himself, attempting to steel himself.

“M-my dear, a-are you positive that… that is what you’d like?”

It was better to be safe than sorry. She sits up straight, and for the first time, he regrets ever asking that question in the first place.

“Actually…” Her voice trails off playfully, while she stands up. “... Maybe I’d like something more.”

It only took her a finger underneath his chin to pull him as she leads him to a nearby wall. As if his own body had a mind of it’s own, he pins her in place with both arms adjacent to her head. His face leans in closer and closer to her with eyes closed, and she’s leaning up close to him, fully ready to accept his advances.

Pomni’s soft lips met his teeth, and Caine could smell the faint traces of grass and sweat rolling down from her synthetic skin, evident of her hardships from the recent battle. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his loops around her waist to pull her closer, while the other cups at her face intensely. He savored her mouth as their breathing became heavy and fast-paced, only breaking apart for a mere second, gasping for air before delving back in to their desires.

Desire…

Quite the accurate depiction of how Caine truly felt for the Harlequin at this moment. He couldn’t quite decipher when this had started, though.

As if her intentions were to pry him away from his overbearing and unnecessary thoughts, Pomni pushed him away to pin him to the wall this time, continuing the liplock. He grunts from the impact, but gladly returns her enthusiasm with fervor as he loops his arm around her back, pulling her flush to him once more. Her hands made their way to the lower sides of his jaw to caress so gently, and he finds himself melting at every contact their touches made.

Without breaking the teeth-on-lip-lock, he steered their bodies onto the direction of his desk, leaving the Harlequin laying on it as he loomed over her, ravaging her mouth once more like the touch-starved man he was. He adjusted her thighs just enough to make room for him without making the position uncomfortable for the both of them, their heated make out session felt like it could go on forever as he gripped her waist tightly.

It felt like if he let her go, she would disappear all of a sudden. And he didn’t want that.

He made sure to not lean too much of his body weight onto her by propping himself up with his elbows, both hands find themselves cupping her face to keep her in place as her hands trailed all the way up from the lower arms to his shoulders to do the same to him. He broke the kiss to gasp for air, a string of saliva being the clear proof of their heated action, but quickly delved back into the riveting sensations of their activity.

Her touch against him were like magic; every contact sent shivers and jolts down his spine as she switched from holding his shoulders to holding his chest just above where a collarbone would traditionally be, pushing him away to let herself up. For a nanosecond he thought that maybe he went a little too far with his advances, until she disproved his theory by shoving him to one of the nearby long couches, only a pillow to cushion and soften his landing onto the furniture.

Quickly making up for lost time and contact, she quickly crawls to straddle his waist, clutching the back of his head to make him look at her, and her only. His hand found itself gripping at the back of her waist tightly once more, the other clutching her own head just to make sure she’s still there with him. Both were panting heavily, the room temperature very much heated as a result of their affairs.

His eyes looked at her longingly as he breathed heavily. “Pomni… I… I don’t think I want this to end.”

She flashed him a consoling smile.

The alarm rings, deafening the surroundings as he jolts awake, falling from his chair comically with a loud, slightly high-pitched scream emitting from his throat. He groans from the headache he had received from the impact to the ground, clutching at the top sides of his jaw, as he leans his head onto the desk for support.

His false heart was beating faster than when one would run; His face was flushed and he frustratingly ignores the heat from the rest of his body with a grumble.

He shifts his eyes to look around. Nothing’s changed. Everything was the same since Bubble left to do his daily chores.

He shakes his head and slams his face down onto the elegant desk, groaning depressingly and half-sobbing.

What the fuck? Was… WAS IT ALL JUST A DAMN DREAM!?

Oh, he could scream and cry into a pillow right about now. But the panicked angry screaming of a certain someone being bothered by the recent addition; the Ragdoll Mannequin that was “Ragatha”, suddenly grabs his attention. Now, he’s looking outside into the manor grounds from his office’s windows with a tired and questioning gaze.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

“But Mistress! You still haven’t tried out my trademark cookie recipe!! It’s GUARANTEED to be your instant favorite!”

“STOP CALLING ME MISTRESS! FOR THE LAST TIME, I DON’T CARE, GET THE FUCK AWAY-”

Caine sighed disappointingly to himself, dragging his hand across his eyes.

God fucking dammit. He actually feels something for her.

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I would say I'm sorry, but we all know I'm not. :)

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alsofoundinpeas · 1 month ago

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Beyond the Window

Summary: With her package plan a success, the only thing standing between Y/N and Spencer now was his job. But as soon as he returned home, nothing would hold them back from finally acting on their feelings—this time, with no windows in the way. (Part One)

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. Some might consider this dubcon (talk of Spencer watching reader through her window but reader had wanted him to) so please be aware of that! Fingering (f!receiving), oral (both m and f receiving), unprotected P in V sex (birth control mentioned), overstimulation/multiple orgasms (both m and f receiving), dry humping (if you squint), creampie (fuck I hate typing that), minor corruption kink, heavy praise, Virgin!Spencer, Sub!Spencer (he is pathetic and LOUD in this FYI), Soft Dom!reader, Perv!Spencer and Perv!Reader (they're back at it again LMFAO). Both fluffy and smutty. They match each other’s freak your honor!!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader

A/N: Anddd done! This was, to date, the filthiest thing I've written so I'm nervous but I also loved writing it LMAO. I hope you guys enjoy part two as much as I enjoyed writing it :') I'll be putting out more sub!Spence in the future, but for now I hope you guys like this!! As always, please let me know what you guys think and if you do enjoy it then please like, reblog, and share it with your friends. <3 Thank you and I love you all!! :)

Spencer was certain the universe was playing a cruel, twisted prank on him.

It was the only explanation for being called into work early on a Sunday morning when he was supposed to be off. The night before, he’d gone to bed without replying to Y/N, hoping to come up with the perfect witty, flirty response the next day—when his brain wasn't a pile of mush. As he hurried to pack a go-bag and get dressed, Spencer cursed under his breath for waiting. Now, he’d have to send a hasty, jumbled apology and hope that Y/N would still want him to come over when he got back.

While Spencer drove—a task he loathed but had no choice in, given the lack of time for the metro—Penelope briefed him on the case details. The team was being sent to Wyoming to assist with a rapidly escalating unsub, which explained the need to get there quickly. Spencer couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as Penelope spoke. Even with the case's urgency, his mind kept returning to Y/N.

“Reid?” Penelope sighed, then tried again. “Hello? Earth to Reid?!”

Spencer snapped back to reality, his face flushing as he cleared his throat. “Sorry, I got distracted. What was the last part again?”

Penelope's laughter echoed through the phone. “What’s keeping your mind so busy? Besides all your usual genius stuff, that is."

Spencer groaned, knowing that the blonde wouldn’t stop pressing until she got an answer. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly began to explain.

"There’s this girl who lives across from me, and I’ve had a crush on her for a while… We’d run into each other a few times at the library and the coffee shop near my place, but recently, a package of hers ended up at my door. I took it to her yesterday morning, and we ended up hanging out—" He paused, swallowing hard as his mind drifted to what had happened that night, but he quickly pushed the thought aside. "Anyway, she texted me to come over again, but then I got called in for the case. So, yeah, she’s just been on my mind."

Spencer winced as a loud squeal erupted from the phone, quickly followed by the sound of enthusiastic clapping.

“Spencer! That’s adorable! What’s her name?”

“Nope. Not a chance. I know you’ll look her up and start stalking her!” Spencer protested as he pulled into the parking garage. “Look, I just got here, so I’ll see you when we get back. Please keep this between us for now, alright? I don’t need everyone hounding me about it while we have a case to focus on.”

Penelope groaned dramatically but gave in, sighing in playful annoyance. “Ugh, fine, lover boy. You just ruined all my fun,” she grumbled. “Be safe, my sweet angel, and tell Derek to call me when you guys land!”

Spencer finished the call and hung up, swiftly typing out a message to send to Y/N before he had to go in. His thumbs clumsily pressed the buttons as he hurried, letting out an annoyed sigh as he fumbled with his flip-phone. He’d never been a fan of modern technology, but if getting a new phone meant it would be easier to talk to her, he’d consider it.

Good morning! I hope you slept well. Apologies for the late response. I’d love to come over, but unfortunately, I’ve been called in for a case. Would you still like me to come by once I get back?

Spencer gave a nod to himself, hit send, then gathered his things and stepped out of the car.

Y/N paused when she heard her phone ding, toothbrush still in her mouth. She quickly finished brushing, swishing mouthwash as she walked to her room to grab her phone. Returning to the bathroom, she spat out the mouthwash before finally glancing at the waiting text.

A small giggle fell from her lips as she read Spencer’s message, leaning back against the sink as she responded.

Of course, Spencer. Only if you want to :) xoxo

He texted like an old man (which wasn't surprising, considering his wardrobe). She thought it was charming. She placed her phone on the bathroom counter and stepped toward the shower to start the water, a smile still playing on her lips from his message.

A content sigh fell from her lips once she stepped into the hot stream of water, letting the water relax her tight muscles.

As her soapy hands began to wander her body, her mind wandered back to Spencer and just how deliciously pathetic he’d looked stroking himself to the sight of her. Honestly, Y/N had worried she’d scared the poor guy with her message after he’d watched her the night before, so seeing his text was a relief. Now, she just had to wait for him to return from his case—and then he’d finally be all hers.

The week crawled by, each day stretching on painfully, leaving both of them restless and longing for each other's company.

Each night when Y/N came home, she’d glance out of her curtains, hoping to see that Spencer had returned, only to let out a quiet sigh when she found he hadn’t. She couldn’t remember ever being this excited to see someone before. Something about Spencer had her completely hooked—not just his looks, but the man behind them. After spending time with him, she was eager to uncover more about the sweet, brilliant person who lived across from her.

Another four days went by before the text she’d been waiting for finally came through.

Hey pretty girl, we just landed so I’ll be home in about an hour. Are you up for some company?

Y/N arched a brow as she read the message, re-reading it a few times to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. That didn’t sound like Spencer at all… but she was too eager for him to come over to worry about it now. She’d figure out who actually sent it when he arrived.

With a small grin, Y/N typed her reply, then set her phone down to get ready and tidy up her apartment.

“Morgan! Come on! Are you serious?” Spencer griped, swatting at the man in an attempt to grab his phone back. “What did you say to her?”

Penelope had (accidentally) let it slip to Morgan that Spencer was, in her words, "dating but not dating this super cute girl who lives across from him." Naturally, she’d ignored his requests for privacy, tracked down the tenant list for Y/N’s building, and found her online after figuring out she was the one. So, when Morgan glanced over Spencer's shoulder and saw the carefully composed message he’d written, he snatched the phone and sent something entirely different.

“Relax, kid! I’m just helping you out. You’re going to scare her off if you keep talking to her like a geezer,” Morgan chuckled, tossing him back his phone before standing from his seat and stretching. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Spencer sighed, shaking his head in frustration before unlocking his phone to check the message. He cringed at what Morgan had sent, but then his heart skipped a beat as he read Y/N’s reply.

Come over whenever you’re ready, pretty boy. I can’t wait to see you. :)

Spencer’s face flushed as he brushed off the curious looks from the team, eager to get off the jet and head home to drop his stuff off—then straight to Y/N’s. A mix of nervousness and excitement churned inside him, his hands trembling as he started the drive home. It felt surreal to him, knowing not only that she was excited to see him, but that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

A firm knock at the door pulled Y/N’s attention from the couch, a bright smile spreading across her face as she jumped up to answer it. "Coming!" she called, quickly unlocking the door. When she opened it, Spencer stood there, looking a bit nervous and holding a bag of takeout from her favorite diner.

"Oh, Spencer," she murmured, her gaze softening as she noticed the bag. "You’re so sweet! You didn’t have to get dinner—I was planning to order something when you got here." She stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him and taking the bag from his hand so he could slip off his coat.

Spencer waved it off with a sheepish grin as he followed her into the kitchen. "I wanted to," he said. "I noticed you ordered from them a lot and thought it would be a nice surprise." His eyes widened in panic. "Not that I’ve been, like, stalking you or anything! And, um, I'm sorry if I didn’t pick the right thing. I can run back and grab something else—"

“Spencer.”

Y/N sat down the plates she'd gotten out for them and silenced his nervous rambling by gently cupping his cheeks. Spencer froze mid-sentence, his mouth slightly open as he looked down at her. She smiled up at him, softly stroking her thumb along his cheekbone.

“You did perfect, sweetheart,” she reassured him, her gaze flicking to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “It was so thoughtful of you to pick up dinner. I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever you ordered. Thank you.”

Spencer swallowed, his heart pounding at the feel of her hands on his face. He drew in a deep breath, steadying himself before he whispered, “Of course.”

Y/N smiled, brushing her hand over his cheek one last time before turning back to plate the food, which looked and smelled delicious. Once she finished, she headed to the fridge, glancing back at Spencer. "Wine, water, or soda?"

"Water, please. Thank you."

Nodding, Y/N poured herself a glass of wine and then filled one with water for him. They walked into the living room, both of them buzzing with anticipation for what was to come later. They sat side by side, enjoying the warmth that came from being pressed together as they began to eat.

"So," Y/N started, laughing softly before continuing. "Who texted me from your phone earlier today? Unless the grandfather ghost inhabiting your body decided to take a rain check."

Spencer groaned in embarrassment, chuckling awkwardly as he glanced at her. "Sorry about that… that was my co-worker, Derek. And best friend too. He accused me of 'talking to you like a geezer' and decided to try and do better himself."

Y/N laughed even harder, putting her fork down to take a sip of her wine before replying. "I knew it wasn’t you!" she said with a triumphant grin, then paused, a new realization dawning on her. "You talk about me to your team?"

Spencer hesitated, finishing his bite slowly before taking a drink and nodding. "Sort of… I told Penelope about you, and then she mentioned it to Derek. I’m sorry—i-is that okay?" His fingers pushed his glasses up, a nervous habit of his.

It was more than okay. A giddy feeling rushed through her at the idea of him talking about her to his co-workers, recalling how he'd mentioned during their first hangout how much he valued them. She nodded, nudging him with her shoulder gently.

“You apologize too much, Spence. It’s totally fine. If anything, I’m flattered,” she admitted with a grin.

It didn’t take long for them to finish eating. Once the plates were cleared and placed in the sink, Y/N turned to Spencer, a small smirk playing on her lips. Spencer swallowed, leaning back against the counter, his eyes locked on her with a mix of curiosity as she began to speak.

"Do you watch every girl you're interested in through their window? Or am I just special?"

Her tone was playful, not angry or accusatory, but Spencer still tensed, stumbling over his words as he tried to explain himself.

"I swear I didn’t mean to come off as creepy or anything," Spencer stammered. "It’s just… from the moment I met you in the library, you were so captivating. And when I found out you lived across from me, I couldn’t help myself—"

Y/N's gaze softened as she realized just how nervous he actually was, and she took a step forward, shushing him with a finger to his lips.

"Spence, hey. Look at me, sweetheart,” she murmured, her arms loosely wrapping around his neck. She waited until their eyes met, then continued, her fingers gently twisting the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was just teasing. I wanted you to watch. That’s why I left my curtains open.”

Spencer’s eyes widened at her admission, a shaky sigh escaping his lips as he recalled every time she’d left her curtains open. All this time, she had wanted him to watch. The realization sent a strange warmth through him, and he carefully placed his hands on her waist.

“So, was the package at my door part of your plan too?” he breathed, his expression a blend of lust and adoration as he looked down at her.

Y/N's answer came in the form of a nod and a smug grin. Spencer chuckled, his nerves easing the longer he held her in his arms.

"I didn’t think you’d ever make a move, so I decided to take matters into my own hands," she said softly, still grinning as she met his gaze, mirroring the admiration in his eyes.

Spencer wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. “Is it wrong to say I’m glad you did?” he murmured, his hands gently caressing her lower back through her shirt. “You’re just… perfect. I was afraid you wouldn’t even give me the time of day if I’d tried to.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open in surprise, her brows furrowing as she tilted her head. “Are you serious?” she asked incredulously, letting her hands slide to rest on his shoulders as she leaned back in his embrace. “Spencer, I adore you. You could’ve asked me out in the library, right then, after just thirty seconds of knowing each other, and I would’ve said yes without a second thought. You really don’t give yourself enough credit.”

She tilted her head up, brushing her nose against his, continuing before he could speak. "Let me show you just how incredible I think you are. Please?"

Spencer sucked in a sharp breath, his heart racing at her words. It was exactly what he wanted, more than anything. But he hesitated, his mouth working as he fought to find the right words.

"I'm a virgin!" he not-so-eloquently blurted out instead.

Y/N's head jerked back, blinking hard as she processed his words. Had she heard him right?

"Wait... what did you just say?"

Spencer blushed hard, averting his gaze to the ground as he repeated himself.

"I'm a virgin."

It was Y/N’s turn to suck in a sharp breath, the admission arousing her more than she’d care to admit. She rubbed his shoulders gently before using one of her hands to guide his face back to hers, her gaze earnest as she looked at him.

“Honey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We don’t have to do anything at all—“

Spencer shook his head vigorously at that, a low whine emitting from his throat as he pressed his forehead to hers. “I want to do everything with you. I want to more than anything, I swear! I-I just… I don’t want it to be bad for you,” he whispered, unnecessary shame lacing his words.

“Spencer… sweetheart, it would never be bad for me as long as I’m with you,” Y/N whispered, her voice warm and steady. “I don’t want you to feel pressured, babe. Honestly, we could just curl up on the couch, watch a movie, or talk. I love talking with you, about anything.”

Spencer’s heart swelled at her words. No one had ever told him they truly enjoyed his company before, nor had anyone ever shown such genuine affection or concern for his emotions. It was a feeling he hadn’t known he was missing.

“I’m more than sure, Y/N. Please?” he mumbled, his grip on her hips tightening slightly. “I-I want to make you feel good.”

She paused, her eyes closing as she carefully considered her next move. After a long breath, Y/N gave a small nod, then pulled away from him completely.

“Follow me, then.”

Spencer hurried after her, nearly stumbling over his own feet in his eagerness to keep up. Once they reached her bedroom, Y/N shut the door and turned to face him, leaving him standing in the middle of her dimly lit room. He glanced around, almost in disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe he was really here—standing in her room and not caught in some dream.

“Bet it feels different being in here rather than just looking in,” Y/N teased, stepping closer to him.

“Very. I’m still waiting for the cameraman to jump out and tell me it’s all a prank.”

A soft laugh escaped her, and she shook her head with a smirk. “Sorry to disappoint, but that’s not happening. No prank, sweetheart,” she hummed, her eyes catching the way his gaze swept over her, full of unspoken desire.

Y/N smirked as she took another step forward, urging Spencer backward until the backs of his knees hit her mattress. She reached up, pushing down gently on his shoulders until he gingerly sat on the bed, looking up at her with wide eyes as she moved to straddle his lap. Her fingers carded through his hair, tugging gently and eliciting a whimper from him as she cocked her head.

“Quit looking at me like that,” she murmured, scratching her nails gently against his scalp.

A shiver ran down Spencer’s spine, his brows furrowing at her words. He shifted underneath her, resting his shaking hands on her hips. His tongue poked out to wet his lips, and he didn’t miss the way her eyes darkened at the sight.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to ruin you.”

Y/N’s words lingered in the air, their breaths the only sound breaking the stillness. The tension between them was electric, each waiting for the other to break first. Finally, Spencer did, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke.

“That’s exactly what I want you to do.”

The slight tremble in his voice and the doe-eyed look he sported were all it took for Y/N’s resolve to crumble completely.

With a low groan, her lips crashed onto his. Their mouths melded together, the small whine bubbling in Spencer’s throat encouraging her to kiss him even harder. His hands reached up to cradle her face, matching her intensity as their lips moved together.

It wasn’t what she’d expected at all.

Spencer didn’t kiss her like the shy, hesitant man from earlier. Instead, his kiss was fiery, almost desperate, as though he wanted to drown in her and never resurface. And she found herself wanting exactly the same.

Y/N’s hands wandered from his hair down his chest, letting her fingertips dip beneath the hem of his shirt as their tongues brushed together. Her nails gently dragged along the soft skin there, and she felt his erection twitch from where it was firmly pressed to her core. Spencer whimpered, breaking their kiss with a soft gasp as he looked up at her pleadingly.

“Please,” he panted, his hands reaching for her hips to pull her down into him. Y/N rolled her hips against his, moaning lowly at the friction. She repeated the action once before stopping her movements, climbing off of him despite his protests with one simple command.

"Take off your clothes, Spence."

He complied immediately, scrambling to stand and strip out of his clothes. His fingers fumbled as he worked at his tie, his focus stuck on her as she undressed before him. A frustrated groan left his lips as he finally yanked the tie off, his hands moving too slowly for his own liking.

Y/N arched a brow, chuckling at his irritated noise as she stepped out of her pants. She reached up to stop his hands, beginning to unbutton his shirt herself. "What's got you so worked up, hm? It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before," she purred, sliding her hands under the fabric and slipping it off of him.

The shirt hit the ground with a muted thump, and her eyes roamed over his newly exposed skin hungrily. Spencer whined at her teasing, letting his hands roam up and down her sides as she worked on getting his pants off.

"I could see you like this an infinite amount of times, and it would still take my breath away every time," he murmured, his hands gently squeezing her hips.

A faint pink spread across her cheeks at his words, and she lifted her face to place a soft kiss on his lips, a silent thank you. No one had ever made her feel as treasured as Spencer did. He gazed at her with a devotion that felt almost reverent, as though she were someone to be worshipped—and he longed to be the one to worship her.

Which was highly ironic, considering she was the one sinking to her knees the second his pants pooled around his ankles.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Spencer's voice raised pitch as she steadied herself with her hands on his thighs, looking down at her with wide eyes, pushing his glasses back up his nose as they threatened to slip down from the angle.

"What does it look like I'm doing, sweetheart?" Y/N murmured, leaning forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to his hip. "I want your pretty cock down my throat. You okay with that?"

The sound Spencer made was almost pained, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to figure out what to do with his hands. His mouth parted, a stutter escaping him before he finally gave in, nodding instead. His cock twitched in his boxers, aching to feel her touch.

"Words, baby. Use your words."

Y/N's lips skimmed across his navel, peppering kisses along the smattering of hair there as she waited for his response.

"God—yes! I'm okay with that," Spencer whined, his hips bucking forward instinctively from her touch. "Please... please touch me—"

Y/N couldn't deny such sweet begging. It would be downright cruel if she did.

Her fingers found the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down slowly. She kept her eyes locked on his, carefully assessing his every reaction to ensure there was no trace of doubt before proceeding. When she saw none, she swiftly yanked them down the rest of the way, letting them pool around his ankles with his pants.

Spencer gasped as the chill of her bedroom air met his warm skin, goosebumps spreading across his arms as he fought the urge to shy away from her gaze. He never thought that highly of himself in the physical aspect— all lean muscles, lanky limbs, and pale skin spattered with freckles and a few random scars. But his insecurities faded the moment he heard her breath catch, her eyes filled with admiration as they lingered on him.

"You're so beautiful, Spencer," Y/N breathed, bringing a hand up to grip him gently. "So, so beautiful."

Her mouth was on him before he could respond.

A keening sound filled the room as he watched in pure awe as she dragged her tongue up and down the length of him slowly before her lips wrapped around the flushed head of his cock, a spark of pleasure shooting up his spine as his hands flexed by his side. She sucked gently, swirling her tongue around the tip before pulling off of him to speak.

"Don't be afraid to hold onto me, sweetheart. Go ahead."

Spencer's hands immediately came up to cradle the back of her head, finding purchase as she returned to what she was doing. The sight of her on her knees and taking the length of him into her mouth had his knees almost buckling. It was something he'd dreamed about for nights on end, but now that it was actually happening, he didn't know what to do with himself.

"F-fuck—" He whimpered, his eyes squeezing shut to prevent himself from cumming right then and there.

All he'd ever experienced before was his own hand (and occasionally some desperate humping against his mattress), so the feeling of her mouth around him was otherworldly. Just when he thought it was safe to open his eyes again, Y/N smirked around her mouthful and pushed her head down to take him in completely.

"Oh—!" Spencer cried out as he hit the back of her throat, jolting and stumbling backward and falling out of her mouth with a slick 'pop'. His chest heaved as he reached down to grip himself tightly, staving off his orgasm. He didn't want to cum yet. Not this quickly.

"I-I'm sorry, it just felt too... too good—"

Y/N gently stroked his trembling thighs, pressing a kiss beneath his belly button before rising to her feet. She shushed his stammered apologies with a kiss on his forehead, caressing his face as he caught his breath. His face was flushed, both from embarrassment and arousal, and the sight was more endearing than it should have been.

"You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. Absolutely nothing," she whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before turning to crawl onto her bed. “Get up here, baby,” she crooned as she laid back against her pillows, patting the spot beside her.

Spencer almost tripped over his pants in his haste to follow after her, kicking the fabric away before he kneeled onto the mattress, smiling meekly at Y/N as she watched in amusement. "I w-want—" Spencer paused as he watched her lean forward so she could unclasp her bra, completely enraptured. "I want to taste you. Please?"

Desire coursed through her at his words, searing through her veins as she met his gaze. She loved how pretty the word please sounded falling from his kiss-swollen lips. She slipped free from her bra, tossing it to the ground before answering his pleading.

"Go ahead, baby. Take whatever you want—I want you to have it all."

Spencer swallowed hard at that, a small grin playing on his lips as he moved forward to settle between her spread legs. He kneeled between them, taking off his glasses and setting them on her nightstand before lowering himself to hover over her. He bumped his nose against hers, his grin widening as he moved to tentatively kiss along the side of her neck.

Y/N moaned at the feeling, tangling her fingers into his tousled strands. He continued, trailing his kisses down the slope of her shoulder before pausing to suck a small mark into her skin, relishing in the soft noises falling from her lips. Once he was satisfied with his mark, he brought his lips down to mouth along her breast, laving his tongue over the taut bud of her nipple.

"Spence—" she whimpered as he closed his lips around the hardened peak, suckling with a low groan that rumbled against her skin. She tugged at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. "Feels so good, sweetheart."

Spencer hummed, pulling off her breast after a moment and switching to the other to give it the same treatment. Y/N whined, arching into his touch as he began to move down her body. What he may have lacked in physical experience, he more than compensated for with knowledge.

Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't a prude. He'd read plenty of erotic novels, as well as countless books all centered around the female anatomy and how to inflict the most pleasure so that he could at least pretend to feel prepared for his first time. It seemed to be paying off, though, if the noises she made were any indication of how he was doing.

Spencer's hands came up to rest on her hips as he settled on his stomach between her thighs, hissing softly when his erection pressed into the mattress. His eyes met hers, and the clouded look in her eyes was all the encouragement he needed.

"God, you're soaked," he whispered in astonishment as his finger traced the damp spot in the front of her panties, causing a breathy chuckle to slip from her lips.

"How could I not be?"

Spencer blushed, leaning down to kiss her inner thigh before pulling the fabric down her legs. His breath hitched at the sight of her glistening pussy, fully on display for him without the barrier of their windows in his way. Any coherent thought that was swirling around in his head vanished, replaced with an urgent need to taste her. He moved without thinking as he latched his mouth onto her eagerly, groaning against her slick skin as he began to lap at her hungrily.

"Fuck! Spencer—" Y/N cried out, her grip on his hair tightening at the unexpected pleasure. Her head tipped back against her pillows as her hips writhed under his ministrations, rolling against his mouth as he devoured her.

There was little to no technique— just pure, unbridled enthusiasm. But it felt so good that she didn't care. He alternated between sucking at her clit and thrusting his tongue into her, needy moans slipping from his lips the entire time he did.

"Fingers, baby—" she gasped, biting her lower lip harshly to stifle a loud moan. "Use your fingers, too."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He pulled away from her, licking the taste of her from his lips as he brought two fingers up to her entrance. He focused his gaze on her face as he pushed them inside of her, his mouth hanging open and soft breaths panting against her skin as he began to thrust them.

"Like this?"

His tone wasn't cocky or arrogant. It was curious, like he was genuinely invested in finding out what felt the best for her. She nodded, a choked moan slipping from her lips as he grazed against that rough patch of nerves inside of her that had her hips thrashing.

Spencer watched in fascination for a moment before bringing his head back down, his eyes fluttering shut as he began to trace her clit with his tongue. His hips rocked instinctively against the bed, grinding against it in a desperate attempt to find some relief for his aching cock as he brought her closer and closer to her climax.

"Spence—" Y/N whimpered, her hands falling from his hair to grip the sheets as she clenched around his fingers. "I-I'm cumming—"

Spencer groaned against her, doubling his efforts so he could watch her fall apart on his fingers. With a soft cry, Y/N came hard, her eyes squeezing shut as she trembled underneath him. He continued his movements, pumping his fingers into her gently until she was whining and wriggling away from his touch.

Spencer watched her in awe, kneading her thighs and hips to help her come down from her high.

"C'mere," she panted after a few minutes, finally opening her eyes to look up at him as he moved to hover above her.

A proud grin made its way to Spencer's face as he obeyed, resting on his forearms as he looked down at her. The hazy look in her eyes made his heart race, knowing that he was the cause of it doing more for his ego than he cared to admit. She returned his grin, leaning up to kiss him softly and tasting herself on his tongue.

"You did so good, sweetheart. Such a good boy for me," she mumbled against his lips.

She broke the kiss to press on his shoulders, rolling them over so she straddled him once more. A lazy smirk adorned her lips as he looked up at her, his pupils so dilated that the soft brown of his eyes was indiscernible. She began to rock her hips against his aching cock, a sigh slipping from her lips as her folds dragged over him.

Spencer moaned lowly at the friction, bringing his hands up to palm at her ass as she continued her movements. His fingers dug into her flesh as she spoke, but he didn't hear a single word she said as he kept his gaze locked on where her pussy was gliding along his length.

"Hey," Y/N cooed, patting his cheek gently to guide his eyes back to hers. "Eyes on me, sweetheart."

Spencer whined, his hips bucking underneath hers in an attempt to bring back the delicious friction that had been taken away when she lifted her hips. "I-I'm sorry. I wasn't listening," Spencer mumbled sheepishly, his face flushed as he held her gaze.

Y/N chuckled, tutting in mock disappointment as she gripped his chin. "I know you weren't," she muttered with an arched brow before continuing. "I was asking if you wanted to use a condom or not. I'm clean and—"

"No condom!"

Y/N jumped, startled. The urgency in his voice sent a wave of warmth through her as she eyed him in amusement, enjoying the bashful look that immediately appeared on his face after his exclamation. Spencer cleared his throat, attempting to regain some of his dignity.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to borderline shout that," Spencer said softly, his voice cracking slightly. "I just— I want to feel you, please. Without a condom in the way, preferably."

The grin that spread across her face could only be described as salacious as she nodded, cradling his face before leaning in for a tender kiss.

"No condom it is, then."

Y/N shifted up onto her knees, reaching between them to align him with her entrance before pausing when he spoke up.

"I— um... C-can I be on top of you instead?" he whispered, looking up at her with nervous eyes.

Her gaze softened at the sight, and she nodded immediately. "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want, remember?" She murmured with a fond smile, rolling off of him to lay back against the pillows.

Spencer thanked her quietly, moving to hover above her once more. His body trembled as he propped up on one arm, reaching down to line himself up with her once more. She cradled his face, stroking her thumb along his cheekbone reassuringly. He took a deep breath to steady himself before pushing forward, sinking into her.

The feeling of her tight walls wrapping around him had him keening while she moaned just as loudly in return, dropping his head into the crook of her neck as he sucked in desperate, shaky breaths. He'd never experienced pleasure so overwhelming before. He was honestly convinced he'd died right there in her arms, pressing sloppy kisses to her skin just to prove to himself that he was, in fact, still alive.

"God— feels so good," he began to babble, moaning softly as he pulled his hips back slightly before thrusting forward again. "So tight... so wet— fuck!"

Y/N dug her nails into his shoulders, whimpering as he thrusted into her again, this time a little harder. "That's it, Spence," she panted, encouraging him to begin really moving. "You feel so good, baby. So fucking deep."

Spencer's hips jerked at that, his head dropping back into the crook of her neck as he began to drive into her in short, jagged thrusts. Moans slipped freely from his lips, mingling with hers as their bodies moved in tandem.

It didn't take long before the familiar tightening in his stomach came back, but he was too lost in the pleasure to stop. The feeling of Y/N around him was addictive. He seeked solace in her walls, rutting into her like a man possessed now as he sang her his praises against her skin. His hips stuttered as he lifted his head up, crashing his lips onto hers in a messy kiss as his hips pounded against hers even harder.

"Gonna— cum, fuck, I'm cumming—"

Spencer cried out against her lips, burying himself as deep inside of her as he could before filling her with rope after rope of his release. A pitiful noise fell from his lips as he broke the kiss, his eyes wide as he gawked down at her. His hips stopped moving, but before he could speak, Y/N was looping her arms around his neck and pulling him down.

“Did I say you could stop fucking me, Spencer?” Y/N’s voice was taunting in his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him in place.

Spencer’s brows pinched together as confusion washed over him, and his arms trembled as he struggled to remain hovering above her. His cock twitched inside of her as she canted her hips up, causing him to hiss softly from the overstimulation. His lower lip wobbled as he stared at her with a half-dazed, half-pleading look.

"W-what?"

“You greedy boy,” Y/N purred as she rolled her hips again. She smirked at the whimper he let out before tilting her head to skim her lips across his. “Don’t you want to feel me cum on your cock? Hm?”

Spencer shuddered at her words, chasing helplessly after her lips. He whined petulantly when she tilted her head, keeping him from succeeding in getting his kiss.

“I do,” Spencer whimpered, nodding fervently. “I wanna feel it so bad,” he groaned, his words beginning to slur from the pleasure coursing through him from head to toe.

“Then keep fucking me, sweetheart.”

A determined look crossed over his face, his brows knitting together as he shifted up onto his knees and pulled her hips up before thrusting forward. The change in angles had her crying out as he brushed against her sweet spot, and he grunted as he began to rock into her slowly, pushing past the sweet sting of overstimulation. He tightened his grip on her hip with one hand while his other moved to where they were connected, rubbing small, sloppy circles against her clit as he began moving with a purpose.

“Mm—“ Y/N groaned out, her eyes threatening to close as she struggled to keep them focused on his face. “Just like that, Spence. Ah—!“

The sound of his hips snapping against hers paired with the slick, crude sound of him fucking his cum back into her had his head lolling back, a guttural moan rumbling in his throat.

His hips were relentless, chasing her pleasure more so than his own now. It was messy and borderline feral—their mixed arousal coated his pelvis and her thighs and one of the corners of the sheets had come up from Y/N yanking at them. But neither of them could find it in themselves to care.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” Spencer begged, shifting her legs up onto his shoulders and clinging to her thighs as he drove into her. “Please—wanna feel you cum on my cock… I need it—“

The sound of his pleading hurled her over the edge. Y/N’s nails nearly tore through the sheets as her eyes squeezed shut, cry after cry of his name falling from her open mouth as she came around him. Her body trembled from the force of her orgasm, her walls clenching so tightly around him that it triggered his second climax unexpectedly.

“Oh my God— oh— fuck!” Spencer wailed, devolving into a series of whimpers as he spilled everything he had into her.

After a moment of ragged breathing, he turned to press a kiss to her ankle before easing her limp legs off of his shoulders and to the bed. Y/N stroked his hair with shaky hands as he crumpled over on top of her, their bodies warm and damp with sweat. Their chests were heaving as they struggled to catch their breath, with Y/N whispering into his hair how good he did and how perfect he’d made her feel.

They stayed curled up for a while, but eventually, the stickiness became too much to ignore. They both stumbled into her bathroom—both for a quick shower and for Y/N to pee to avoid a UTI. After changing the sheets, they returned to her bed, and Y/N turned away to switch off the lamp, leaving them wrapped in the peaceful darkness.

“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?” Spencer asked, a shy grin on his face as she turned back to him, snuggling into his embrace as he pulled her closer.

Y/N huffed out a soft, sleepy laugh, nodding against him. “If you want me to be, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion as her eyelids fluttered shut.

“Of course I want you to,” Spencer replied, his words followed by a small yawn as sleep started to take hold of him too.

“Looks like it’s official then. I’m your girlfriend, you’re my boyfriend. Now, get some rest, my sweet boy.”

It wasn’t until the following evening, after a full day spent with Y/N on their first official date—a trip to the museum and lunch at his favorite restaurant—that he noticed something tucked into his pocket. A giddy grin spread across Spencer’s face as he unfolded the lacy pink panties, a small note tucked inside that read: For you to take on your next case. ;) xoxo - Y/N.

Spencer glanced down at the fabric in his hands, a soft chuckle escaping him as he silently thanked whatever force had made her the one to fill the vacant apartment across from his.

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thronesaccido · 2 months ago

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Play Fighting

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!reader T/W: hurt/comfort, angst word count: 2.1k A/N: feels like an eternity (it was) so here's an early Christmas present to all of you.

The night had started quietly, the kind of stillness that settled naturally between them. You were curled up on the couch, legs tucked under yourself, scrolling through your phone while Simon sat nearby, sharpening a blade. The metallic sound of the whetstone filled the rom, steady and methodical.

“You know..” You started, breaking the silence, “for someone who spends so much time sharpening knives, you’d think you’d be better at cutting fruit.”

Simon didn’t even look up “Not my job”

“You literally sliced though an apple like it was a brick the other day,” you continued, smirking. “it was painful to watch.”

“wasn’t meant to look pretty. its functional,” he replied, the corners of his eyes crinkling faintly beneath his balaclava. “Bit like me, really”

“Uh-huh. Functional” you echoed “Except when you try to cook. Then its just tragic.”

He snorted, finally glancing over at you. “You want tragic? How about that time you tried to explain to me how GPS works?”

Your mouth fell open, mock-offended. “I was simplifying it for you! i know what triangulation is!” (lmfao no you didn't)

“Sure you do,” Simon muttered, voice low and gravelly.

You grabbed a pillow of the couch, sitting up straighter. “Say that again Lieutenant”

He leaned back, clearly unbothered. “i said—”

The pillow hit him square in the face before he could finish, and for a moment, the room was silent except for the soft thump as the pillow hit the ground.

Simon slowly straightened, his head tilting just slightly as he regarded you “Oh. You’re dead now love”

“Oh, no,” You said, already sliding off the couch, her grin widening. “You don’t scare me, Lieutenant.”

Simon stood slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. He reached for one of the couch cushions, hefting it in one hand. “I’m giving you a head start, love. Better take it.”

You squealed and darted toward the kitchen, your laughter echoing through the apartment. “You’re too slow, old man!”

“Old man?” he repeated, his voice trailing after her like a threat.

You turned to stick your tongue out, but Simon was faster than you expected, closing the distance between you in just a few strides. you yelped and grabbed a dishtowel off the counter, flicking it at him before taking off again.

“You’re really making this a thing?” he called after you, his voice edged with amusement.

“Oh, it’s already a thing!” you shot back, ducking into the living room.

Your heart raced as you darted around the couch, narrowly dodging his outstretched arm. You were laughing so hard you could barely think straight, and when Simon lunged again, you shrieked and tried to pivot - but his arm caught you around the waist, pulling you back.

“You’re done for now,” he murmured in your ear, his voice low and teasing as he hauled you onto the couch.

“Not a chance!” you gasped, twisting under him.

“Keep struggling. Makes this more fun,” Simon teased, pinning your hands above your head.

You squirm beneath him, laughing breathlessly, your wrists pinned tightly above your head by his hands. “You think this is enough to hold me down?” you tease, your voice light, testing him like you always do.

Simon smirks, leaning his weight forward just enough to keep you trapped. “It’s more than enough,” he says, his voice low, a touch of challenge in his tone.

You wriggle harder, laughing again, though the first seed of unease stirs faintly in your chest. His grip doesn’t loosen, not even slightly. “I’m not giving up, you know,” you say, still playful, though you tug harder now, testing the strength of his hold.

“Don’t have to,” he murmurs, calm and certain. “You’ve already lost.”

It’s supposed to be a game, like it always is. But this time, his weight feels different—heavier, immovable. You shift your hips, trying to create some space, but he doesn’t budge. His strength is startling, his body unyielding in a way that sends a faint shiver through you. You twist your wrists again, more deliberately this time. Nothing.

Your smile fades. “Alright,” you say, your voice firm but still light, not wanting to ruin the moment. “You win. Let me up.”

Simon tilts his head, his smirk deepening. “Not until you tap out properly.”

“I am tapping out,” you insist, tugging harder, your breath hitching slightly. “Simon, let me up.”

But he doesn’t move. His hands remain locked around your wrists, his weight pressing down on your chest. The faint unease grows sharper, colder. You twist again, harder, panic bubbling up now. “Simon,” you say, your voice louder, strained. “I’m serious. Get off.”

He doesn’t respond immediately. The playful glint in his eyes remains, but it feels detached, distant, as though he’s not hearing you. You buck your hips sharply, trying to shift him, but it’s like trying to move a wall. His body doesn’t yield.

“Simon!” you gasp, your voice breaking. The fear that had been creeping at the edges of your mind crashes into you full force. Your chest tightens as you realize you can’t draw in a full breath. “Get off me—I can’t breathe!”

His smirk falters, confusion flashing briefly across his face. “What’s that?” he asks, like he doesn’t quite believe you.

Your lungs burn, your chest heaving uselessly as you press both hands against his chest, shoving with all your strength. “I can’t breathe!” you choke, tears springing to your eyes as panic claws at your throat. “Please, Simon—get off!”

But his weight is relentless, his strength overwhelming. You thrash beneath him, twisting your wrists, clawing at his hands, kicking out with your legs—anything to get free. Your vision starts to blur, your body screaming for oxygen as your heart pounds against your ribs. It’s hopeless. He’s too strong, too big, and you can’t move him. The world around you narrows, and for a terrifying moment, you think he won’t stop.

Then suddenly, the weight disappears. but your lungs still don’t work right. Air scrapes through your throat, harsh and unsteady, as you sit up too fast, clutching at the edge of the couch to steady yourself. The room tilts, your vision swimming with faint, dark spots at the edges.

Simon rolls off you so quickly it’s as if he’s been burned. He scrambles back, his breathing sharp and uneven.

For a moment, all you can do is breathe—ragged, desperate gulps of air that burn as they fill your lungs. Your hands tremble uncontrollably as you press them against your knees, grounding yourself, willing the panic to ebb. But it doesn’t.

Your mind races, frantic and scattered, replaying the last few seconds in painful, vivid detail. The crushing weight. The way your voice broke when you begged him to stop. The helplessness—God, the helplessness—of knowing you couldn’t move him, couldn’t make him hear you.

You never thought Simon could hurt you. It was an idea so absurd it hadn’t even crossed your mind before tonight. Simon was your protector, your anchor. He was the man who held you when nightmares clawed at your sleep, who stood between you and the world when it felt too heavy to bear. He was safety. Always safety.

But tonight, he hadn’t been. Tonight, his strength had terrified you. And for the first time, you’d felt just how small you were compared to him—how utterly powerless.

“Love.” His voice cuts through the haze, raw and thick with something you don’t immediately recognize. Guilt. “Shit. I—are you—” He can’t even finish the sentence, his words breaking as he reaches a hand toward you. But you pull away sharply, flinching before you can stop yourself.

“I’m fine,” you croak, though the words barely sound like your own. They’re hollow, rasping, a poor imitation of reassurance. You stumble to your feet, your legs trembling beneath you, the ground tilting again as your knees threaten to give way.

“Wait—please, wait,” Simon says quickly, his voice frantic now, laced with panic. He moves to follow you, his hand reaching for yours, but you recoil again.

“Just—don’t,” you manage, your voice cracking. “Give me a minute.”

You don’t look at him as you leave, but you hear the sharp intake of his breath, the low curse he mutters under his breath as you shut the bathroom door behind you.

Inside the bathroom, the small space feels stifling, the air thick and heavy despite the fact that you’re finally able to breathe again. You press your back against the door, your chest still heaving, as the reflection in the mirror catches your eye.

You hardly recognize yourself. Your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes wide, still glassy with unshed tears. Red-rimmed and raw, like they’ve seen something they shouldn’t have. Your trembling fingers reach for the sink, gripping the edge so tightly as though the solidity of the porcelain can anchor you.

He didn’t mean it. You repeat the thought over and over in your head, trying to make it stick. He didn’t mean it. It wasn’t his fault. Simon would never hurt you—never.

But the memory doesn’t care. It keeps replaying, a merciless loop: the way he’d held you down, his weight crushing the air from your lungs, his smirk lingering while you struggled. He hadn’t seen it—hadn’t seen you. The way you’d fought. The way you’d begged.

The helplessness rises again, thick and choking, like a wave crashing over you. For those few terrifying moments, you hadn’t been his wife. You hadn’t been you. You’d been nothing. Just small, trapped, and utterly powerless.

It wasn’t his fault. You cling to the thought like a lifeline. He didn’t realize. He didn’t know. But that doesn’t make it easier to forget how it felt.

When you finally gather the courage to leave the bathroom, your legs are steadier, but your chest still aches with every breath. You step into the living room slowly, your movements deliberate, and see Simon sitting on the couch.

His elbows rest on his knees, his head bowed low, his broad shoulders hunched. His hands are curled into fists, pressed tightly against his thighs, his knuckles white from the pressure. The moment you step closer, he lifts his head, and the look on his face hits you harder than anything else tonight.

It’s guilt. Bone-deep, agonizing guilt. His eyes are wide, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscle twitches, and there’s a hollowness in his expression that twists something in your chest.

“Love,” he says, his voice rough, breaking around your name. “I didn’t—” He cuts himself off, his head dropping again as he drags a hand over his face. “Fuck. I didn’t realize. I wasn’t—I didn’t know.”

His words spill out in broken fragments, a sharp contrast to the Simon you know. There’s no confidence in his voice now, no calm certainty. Only raw, desperate regret.

I didn’t mean to,” he says, his voice cracking. “I thought—I thought you were still—” He stops again, exhaling shakily, his fists tightening. “I should’ve seen it. I should’ve stopped.”

You sit down beside him, leaving a small space between you, your hands resting on your knees as you try to find the right words. He looks at you, and the pain in his eyes makes your chest ache.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he says again, softer now. His voice trembles, but his gaze never leaves yours. “You know that, right? Love, I’d never—”

“I know,” you say quickly, your voice gentle but unsteady. “I know you didn’t mean to. But…” You hesitate, the words catching in your throat. “You scared me.”

He flinches, the words striking him like a blow. “I scared you,” he repeats, his tone low and hollow, as though he can’t believe what he’s saying. “God, Love, I didn’t—” He cuts himself off again, his hands trembling slightly now.

Simon drops his head into his hands, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his guilt. “I didn’t notice,” he mutters, his voice thick. “I should’ve. You were laughing—I thought you were still—I thought—” His voice breaks, and he exhales sharply, shaking his head.

Reaching out hesitantly, you place a hand on his arm. “You didn’t mean to hurt me,” you say softly, your voice cracking with the effort. “But it happened anyway. That’s what scared me, Simon.”

He turns to you, his eyes dark and full of anguish. “I’ll never let that happen again,” he says, his voice trembling but firm. “Never.”

You nod slowly, the beginnings of a tentative smile tugging at your lips. “Good,” you say, leaning against him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “Because I like you too much to let you break me, Simon Riley.”

He lets out a weak, humourless chuckle, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. His grip is strong, but this time it feels safe. Protective. And though neither of you speak, his silent promise is clear: he’ll never let it happen again.

A/N: honestly this shouldn't have taken as long as it did to write lol i was in such a slump. please leave a comment if you enjoyed i wanna be more active in this community and that would help me do that. either way if your reading this then you made it to the end of the story lol. thank you.

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blue-jisungs · 7 months ago

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hiii I love your work and I was wondering if you could write a friends to lovers/academic rivals to lovers for nct wish?

f2l/academic rivals to lovers + when they fell for you ♡

# author's note … that’s such a long ass title i’m crying LMAO prolly the longest one i’ve written BUT i decided to combine the two reqs i got bc they just seemed to fit right, yknow? so thank you anon for rqing n i hope you don’t mind i merged it w a diff one ~~

# warnings ... wearing and threatening to punch someone (jaehee), sion's is longer than others lmfao sorry <//3 its a bit ... not detailed? i didnt wanna turn it into a mf essay so sorry if some bits seem chopped!

┆彡 SION [ 시온 ]

sion was a friend of a friend with whom you just clicked right away. you two became inseparable, the boy’s clinginess just triggering whenever he was with you. and while you loved hanging out with him, lately you noticed a slight change in his behavior. like, for example, pulling you closer whenever a guy looks at you.

sure, it was normal for him to hang his arm around your neck when you were walking or standing next to each other. or to hold your arm. but every now and then, his hand would interlock with yours only replying with “what? friends do that all the time” when you shoot him a puzzled look.

your other friends pointed it out to you. because at first, you just thought he’s being protective. giving you his jacket when you were cold or wearing shorts. holding your hand. sometimes even resting his hand on the small of your back (which gave you butterflies, weird). cuddling or hugging. but apparently, it was jealousy.

you started noticing it too. whenever you wanted to ask someone for something, he’d do it. his large hands were always on you in some way, eyes as well. he was acting like your boyfriend.

“sion, do you see that guy?” you asked once, deciding to call him out. his brows furrowed instantly, looking. “the one with a cute smile… and a red hoodie. yeah, that one”

“mhm. what about him? was he bothering you?” is he acting weird?” he asked, sending the guy a cold look.

“no. i think he’s cute. but i’m too shy to go ask him for his number… could you do that for me?” you asked sweetly. sion’s fist tightened but he stood up without a word and approached the guy. you observed the faces, a mix of anger and shock visible. when sion came back, his hand landed on your waist with a satisfying smirk. you asked how that went but he said the guy was uninterested.

after a while, when sion went to the bathroom, you decided to approach the guy and ask him what sion said.

“he said you’re taken by him. like, you’re his girlfriend. so i should stop staring” he explained and walked away.

sion came back from the bathroom and saw you, arms crossed and a frown on your face.

“sion, why do you keep acting like you’re my boyfriend? i’ll let the hand holding slide, hell, even the cuddling. but telling people we’re a couple? how many times have you done this? why… why are you doing that?” you asked it right away, too angry too hold it in. his smile dropped, heart speeding up.

“i… i like you, okay? i was too anxious to get rejected and… i don’t know, i was too jealous. i didn’t even want to think that someone else might be interested in you” he explained, whining.

“you like me?” you blinked. right. it all made sense. it wasn't platonic jealousy.

“yeah, i did ever since yush brought you over that one game night!” sion grunted and sat down next to you, grabbing your hand “sorry i did that, i just so angry and… it’s the first time. and last time. i promise. i’ll… i’ll stop seeing you if you’re uncomfortable…”

“sion. i’ll be honest, i’m… i never really thought about you in that way” you said and saw how his breath hitched, so you quickly corrected yourself “but i can give it a try. i like the way you hold me and how much fun we have together. we can give it a try. you can tell people now”

“wh… what?” his eyes widened and you nodded.

“but please, let’s take it slow–” you started

“can i kiss you? he cut in. if he was a puppy, his tail would be swinging like crazy. you broke into a smile and nodded. sion wasted no time and kissed you as if the world was ending in 10 minutes.

┆彡 RIKU [ 前田陸 ]

on the first day of high school riku sat next to you. and it just stayed like that. you didn’t really talk much for the first two years, just occasionally asking questions. but in later years, you started noticing his stuff is all… decorated with sanrio stickers. once you commented it’s cute and his cheeks just burned with a red shade as he stuttered that it’s his sister’s doings. suddenly you whipped out a chococat sticker and put it on his pencil case. he just grinned. slowly, you started decorating his stuff too. you got closer and started doodling with him during the classes, gossiping and chatting. somehow you didn’t get scolded, able to know when to stop. riku became more than a seatmate and definitely more than a friend, which hit you hard when once he didn’t come to school because he was sick. the day he got back you hugged him and sat down, the lesson starting. you wrote down in his textbook, with a pink pen, and started a conversation.

“riku i need to tell you something”

“you missed me”

“no”

“then don’t tell me :D”

“i will anyways :D”

you hesitated and sent him a shy look, covering your face with your hand. then, you wrote down with a shaky and sweaty palm.

“i like you, more than a friend”

riku dropped his pen - the sound echoing in a quiet classroom. and when he rose his head up from picking it up, his head banged against the desk. a loud bang was followed by a whine and you leaned in to wrap your hands around his head while holding back a laugh.

he looked up, teary eyed, and snuggled into your touch. then he grabbed the pen and messily wrote down.

“i like you too”

he felt your breath stop and added

“why do you think i decided to sit next to you on the first day?”

┆彡 YUSHI [ 得能勇志 ]

tokuno yushi… the name rang in your ears as you stepped into the room. you were doing competitive dancing for a while now and you were definitely the most female member of your group. yushi, however, was the most famous male member. the workshop that held the classes you were attending decided to hold a competition, the winner’s prize being a scholarship to a professional dance school.

the competition was for both genders, so you were aware to stumble against yushi somewhere. hell, you knew he’d be in finals too. you never met him personally but you acknowledged each other. which is why, when he’s performing now, you’re getting worried. he’s really fucking good.

once he came off stage, he sent you a smirk.

“good luck. don’t trip” he hummed and nudged your shoulder slightly when passing you. with a huff, you walked away. what an asshole.

after your performance, it was time to wait for the judges to make a decision. you sat in the hallway in front of yushi. he looked up, smug smile on his lips.

“listen, don’t feel sad if you don’t win. i gave all my best, there’s no way of topping that” yushi hummed.

“yeah? who asked” you grunted and saw a flash of offense on his face. the judges called you in. just the two of you, not even the other person.

“we have a dilemma, really. both of you are extremely good. but we only can offer one scholarship majoring in solo competitive dance” the judge said “however, we have an idea. either you both agree on being placed in second place and win $100…”

you peeked and yushi who just rolled his eyes.

“...or you two agree to do a duo dance and we can make a deal with the dance school”

a moment passed by before you realized the judges were waiting for your answers.

“i… i’m fine with that” you hummed. the scholarship was your dream, you won't let some random-angry for no reason-boy jeopardize your chance. yushi’s eyes widened but he nodded.

“me too.”

“we’re set them. you have three weeks to choose and practice a choreography”

with that, you left the room. you exchanged looks with yushi. suddenly, he pulled out his phone and handed it to you.

“type your number, we’ll discuss it over texts. i don’t feel like talking to you right now” he grunted, looking away.

“rude” you scoffed and did that anyway. he left without saying goodbye.

since you wanted to use all of the time you had for practice, you met the next day with a set song.

even though yushi didn’t like you, his heart fluttered when you first started practicing the dance. your hands were so soft and gently with him, he never witnessed that before. having you up close, hand resting on your waist… made his stomach swirl with butterflies. he didn’t know what was happening and he wasn't sure if he liked it - but he knew that by the end of the three week practice period, you’ll be his.

┆彡 JAEHEE [ 재희 ]

“the fuck you mean you’re leaving?” your voice broke, arms crossed on your chest and clawing into your skin.

daeyoung sighed, looking down. he couldn’t handle the look you were giving him. the look of someone he loved ever since childhood. the look of someone who just heard that their best friend is leaving them. to pursue his dreams.

“i’m sorry but i, i don’t know. it’s just so sudden, i didn’t even know they want me there now, well… in a week” he mumbled, heart doing somersaults in his chest.

he’s going to seoul to pursue his trainee dream. to achieve success and do something he’s passionate about. his plan was to ask you out and then apply but… he got too lost in the moment and applied earlier… passed auditions… without confessing yet.

“you can’t leave me, hee” you broke down, quickly wiping your tears. daeyoung finally looked up - and that was a mistake. he always hated to see you cry but… for the first time he was the one who made you cry.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i just… i…” he didn’t even know what to say “i need to tell you before i leave, y/n”

you shook your head, turning around. you didn’t want to look at him right now–

“i love you. i always did. and i should’ve done it sooner, i should’ve confessed before but i didn’t have the courage and now… now i don’t have anything to lose” daeyoung mumbled and tears blurred his visions as well. you looked at him through your shoulder, quiet “y/n… please…”

you just walked up and looked him in the eye, biting on your lip. million thoughts were racing in your head.

“please say something… anything, please” he begged, chest rising up and down irregularly in panic.

“i wanna fucking punch you right now” you grunted and suddenly captured his lips in a sweet kiss. daeyoung was taken aback, not sure how to respond. the feeling of your plush lips knocked air out of his lungs, he didn’t know what to do - not like he knew in the first place, not having been kissed before.

you leaned away and buried your head in his chest.

“it’s okay. we’ll think of something. i’ll go with you” you mumbled. and daeyoung took that as a quiet ‘i love you too’. even though he loved you since forever, this moment made him fall even more.

┆彡 RYO [ 廣瀬遼 ]

neither of you know how it happened. ever since middle school ryo and you were rivals in terms of academic successes. in every subject, since little kids, you were bragging who’s better and who got a better grade. you were quite peaceful during classes doing your thing but during the breaks, you’d start comparing your scores. if one failed a bit, the other would laugh. if one succeeded, the other would roll their eyes and leave. pure rivalry, no feeling attached. ryo thought you were smart, though. he didn’t hate you (even though he acted as if you were his archnemesis), he even quite liked you. you were witty and funny, pretty too. but he always scratched it off, too distracted by a fact that you both won the first place in competitions - resulting in sharing prizes and posing to pictures together, faking smiles.

once you were paired to do a project on your school, a presentation. because every teacher knew you and decided to pick you out as school representatives. and as much as you hated that, you had to invite him over to work on it.

which is why ryo was currently spinning on your chair and looking at all the posters in your room. it was quite nice too see what you’re passionate about and what kind of music do you like.

“can you like, focus? i really don’t wanna do this either” you grunted and despite your mean tone, you handed him a bowl of fruit.

his heart melted at the gesture and he accepted it, popping a grape into his mouth.

“then stop trying so hard. your grades will drop and they’ll give me a new partner” he snickered and watched you turn on powerpoint.

“yeah, you wish. you’d miss me too much, smartypants” you teased and focused on your laptop screen. ryo halted his moves, barely chewing on the grape.

you were right.

he wouldn’t like anyone to replace you. he liked that. he liked the rivalry, the snickering, the teasing.

he liked you.

“are you done eating, hirose? chop chop” you sighed and patted the spot next to you.

with a goofy smile that left you puzzled, he joined you. you don’t have to know about this now, he’ll tease you for a bit longer.

┆彡 SAKUYA [ 藤永咲哉 ]

he’s your rival - not necessarily an academic one, though. it all started when you joined the baking club he was in and everyone started swooning over your baked goods. like, hello?! he’s right here?! it turned into rivalry once he started decorating his sweets extra fancy. you did too. the members of your club just giggle, always eager to try both of your products. glaring daggers your day, sakuya was once shocked when you approached him.

“it’s not like i’m curious or whatever… can i try your bread?” you asked, pointing at the pink sourdough bread with sakura shaped cracks. he only nodded, taken aback too deeply to respond. it was the first time you tasted something. after you did, you just muttered a quiet ‘it’s really good’

after that, you two started slowly bonding over your food. form time to time you’d share recipes and over time, sakuya asked you to come to his place and bake together.

it was a bit chaotic, despite both of you being good bakers. flour and sugar everywhere, the countertop sticky with honey. sakuya was looking at you softly, observing how you’re decorating the cupcakes with whipped cream.

“sprinkles, please” you reached your hand out and met his gaze on you “what?”

“nothing, um” he cleared his throat and gave you the pink sparkles. the moment your hands met, sakuya’s cheeks blushed.

he realized that watching you in your element, baking and enjoying yourself… was something he could see forever. how pretty you looked and how…

“am i dirty? you keep staring, saku” you grunted, raising your brow. there was i see a bit of whipped cream on your lips.

“there’s a little bit…” he whispered and gently wiped the cream with his thumb, his ebony eyes not leaving your lips. his breath hitched, blinking slowly. “can i kiss you…?”

you nodded and allowed him to lean closer. he was shy, almost unsure. so you kissed him back, showing that you’re into that. sakuya smiled into the kiss and leaned away, cheeks flaring. you tasted sweeter than any cupcake he’s ever baked and he wouldn’t mind kissing you everyday.

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HII!! CAN U DO A PAVITR PRABHAKAR X READER WHERE THEY SHARE THEIR FIRST KISS (OR READERS FIRST KISS, WHATEVER YOU WANT!!!) AKISISSJSJ IDK WHAT TO REQUEST CAUSE ITS MY FIRST REQUEST LMFAO - 🧑🏽‍🔧

I hope this wasn’t absolute arse as I started like some of this late in the night so there are probs inconsistencies.

‘It’s so obvious that they like each other but due to their assumptions that the other will reject them, they look for the same love in other people, only to be drawn back together because there’s no one who could love them quite like them.’ Pavitr said from your side as you both were indulging in some much needed free time by catching up on episodes of a recent show that you’ve missed. It was a great way to pass the time when nothing else of interest seemed to entice you, plus it was made even better when you got to spend it with Pavitr and his commentary regarding the love interests that you’ve grown to find endearing overtime.

‘We’ve seen this trope happen so many times in the other shows we’ve watched before this.’ You replied, looking over at him, knowing wholeheartedly that you’ve just provoked the preverbal bear, but that didn’t matter as to hear Pavitr speak passionately about something he felt so deeply made you admire him in ways you didn’t know you could.

‘It’s a fail proof formula that wins out every time!’ Pavitr exclaims before sighing dreamily as his mind began to wander amidst his many thoughts, ‘besides who doesn’t want to experience a love like that? a love that your willing to go through trial and tribulation for because you could never truly give your heart to someone else when they had their name carved into the very essence of your being by just smiling, by just being unapologetically them in all their flaws.’ Pavitr stopped midway through his speech to smile softly to himself when imagines of you popped in the forefront of his mind, it made him feel nostalgic and in a way it made him miss your presence despite you being right next to him.

Pavitr was a romantic at heart and so too did he naturally speak from it also, but due to the fact that you were just really good friends made him a little hesitant in pursuing you under the pretences that you didn’t feel the same way that he had for while now. Pavitr knew he couldn’t control his heart the moment it began picking up it’s pace within your presence, only to gradually pick up even more with the slightest things you did that he adored or moved in closer proximity to him to the point he thought he was going to pass out; fortunately for Pavitr he didn’t, sitting on elevated structures was dangerous enough but sitting on elevated structures whilst on the verge of potentially passing out wouldn’t have made for a great combination.

Despite experiencing the universal fear of rejection, it never truly stopped Pavitr from being close to you as humanly possible. After all you’re his best friend first and he’d be damned to let his romantic attachment and his fear create a rift between you two, which is why the now tradition of binge watching dramas was created for it gave him the opportunity to spend time with you; being Spider-man was amazing in and of it’s own but what wasn’t amazing was the fact that he wasn’t given as much time with you as he wanted, Mumbattan needed it’s hero but he, Pavitr Prabhakar, not Spider-Man, needed you more.

‘It’s a love many people desire but don’t have willpower to go through with as it tends to possess the ability to overwhelm them and become suffocating but it shouldn’t be that way when you’re in love.’ He explained and you listened intently to every word that fell from his lips that you’ve been transfixed on for the majority of his speech. ‘Love is an all encompassing force that can make you feel a multitude of emotions but you know when a love is right when they make you feel as though you can do anything, be anything, become anything with unbiased judgment. Real love is accepting that they are human and are bound by mistakes, real love is being the others hero but most of all real love is just two souls growing a deeper affection for humanity’s inner beauty.’ He finished, looking at you with a smile.

‘That was beautiful Pavitr.’ You tell him, ‘I know your a sucker for romance but that was especially impassioned,’ you nudged his arm in an act of playful banter despite hearing the sound of your heart breaking over having lost the boy you liked who wasn’t yours to have feelings for because like he said you could never truly give your heart to someone else when they had their name carved into the very essence of your being. ‘So…who’s the lucky person that’s made your heart sing like a canary?’ You mentally applauded yourself for being able to made it through that entire sentence without cracking from under the inevitable heartbreak you were about to experience.

Pavitr, ever the opportunist, saw the chance to admit his hearts deepest desire, sure the setting could’ve been a little better that what he had in mind but Pavitr was willing to work with whatever he was given to his advantage. So he grabbed ahold of your hands and given them a tight, comforting squeeze as he made sure to keep eye contact with you when he said his next words over the sound of his racing heart; ‘it’s you, you taught me how beautifully terrifying love can be when in the face of rejection but once upon a time you told me that it’s better to have tried then to have never have tried at all.’ You did in fact remember telling him that when he once asked you what he should do if he ever developed a crush and wanted to ask them out, which at the time only slightly stung in comparison to the overwhelmingly excruciating pain of self deprivation along with ever other human emotion attacking your sense.

Despite the verbal confirmation, you still were in a state of doubt and insecurity that it made it hard for you to believe the reality of his words no matter how hard your heart was telling you to. ‘Why me though? I’m not that special.’ Is your response and the way Pavitr’s face seemed to drop only made your fears all the more real, here he was bearing his heart out to you in a way that you could’ve only conjured up in your dreams and yet you still had to find some way to ruin it by doubting his genuine feelings. ‘Not that special?’ Pavitr repeated, his upset becoming more evident but it wasn’t in due to you but more so towards the fact that you didn’t hold yourself to the same standard that he did; which was pretty damn high. ‘Not that special?’ He repeats again, ‘you’re more then special! To me, you’re the reason the stars are hung in the sky, you’re the reason flowers bloom, birds sing in the morning and why I awake with a smile upon my face and fresh breath in my lungs. To me you’re the reason for my happiness, for my hope for the future and for my beating heart that quickens upon seeing you.’

Pavitr then went onto prove this point by pulling one of your hands that he has in his grasp towards his chest where you could feel it’s quickened pace branch your fingertips. ‘See?’ He tells you, keeping your hand against his chest, ‘that’s because of you and you still don’t think you’re special when your everything I could ever think about? I miss you when your not here but miss you even more when you are because we’re not as close as I’d like us to be but that’s not something I wish to put upon you if it’s not what your heart desires.’ He finished and you couldn’t help but start to tear up, from his impassioned speech to his unwavering acceptance to the possibility of you not feeling the same, only further proved to you how much of a beautiful soul Pavitr Prabhakar was and how fucking lucky you were to be able to know him as deeply as you did.

There was so much going off inside your head that the only response that you could come up with was; ‘Just kiss me already.’ And within a matter of seconds Pavitr had both hands cupping your cheeks as he leant in and pressed his lips firmly against yours, which had you both smiling giddily at the warmth spreading throughout your body as your lips continued to press and weave against one another in such sweet tandem; that at some points you almost forgot to pull apart for air but when you did remind yourselves that you had lungs that were in desperate need of oxygen. You didn’t dare stray too far from one another as Pavitr pressed his forehead against yours, eyes stilled closed and a dopey, lovey smile gracing his lips.

‘I don’t think I’ll be able to top your confession speech but I hope something as simple as this is enough because I like you too Pavitr Prabhakar.’ You whispered against his lips, ‘I like you a lot that when you’d talk about your crush it’d hurt but now knowing what I do now, the brief moment of pain I felt pales in comparison to the light, warm, comforting sensations I get when I’m only with you. For it was all worth this very moment.’ You finished before stealing a cheeky peck from his lips; causing him to whine when you pulled back. ‘No, give me a proper kiss.’ You chuckled but obliged to his requested and gave him a proper kiss to the lips, though this time Pavitr’s hands moved to your waist and your hands took to cupping his cheeks and soon you were back to feeling that lighthearted and warmth place.

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tell your boyfriend

natalie scatorccio x reader

warnings: cheating (sorry not sorry, travis), reader being a shitty person, angst

ever since I found out this song was actually about a woman, I don't know why, but I immediately thought of nat. I can't explain it LMFAO.

it had been weeks since the plane crashed, and the team was condemned to suffering in the wilderness. it was lucky lottie had found the cabin in the first place, but as you swung the axe high in the air, before bringing it down with a resounding crack, you started to wonder if life would've been better if you died in the crash.

you were starving, delirious and weak. there was no sign of a rescue team—who knows how long you'd have to spend out here. watching natalie and travis walking back, hand in hand, you felt yourself growl quietly to yourself. it wasn't fair that travis, who'd never talked to nat before the crash was dating her, but you—who'd loved her for years—were forced to watch from arms length. the sight wasn't made any better when you noticed the absence of meat.

everyone was teasing the two of them, causing you to storm off into the forest. you couldn't help but find everything unfair. falling for a girl who liked a boy—knowing if you were a boy, she'd love you.

kicking over a pile of leaves, you took out your anger on the forest. you hadn't even noticed natalie, until you almost pegged a rock at her (you'd meant to get the log). "oh my god, I'm sorry nat," you exclaimed, running towards her to see if she was okay.

she snorts, moving closer to you. "feeling hangry?" she teased, taking a seat on the log you were aiming at previously. you sarcastically laugh in response, taking a seat next to her.

"joke all you want, if you spent less time fucking travis and more time looking for animals, I wouldn't be destroying the forest," you snap, feeling your stomach begin growling. nat's eyebrow raised teasingly, eyes pointed at your tummy. it's timing was uncanny.

"we're not fucking," natalie replied, making your heart race in excitement. "I mean, I'd like to. . . but he can't get it up."

knowing this was your chance, you took advantage of this information. "maybe he's gay?" you reply, trying to sound as earnest as you can. you nudge her side, "no straight man could resist you," you wink at her teasingly, receiving a soft shove to your shoulder.

"I've always trusted your gaydar. . . but I don't think this is it," she mumbles in response, leaning forward and placing her chin in her hands.

there was a beat of silence, as you desperately try to come up with a plausible explanation to break them up. "you could always ask coach, I'm sure he'd know all about gays," you joke.

nat turned her head slightly to face you, "you're right. maybe I should—" your heart sank, realising that she was seriously thinking about it.

"have you thought that maybe he's interested in someone else? and you're just a distraction," you blurted out, wishing you could take it back immediately.

nat scoffed, standing up, "yeah, thanks. that makes me feel fucking fantastic," she snapped, stomping away.

"nat! I'm sorry!" you called out, but she ignored you.

«—(♥)—»

later that night, you found yourself in the storage room, with your stomach growling. you knew that mari was hiding some berries in here and you were so hungry that you no longer cared about stealing.

the sound of creaking behind you made you jump in fright, whipping around to let out some excuse when you realised it was just natalie. "oh, I thought you were mari," you mumble, turning back to continue your quest.

"looking for her secret stash?" she asked, you tried to work out if her tone was curious or teasing. "it's behind the box there."

when she pointed in the direction, you side eyed her, wondering how he knew where it was. glad that she'd shown you, you decided not to ask. you pulled out a large white bucket and hungrily opened the lid, only to be disappointed at the contents. "she's letting them ferment?"

you turn to face natalie, who shrugs, "it's not that bad. it's pretty strong though, just made purely out of berries, makes you get drunk quicker," she explains; you snort at her, shaking your head.

"you'd have a lot of experience with being drunk," you snipe.

"hilarious, you know you're so funny, you should think about joining snl," she replied sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.

you sighed, putting your head in your hands. "I'm so hungry, nat. I can't keep living like this," you whisper, on the verge of tears.

natalie sits down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. "it'll be okay, I promise. travis and I are heading to a new place tomorrow, we'll find deer there, I'm sure," she soothes. you lay your head on her shoulder, playing with her hand on your thigh.

"a new place to hunt? or a new place to fuck?" you snapped.

narrowing her eyes at you, she scoffed and got up, "you know, I liked that you weren't like the others, that you never slutshamed me. . . I guess you're just like the rest of them," she replied, leaving you alone.

you knew it was stupid to take your unrequited feelings out on her, especially because she didn't owe you romantic love. however, it killed you watching her fall in love with travis—and the hunger eating you away wasn't making you a nicer person either.

tentatively scooping some of the berry juice in your hand, sipping it, when you heard mari approaching. in a panic, you'd never put something away so quickly.

«—(♥)—»

natalie trudged through the forest with travis in defeat; the gun slung over her shoulder serving as a reminder of her duty as hunter—a duty she was failing. their eyes were still peeled for any deer, hopeful for any last minute catches. however, it seemed like all the animals in the forest knew about their plans.

groaning, nat put her head in her hands and sat on the log. "this is fucking stupid," she grumbles, ignoring travis as he took a seat next to her.

"maybe we should stay put here, just for a little while," he suggests, his thigh brushing against hers. nat rested her chin against her knees and offered him a weak smile.

neither of them noticed you, hiding in the bushes, having given up scavenging for berries. they'd been gone for three hours, leaving everyone else in the cabin to search for food—and for what? it seemed no one would be eating anything. . . meat or fruit. the disappointing view of just the two of them made your stomach growl, reminding you of how long you've gone without eating something substantial.

stepping on a twig accidentally, you winced as both their heads snap in your direction. "you're following us now? disappointed to see we aren't having sex?" natalie sniped, getting up and walking towards you.

showing off your basket, you know that she wouldn't believe you even if it's true. "just hunting for berries, figured they were further out than usual," you mumble, taking a step back the closer she got.

it wasn't until you were both face to face, your chest heaving and trying to look tough, that natalie smirked. "I get it, you're hungry, but you don't have to follow us," she teased.

you rolled your eyes, "travis, can you give us a moment?" you asked, your heart racing as you come to terms with what you're about to do.

travis scoffs, looking at nat for confirmation, who only gestured for him to return to the cabin. in shock, he sent her an odd look, before standing up, and walking away silently.

natalie turned to face you again, "what did you want to talk about?"

"i wanted to apologise. you're right, I shouldn't be slutshaming you because I'm hungry. . ." you pause, wondering whether or not you should continue. desperate to tell her about your feelings, you could feel your heartbeat raising impossibly fast. "it's actually so stupid—the real reason I was mad at you."

natalie raised her eyebrows teasingly, placing her hands on her waist and smirking at you. "let me guess, the real reason is that you like me?" you stare at her stunned, "please, you don't think I know? I'm not Jackie," she laughs. you feel a blush coming across your cheeks.

sliding her thumb through your jean loops, nat pulled you closer to her, until your chest was pressed against hers. "how'd you find out?" you whisper, looking up at her in awe.

"because I may or may not feel the same about you," she mumbles, her lips inches from yours.

"what about travis?" you ask; nat shrugs in response, finally pressing her lips against yours. initially, you freeze, not kissing her back, until she gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place, encouraging you to kiss her back passionately.

wrapping your hands around her neck, natalie pulls away for a second, "I should probably tell my boyfriend," she whispers. you raise your eyebrows in shock.

"tell him what? that I'm your girlfriend now?" you teased, eliciting laughter from the blonde. she nodded, before placing her fingers under your chin and pulling you in for another kiss.

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