#invite her over n before you can even welcome her inside she's knee deep in your deepest darkest secrets

[longmaxsilvarg]

i like that snooping with max doesn't stop just bc someone's in the room like she straight up goes through their trash and drawers in front of them

[biggest-stupidhead]

AN: Here’s part 2 of my nurse reader and Levi request! It recently came to my attention that I was lowkey confused, I realize that you guys were asking for part 2 to my solider Levi and princess reader but I’ve been working on this one instead😂😂 So I’ll try and get to that other one soon.��

ALSO 139 SPOILERS 

Part 1

Summary: Levi’s dreams are coming true

Word Count: 4.6K

Warnings: mentions of scarring, blood, struggling to walk, kissing, angst

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The first few weeks were rough, he struggled to do the most mundane tasks, his fingers shook as he gripped a pen, his breathing was labored when he climbed stairs. He hated every second of it, he knew that this was part of being injured and recovering, but still, he felt weak and exposed. He also knew that it was unlikely that he would ever be the same as he was before his accident, this didn’t bother him too much. However, the thought of you only knew him as a frail wounded soldier rubbed him the wrong way. 

He used this as motivation to better his condition, with the knowledge that he would not function the same as before. He quickly found out that holding a pen in his right hand was now much too difficult, so he began practicing with his left instead. He also realized that being in a wheelchair was not for him. He hated being pushed by anyone, mainly because Gabi once lost control and sent him rolling down a busy street. So he began to use a cane or crutch, he also found out that he tired much faster using this method. But he much preferred it to the chair. 

After only three months of being discharged, Onyankopon had sniffed out an affordable space to open a modest cafe. The space also had a short set of stairs that led to a one-bedroom apartment above, which originally deterred Onyankopon from investing due to Levi’s state. But Levi had insisted that he would manage, so on a gloomy Thursday afternoon, they signed the papers and bought the place. Gabi and Flaco had been ecstatic to help decorate the space, scouring antique shops and pawn shops for the best (and cheapest) pieces of furniture. 

Levi had watched the pair carry in the first table, a round wooden piece fit for two along with mismatched chairs to go along with it. At first, Levi disliked the way the furniture clashed, but he soon grew to like it. As the kids slowly carried in more each week the space began to feel homier. The kitchen in the back was teeming with tins of tea, recipes that Onyankopon swore by were tacked up on bulletin boards. Each weekend Onyankopon would bring the kids back with armloads of ingredients to test out the recipes he had been gathering while Levi had been in the hospital. 

Soon they had perfected a menu, with croissants that were crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, sticky-sweet cinnamon rolls, and lemon tarts. Levi had never been a fan of sweets, but he knew that most people were, so each weekend they slaved over the stoves and made huge messes of flour and sugar. After two months the cafe was rather put together, tables and chairs of all sorts spread about the room in an inviting pattern. A chalkboard menu that was slowly expanding was sprawled out over the main counter, which was being stocked with pastries. 

Onyankopon had brought in a box full of glassware that he had found on the side of the street, Levi had sneered at him as he watched him carefully wash them. 

“What are you planning to do with those?” Levi asked as Onyankopon scrubbed the dust off of the glass. 

“We can use them as centerpieces. Maybe we could cut some flowers from that field?” He said as he placed the glass vases and cups on the drying rack. 

“I suppose,” Levi grumbled, happy that he hadn’t planned on using them as cups. 

Finally, the day came when the menu was rounded enough and the furniture polished to open the shop. Levi hated to admit his nerves, but the truth was that his stomach was in knots and his heart was hammering out of his chest as he flipped the wooden sign on the door from closed to open. 

Gabi had whooped and hollered, Falco had clapped ecstatically and Onyankopon popped open a bottle of champagne. Levi had given them the slightest of smiles as the group retreated behind the counter to wait for someone to wander in. Levi sat back on a stool that Falco had thrifted for behind the counter, his cane resting against his knee as he watched the door with a steady gaze. 

“Can I be in charge of the pastries?” Gabi pleaded, big brown eyes wide as she clasped her hands together. Onyankopon shot a sideways look to Levi who inhaled sharply. 

“As long as you don’t spit in the food.” Levi relented and Gabi leaped into the air in her excitement before jogging back into the kitchen to take stock. 

“Falco you can carry food out.” Onyankopon offered and Falco nodded a gleam of determination in his golden eyes. 

“I’ll run the register and Levi you can brew the tea.” Onyankopon looked pleased with himself after assigning the roles and Levi shrugged in indifference. The minutes ticked by and the door remained shut, the wide windows let the warm morning sun seep into the room, yet it carried no joy. Or at least it didn’t summon any deep feelings from within Levi. Just when Levi was about to give up and go brew himself his own tea before calling it a day, the door opened, the bell tinkling softly. 

His mouth fell open when he saw you, in your plain clothes, a pair of dark dress pants and a silk dress shirt. Your purse was slung over your shoulder and in your hands was a bright bouquet of flowers. You pushed some stray strands of hair off of your face as you stepped into the cafe. 

“(Y/n)! You made it!” Falco rushed around the counter and took your hand in his to lead you to the counter. You laughed warmly and allowed the young boy to drag you across the room. 

“You’re the first person to come in.” Onyankopon mused softly as he stood behind the register, hands placed firmly on the counter. Your eyes widened in surprise before another warm grin passes placidly across your features. 

“I am?” You asked, leaning on the counter and throwing a playful glance at Levi who was half hiding behind Onyankopon. 

“It’s true.” Gabi groaned dramatically fanning her face, she had been fidgeting anxiously in the back for the past hour eager to serve guests. 

“What can I get the good nurse?” Onyankopon steered the conversation back to business as usual. 

“Ah, I’d love a cup of camomile and hmm maybe one of those lemon tarts.” You hummed, leaning over to examine the pastries that had been set on display in the glass containers. 

“Excellent choice, that’ll be seven pounds.” Onyankopon slid the key into the keyhole in the register and the old thing sprang open, spilling some change. He chuckled as he awkwardly collected the spare change. 

“Takes a gentle hand.” He explained as you smiled at him with the money in hand. Levi sighed and reached around Onyankopon to take the money as the larger man squatted down to retrieve the stubborn coins. 

“Congratulations Captain, you’ve made this place your own.” You said, slipping the money into his hands, the pads of your fingertips brushing his calloused palm. 

“Thank you, nurse (L/n).” He mumbled, trying in vain to fight off the butterflies swarming in his stomach. 

“You’re so very welcome.” You watched as the rag-tag bunch began to hustle around the kitchen, Levi limped to the stove and began to boil the water in the kettle, Gabi was pulling on a pair of gloves before she began to inspect the pastries, looking for the best one. Falco gestured for you to follow him to that round table at the front of the store, right by the large window. You covered your mouth to hide an affectionate grin as he pulled the chair out for you. You sat and thanked him as you made yourself comfortable. 

“I’ll bring your food to you miss.” He even did a bow which was when you could no longer hide your amusement. 

“Falco, too much.” Onyankopon was also laughing behind the counter as the young boy scurried back to grab your pastry, which Gabi had carefully chosen just for you. Levi was now steeping the leaves in one of the mismatched sets of china that they had collected. Once the tea was steeped to perfection he set it on the tray with the pastry and Falco carefully picked it up, using both hands. 

He set the steaming plates in front of you and you thanked him once more. You felt a bit awkward as the group watched with expectant eyes as you took the first bite. Your eyes lit up, it was just the perfect mixture of sweet and sour, the breading crumbling on your tongue. 

You nodded and held a thumbs up which made Gabi clap her hands and squeal. Falco laughed and shook her shoulder, a giddy gleam in his eyes. Levi bit back another smile, not eager to let you pull them from his lips so easily. A few moments after you had begun to eat, the door tinkled open again, this time it was an older couple. They ordered and sat down near you, murmuring about the decor and such. As the morning wore on, more people began to wander into the shop, families and starry-eyed couples alike. You sat at your table, a small amount of paperwork from the hospital spread across the tabletop. You worked well into the afternoon, not necessarily because you needed to but because you wanted to catch Levi and check in on him. 

You got your chance when the crowd ebbed and the orders slowed. The shop was once more empty and you could see the way that Levi limped between the sink and the stove. You gathered your courage and stood from your spot, leaving your purse and papers behind. Onyankopon was helping the kids in the back as they prepped for the pastries for tomorrow. 

“I’ll dry if you wash.” You offered and Levi shot you a look over his shoulder. 

“You don’t have to do that.” 

“I’ve been taking up that table all day, let me earn my keep.” You teased, carefully stepping behind the counter and into the kitchen. He did not oppose as you sidled up beside him and began to towel dry the dishes he had already scrubbed clean. You worked like this for a few minutes in silence, the sound of dishes and sloshing of water filling the air between you. 

“You seem to have healed well.” You commented as you accepted another clean plate. 

“Hm.” He hummed, eyes trained on his task. You noted that he no longer wore bandages on his hand where his fingers had once been. 

“How’s your knee?” You asked and he bristled a bit. 

“....it’s fine.” He said after a slight pause. 

“I can look at it if you’d like.” You offered and he inhaled slowly before releasing his breath in one long exhale. 

“I’m fine.” 

“Then let me look at your fingers, if you are doing dishes it’s likely to get infected.” You were a tad embarrassed to admit that you simply wanted to feel his skin against yours once more. But luckily Levi felt the same. He paused his work and grabbed a towel to dry his hands off before slowly extending them to you. You accepted them and ran your fingers over the callouses that decorated his palms before pulling his hand closer to your face to get a good look at the nubs where his fingers once were. 

Just as you had thought, they were fully healed with puckering pink flesh from where stitches had once been. 

“They look well, you should be fine, just...be mindful of how much time you spend washing the dishes.” You hummed, turning his hand over in yours to examine the back of it, old and new scars littered the expanse of his hands and up to his forearm.

“Okay.” His words were breathy and a bit choked. You snuck a glance up at his face and smiled sheepishly at him as you released his hand, which fell slowly back to his side. His cheeks were a soft pink, hints of a blush from the heat of your touch alone. 

“I would suggest looking into some gloves.” You advised and he rolled his eyes. 

“How am I supposed to wear gloves without my fingers?” He asked, holding his hand up as if to emphasize the loss. 

“You seem to have adapted well, I’m sure you can figure something out.” You assured him with a nudge to his side before you fell back into the easy rhythm of drying the dishes. 

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You fell into a routine, stopping by when the cafe first opened to grab a cup of tea before your shift. Then you would go off to work and return later that afternoon to help Levi clean up. One rainy day you came in an hour later than usual, your scrubs soaked as you had forgotten an umbrella. Onyankopon and the kids had left earlier that week to go get the other cadets from Paradis, leaving Levi to tend to the shop alone. 

As you entered you flipped the sign to closed and then wrung your sopping wet hair. Levi stood behind the counter, watching you with his one steel eye. 

“What took you so long?” He asked before turning to do the dishes. You scoffed and looked back out at the window, the rain was pelting down mercilessly against the glass. But you said nothing, having learned long ago that arguing with him was pointless. 

“What have you got for me?” You asked instead wanting to throw yourself into the work he had for you. He put you to work in the kitchen, taking stock and sweeping the floors until you thought that you would collapse. It wasn’t that the work that was taxing, but the work on top of the hours you had already clocked in on your feet at the hospital. 

When he was pleased with your cleaning he waved you off with a dismissive flick of his wrist. Your clothes were still wet, as you watched him thumb through his earnings of the day in the register. You now knew a fraction of what he had put those cadets through all those years ago. 

“Levi?” You tested, his name falling sweetly from your lips. He turned slowly, pausing his counting to give you his full attention. 

“What is it?” He asked, placing the change back into the register. 

“How would you like to get some dinner?” You offered with a shy smile. His eyes widened and he whipped around to shut the register. 

“Only if you’re buying.” 

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So now you sat across the table from him, your leg bouncing anxiously under the table inside the warm tavern. He seemed much less anxious, hands folded in front of him and his gaze void of any particular emotion. 

“So...you come here often?” You tried to start the conversation, for the first time finding it difficult. 

“No actually, I despise these places.” He answered literally and you nearly blanched, worried that you may have upset him or offended him in some way by bringing him here. 

“What? We don’t have to stay then we can-” You were reaching for your purse but he held up a hand to stop you. 

“It’s fine.” He assured you and you relaxed back into your seat. 

“Why do you hate these places?” You asked out of curiosity. 

“Not a fan of drunk men and shitty tavern food.” He shrugged indifferently. If he had been feeling braver he would have told you that it reminded him of his childhood and his mean drunk uncle. 

“Ah, I see.” Your shoulders slumped and you cleared your throat to fill the silence. 

“I don’t usually come to bars often either. Can’t trust me around beer.” You joked but Levi arched a thin brow. 

“Why’s that?” 

“Oh, my dad was a drunk and they say that it runs in the family. So I’ll never touch the stuff.” You shrugged and Levi was caught off guard with your honesty. He only hummed in response. Not long after that, the food arrived and the two of you ate in near silence, the sounds of forks scraping plates and wine sloshing in glasses. You paid for dinner and the two of you slowly made your way back down the street, which was slick with rainwater. You eyed Levi’s arm a bit longingly, wanting to feel his warmth pressed against you. You rubbed your biceps in an attempt to get the message across but he seemed clueless still. So you sighed and decided to take yet another risk, in one swift motion you slid your arm through his and he went rigid. His steps faltered and you looked over at him with a smirk curling at the corner of your lips. 

“Is...this alright?” you asked and he nodded tensely before resuming his pace. You were grateful that his apartment was so close to the tavern, as it began to pour once more. But of course, you could not run because you feared that he would injure himself, so the two of you simply picked up your pace. Levi held the door for you and the two of you stumbled into the dark cafe, the tables and chairs looked almost like skeletons as you weaved your way through them to the back set of stairs. 

“You can stay if you’d like.” he offered, a glimmer of uncertainty flashing over his features, clearly he was treading just as lightly as you were. 

“I’d like that very much.” You grinned and the two of you climbed the stairs to his small apartment. The floorplan was open, the kitchen and living room were all in one space. The furniture was also mismatched here, he set about lighting candles even though you knew that the building had electricity. You wondered if it was a force of habit, all of his years on that island with no electricity, or if it was an attempt to set the mood. You said nothing all the same as the candles set the room aglow in warm light. 

“It’s nice,” you commented and Levi hummed in agreement. 

“It’s no barracks.” He said as he shook the match, a small trail of smoke curling up from his fingertips. 

“Do you miss the military?” You asked as you slipped out of your shoes. He paused, a thoughtful look passing over his face as he pondered your question. 

“At times, there are things that I miss. But no, I wouldn’t go back.” he shook his head, damp locks of raven hair falling in curtains over his brow. 

“I can imagine.” You agreed as he slipped out of his coat and hung it on the coat rack, you did the same and he gestured for you to follow him to his room. 

“I have some dry clothes you can borrow.” He said as he sifted through his drawers, pulling out a simple cotton shirt and a pair of loose-fitting pants. He held them out to you and you accepted them with a smile. You noted that the clothes were larger than the ones that he pulled out and you wondered who they belonged to. 

“Whose clothes are these?” you asked out of curiosity and a pained look crossed his face. But you wondered if you had imagined it because of how quickly his features reset into his stoic mien. 

“An old friend.” That was all he said before leaving you to change. You pulled the clothes on slowly and carefully knowing that these are likely one of the last things he had that belonged to his friend. Once you were done you stepped out of the room to find Levi already changed and boiling a kettle over his small stove. The shirt hung loosely off of your frame and you pulled the collar up gently as you crossed the room to stand by his side. 

“Whatcha making?” You asked softly as he shot you a brief glance over his shoulder. 

“Tea.” He said bluntly as he reached up into the cabinets and pulled out two mugs. You hummed and moved to take a seat at the modest table that was pressed against the back of his couch. 

“Sounds good.” You said as you slipped into the seat, watching as he moved around his space. You noted the way his cane carried the majority of his weight, the way his fingers trembled as he poured the water to steep the tea leaves. You moved to get up and help him, but decided against it, reminding yourself that he was independent and could do these tasks on his own. Sure enough Levi finished the tea and carried the two cups over to you and placed them gently down on the table. 

You thanked him quietly and blew a puff of air over the surface of the green tea, sending ripples through the liquid. He watched you with unreadable features, hands crossed on the table and his cane resting against his thigh. 

“Tell me of your home.” You asked, daring a look over the rim of your cup. He inhaled and a far away look crossed his face as he thought of an appropriate response. 

“As I knew it or as it is now?” He mumbled as he brought his own cup to his lips. 

“Whichever you prefer.” 

“Hm.” He hummed as he let the hot liquid sit in his mouth hoping to buy himself more time. 

“Either way it was shitty.” He said after a few moments of silence. You set your cup down and gave him your full attention. 

“We never had much, and I can’t say that it was a happy life.” He said, sneaking a glance at you to guage your reaction. 

“I figured as much.” You commented and he shrugged. 

“There isn’t much left of the landscape after the rumbling, but that’s everywhere now.” He grumbled, beginning to lose himself in his own memories. 

“There used to be open fields and massive trees inside of the walls but…” He winced, flashes of blood and gnashing titan teeth, campfires, the heavy breathing of horses, explosions of thunder spears followed by the tangy metallic scent of blood. 

“Levi?” Your voice was soft and filled with concern, he snapped out of his reverie, his fists clenched around his cup. 

“Sorry.” He choked out, his tongue feeling fat and his mouth dry. 

“It’s alright, I shouldn’t have asked.” You waved your hands and quickly took a sip of your tea. 

“No, it’s not your fault.” He dismissed you, trying to calm the racing of his heart. 

“I’m sure that you’re tired, I’ll see myself out.” You began to scramble, reaching for your things and pushing a stray strand of hair from your face. Levi wasn’t sure why, but he felt an urgent need to reach out and grab you. Before he could dismiss the sense, his hand had already shot out and caught your wrist. 

You looked back at him with wide eyes, not moving a muscle. He stayed still as well, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arm. If he was hurting you, you showed no sign. 

“Don’t….it’s storming.” He said stupidly, as he stood keeping a hold on your wrist. Once he was on his feet he took a step towards you and his hand slipped down to intertwine his fingers with your own. 

“O-Okay.” You squeezed his fingers and he returned the gesture, eyes blank although they darted between your eyes and lips every few seconds. You took a step closer so that the tips of your feet touched his, your breaths mingling together. Finally his eyes settled on your lips and you unconsciously licked them as you wondered what he would taste like. Green tea no doubt, just as bitter and tangy as his personality seemed to be. 

You let out a shaky breath as he reached out, the back of his hand brushing that pesky piece of hair off of your cheek. He hesitated but gently grasped your face in his calloused palm, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone. You carefully broke free of his grasp on your hand so you could smooth down the fabric of his shirt above his heart. 

He swallowed thickly before lifting his chin, eyes trained on your lips. You tilted your head and met him the rest of the way, your lips slotting together perfectly. His other hand came to rest on the other side of your face, and you whimpered. You opened your mouth wider, your tongue slipping past his lips to taste him. He did taste like green tea after all, bitter and overwhelming. You couldn’t get enough, your hands slipping up the column of his throat to find the shaven underside of his hair. 

To your surprise he pulled away with a grunt, grey eyes wide and surprised. You looked back just as shocked but then you smiled. He blinked at you for a moment before pulling away completely and turning his back to you and running a hand through his locks. 

“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me.” He apologized and you shook your head. 

“I actually quite liked it. You aren’t my patient anymore Levi.” He remained silent, his back turned to you in shame. 

“You’re not even a Captian anymore, you’re just a man.” You assured him and he turned to look at you now, eyes filled with a certain grief you couldn’t quite place. 

“Is that how you see me then?” His voice was flat and you couldn’t tell if he was offended or pleased with the response. 

“No, I see you as a good man, who has been hurt one too many times. Someone who needs a….companion.” You settled and he finally faced you once more. 

“I shouldn’t have done that to you.” He grunted, steadying himself on the table. 

“It’s okay Levi, I-I like you.” You felt like you were tripping over yourself to assure him that he was not crossing any lines. 

“....” He remained silent, those sad grey eyes trained on your face as your chest heaved, panic quickly raising. 

“I promise you I’m fine. I’ve actually been wanting to kiss you for some time now.” You sheepishly admitted, rubbing the side of your arm. 

“I know.” He groaned his hands coming to hide his eyes and you felt even more distressed, you should’ve known better. 

“Look, Levi I want to be with you, and if you want the same then we can be. You don’t have to-” 

“Damn it (Y/n) I want to, but I don’t” He let out another frustrated grunt before his fist came down hard on the table, the cups rattling loudly at the disturbance. 

“I don’t want you to be chained to someone like me.” He admitted, eyes averted. 

“You don’t have to feel that way, I’m choosing you.” 

“Promise?” His eyes finally met yours and you nodded curtly, a look of determination and confidence plastered to your face. 

“Promise.” You assured him, sitting back down at the table to show that you weren’t going anywhere. 

“And if you bother me too much then I’ll leave.” You teased, but he seemed to take it literally, sinking back into his own seat and nodding in understanding. 

“That’s good.” He sighed, shoulders sagging in relief. 

“I really should go home, think about this and we’ll talk tomorrow.” You stood, leaning over the table to peck a kiss to his lips. He nodded and watched with tired eyes as you left his apartment. 

[leedosbunnyboy]

Jaehyun; Lunch Break

Genre: Angst, Smut

Pairing: Jaehyun x M!Reader

Requested: no

Warning(s): mentions of homophobia, handjobs, fingering, degradation, rim job, eating out, cum eating, semi-public sex, mentions of exhibitionism, implied penetrative sex

Summary: On your dad's birthday, he decides to have a family dinner. Little do you know, he chose the restaurant your boyfriend works at.

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"Hide everyone!" My oldest brother yelled as he saw our dad return from work.

All six of us hid behind couches, doors, and tables as we awaited Dad walking through the door.

Thick, heavy footsteps stopped outside the door as the knob began to turn with a small squeak.

"SURPRISE!" We all yelled as dad smiled.

"Thank you kids." He said and invited all of us into a hug.

"Don't forget me!" Mom complained as she pecked him on the cheek.

We each took our turns handing him out gifts as he took his time appreciating each one.

As we cleaned up the mess of discarded present wrappers and neglected price tags, the topic of dinner was brought up by our youngest sister.

"I'm hungry!" Whined Naeun as she plopped on the floor.

"Speaking of it, I am too." My youngest brother, Minhyeon, said.

"I could go for dinner." My oldest brother, Juyeon, chimed in.

Thus started the arguing of which restaurant to go to as your parents rolled their eyes at our pointless fighting.

"QUIET!" Bellowed our mother.

"It's your dad's birthday, so he gets to choose where we eat." She said and looked up to our dad.

We stood around as we awaited our dad's final verdict.

"Alright! I've decided." He said and stood up.

"Where are we going?" My older sister, Songyee, asked.

"That's a surprise." He said and grabbed his keys.

I knew dad would say something along those lines, considering he never gives a straight answer. We all hopped into the car and waited to see which restaurant dad chose as our destination.

Along the way I decided to text my boyfriend, Jaehyun, out of boredom.

Me:

Jae :(

Jaehyun<3:

Yes baby?

Me:

I'm bored and wanna talk

Jaehyun<3:

Why are you bored?

Me:

It's my dad's birthday, and he's taking us to some 'mystery' restaurant to celebrate.

Jaehyun<3:

Well I'd love to keep my babyboy company, but I've got to get back to work.

Me:

:,(

Jaehyun<3:

I'll be on lunch break soon, then we can talk. Okay babe?

Me:

Yeah, talk to you later. I love you.

Jaehyun<3:

I love you too<3

"We're here!" Dad yelled out as he parked the car.

We each hopped out and entered the restaurant.

It was on the fancier side with many intricate designs on the walls and decor.

We waited to be seated as the place seemed to be packed.

"I'm so sorry about the wait. How many to be seated?" Asked the lady at the counter.

"Seven." Dad answered.

The lady gathered the menus and led us to our table.

"We'll have a waiter with you shortly." She said and left shortly after.

"I see someone wanted somewhere 'high-up' for his birthday." Juyeon joked.

"This is a nice restaurant, Dad!" Cheered Naeun.

"Well I wanted somewhere nice to celebrate with my wonderful family." Dad smiled.

"Hi! I'm Jaehyun and I'll be your wai- (M/n! You didn't tell me you were gonna be here." Jaehyun said.

"(M/n), do you know him?" Mom asked me.

"Yeah, he's a friend." I lied.

I could see the smile on his face fade into one of defeat.

"Anyways, I'll be getting your drinks before I go on my lunch break." Jaehyun said and pulled out his notepad.

We each ordered our drinks and I couldn't even look Jaehyun in the eyes.

"I'll get your drinks out as soon as possible." He said before turning around.

"Wait, Jaehyun was it?" Dad called him down.

"Yes sir?" He responded.

"You said you were going on your lunch break soon. So why not join us?" Dad told Jaehyun.

"Are you sure?" Jae asked with a dumbfounded expression.

"Of course! Any friend of my kids is welcome." Dad cheered.

"Well thank you. I'll get your drinks and be right back." He said and hurriedly ran into the kitchen.

"Hey (M/n). Your friend's cute." Songyee whispered.

"Well he's off-limits." I whispered back.

She sat back and pouted and then continued to look over the menu.

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Jaehyun came back with our drinks and was out of his uniform in favor of a loose black shirt.

"Thank you again for welcoming me." He said as he took his seat next to me.

"Anytime Jaehyun." Mom said with a smile.

I felt Jaehyun's hand slowly attempt to intertwine our fingers underneath the table, but I swatted him away. He responded by looking at me with puppy eyes as I ignored him to straighten my posture.

"(M/n), why don't you ever invite Jaehyun over?" Mom asked me.

"I wonder the same thing." Jaehyun said under his breath.

I elbowed him in the ribs and then turned my attention back to my parents.

"He's usually busy with school or work, so there's never been a good time." I said.

My mom nodded as her attention was taken by the new waiter.

"Is everyone ready to order?" He asked.

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The dinner was fun and lighthearted, except for me and Jaehyun.

He would try to make conversation with me, but I would simply ignore him or give simple answers.

I could tell he was getting frustrated by the way his grip on his cup was getting tighter, to the point where his knuckles were beginning to turn pale. The tip of his ears turned bright red, and for a second I thought I could see steam coming from his ears.

But somehow, he was still able to keep a smile and make conversation with my family.

I'm pretty sure they began to sense the tension as they would give us these looks of concern.

"I need to use the restroom." I said and left the table in a hurry. I knew he was following me based off the frustrated, heavy footsteps trailing behind me.

As soon as I entered the bathroom I was pinned against the wall.

"Jae! What are yo-!" I couldn't even finish my sentence before Jaehyun's lips met mine. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and tangled my hands into his hair as he forced his tongue into my mouth.

"Why have you been ignoring me (M/n)?" He asked in a deep, husky tone.

I didn't answer him and instead tried to grind into him to give friction to my aching cock.

"Answer me." He growled and gripped my hips.

"Because I don't know what my dad would do if he knew I was with a guy!" I exclaimed.

He slowly trailed his hand to toy with my cock through my jeans.

"You could've just told me that instead of ignoring me. I felt hurt (M/n)." Jaehyun said as he moved his hand up and down in a slow rhythm.

"I'm sorry Jae-!" I whined when he slipped his hand inside of my pants.

We both kept quiet as Jaehyun continued to work on giving me a handjob. His movements getting progressively louder as more pre-cum leaked from my slit.

Without warning, he turned me around and pinned me against the wall.

"Such a bad boy for ignoring me. You deserve to be punished." Jaehyun whispered which sent chills down my spine.

He gave my ass a hard slap which caused me to yelp in pain.

"Shh! We're still in a public bathroom, remember? Unless you wanna be seen getting absolutely wrecked." He smirked as he lowered my pants and boxers to my knees.

"But you'd probably love that you fucking slut." He growled and spit on my hole.

"J-jae, isn't this your l-lunchbreak?" I asked.

"Don't worry baby. I already found what I want to eat." He inserted a finger into me as he continued to give me a handjob.

"Does that feel good?" Jaehyun asked after he inserted another finger.

I nodded furiously as I whined out an incoherent answer.

"Use words whore." He demanded.

"Y-you're so fu-fucking good, Jae." I moaned as he added a third finger.

"Good boy." He complemented and pulled out his fingers.

I whined in frustration to being empty and Jaehyun smirked at this.

"Calm down sweetheart. I'll get to the main course." He immeadiatly began to lick and kiss around and on my hole.

Jaehyun then slowly began to lick and bite before savagely eating me out my hole as if he had been starved for years.

I digged my fingers into the palm of my hand due to being overwhelmed by the pure ecstasy that is Jaehyun's tongue.

All throughout this, he never stopped giving me a handjob, and I could feel myself reaching my climax.

"Jaehyun~, I'm gon-na bust!" I moaned out.

"Cum baby." He said and then continued to ravage my hole with his tongue.

After a few seconds I came all over his hand and some even managed to land on the wall.

Jaehyun brought his hand to his mouth before licking up my cum.

He smeared the leftovers on my hole before licking it up.

He grabbed a few paper towels and cleaned up his hand, my dick, and the cum that landed on the wall. He pulled up my pants before I collapsed into his arms.

"We should get back to dinner." I said, but Jaehyun instead roughly placed me on the counter.

"We're not done here yet baby. We're not leaving until I cum. So be prepared to ride this dick like a pretty slut." He whispered into my ear.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"They've been gone for a while don't you think?" (M/n)'s mom commented.

Their food had arrived 30 minutes and they were prepared for dessert.

"Ju, go check on your younger brother." His dad said as Juyeon headed towards the bathroom.

He walked into the bathroom and was met with...

"Jae, faster, faster, fuck-!" (M/n) moaned.

"(M/n), you're so fucking tight! Take this cock like a good little slut!" Jaehyun growled to the boy pinned underneath him.

"Ahem!" Juyeon coughed.

Both boys looked in shock at the person standing in front of them.

"Am I interrupting something?"

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Feeding the Weary Traveler

Mitsuri Kanroji x She/Her Reader

A/N: Warnings for this one are homophobia and a mention of physical assault. Let me know if you think I should mention anything else. It’s a relatively light story considering. I usually like to keep the sexuality of the reader undiscussed so it could be anything, but this time around reader doesn’t seem to be interested in men in the slightest. It’s only a couple of lines but just a heads up. Hope you like it! Sorry if there are more errors than usual. My internet is painfully slow and it makes uploading a chore and a half. Word Count: 6,388

Mitsuri hummed happily to herself as she surveyed the various food stalls lighting up the night around her. She wasn’t sure where she should begin, it all looked so good! She was so lucky to have stumbled upon this bustling little village, and during a festival no less! This dinner was going to be legendary! Hopefully there would be an inn nearby where she could rest between missions and take some time to enjoy it all.

Mitsuri decided that the sweet dango stall was calling her name so she made her way over there first and purchased four skewers. She chewed happily as she walked around and tried to decide what to try next. The dango tasted so good she had half a mind to go back and get a couple more.

The Hashira was about to approach a yakitori stall as she finished her last dango when her crow landed none too gracefully in the dirt beside her. She flapped her wings frantically, her little clover shaped crown slightly askew.

Mitsuri whined as she chewed the last bit of dango before swallowing it down. It looked like dinner was over before it really even started. Well, when duty calls...

She cast one last longing glance at the sizzling meats and followed after her crow out of the village’s well lit valley and into the dark mountains above. Lives could be on the line, dinner could wait.

Mitsuri scaled the rugged terrain, hopping from tree to tree. Her crow flapped erratically just ahead, guiding her to whatever demon was wreaking havoc tonight. Her fingers wrapped tightly over the hilt of her blade as the air became heavy with an overwhelming dense dread that could only be brought on by the demon’s bloodlust.

Mitsuri unfurled her blade and kicked off of the next tree branch particularly hard as a scream ripped through the craggy boulders. A few more leaps and bounds.., she did not slow, a scream could mean many things, it wasn’t over yet. They could still be alive!

Her crow cawed in alarm just as Mitsuri’s eyes locked onto a struggle in the brambles below. Almost on instinct, she cracked her whip-like blade over the demon’s grotesque form, causing it to shriek. The Hashira twirled in the air to land in front of the beast and the young woman trapped and writhing  beneath it.

“Get off of her, you miserable fiend!” Mitsuri commanded, readying her blade to lash at the demon again.

The demon wailed again in anger, crushing the dirt beside its hostage’s head before tearing off into the forest in an attempt to get away from the powerful newcomer.

“Oh no you don’t!” Mitsuri called after it, cracking her nichirin blade over its retreating form. The blade sliced into the tendons in the back of one of its legs, causing it to tumble to the ground. Before it could skitter off to heal, Mitsuri swung her blade around again. The specially forged metal curled around the demon’s neck and with one clean yank, it’s head came clean off.

The slayer stayed alert, scanning the area for any other nearby threats. An exhausted caw from her crow alerted her that it was safe to let her guard down. She quickly turned on her heel to asses the young woman’s condition, observing her as she shakily got to her knees.

Her kimono was ripped and dirtied. Blood seemed to be seeping through her cloth of her shoulder. Her eyes were wide and frightened while her breath came shallow and quick.

“Are you alright?” Mitsuri spoke gently, slowly moving into the girl’s line of vision. She didn’t want to scare her anymore than she already had been tonight.

“I don’t know,” she said between gasping breaths, “I, I’m alive. That’s something.” She tried to get to her feet, but something twinged in her ankle and she fell back to her knees.

Mitsuri knelt at her side in concern.

The girl would need some medical attention. “My name is Kanroji Mitsuri. What’s your name?”

“(L/n) (Y/n).” She shakily replied.

“Let me help you home, (L/n)-san. Do you live in the village down below?” Mitsuri asked, helping (Y/n) to her feet, carrying most of her weight for her.

“No,” (Y/n) answered quickly, almost as if the insinuation pained her, “no, I don’t. I live here, in the mountains. My cottage isn’t too far from here.”

“I’ll help you get home, (Y/n)-san. Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands.” Mitsuri assured.

“Thank you, thank you so much.”

Mitsuri eyed the young woman sympathetically. The poor dear was still shaken, but managed to direct Mitsuri in the direction of her home while the Hashira carefully held her up, guiding her through the tough terrain.

Mitsuri frowned at the sight of the worn down shack as it came into view, this couldn’t be it, could it?

“There, I live there.” (Y/n) proclaimed, her voice laced with exhaustion. She must have been able to feel the shift in Mitsuri’s mood at the declaration because she then added, “It’s not much, but it’s home. I built it myself even.”

“Do you live here alone?” Mitsuri couldn’t help but ask, slightly horrified.

“I do.” (Y/n) affirmed, missing Mitsuri’s open-mouthed, wide-eyed shock when she stumbled towards the weathered door. “Thank you again, for saving me and bringing me back home.”

“You’re welcome but...” Mitsuri tried to find words but none would come finally she just shook her head and followed (Y/n)’s stumbling form to the door. “Do you have any medical supplies? Let me help patch you up.”

“I have some things. I’m not sure how helpful they’ll be. You needn’t concern yourself. You’ve done so much for me already, Kanroji-san.”

“Your shoulder could get infected without proper care and your ankle looks sprained or even broken. Let me see what I can do. We might need to take you to the village, there’s got to be a doctor down there.”

(Y/n) shook her head furiously, wincing a bit and grasping her head soon after, “I’m not going into town for anything. I’ll invite you to do what you can here, but that’s where I draw the line.”

Mitsuri was concerned by the girl’s reluctance to go to the village, but she took (Y/n)’s offer and entered the small shack. She was surprised by how homey the inside looked once (Y/n) lit a few lanterns. Not only that, but it smelt heavenly inside.

(Y/n) cursed under her breath as she hobbled over to some kind of makeshift oven and carefully peaked inside before sighing in relief and opened it fully. “It didn’t burn! Thank the gods for small favors I guess.”

“What have you got there, (L/n)-san? It smells very good in here.” Mitsuri said, holding a hand over her stomach in an attempt to quiet its rumbling.

“Bread. Please, help yourself. It’s the least I can offer for all of your help tonight.”

“Really? Thank you!” Mitsuri was practically glowing at the invitation before she remembered why she was here in the first place. “Later! First, let’s check you over.”

(Y/n) gestured to another corner of the space to a wobbly, rustic shelf next to a futon so flat it couldn’t possibly be comfortable to sleep on.  Mitsuri’s heart went out to this girl. She couldn’t be too far off from her in age, this was no way to live, and alone no less.

Mitsuri recovered the tin sitting atop the bottom shelf and motioned the girl to sit on the ground as she noted there were no chairs. She kneeled beside (Y/n)’s injured shoulder. A pained grunt rumbled at the back of the hermit’s throat as she painstakingly loosened and lowered the fabric around her shoulders, baring the bloody claw marks to the Hashira.

“Oh you poor dear...” Mitsuri cooed as she gently probed the torn flesh. At least it wasn’t too deep.

“It’s fine,” (Y/n) shivered and looked away, “could you wrap me up now please. Try to be sparing with the bandages if possible.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Mitsuri frowned. She disinfected and wrapped the wound as Shinobu had shown her during her first aid training and managed to only use about a third of the already meager roll. “There,” she gently patted (Y/n)’s shoulder, “that’s all set. Now I just need a look at that ankle. Oh my, it’s swollen pretty bad. We’ll need to elevate it and you should really lay down.”

“I am pretty tired,” (Y/n) sighed wearily, pulling her kimono back up over her shoulders. “Could you help me up?”

“Of course!” Mitsuri eagerly replied, easily scooping (Y/n) up in her arms and standing to her full height.

(Y/n)’s hands scrambled for purchase on Mitsuri’s uniform from the sudden movement. Once she realized Mitsuri’s hold on her was solid and unwavering she relaxed a bit before pulling her hands back to her own chest and jerking her head outwards away from the pale expanse of the demon slayer’s chest. If at all possible, she was sure steam would roll out of her ears like active geysers.

Mitsuri didn’t notice anything amiss and took the few steps needed to lay (Y/n) down in the sad little bed. Then she paid careful attention to (Y/n)’s leg, tilting and rotating it while getting feedback from the girl.

“Well, I don’t think it’s broken, but you should definitely stay off of it for awhile.” Mitsuri informed, feeling anxious. “So you know anyone nearby? Someone that can assist you with your recovery?”

“I’ll be just fine, trust me.” (Y/n) had said.

“That um, didn’t really answer my question.” Mitsuri smiled a bit tightly as more worry settled in her heart. “Do you have family nearby, friends, close acquaintances?”

“If you must know,” (Y/n) weakly spat, “there isn’t anyone. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for nearly two years now.” She finished bitterly.

Mitsuri flinched back at (Y/n)’s tone and the bedridden girl immediately felt bad. She was only trying to help after all. (Y/n) would have been dead without her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh.”

“It’s alright. You’ve had a hard night,” Mitsuri patted (Y/n)’s hand reassuringly. “I’ll just have to watch over you then.”

“Cawww!”

Mitsuri looked over her shoulder at her crow, flapping and comically sweating buckets from her uneasy perch on the windowsill.

“I can take care of myself,” (Y/n) voiced her stance once more, “besides, it looks like your work isn’t over yet. Take a couple loafs for the road as thanks. You’ll need to keep your strength up.”

“I couldn’t.” Mitsuri shook her head. The girl already had so little, it would be a crime to take advantage. She was already paid plenty as a Hashira, she could hold out for a few more hours.

“I insist. I make more than I know what to do with. Quite a bit gets thrown to the wildlife.”

“Well, if you’re sure...” Mitsuri’s resolve crumbled like loose gravel. She was hungry, and the bread smelled really, really good. If (Y/n) was going to insist, how could she say no? Then Mitsuri straightened as an idea formed in her mind. (Y/n) startled as Mitsuri loudly smacked her hands together.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, tomorrow before the sun sets!” Mitsuri said with conviction.

“What?” (Y/n) blinked, watching Mitsuri pack three loafs of bread into a rucksack before giving it back to her crow to fly off with.

“I’ll come by tomorrow to check on you.” Mitsuri said before taking a bite out of a fourth loaf of bread. “Mmm, this is so good!”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I have to get going now, but I’ll be back! Keep your weight off that ankle and don’t strain yourself!” Mitsuri called as she opened the front door.

“No, wait, Kanroji-san!”

But she was already gone, the door closed tightly behind her before she ran off headlong into the dangerous night.

“And she’s gone,” (Y/n) sighed, “just who is she anyway? She’s practically superhuman,” she covered her face in the crook of her good arm, “and she’s really pretty.”

***

By morning Mitsuri was halfway through her last loaf of bread and standing before the familiar sight of the Butterfly Estate. After seeing the state of (Y/n)’s medical supplies, Mitsuri thought it prudent to visit Shinobu and procure a kit for the girl.

“Mitsuri, hello.” Shinobu greeted upon looking up from her microscope. “What brings you here today?”

“Shinobu, you have to help me,” Mitsuri immediately started in, “I saved a girl last night and she got a roughed up a bit before I got to her. Can you help me make a medical kit for her?”

“Of course I’ll help you,” Shinobu smiled, “but I must ask, why not just take her to a civilian doctor? Surely they would be able to provide the help she may need.”

“She lives alone in the mountains. She seems to have a bad relationship with the village in the valley below, but I don’t know why.”

“Just be careful then,” Shinobu warned, “who knows, you might be dealing with a criminal.”

“No way!” Mitsuri gasped, waving the last couple bites of bread in front of Shinobu’s face, “Could a criminal make bread this good? I think not!”

“Please stay vigilant regardless,” Shinobu giggled before switching gears, “now, tell me what happened last night.”

Mitsuri explained the situation the best she could, detailing (Y/n)’s injuries and what supplies she had left. Shinobu helped her pack up a new med kit that would not only replenish (Y/n)’s supplies, but give her some other helpful medicines that she didn’t have initially. Mitsuri thanked Shinobu with a tight hug that forced her fellow Pillar to dangle in the air for a few moments before being lowered to the ground once more. Then she made her way off the property, running off into the woods. She had a lot of ground to cover before sunset.

After a few hours of travel Mitsuri was feeling peckish. She had unfortunately finished the last loaf of bread before leaving Shinobu’s estate and didn’t have time to replenish her snack sack that her crow carried for her. If she was lucky, maybe the festival she had stumbled upon last night was a multiple night event and she could stalk up once she checked on (Y/n).

With an excited hum, she practically flew up the mountain, making her way in the general direction she knew (Y/n)’s shack to be.

“Oh dear, was it a left at this boulder or a right?” Mitsuri mumbled to herself. The forest was more inviting in the evening light but it looked so different. Cautiously, she tried the left path and scoured her surroundings for anything that looked familiar.

Mitsuri had begun to grow a bit anxious, worried that she had taken a wrong turn. She took a deep breath through her nose to calm herself which was quickly followed by a few more testing scentings of the air. Something smelled delicious. She couldn’t be sure, but it was the best lead she had so far. She followed the hearty aroma and cheered to herself as the rundown, misshapen hut came into view.

The Hashira wasted no time hopping up to the door. She gave a courtesy knock and announced herself before letting herself inside. She smiled to herself as she imagined how happy (Y/n) would be to have such an arsenal of medicinal goods. That smile quickly became a shocked, open mouth of light horror upon seeing (Y/n) up and moving about her small home.

“Ah! I thought I told you not to put any weight on that ankle, you’ll hurt yourself!” Mitsuri worried. She quickly went up to (Y/n) with her arms out in front of her like (Y/n) would collapse at any moment.

“I couldn’t just lay in bed all day.” (Y/n) tried to reason. “You said you were coming back so I felt the need to make dinner for you. You know, to repay you for all you’re doing for me. A little ankle pain can hardly keep me down.”

Mitsuri was touched by the gesture, it made her heart flutter with appreciation, but (Y/n) needed to follow her instructions or who knows what long term damage she would cause herself.

“It smells wonderful, (L/n)-san and I thank you endlessly, but please, lay down right now!”

“I’ve been taking breaks. I’m fine—ah!“

Ah, swept off her feet by the strong and beautiful demon slayer once again. As embarrassing as being doted on in this manner was, (Y/n) was definitely going to revisit this tender care in her dreams. Gods, she was touch starved.

“Really (L/n)-san, don’t be difficult. Let me check on your shoulder, okay?” Mitsuri didn’t even sound strained as she slowly placed (Y/n) down on the futon.

“Oh, okay.” (Y/n) fought through the fuzzy tingles, shaking them from her body as she slid her sleeve off her shoulder.

“Aw, it looks a little infected,” Mitsuri whined as she softly prodded the tender flesh, “but don’t worry! I paid a visit to a dear friend today and I’ve got everything you’ll need!”

“Kanroji-san, this is too much.” (Y/n) gaped in awe at the tightly packed tin Mitsuri presented to her.

“Not at all! Now, hold still while I apply some of this cream.” Mitsuri beamed before swirling the cool salve over the cuts. (Y/n) flinched a bit but the numbing chill soon soothed the pain.

“Wow, that feels really nice.”

“Right? I can always trust Shinobu for the best!” Mitsuri proudly proclaimed as she finished re-wrapping (Y/n)’s shoulder. She then took care of (Y/n)’s ankle the way Shinobu had suggested and looked at her handiwork with pride. “There all done! Shinobu said you’ll want to keep it elevated and free of strain for at least two weeks.”

“Okay, I’ll rest where I can. Thank you.”

“No no,” Mitsuri made an ‘x’ with her arms and pouted, “none of that, you have to rest!”

“I can’t afford to rest. It’s not easy living in the mountains alone.” (Y/n) informed, her eyes shifted over Mitsuri’s shoulder at the burning embers in her ‘kitchen’, “Could you take that off the heat please?”

“Yeah, I can do that.” Mitsuri shot up and stole to the dingy pot, her eyes shined upon witnessing the rich, golden broth up close. “Wow, this looks amazing!”

“I’m glad you think so, the mountains are harsh but there are plenty of resources if you know where to look. Please, help yourself.”

“Thank you so much! Here, let me get you a bowl as well. Food always tastes better with company after all.”

Mitsuri tried to prepare another bowl for (Y/n) but quickly discovered she only had one. It seemed like the more she looked at the place, the sadder it made her. (Y/n) seemed to notice the sudden downtick in the slayer’s mood and spoke up.

“Hey, I’ve got a tea mug I’ll happily drink from if you don’t mind my bad manners.” She laughed, provoking a smile from Mitsuri.

“Of course I don’t mind.”

They ate the broth and fresh bread together as they made small talk and Mitsuri was having a great time. It was rare to get to know someone she rescued like this and being able to see (Y/n) while the sun had not yet fully disappeared she got an opportunity to have a really good look at her.

Mitsuri’s face heated as (Y/n) laughed at something she said and she silently praised the forces at hand that allowed her to make it to her in time. It felt good, so very rewarding, to know such a beautiful soul’s time was not cut short by a cruel end. She wanted to keep it that way.

“Something on your mind, Kanroji-san?” (Y/n) asked, breaking Mitsuri from her thoughts with a start.

“Oh! I, um, I was just thinking about how good your food is! You know, the village down below was having a festival yesterday. I bet you could sell a lot of what you make really quickly if you set up a stall there.” Mitsuri exclaimed before diving back in.

(Y/n)’s face soured a bit at the thought, though she sighed wistfully and a sad smile crossed her lips.

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” She said before taking another sip from her chipped cup.

“Why don’t you go down to the village, (L/n)-san?” Mitsuri asked, her pastel-green eyes gazed at (Y/n)’s downcast face.

(Y/n) stayed silent for a few moments, debating with herself if it was worth delving into her strife with a girl she had only just met the night before and probably wouldn’t see again. At least, she definitely wouldn’t see her again if she were to explain her situation.

“It’s not something I’d really care to discuss. Sorry.” (Y/n) curtly replied.

“No, I’m sorry,” Mitsuri frowned, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine. It was an innocent question.” (Y/n) assured, giving Mitsuri’s knee a friendly pat before withdrawing once more.

They continued to talk about anything until the sun disappeared and the stars lit up the night sky and the lanterns were lit to illuminate the hut.

Mitsuri needed to go. The Hashira was reluctant but she wasn’t going to leave (Y/n) completely on her own just yet. She told the mountain dweller she’d come back to check on her in three days time, giggling at the girl’s surprise at the declaration. Mitsuri reasoned that (Y/n) would still need help while she recovered and although she was busy with her duties, she couldn’t in good conscious leave (Y/n) completely on her own. Especially when the girl had a tendency to skip out of much needed rest.

Mitsuri filled her rucksack to her heart’s with (Y/n)’s blessing and set off into the night. She hoped to see improvements in (Y/n)’s health when she returned in a few days.

***

The next visit went well. Mitsuri still had to scold (Y/n) for moving about, but she still, albeit a bit guiltily, heartily ate the meals (Y/n) would prepare for her upon her arrival.

Even after (Y/n) had completely healed, Mitsuri didn’t stop visiting. (Y/n) would always laugh when Mitsuri would show up unannounced, joking that feeding Mitsuri was like feeding a stray cat, she’d always come back for more. (Y/n) was happy for the company though. Very happy.

Mitsuri would also bring little things to make (Y/n)’s shack more bearable, starting with an extra set of dishes so they could properly enjoy a meal together. Before long, they considered themselves close enough to be real friends.

One night Mitsuri came by so late, she had awoken (Y/n) when she knocked on the door. (Y/n) let her in and Mitsuri nearly toppled them both over in her exhaustion.

“Hi,” Mitsuri whispered both shyly and with great exhaustion, “sorry for coming by so late. It’s just been a really long night and I think I’m about to crash any minute now. You were the closest to where I was so...”

“You know better than to think you ever need have an excuse to stop by.” (Y/n) lightly scolded. “Come lay down, are you hungry?” She asked, laying the Hashira down on the new futon that Mitsuri had brought for (Y/n) a couple visits prior.

“I could never say no to anything you make.” Mitsuri smiled, causing a prickly heat to swirl over (Y/n)’s cheeks.

(Y/n) heated up her leftovers and presented them to Mitsuri who ate them with the same vigor she would have if it was fresh.

“So good,” she sighed happily, “really, if this is what you can make in this little hut, I would die of happiness to see what you could do in a proper kitchen.”

“You flatter me, Mitsuri.” (Y/n) smiled shyly. It still gave her butterflies to speak to the demon slayer so familiarly, but it was a good feeling.

“I’m serious, (Y/n)!” Mitsuri swore, “I still maintain that I think you would do very well in the village.”

(Y/n) pursed her lips, which Mitsuri noticed straight away and mirrored before fidgeting with the now empty bowl in her hands.

“Are you ready to talk about that yet? It’s alright if you aren’t.” She hesitantly asked.

(Y/n) would be lying to herself if she thought she wasn’t nervous at the prospect of telling Mitsuri her history with the village, but she found herself wanting to share that part of her story with the sweet woman. Mitsuri had never done anything to hurt her, but that’s what made the aspect of sharing so much more frightening. What if Mitsuri became disgusted with her? Accused her of befriending her with alternative motives? But when (Y/n) met her eyes those doubts quieted and she took a deep shutters breath before blowing it all back out in one harsh breath.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to listen? It might be better if you sleep for the night first.”

Mitsuri seemed more alert already, sitting up fully in the bed and giving (Y/n) her full, undivided attention. “No, I can listen! I want to be able to understand you better and support you in anyway I can! Tell me whatever you are comfortable sharing.”

“Okay,” (Y/n) took another breath, taking a moment to decide how to proceed.

“I was born and raised in that valley, actually. My family owns an inn that doubles as a restaurant to boot.”

“That explains a lot.” Mitsuri commented with a small smile, patting at her full stomach. That earned a chuckle and a nod from (Y/n) before she continued.

“Yeah, my mom started teaching me almost as soon as I could stand on my own. She was strict, but with food that good, she was entitled to that attitude. My father took care of the inn side of things and when he wasn’t doing that, he was drinking his weight in saké.” (Y/n) took note of Mitsuri’s concern and patted her hand while flashing her a reassuring half smile.

“It wasn’t ideal, but that was just life. Incredibly, the business didn’t suffer and he never treated us badly so we saw no need to address it. I didn’t know of any other way of life so I was content where I was. Until...”

“Until what, (Y/n)?” Mitsuri cocked her head to the side.

“Until my parents arranged a marriage for me to be wed to the blacksmith’s son. The union would have brought a large sum of money to my family. The whole village seemed to know about it before I did.” (Y/n) chuckled humorlessly and shook her head while Mitsuri listened, holding herself back from jumping in to ask questions.

“They would talk over me about what I’d wear, who would be invited, even as far as when I should bare a child. I felt like everything I thought I knew was crumbling around me. I hadn’t even talked to the blacksmith’s son before. Even now I don’t recall his name. All I knew was that the idea of marrying him terrified me.”

“Did you tell your parents this?” Mitsuri couldn’t help but blurt, her eyebrows had upturned and creased her forehead.

“Yes,” (Y/n)’s eyes shadowed over as she peered down at her lap, “I admit, the middle of town wasn’t the best place to air my reservations, but they wouldn’t listen to me. They would tell me it was just cold feet or that I was overreacting. Then I had finally had it, and two days before the wedding, I screamed at my mother that I didn’t want to be married to some boy I had never talked to and made a big scene.

She had said then, since I was making such a fuss, that I must have been handing myself out to some other boy while her back was turned and it just made me so mad. I told her there was no other boy, that I didn’t want one.” (Y/n) sighed and pressed her head back against the wall.

“I told her that the only people that I had ever thought of marrying were either the grocer’s eldest daughter or the seamstress’ apprentice who had helped me at my fitting the day prior and then my mother slapped me in front of the whole village.”

Mitsuri gasped, covering her mouth. She was no stranger to the disappointment of a parent, but her parents had never laid a hand on her for any of her failed engagements.

“She was disgusted with me and word traveled fast. The blacksmith called off the arrangement, not wanting his son to have anything to do with my... perversions I think he called them. The grocer refused to sell his produce to my family and kept his daughters inside.

My father, once greatly respected, was humiliated by me and shunned by the whole village. He was furious and drunk which made for a very bad combination as you may imagine. I was severely... disciplined and locked away.

Later that night, I could hear him and my mother discussing selling me to a brothel to be trained as a courtesan. Needless to say, once I believed they were asleep I tore through the paper wall of the room I was trapped in and packed up what I could carry before I escaped into the mountains. I’ve been surviving here ever since.”

As (Y/n) finished her story, Mitsuri sniffed loudly and hiccuped, startling (Y/n) from her memories to try to comfort the demon slayer as she cried for her. Mitsuri pulled (Y/n) into her chest with such ferocity that it cracked the poor girl’s spine.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. You didn’t deserve such treatment!” The Hashira blubbered. “It was awful of me to ever suggest you go back to that terrible place devoid of love and compassion.”

(Y/n) struggled to breath and patted Mitsuri’s back. “Don’t be hard on yourself, you didn’t know. It’s okay.”

Getting all of that out there, having someone to listen and not judge her for her tale, it made (Y/n) feel so much lighter. Mitsuri kept her close and rocked their bodies side to side and how was (Y/n) not going to cry when she hadn’t been treated so tenderly since she was little. Before long, they were both sobbing messes in the corner of a dingy shack in the middle of the mountains.

By the time their bout had subsided into the occasional sniffle or the loud, gross honk of mucus being sucked back up someone’s nose, the girls had migrated to spooning on the futon with one of Mitsuri’s arms wrapped securely over (Y/n)’s side while the the other alternated between lightly scratching at the nape of (Y/n)’s neck and between her shoulder blades. The fit on the futon was tight, but neither seemed to mind.

“You know,” (Y/n) sighed, “the night you saved me I was out because there is a cliff that you can see the whole village from. I knew the festival lights would be up and I really wanted to feel the warmth I used to feel at festival season. Figures I’d be attacked by a demon before I even got there.”

“You’re going to make me cry again.” Mitsuri said, her voice coming out a tad nasally because of her stuffy nose.

“I didn’t mean for that to make you sad. I was just going to say I was glad for that night for nothing else other than I got to meet you. Thank you for sticking around, Mitsuri.”

“Now you’re being so sweet I’m gonna cry again!” Mitsuri sniffled, weakly batting at (Y/n) and making her laugh as she apologized.

“I’m glad I met you too,” Mitsuri whispered softly once they calmed down again. Then they finally went to sleep as the sun was rising.

***

“I just— mm! I don’t want her living in that rundown shack anymore. I never did! But now, I think about it all the time and I just can't stand it!” Mitsuri complained to Shinobu as the Insect Pillar tried to concentrate on the medicines she was measuring out.

“I see.” Shinobu answered simply, making a note before giving Mitsuri her full attention, “Well, if she’s as good of a cook as you keep telling me, I’m sure Aoi would be happy for another pair of hands in the kitchens.”

“What?” Mitsuri blinked.

“You know me, Mitsuri. I have a history of taking in young girls who have nowhere to go. I assume that’s why you have been telling me all of this.” Shinobu smiled mischievously, “besides, you make her sound so cute, how could I say no?”

That got a rise out of the Love Hashira.

“You—! You already have a girlfriend!” Mitsuri sputtered her face as pink as her hair at the possibility of Shinobu trying to woo (Y/n). Worse yet, the very real possibility that it would work! Mitsuri knew just how charming Shinobu could be! But thankfully, Shinobu laughed and diffused the state Mitsuri had worked herself into.

“I was only teasing, but she really can live here. I have plenty of room. I just figured you would want to keep her closer. I didn’t realize your estate was operating at full capacity.”

“Wait, say that again.” Mitsuri said, the wheels in her head turning as she tried to work backwards herself.

“(L/n)-san can live here?” Shinobu tried.

“No, after that.”

“I didn’t realize your own estate was running at full capacity. I thought you would want (L/n)-san to live with you.” Shinobu reiterated.

“Ah!” Mitsuri shrieked, making Shinobu wince ever so slightly. Then Mitsuri roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her around a little bit, “You, Kochou Shinobu, are a genius! I can’t believe I hadn’t realized sooner! Thanks for the talk, bye!”

“Take care!” Shinobu saw Mitsuri off, fixing her tousled fringe as she watched the blur of pink, green and white run out of sight around the corner. Deciding she was due for a break, she wandered down the opposite end of the hall to find out what her girlfriend was up to at the moment.

***

By now, Mitsuri knew the mountain like she knew the back for her hand. The delicious scent of sizzling vegetables and meats never hurt either of course. She didn’t even bother to knock before letting herself in.

“I had a feeling you’d come by today.” (Y/n) smiled as she checked over her shoulder, “I’m not sure what it was, but I’m glad it proved true because I definitely made too much food.”

“(Y/n), live with me.” Mitsuri blurted before shyly hiding her face in her hands. How could she ask that so suddenly? Never mind ask, she definitely didn’t even phrase it as a question!

“Huh?” Was all (Y/n) could get out before she forgot how her voice worked.

“Would, would you maybe, possibly consider maybe living with me?” Mitsuri tried again, her voice raised almost to the point of cracking with every word.

“...I wouldn’t want to impose.” (Y/n) nervously replied after a few moments, busying herself by stirring a pot that was in no need of attention.

“You wouldn’t be!” Mitsuri said with more conviction. “I really want you to come with me. I know you are proud of what you have managed to do for yourself, it’s better than anything I could ever make, but the more time passes, I can’t help but hate how you still live in this rundown, rickety, shack that I can clear in four strides!” Mitsuri demonstrated her point by walking from one wall to the other before turning back to (Y/n) with pleading eyes.

“Please, come live with me. I love you and you deserve more than this.”

“La, la, lalala, lov, love... love me?” (Y/n) quickly turned back to her cooking as the fire cracked so loud it made her jump. Why was she acting like this? Mitsuri loved a lot of people, she obviously meant a friendly, platonic kind of love and now she had just made it even more awkward!

But then (Y/n) jolted again when Mitsuri’s strong arms wrapped around her middle and her chin rested against her shoulder. The Hashira hummed an affirmative as she slowly began to rock them side to side. Between the heat of the low fire and the heat of Mitsuri’s front pressed against her back, (Y/n) was sure she was going to pass out.

“Please (Y/n), live with me?” Mitsuri asked softly. She kissed (Y/n)’s jaw as she moved.

“?!??!!” (Y/n) short circuited, lost in Mitsuri’s softness. Mitsuri merely giggled and rested another to (Y/n)’s cheek, then her ear, her temple, until—

“Oh dear!” Mitsuri gasped as (Y/n) fell limp in her arms. “(Y/n), are you alright? Are you sick? Why didn’t you say something? You shouldn’t be up!”

“I, I’m not sick,” (Y/n) mumbled, smoke rolling off of her like a steam boat, “It’s just a lot of touching that I’m not really used to yet.”

“Oh! Should I stop?”

“Gods no.” (Y/n) sighed and gripped onto Mitsuri’s haori so she couldn’t back away.

Mitsuri beamed brightly before resting a kiss over (Y/n)’s forehead and rubbed her back. “Come with me?” She asked again.

“I’d follow you to the bottom of the ocean if you asked.” (Y/n)’s eyes slipped shut as she enjoyed Mitsuri’s scattered kisses.

“Great! I can’t wait for you to meet all my friends! Iguro-san and Kabumaru will love you, Kyoujirou-san too! He’ll love your cooking. Just watch out for Shinobu though, she’s flirty.”

“Okay, I’ll stay vigilant.” (Y/n) laughed.

“Good girl,” Mitsuri nodded, “now let’s pack up all that you hold dear. We should be able to make it to my estate by dinner.”

“Yes, ma’am.” (Y/n) nodded excitedly in return. She took the little pail of water from the floor and doused the low flame, “maybe you’d like lunch first though? I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

“Yes! Lunch first and then the beginning of the rest of our lives!” Mitsuri amended, skipping over to the meal (Y/n) had prepared.

As they are together (Y/n) couldn’t help but grin. Mitsuri was right, food really did taste better when sharing it with people you love. The kisses and nuzzles throughout the meal didn’t hurt either.

[the-little-shadow]

Beautiful, My Beautiful Lady.

Cold anon : Hello there sleepyhead, just wanna ask - do you take some request about writing too? If yes, could you do Donna x Servant(male) reader with a song that i do adore by mindy gledhill? If not - then please ignore this request!

I hope you have a great day or night! -Cold Anon.

Sleepyhead : Hello there -i finally have my personal Anon- and yes, i could do it for you so no need to be shy to request something! Though it'll take some time since i'm still a college student- i hope you like it!

A/N : the reader has telekinesis-

Summary: Donna sings to herself as the reader leaves the house to buy some groceries from Duke. The song contains Donna's feelings for the reader and she doesn't realize that the reader hears the song she sings. Can Donna explain the truth to the reader? In particular, can the reader accept Donna's feelings?

Seeing that it had snowed and the temperature was starting to get colder, [Y/N] took the coat that was hanging and put it on neatly. [Y/N] didn't forget to also wear a scarf Donna made. Taking a deep breath, the [colour] eyes immediately turned towards to the hanging mirror. A gentle smile slowly etched on his face, [Y/N] was so happy that he finally got to wear the scarf that was so precious to him.

Angie, the doll, notice this. She immediately got off the chair and approached [Y/N]. "Where do you want to go?" she asked, tilting her head. "Ah, Angie. I just wanted to buy some things from the Duke - we are run out of groceries. Can you tell Lady Beneviento that I'll be back soon?" Angie's attention immediately turned to the window showing the snowy season outside, she looked back at [Y/N]. Quickly, the doll hugged [Y/N]'s pants tightly making [Y/N] flinch slightly.

"Then come back soon, okay? It's so cold outside, Donna and I don't want you to get sick, even worse, a high fever like that time."

[Y/N] softened his gaze then he squatted down and patted Angie's head lightly, "I promise, I won't be long." After reassuring the doll, [Y/N] stood back up and started to grip the doorknob. "I'm sure of that." Angie watched his figure leave their house and closed the door so the temperature inside the house wouldn't get colder.

Not wanting to make the Dollmaker wait long, Angie immediately went to Donna's room. She opened the door and saw the owner of the house was now sewing clothes for other dolls. "Mother! Father said he was going away for a while to buy some things from the Duke, he promised he would be back soon." Angie told Donna as she walked over to her.

"Is that so? he'd better keep his word." Donna replied, she looked at Angie then motioned herself to sit on her lap. "Father also wears a scarf that Mother made for him. He looks very handsome when he wears it." She exclaimed happily, both of Donna's cheeks blushed as she imagined the man wearing the scarf she had made.

"Angie, please. Stop calling him Father. He's not my lover nor husband-"

"-Yet. He's going to be MY Father soon."

Donna couldn't help but sigh when Angie said that, she immediately finished her work for hours and then she went to the main room with Angie in her arms. She looked at the painting of herself and Angie with the man, a gentle smile she could see on [Y/N]'s handsome face. The man's presence made her life shine brighter again, Donna was really grateful for that.

She slowly hummed then she began to sing, "everything you do it sends me,"

She put Angie on the chair and took a photo of [Y/N] which was on the table. "higher than the moon with every twinkle in your eyes,"

She started to circle around the table while looking at [Y/N]'s photo, "you strike a match that lights my heart on fire-"

Hearing this, Angie immediately panicked, "Mother - Are you okay!?" Donna looked at Angie and then she reassured her doll that she was fine. "When you're near i hide my blushing face and trip on my shoelaces" Angie just rolled her eyes and let Donna continue singing.

"Grace just isn't my forte- but it brings me to my knees when you say,"

The Dollmaker put the man's photo frame back and poured the tea into her cup "hello, how are you, my darling, today?"

After pouring tea into each cup, Donna took her seat and held hers, "i fall into a pile on the floor, puppy love is hard to ignore."

Donna turned her attention to the man's photo frame "when every little thing you do i do.. Adore." Then she put on her sad smile on her delicate face. With that, Donna sipped her tea with a calm and messy feeling.

"... lady Beneviento?"

Donna's eye widened when she heard her servant's voice, Angie immediately look at her Mother's back and saw [Y/N] is now standing in front of the door with blush on his cheeks. "Ohoho~ he's already back Mother- you better confess or this awkward atmosphere will engulf the two of you, Welcome back! Come join us, [Y/N]!!" The man putting all the supplies and groceries on the near table and then he slowly walked up to his Lady and Angie. Donna didn't utter a single word since she's too busy thinking that 'did her servant listen to everything she just sing?' She's really afraid to see [Y/N]'s expression right now.

"What are waiting for? Come, sit down next to Donna!" Angie invited the man and making him sit next to the head of the house Beneviento. And nope, no words are coming out of the Lady's mouth nor the servant's mouth.

Silence engulf the room, Angie roll her eyes as she cross her wooden arms, "Okay, quick question; [Y/N]!"

"Y-Yes..!?"

"Did you hear the song? The song that Donna just sing?" She question while tilting her head, The man hesitately nod his head and lower his head, "i'm sorry if that's.. Uncomfortable for you, Lady Beneviento." The servant apologize to his lady immediately, Donna sighs in relief, "No need to apologize, [Y/N]. Just-.. Don't tell the other lords that i-i.. I could sing, because it'll be embarassing.."

"Of course, i will never bring it up unless you want me to, my lady."

Once again, Silence engulf the three of them. Angie decide to break the boring silence, "Did you hear the i do adore part, [Y/N]?" She ask again - making Donna roll her eye behind her long black veil.

"Yes, Angie." he answered as he try to stay calm. "Then... What do you think about it?" He raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Pardon?" Angie giggles at this and then she bounced in her sit, "about Donna that she adore you silly!"

His face immediately turn red as tomato then he turned his attention away from the doll while clear his throat. "Well... It's an honor for me if lady Beneviento adore-" before he finish his sentence, Angie cut him off "in romantic way! Not platonic or something like that!" his eyes widened after hearing her statement.

"Angie!" Donna exclaimed at her precious doll, Angie just keep grinning to herself

"Well.. About that i-" he pause himself, not sure about to answer. Donna look at her servant in hopeful way, believing him that he would not leave her and Angie like the others did for years.

The man served Donna with respect, no yelling or protest from him, he always waited and remained patient to get other instructions from Donna, he also understood the problems Donna had experienced.

He is Kind, Understanding, Generous, Gentle and very Polite. How could Donna not fall in love with him- let alone the girls in the village?

Donna stayed silent; clearly not focus on her servant and her doll talking. Until Angie gently shake her shoulder, "Donna? Donna are you okay?" the woman glance at her doll behind her long black veil and nod her head, gesturing to continue.

Instead of talking, Angie immediately laughed and leave the room while giving the servant thumbs up. Donna is confused, why is she suddenly leave the room - especially alone with the man she adored so much?

Without wasting any time, [Y/N] got up from his seat and walk over to the lady then knelt down while gently grab her delicate hands. "Lady Beneviento i-.. Honestly, i adore you too. I adore you with all my heart. I don't care what the other say about this, i don't want to believe their words or the negative comments about you."

He can feel that Donna's hands are shaking when he keep holding it and tell her everything about how he felt towards her. "I-is it true? That you adore me too?" Donna ask her servant while trembling - then a smile that she loved so much is already on his face, "of course, i adore you so much. That's why, i would do anything for you and there will be question when you're going order me to do it." he answered while puffing his chest like a happy kiddo.

Donna chuckled then shook her head, slowly the chuckle turned into soft sobs. [Y/N] immediately gave her a comfortable and warm hug; waited until Donna calmed down.

"I-i'm sorry.. I just- i'm so happy right now.." The dollmaker tried to explain but cut off by her servant, "i understand, i'm also happy too when you adored me since...?" "since you take care of me when i'm sick." "ah yes, that one year ago. Wait, For that long!? Now i feel really bad for not notice this sooner."

Donna put her hand on his shoulder, "please, don't be. I understand that some feelings are blooming with a long time. Well, mine is already bloom in front of you.." [Y/N] chuckled at her then stare at the veil with curiousness. When Donna notice the stare he immediately avert his gaze to somewhere else and then slowly stood up. "I almost forgot that i have something for you, Lady Beneviento-". "Please, call me Donna, [Y/N]."

‘Donna? So Donna Beneviento is her full name? What a beautiful name for a percious yet fragile lady like her..’

He smiled at her and then nod his head, [Y/N] gp to the bag full of groceries he just buy and then he take a small white box from the bag. He look at Donna with full of admiration and Happiness then he showed her the gift. "For you, My lady."

Donna take the small white box and open it, she gasp when she saw a beautiful diamond ring that shine like the moonlight she loved so much. "This ring.. It's very beautiful, how much for a beautiful ring is this?" she ask while examining the ring with carefully.

[Y/N] shrugged at the question, "1000 lei - it's not that much-" "1000 lei?! [Y/N], this ring is very expensive and you-.. You buy it with your own money just to give it to.. A disgusting woman l-like me?"

[Y/N] frown at this and then shook his head, "why would you say something like that? I don't adore an ugly woman; because i believe that every women in this world are beautiful, especially you, My Lady." Donna keep silent as she fight for herself to not let a single tear fall again. Even though [Y/N] couldn't see it behind her veil.

There's silence for a moment, until [Y/N] ask her a permission that she will not let everyone touch it. "May i?" he ask while gestures to her veil, she is debating with her mind and her heart is beating uncontrolable. With that, she decide to let him - to show him her true face.

But before he take off her veil, Donna felt that his hand gave her a comfort squeeze and let her calm herself down again. Minutes has passed, Donna nod her so her servant can finally lift her veil.

And when he did, the massive growth of flesh that overtook the woman's right side of her face - completely replacing her right eye is what he sees. [Y/N]'s eyes widened at his lady's face -the horror and fear in Donna's eye- before she's rambling about negative things about herself, [Y/N] immediately shut her with a sudden hug again. Letting her tears flow on his chest. Donna hug him tight for her dear life.

[Y/N] whispers something to comfort her and rub her back gently, he even kiss her forehead - not carring about the massive flesh. He wiped her tears and then smile softly at her, his gaze making Donna's heart melt with joy. The way he look at her is his reply, he accept her. Everything about her.

‘and i still adore you so much.’

“Beautiful, My Beautiful Lady.” he whispers while cupping her pale cheek, and then when they are about to close the gap between the two of them - Angie barged in the room while screaming, "AAAAA DONNA SAVE ME FROM THOSE BEES!!" She jumped on her lap and hug her tightly as she buried her face on donna's neck.

[Y/N] snapped his fingers and the entrance was instantly closed before the bees entered the Beneviento estate. Their attention turn to [Y/N] who is smiling happily after shutting the door closed without touching it. "The bees won't harm you anymore-"

"YOU-.. YOU'RE A TELEKINESIS JUST LIKE THAT METAL HIMBO BRAIN ROT!?" Angie ask [Y/N] with eagerness as she sat on his lap instead of Donna's.

"I don't know who are you talking about but yes, i'm a telekinesis." [Y/N] answered while pat her head and still hold Donna's hand as if there was nothing happened after seeing her true face. "So... Did i ruined the moment?" Angie asks with her smug face, "well, a little bit." [Y/N] answer her, He can feel that Donna held his hand and give him a tiny squeeze.

"Ohoho~ alright alright! I won't bother you two and i'll close my eyes!" With that, she immediately closed her eyes with her wooden hands as she keep giggling.

Donna roll her eye and then she glance at her soon-to-be lover, [Y/N] grinned at her then take her veil off slowly that showing her black silky hair with a small bun behind it, he smiled at her and then cupped her pale cheek.

"When every little thing you do, i do adore."

Donna smiled shyly at him and close the gap between the two of them - to make it official about their feelings and their relationship.

"Now finally; i have my own father!"

"Angie- "

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[comfortwriting]

Privacy - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompts

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Prompt 48: He pressed his lips against yours, you kissed back and your hands tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt. 

Prompt 50: “shhh...” he whispered “be quiet, you don’t want your parents finding us”

Requested/About: The reader invites her boyfriend of over a year, Fred, to come over for dinner and to spend the night at her parents house as they are eager to meet him. Throughout his stay under her parents roof, Y/N and Fred become sexually frustrated due to their lack of intimacy; causing Fred to take matters into his own hands. 

Warnings: 18+! detailed smut, swearing, vulgar language, fingering, oral female receiving, penetrative sex, mention of food and eating. 

Y/D/N = your dads name, Y/M/N = your mums name (if like me, you have no parents, include whoever is your guardian or any names you like!)

Your dad finished up helping your mum cook dinner in the hazy kitchen, popping the trays into the oven and slamming the door shut before more air could escape into the already scorching room, you could tear the two of them giggling, chatting amongst themselves and dancing along to the radio.

Biting your lip and staring at your reflection in the mirror, you raised your tartan skirt, rolling it up so your upper thigh would get more notice, even if you were wearing sheer black tights underneath.

Dating Fred Weasley for over a year definitely has its perks - his family became your family, the burrow became your second home where you were welcome to stop by and stay over whenever you liked, Fred’s skiving Snack boxes helped you get out of things you didn’t want to do at work, and around the house, Fred is incredibly romantic, taking you out on the most fun dates around Diagon Alley, and your sex life... well, it’s nothing short of steamy or adventurous.

You could feel your heart flutter, the hairs standing up on the back of your neck, pacing around your bedroom you hurried over to your bed and straightened out the covers and brushing over the tiniest creases. You straightened your picture frames, you and Fred in fits of laughter in your hand-me-down robes and darted around the room doublechecking for the tiniest specks of dust.

“Y/N!” your mum called up, now standing at the bottom of the stairs “he’s walking up the driveway!”

Almost jumping out of your skin, you went back to the mirror and quickly fixed your hair one last time, checking how minty your breath was from the mouthwash and sprinted down the stairs, almost sliding down the last few steps.

Your dad walked out of the hazy kitchen and into the hallway, wrapping his arm around your mum's waist, chuckling at you going red in the face.

“Roll that skirt down!” Your dad called out, pointing at your tartan skirt.

“Oh leave her alone!” your mother defended you “she isn’t a kid anymore”

“you’d think she’s off to a concert dressed like that!”

“Please don’t embarrass me” you warned them quietly under your breath, your back facing the door, slowly and grudgingly pulling your skirt down by the smallest inch.

Y/D/N raised his eyebrows “You know we wouldn’t, but the rifle is under the stairs-”

Y/M/N slapped him playfully and tutted, scolding him “behave, will you!”

“Dad!”

Fred’s footsteps crumbled as he walked over the stones, standing in front of the door, and knocking three times.

You stood there and glared at your dad who kept nodding his head towards where he kept his rifle.

“Don’t you dare!” You hissed at him, starting to regret taking up your parents offer for this evening.

“Answer the bloody door then!”

You sighed and turned around, facing the large wooden front door, taking a deep breath, you opened it, coming face to face with the man of your dreams.

His windswept ginger hair made him look like he had fought against the wind whilst walking up the worlds steepest hill and his beautiful brown eyes twinkled as they poured into yours. His tartan jumper matching your skirt.

“Hello, love,” he said softly, pulling you into a tight hug.

You rested your arms on his shoulders and brought them around the back of his neck, nuzzling your face into his warmth, the scent of fresh-baked bread and cinnamon engulfing you - making you wish you could apparate to the burrow without worrying your muggle parents.

“So you must be Fred Weasley” your father called out, letting go of your mother and walking towards Fred.

You and Fred pulled away from each other, you stood by his side, taking his bag and hanging it up on the peg beside the door next to your coat.

“Yes, sir” Fred replied, swallowing hard whilst trying to smile, holding out his hand.

Your father smiled and shook his hand “well, it’s lovely to meet you, Fred, I’m Y/D/N” he gestured over to your mother “and this is my wife, Y/M/N.”

After the slightly awkward, but better than expected introduction, Fred helped your father set the table and explaining the products he created and sells at his joke shop whilst you helped your mum plate up the food.

“He seems absolutely lovely!” your mum beamed, tipping more broccoli, carrots, and cauliflower onto the plates.

You smiled, picking up your plate and Fred’s “yeah, he’s amazing” you blushed “I love him.”

Following your mother into the dining room, you set Fred’s plate down on the placemat and then the same with yours next to him, your mother set the other two plates down and went back into the kitchen to fetch out the gravy and seasonings.

“If you allowed me to do magic the table would have been set within seconds” you huffed, as Fred pulled out your chair.

“When you live in your own house” your father started, sitting down “you can do what you like, but under this roof, you’ll be a - what's the word?” your father looked over at Fred.

“Uh, Muggle,” Fred replied, staring at your arse.

You sat down, Fred pushing in your chair before getting sat down, your mother finally placing everything on the table and opening a bottle of wine, pouring a glass for herself and her husband.

“ah, yes, but under this roof you’ll be a muggle like me and your mother” Your father lifted up his wine glass, thanking his wife and took a sip.

“I’m muggle-born” you sighed, picking up your knife and fork.

“Let’s not dive into this topic yet again!” your mother interrupted cheerfully, pouring gravy over her chicken.

Your father put down his glass of wine, licking the residue away that sat his lips “Fred” he lifted up the wine bottle “would you like a glass?”

Fred shook his head, cutting into the chicken and stabbing it with his fork “no thank you, I’m fine with my water” he smiled, taking a bite of his food.

Dinner went well, and again, better than expected. Fred laughed at your fathers terrible and cringe jokes whilst you and your mother pulled sour faces and reminded him about table manners, but Fred encouraged him even more, winning his approval.

Whilst your parents got caught up in their own discussions when resting, or with empty plates, you and Fred exchanged cheeky glances, his eyes travelling up your skirt which you made sure to roll back up before sitting down. Your hand sneakily rested on Fred’s thigh, slowly moving closer and closer to his crotch, making him almost choke on his sweetcorn and bash his knee under the table as he jolted.

“You’re a bloody tease” Fred muttered under his breath, helping you wash up “doing that to me and giving me a semi under the table.”

You smirked and placed the last plate on the drying rack, turning around to face him as you leaned against the kitchen worktops, the tiny puddles of soapy water that jumped out of the almost-overflowing sink seeped into the back of your skirt.

“I was only saying hello” you grinned, as Fred dried his hands and stood in front of you, placing his hands at either side of you, trapping you underneath him.

“Fancy giving me a speech?” he smirked back, his voice low.

You bit your lip and blushed, Fred leaned down to kiss you, his tongue dragging over your lips for entrance, making you both feel excited. Granting him access, your tongue and Fred’s fought for dominance, one of his hands now running up your inner thigh.

“Do you two need a hand?” Your mum called out, walking over to the kitchen door and opening it.

You quickly pushed Fred away from you and pulled the soapy, gravy cup off the drying wrack, scooping up water from the sink and throwing it over Fred, drenching him before he had a moment to realise what was happening.

The kitchen door swung open, warm, soapy water covered the kitchen floor and Fred’s jumper, your mother stood in the doorway, her mouth hanging open. Fred stood against the fridge, rubbing his eyes, you were stood sharing glances with both your mum and Fred whilst you gripped onto the gravy cup.

“Y/N! What have you done to the floor?! and look at Fred, he’s drenched!”

“We got carried away” Fred covered for you “I’m sorry Y/M/N, we’ll get it cleaned up.”

Y/M/N smiled and your boyfriend, calming down, “Oh don’t be silly! you don’t need to clean this mess” she replied sweetly “get that jumper off, I’ll pop it on the maiden to dry.”

Fred pulled off his wet tartan jumper, the butterflies inside of you fluttering around at the sight of his muscles busting through his short-sleeved t-shirt, you clamped your legs together at the knee.

Fred passed his jumper to your mum “thank you” he said softly.

“Get this cleaned up” your mother ordered “come into the living room with us Fred, a really good film is meant to be coming on at any minute now.” she walked out of the kitchen.

Fred followed behind slowly, piercing you with his eyes, “you’re in for it” he whispered, shutting the kitchen door behind him.

Biting your lip and sighing, you could feel the butterflies in your crotch, making you squeeze your legs together even tighter, swearing under your breath you grabbed the cloths and started to clean up.

Sitting between your dad and Fred, your eyes were glued to your boyfriend’s veiny arms and hands, he kept tensing and bunching his hands into fists on purpose, knowing you were watching and couldn’t do a thing about it. All the while, Fred continued to risk glances up your tartan skirt, getting a peek of your lace red thong.

Fred could feel his cock harden in his trousers, he shifted on the sofa and blocked his hard-on from view with his hands, noticing Fred hiding away, you also shuffled on the sofa which pulled back your skirt, exposing more of your inner thighs and your thong.

His eyes travelled up your legs with desperation and his breathing went got heavier, his cock getting even harder, his large length becoming harder to hide and painful to ignore, you smirked at him and focused on the television, not understanding the movie your parents were so hooked on.

“I think I’m going to call it a night” Fred announced quickly, almost stumbling over his words, standing up and retrieving his no longer wet but now damp jumper, which he used to cover up his hard-on.

“Yeah, me too” you forced a yawn, stretching out before standing up next to Fred and linking arms with him.

“Are you sure?” your dad protested “the film is nearly over”

Fred could feel his cock pulsate, he squeezed onto his jumper in frustration “I’m sure, too much telly can make us Wizards feel a bit dizzy” he lied, walking over to the door.

“Oh gosh!” your mum panicked, trying to get out of her seat, almost knocking over her wine glass “will you be alright-”

“I’ll look after him, he’ll be fine” you replied, pushing Fred through the door and out into the hallway “goodnight!”

Unlinking arms with Fred, you giggled and bolted up the stairs, Fred chasing after you and breaking into your bedroom. Shutting the door behind him, Fred threw his jumper onto your bed and leant against the door, his eyes staring you down as he walked over to you, backing you up against your study desk.

“I told you, you’re in for it” he growled.

Lifting you up and sitting you down on the desk, Fred spread your legs open with his hands, the veins in them bulging as he stood between them. He pressed his lips against yours, you kissed back and your hands tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt. Fred smirked against your lips and pulled off his t-shirt, giving you an eyeful of his muscles, his big, hard cock poking through his trousers.

Breaking away from the kiss, leaving your lips red and coated in his saliva, Fred started to undo his trousers and dropped them to the floor, standing out of them he kicked them across the floor, leaving him in his boxers and you still fully dressed. Fred sucked on his index and middle finger, spitting down them as he approached your wet cunt, his two wet fingers now sliding underneath your thong and brushing against your sensitive and swollen clit.

You gasped out and let a little airy moan spill from your lips, causing Fred to smirk and bite his lip, hooking your thong with his fingers as he dragged them down your legs and throwing them beside his trousers. Fred’s two fingers lined up against your tight hole and pushed inside of you, your cunt engulfing him in warmth and your walls tightening around his fingers.

His long fingers pumped inside and out of you, slow at first and then picking up in speed as you got used to him, you pulled off your top and dropped it on the floor, your breasts desperate to be let free from your matching lace, red bra. Your quiet moans and facial expressions encouraged Fred to pull down his boxers with his free hand and take hold of his hard cock at the base of his shaft, as he started to pump his cock, the built-up precum spilling out onto the head.

Fred licked his soft lips and dived down in between your legs and under your skirt, continuing to finger fuck you, Fred stuck out his tongue and swirled it around your clit in circular motions, sucking on it every now and then before licking in a different direction - this time slowly dragging his tongue up and down as you came undone.

The feeling of his fingers stretching you out as he added a third finger and his tongue exploring you sent waves of pleasure down your spine and expanded throughout your insides, your moans continued to spill from your delicate, kiss hungry lips, louder and louder.

Fred groaned against your pussy, the vibrations from his voice pushing you closer to the edge.

“Freddie!” You yelped out in pleasure, lolling your head back and scrunching your eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of his long fingers and wet tongue.

Fred pulled away and stopped eating your cunt, causing you to open your eyes and look down at his head and eyes peeking up from under your tartan skirt which you wanted nothing more than to rip off.

“Shhh...” he whispered “be quiet, you don’t want your parents finding us”

“mph” you moaned softly “but I want you so bad, Freddie, we can put a silencing charm on the-”

Fred withdrew his fingers, making you feel empty and sucked your juices off his fingers, he stood up and lifted you in his arms, walking you over to the bed, laying you down gently, climbing on top of you.

“You know we’re not allowed to do magic under this roof, sweetheart” Fred reminded you, his voice low and deep, his soft lips peppering your neck with kisses whilst his hands sneaked around your back, unclipping your bra.

“I promise I’ll be quiet” you whispered, looking over to the door as Fred pulled off your bra, your hands now pulling down your skirt, Fred dragging it down your legs and tossing it on the floor.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep” Fred smirked, continuing to touch himself over the sight of your wet cunt.

You pulled out a condom you hid under your pillow earlier in the day, handing it to Fred so he could put it on as you grabbed the lube. Fred rolled the condom over his large length, squeezing away the bubble at the tip of his cock.

You squeezed out the lube into the palm of your hand and across your four fingers, spreading it all over Fred’s length as you took him in your hand, toying with him gently before you pulled your hand away and spread the excess lube across your entrance, fingering yourself teasingly, watching your boyfriend thirst for you.

Fred got on his knees and beckoned you over to him with his two fingers, you crawled over to him as he held onto your waist as you sat down slowly on his large length, your mouth forming an O shape, moans escaping your lips and his. Fred spread his knees apart and slowly placed both of your legs on his shoulders, so the back of your thighs were against his chest, his hard cock pushing deeper inside of you - his hands holding you over your ribs just above your waist.

“I’m so fucking deep inside you” he groaned, his cock brushing against your G-Spot.

You nodded and moaned out as he started to buck his hips and bounce up and down on your bed, “I can feel you in my tummy, Freddie.”

“Good, that’s my baby girl.” he grunted.

Continuing to bounce and buck his hips, Fred’s cock slid deeper and deeper inside of you, hitting your G-Spot over and over, your quiet moans flowing from your mouth like water from the kitchen tap. Your ample breasts bouncing up and down, your hair tousled like Fred’s, the veins in his body looking like bolts of lightning.

The very sight of him edged you closer and closer to reaching the beginning of your climax, your walls continuing to tighten around Fred’s pulsating cock, squeezing him whilst he stretched you out, your lower abdomen starting to tense up.

“The sight of you makes me want to cum” Fred grunted again, beads of sweat across his forehead and chest glistened in the moonlight that pierced through your bedroom window.

Your cheeks were red and hot, your legs rattling on his shoulders, your toes curling, your head lolling back, exposing your soft neck.

“I’m getting close” you breathed out softly, biting down on your lip to restrict your moans from becoming too loud, hearing footsteps pass outside your door.

Fred stopped for a moment, waiting for your parent's footsteps to die down as they went to bed, you whined at your orgasm slowly drift away from you, until as soon as your parent’s bedroom door closed, Fred, started to pound you, fast, deep, and hard.

“Fucking cum for me, Y/N” Fred panted “I can feel myself getting close too.”

The sound of Fred slamming into you filled your bedroom, his groans and your moans pushing one another closer and closer to the edge, your walls clamping around Fred’s cock so unbelievably tight causing him to twitch inside of you - his fingernails digging into your sides whilst you left scratches down his strong arms.

The pressure building up and suddenly bursting, Fred’s name escaping your mouth quite loudly as your cum gushed down his length, Fred’s sperm shot into the tip of the condom as he thrust himself deep inside of you, his cum pooling slowly into a puddle.

Both of your chests elevating and deflating with mismatched panting and gasping for breath, Fred slowly helped you get your legs off his shoulders and slowly pulled out, laying you down against the cool bedsheets before taking off and binning his filled condom.

Laying down next to you, both of you drenched in sweat, feeling as if you had completed a marathon, he reached out for your shaky hand, holding it in his as he planted a kiss against it.

“I think it’s funny that” Fred spoke out slowly, catching his breath “it’s easier for us to have sex at mine when the home is full of family, and friends”

You broke out into a light laugh and shook your head “yeah” you replied, breathless, “muggle parents are cock blocks”

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[malfoys-demigod]

Curious - Draco Malfoy x Reader

*redoing it again because i accidentally deleted the text

requested by the lovely @the--queen-of-hell​ request: So imagine Draco coming to visit you in your room, but just as he's about to knock on the door, he hears voices inside the room so he realizes you're not alone. You had invited your friends over (let's say Hermione and Ron are there keeping you company). Draco hears that they're both asking you and talking about HIM, so he stays a little bit longer, curious what you have to say. And they ask if Draco is in any way horrible to you, if he's mean to you. But you actually get overly defensive for your boyfriend. You tell them that they will never know him like you do, and that he's extremely sweet, and lovely. That no body really gives him a real chance, that  he deserves love and comfort as everyone else... So, time passes and you go out of your room and think about visiting draco, since you haven't seen him all day. You knock on his door, and once he opens it, he just pulls you in for a deep, but soft kiss. And then he pulls over and holds you in his embrace, then he whispers something like "thank you so much, for being in my life... for being by my side, always" fasjfklsmflksfj ;_;

It was a beautiful Saturday morning in Hogwarts. The sun was shining, the air was breezy, it was a sweater weather, and it was a beautiful day for Draco to take you on another date at Hogsmeade. 

The two of you officially showed the world that you two were a couple during the first weeks of the current school year. Sparks only started flying during the summer before the school year. His family and yours being close ties with each other decided to travel over the summer together. Being the only teenagers during the whole trip leads you to getting to know each other. 

With each quiet walk at night together or sitting together during meal times or trips to destinations, it showed that you started taking an interest in each other and later on fancying each other. It only took that very special night to finally express your love for each other. 

During one of those free days your parents had given you during the trip, Draco asked permission from both families if he could take you somewhere else for the day, including the night. During the day, he didn’t schedule any tours or guides for the day - no, he knew you wanted a free day wherein there were no tour guides or following authorities around. He found a nice garden for the two of you to walk around and lay on the grass and talk about literally anything. He opened up so much with you that you realized that he wasn’t exactly the resident bad boy of Hogwarts. He was a kind and loving person just like anyone else. For the night, oh, you were really lucky you wore something formal enough because this man booked two seats at one of the most fanciest places in the city you were visiting. Your table being in a secluded place gave him the privacy to start expressing his love for you, asking if you would like to take the relationship to the next level. Without thinking about it, you nodded, telling him you felt the same way. 

Now that school started, you both showed the world that you two were a thing. With holding hands, to small kisses around people, it told them that you, Y/N Y/L/N, were madly in love with Draco Lucius Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, that everyone either despised him or were scared of him.

Of course half the school had the opposite thoughts that you were hoping not to hear. But you didn’t care and neither did Draco. It wasn’t their problem and they couldn’t manage to break you two up. Draco would personally have his father hear about any issues involving his son’s life and his girlfriend’s. You were technically family to the Malfoy’s already so Lucius would be willing to stand up for you. 

As it was a beautiful Saturday in Hogwarts, you got dressed up, enhanced your appearance, and began styling your hair. Placing the finishing touches to your appearance, you heard two knocks from the door. Assuming it was Draco picking you up earlier than expected, you started rushing your touches a little bit. “Hold on, Draco, just finishing a few touches to my appearance.”

Expecting to hear Draco come up with a way to compliment you, you were replied with a different voice which stunned you a little bit. “Oh, it’s not Draco,” said a feminine voice, “It’s Hermione.”

“Hermione?” you asked with curiosity. 

“Yes, along with Harry and Ron.”

All your final touches came to an end when you started walking up slowly to open the door to three slightly uncomfortable students in your year. The Golden Trio weren’t exactly the closest to you. Sure, you had moments where you’d talk to them, ask them how it’s going, and casually walk with them in Hogsmeade but not close enough to be an honorary member and tag along in their activities. So, it was a little uncomfortable for you to have them in your room as well. Nevertheless, you opened the door wide, and motioned for them to come in. 

“Have a seat anywhere.” you welcomed them in. 

“Thanks.” they all said in sync. 

“You look nice.” Hermione spoke, “Going somewhere?”

“Yeah, Hogsmeade, with Draco. But it’s a tad bit early so I’m not leaving yet.”

“Excellent, because we were hoping to talk to you.” Harry said. He stood up from your chair and walked toward you slowly. He looked unsure of his actions but wanted to show you the level of importance of the conversation. 

At the same time, Draco was walking towards your door, but quickly enough to hear a familiar voice just speak from your room. Thinking it was coming from the other room, he ignored it, but that voice… it was masculine, and really familiar. He slowly placed his ear on the door and started listening. 

On the other side of the door, you started speaking again. 

“Oh. Well, what is it Harry?”

Harry? Draco was angrily confused to hear Harry Potter in your room. Thinking it was just him and you alone, he was right about to storm in and scold Harry until another voice spoke. 

“It’s about Draco!” Hermione said, rolling her eyes at Harry who took a mere three seconds to say his enemy’s name. “We wanted to talk to you about your relationship with Draco.” 

“Oh,” you crossed your arms, “What about him and I?” you started sounding upset as you were quite aware of their standings with him. “I suppose you’re going to tell me how awful it is to be with him and that I should break up with him, don’t you?”

Hermione gave pitiful eyes as she thought you were reading a bit of her mind. She walked towards you and placed her hands on your shoulders and sighed. “We just want to know if he’s any way horrible to you, Y/N. This is Draco we’re talking about, he’s been nothing but vile and cruel to everyone in Hogwarts.”

“Yeah, and we’re just surprised that you wanted to date the most bloody evit git in school. Is it some arranged thing your parents have going on with his? We can help get you out of it.” Ron added. 

Hearing all this monstrosity, Draco decided to put your relationship with him to the test and stay, as he was curious to what you would say next. He trusted you of course but he just wanted to hear your comments about this without him being exactly there. 

Upset, you threw Hermione’s hands off your shoulders and jumped a step back from her, resulting in her doing the same thing. “Merlin’s beard!” you screamed. “You just never give him a chance, do you?”

“I-I don’t follow, Y/N.” Harry terrifyingly spoke. 

“Being with Draco has been the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. You actually don’t know how much of an extremely loving, caring, and sweet person he can actually be because you always throw fights and awful things to him the second you see him. You know, when I first had the chance to interact with him last summer, I wasn’t even hesitant of avoiding him because I actually sensed that underneath his black suit, he was a great person to know more of and I’m lucky that I didn’t treat him the way you guys do because you know, people want to be treated the way they treat people. If I wanted respect, I gave him respect. He deserves love and comfort like anyone else in this entire world and I’m glad to be filling that empty part of his life that he’s been craving for.”

Right after your triumphant speech, Draco quickly rushed all the way to his dorm because as a matter of fact, he was starting to tear up and what better way to hide his softness from the entire school body than run back to his room to hopefully stop crying. But he couldn’t. It was really difficult for him to because throughout his entire life, he has never had somebody like you to defend him as a person. He really couldn’t believe he finally had someone like you in his life. If people knew how soft he was, he could have opened the door and started crying on his knees, telling you how much he loves you. But the stupid golden trio just had to be there, he thought. 

“Oh,” Harry said. “Well, that was a surprise.”

“Yeah, he totally didn’t give her amortentia.” Ron joked, which only resulted in Hermione and you looking at him deadly. “What?” he innocently asked. 

“I’m really sorry I had to lash out that way. It’s just-”

“No, we get it,” Hermione said, “I’m really glad he has someone. Maybe he can actually soften up in school. I hope you can keep it that way.” she smiled. 

“Believe me, he’s really a soft person. But I think I can foresee him softening up in school, you just have to be around to see it.” you joked. 

“Excellent, truly. You have to stay with him, Y/N, we’re counting on you to see a changed Malfoy over the years.” Harry smiled, giving you a small pat on the shoulder. 

“Bet he’ll actually call you a friend by the end of our Hogwarts year?” you asked.

“Bloody hell, I’ll definitely keep my grades up in order to see that.” Ron looked at you with a surprise. 

“See you around, Y/N.” Hermione said, giving you a small hug, only for you to give a bigger hug as she chuckled. 

“Bye.” you said to them as they exited the room. 

Well, that was quite a way to start the morning. All that lashing out got you to lay down in bed and actually forget about Hogsmeade for a second only to remember how you dressed up nicely for today. Standing up quickly, you started getting your gloves and ran out to Draco’s room immediately. 

When you arrived at his door, you knocked twice, waiting for him to open the door. There was no response. So you tried again and knocked twice. 

“Draco, it’s me. Y/N.”

The door immediately swung open as you saw Draco with slightly pink eyes and light bags under his eyes. Without hesitation, he pulled your waist for him to softly kiss you in the lips. As your lips and his were playing around, he wrapped his arms around you tighter, as he was trying not to forget this feeling of true love. 

When he pulled back, you cupped his teary-eyed face with carefulness as you wiped a tear off his right eye. “Draco,” you cooed. 

Having a hard time containing the emotions he was feeling, he embraced you with a bone-crushing hug, only for you to give him the same. You weren’t exactly sure why he was sobbing but he deserves a giant hug anyways. Giving him all the patience to speak up, he finally did, and it started out with a weak, “T-thank you.”

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For everything.”, he said, “"Thank you so much, for being in my life, and for being by my side, always.”

“Oh, Draco.” you said, rubbing his back, “You and me? This is forever.”

[parkerslatte]

Never Assume

Alive!Luke Patterson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8k+

Summary: Luke has had a crush on (Y/N) for a while however every time she tries to talk to him, he dismisses her to not seem like an idiot by accidentally blurting out that he likes her. (Y/N) finally asks Luke why he doesn't like her.

MASTERLIST

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Luke Patterson had a crush on (Y/N) (L/N) and he had ever since he met her. Whenever she looked away, he was caught on multiple occasions by Julie, Alex and Reggie looking at her. Of course he always denied what he was doing, blaming it on zoning out but in reality, everyone knew the truth - well everyone but (Y/N). 

(Y/N) believed that Luke hated her. Whenever she would try to talk to him, he would dismiss her or only speak very few words to her. At first, she thought that he was tired or stressed but as soon as Julie, Alex or Reggie stepped into the room, he would perk up immediately. From then on (Y/N) assumed that Luke hated her. 

The reason why Luke ignored (Y/N) was because he didn’t want to make a fool out of himself in front of her. Everyone knew him as a boy who could flirt with any girl no problem, but when it came to (Y/N), he froze up, unable to form full sentences. Most of the time, when she was left alone in a room with Luke, (Y/N) would either walk out or play on her phone until the others came back. Whenever she walked out, Luke would feel bad, all he wanted to do was speak to her but he was afraid that when he opened his mouth, he would have no control over what he was saying and blurt out that he liked her. 

However, the times when (Y/N) stayed in the room, Luke would constantly look over to her. He would notice the way her eyes narrowed when she tried to read something on the phone screen. He noticed the tap of her foot when she had a certain song stuck in her head. He noticed the way she would blow air out of her nose when she found something funny. He noticed all the things he had grown to love about the girl.

(Y/N) sat in band practice. The band had a gig coming up and they needed to rehearse, the (L/N) girl was their biggest supporter, always turning up to every gig they played. The band had tried to convince the girl multiple times to join the band - she had the voice of an angel, however the girl refused every time, preferring to help Flynn out behind the scenes. 

Julie sang the last note of Bright and (Y/N) jumped up and clapped the band. She had probably heard that song at least a hundred times by now but she enjoyed it every time. She rushed up to Reggie and gave him a hug, followed by Julie and then finally Alex. (Y/N) returned to her seat not even looking in Luke’s direction. However, she missed the hurt look on his face as (Y/N) didn’t even spare him a second glance.

“That was amazing guys!” (Y/N) exclaimed.

“You say that after every song.” Julie chuckled at her friend's excitement.

“I know but you’re all just so talented. Like it’s unreal.” (Y/N) said sitting back down in her seat.

“You’re talented as well, (Y/N), remember our offer still stands.” Alex spoke from behind the drums.

“Yeah, your vocals combined with Julie’s - we would be unstoppable.” Reggie said.

(Y/N) smiled at the boy, “I’ve told you before, I prefer to be behind the scenes and besides, I definitely wouldn’t have the confidence,” (Y/N) shifted her gaze slightly towards Luke who was tuning his guitar not paying attention to the conversation, “But I also thing someone doesn’t want me in the band.” (Y/N) mumbled the last part, however Julie still heard it, she frowned. 

Julie, Alex and Reggie knew about Luke’s feelings for (Y/N), no matter how many times he denied it, they could tell that he was in love with her. The three of them had noticed his longing glances, when (Y/N) wasn’t around, Luke would always try to find ways to slip her name into the conversation, and he was the one who wanted to invite (Y/N) into the band in the first place. Everyone was aware of Luke’s feelings towards (Y/N) - all except for (Y/N) herself.

“Anyway, it’s getting late, I should really head home.” (Y/N) says.

“You can stay here another night, my dad won’t mind.” Julie says.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” (Y/N) replied.

“It’s fine, you know that he won’t mind. I mean for a few weeks you basically moved in.” Julie chuckled.

(Y/N) smiled at her friend, “Okay, but I need to borrow some clothes.”

“Go on ahead, I’ll catch up in a second.” Julie says. (Y/N) bids the boys a goodnight before leaving the studio and making her way to the house. 

Once (Y/N) was gone and out of earshot, Julie turned to Luke with her arms folded, “Why are you acting like this?

Luke looked up to her confused, “Acting like what?”

“You’re ignoring (Y/N). You like her so why are you ignoring her?” Julie questioned, “And before you even try to deny it, I won’t believe it for one second.”

Luke looked between Alex and Reggie silently asking for help but the two shared the same look as Julie. Luke sighed, “Alright, I do like her but I’m afraid that if I talk to her, I’ll just screw up and look like an idiot.”

“And you’d think she'd care?” Julie questioned, “Luke, she liked you, she told me that herself.”

“Wait, what do you mean liked?” Luke asked.

Julie sighed, “Well, you’ve been ignoring her every time she tries to talk to you, you never participate in any conversation (Y/N) is in, but I know you’re listening.” Julie said.

Luke sighed and leant forward resting his elbows on his knees, “So I screwed up without even saying anything? Great, the one time I really liked a girl and she doesn't even like me anymore because I was being an idiot.” 

“I never said she didn’t like you anymore,” Julie says, “I don’t know if she still does, but it’s worth a shot, Luke. You need to try before she distances herself from you even more than she already has.”

Luke jumped up to his feet, “Alright, I’ll do it.”

“What now?” Alex questioned.

“Yes, if she is distancing herself from me, I don’t know what I would do.” Luke confessed and left Julie, Alex and Reggie in the studio in pursuit of (Y/N).

Luke wandered into the house and made his way up to Julie’s bedroom. At this moment, he may look composed but on the inside, his heart was hammering against his rib cage. Each step he took towards Julie’s room felt like a mile, he was tempted to turn back multiple times but he marched on. He knocked on the door.

“Julie, it’s your room, you don’t need to knock-” (Y/N) stopped talking, realising that it wasn’t Julie, it was Luke, “Oh, hi.” (Y/N) turned back towards the drawer she was looking through. 

“Hi.” Luke said quietly.

(Y/N) wanted to know what Luke was doing here. He was meant to hate her, so why was he coming to see her. The girl frowned at the thought of the word ‘hated’. (Y/N), herself hated the fact that Luke disliked her. She knew it sound stupid to have a crush on the boy that hated you, but (Y/N) just couldn’t help herself.

“Why do you hate me?” The question came out of (Y/N)’s mouth before she had a chance to stop herself.

Luke looked towards the girl in shock, “What? I don’t hate you (Y/N). What makes you think that?”

(Y/N) turned around to face Luke, “You ignore me Luke. Every time I tried to make conversation with you, you would either dismiss my comment or give me a one word reply. I really don’t know what I did wrong. I tried so many times to get you to talk to me, and right now is the most you’ve spoken to me in weeks.”

Luke stared at the girl. He had never wanted to make her believe he hated her. He hated himself for making her feel that way, “I don’t hate you, (Y/N).”

“Then why do you act the way you do when you’re around me?”

“Because I was afraid I would mess up.” Luke stated.

“Mess up? What do you mean mess up?” (Y/N) questioned.

Without realising he was doing it, Luke began to slowly step towards (Y/N), “I was afraid I would mess up and you would think that I was an idiot.”

“Luke, you’re not making any sense.” (Y/N) folded her arms across her chest, she hoped it would help with the nervous thumping of her heart.

“(Y/N), the reason why I acted the way I did was because I like you. I was afraid to talk to you in case I messed things up by blurting out that I liked you.” Luke confessed. 

(Y/N)’e eyes blinked open and close for a moment, wanting to make sure that what Luke said was real and not just a figment of her imagination, “Wha-what?”

Luke took a deep breath, “I like you, (Y/N).”

(Y/N)’s eyes flicked back and forth between his, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. 

“Well, are you going to say something?” Luke asked softly. 

“I liked you, Luke,” (Y/N) said, “I liked you and you ignored me, dismissed everything I had to say and do you know what the worst part was.”

Luke was afraid of the answer but he asked anyway, “What?”

“I never stopped.” Before Luke could process anything, (Y/N)’s lips were on his, her hands placed on his chest. It took Luke a moment to catch up to the present. His arms held (Y/N)’s waist lightly, his thumb occasionally brushing over the bit of exposed skin from where her shirt had ridden up. (Y/N) manoeuvred her hands from his chest and clasped them behind his head. Luke’s grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer to him. He couldn’t believe this was happening. 

(Y/N) was the first to pull away from Luke. She looked at him in the eye. He looked down at her, adoration shown in his features. (Y/N) smiled at him and he smiled at her. 

“I don’t hate you, and I’m sorry for ever making you think I did.” Luke mumbled, pulling (Y/N) closer into a hug. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” (Y/N) mumbled against his neck, “Even if you did screw up, I wouldn’t have minded. I would never judge you Luke.”

Luke placed a small kiss on (Y/N)’s neck before burying his head into her shoulder, “I’m lucky to have you.”

[mioneslovefanfiction]

I’m here:

Hermione x reader

Prompts:

“You’re safe here, I got you.”

“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”

“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“You’re comfy.”

“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Description: Hermione is stressed out from studying for OWLs. Y/n tries to give he a break and pulls her away from her work, and comforts her during a freak out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warnings: Food (no eating tho), Anxiety attack-please do not read if content is triggering

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It was in the way she talked. Slightly higher than normal, and a little airily.

It was in the way she avoided eye contact, and when she gave into it, it was like her eyes were out of focus.

The way she clenched her jaw while reading in front of the fire one night. Normally, she enjoyed everything she was reading, and her features were usually content as she immersed herself happily into any topic. Instead, she was stony-faced, eyebrows drawn together with a frown as she huffed through the book.

Something was up with Hermione Granger.

It was normal for you and your girlfriend to study on the floor in front of the common room fire together. What wasn’t normal was how you were doing it independently. Normally you read together, or quizzed each other, or simply talked about the subject you were studying for. Today, however, the common room was full of cold unusual silence, as Hermione turned page after page, long into the night. The light from the fire danced angrily across her scowl, and you gulped, trying to focus on your work. You didn’t push the topic when Hermione was a bit distant those couple days. It wasn’t normal for her to be that work obsessed, but you let it be, thinking she just needed to get it over with.

But, after a few days of Hermione and her studying being inseparable, you came up from quidditch practice and Hermione wasn’t waiting for you, like normal. Your worry kicked in when she wasn’t waiting in the common room either.

Something was wrong in the air immediately as you stepped into your shared dorm. There was an anxious tension, and the room was uncharacteristically cold. Hermione sat, back to you at the desk in front of the window. Her leg jiggled, and her jaw was moving as she chewed the inside of her cheek. Her non-writing hand twirled a curl around her finger, rapidly.

“Love?” You asked, hesitantly. She jumped several inches into the air before turning to you, your attempt not to startle her, failing. You only saw a glimpse before she turned back around, away from you. “Yes?” She asked, attention wavering no further from her work.

“Are you okay? I was wondering why you didn’t meet me in our normal spot.” “I’m fine.” Her answer was monotone and short, leading you to know that even if she thought it was, it was not true. “Sooo, what are you doing?” You asked, trying to inject yourself into her studying. “Professor Bins.” She was being vague and indirect, her body language showing she was beyond on edge. “Oh, are you working on the essay?” You tried not to be hurt at her negligence. She simply hummed a yes to you. “Alright well, I’m gonna reread the textbook in the common room in front of the fire. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.” She didn’t answer when you waited for her to. Sighing in defeat, you planted a hurried kiss on her cheek before grabbing your sweater and leaving.

If Hermione had been focusing on you, she would’ve noticed how your text book remained in your bag, on the floor. She’d wonder why you retrieved your sweater to sit by a fire, and lastly she’d wonder how you were doing. Instead, she sighed at the sound of the door closing behind you, and scribbled, somehow faster. You didn’t mind, however, knowing this wasn’t about you, and that she needed you.

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You sat in the common room waiting, for ten minutes. When she didn’t show up, plan B began, because you knew something was off. You gathered some things you had kept with Ginny and headed off to the East end of the castle, determined.

You returned to your dorm twenty minutes later. There was the same jumpy tension hanging in your normally warm, inviting room. This time, you walked up to your working girlfriend and rested your hands on her shoulders, standing behind her chair. “Can I steal you for an hour, love?” You asked, planting a kiss on the top of her head, and starting to massage her shoulders. Her eyes closed at their own accord, and her head slowly leaned back onto your chest. She sighed, “I- I can’t, baby. I have to-“ Hermione’s excuse was cut off by your lips tugging on hers. She hummed and you smiled. Disconnecting, your eyes met. “Please?” You begged, your eyebrows drawn together. She couldn’t help but smile and roll her eyes at your pleading. “I-… fine, but not a whole hour.” You beamed at her answer before grabbing her hand and tugging her up, and out your door.

You dashed, laughing through the corridors. Your eyes gleamed, your face was elated, making Hermione blush and beam in spite of herself. Eventually, you dragged her to the base of the astronomy tower, and she realized what you had been doing while she worked. She shook her head and laughed as you started, “After you, my love.” You grinned smugly, gesturing up the stairs in front of you. Rolling her eyes and smiling, she began the journey to the top of the tower, you following close behind, eager for her to see what you did.

You climbed higher and higher in a comfortable silence, just enjoying uninterrupted time together for once.

Finally, you realized you must have reached the top, as Hermione froze in front of you. You caught up, behind her to see she was standing in the doorway, looking around, amazed. You chuckled to yourself, pleased. You reached to her side and grasped her hand again, intertwining your fingers, which fell together like they were made to fit in each other. She slowly stepped forward a few paces, allowing you to step into the room next to her. Now side-by-side, you watched her absorb the room.

Fairy lights hung in spirals from the beams separating the glass panes on the ceiling. A comforter lay in the middle of the room, complete with a few cushy pillows. There was a wicker picnic basket on the floor behind the blanket, and next to it sat an unlit candle.

Hermione’s eyes danced eagerly over each detail, the orbs bursting with wonder and astonishment. She turned to you, incredulously, “Wha- is this what you were doing?” You nodded, blushing before looking down at your feet with a soft smile. You gently tugged her hand in the direction of the blanket, and you two started walking over to it. Sitting down, she shook her head, speechless. “You made this for me?” She finally managed, eyes full of adoration as she rested her hand appreciatively on your knee, her thumb rubbing back and forth. “Of course! You deserve all this, and so much more, ‘Mione.” Hermione blushed, finally looking deep into your eyes with a small smile. You leaned in and rested you lips against hers. Hermione was a dangerous substance, so powerful and addicting. You would have worried about falling, if your mind wasn’t assured of her silken lips catching you, just like the thousand times they had before. You separated and brought a hand to her velvety cheek, rubbing your thumb back and forth a few times, before tucking a stray curl behind her ear.

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You broke the comfortable silence, “So, you’ve been kind of distant this week. A little off from your normal self. I’m worried. Are you ok?” Hermione disconnected your eyes quickly, “I’m-“ You cut her off, knowing what she’d say, “I know for a fact that you’re not ‘fine’.” Hermione scowled uncharacteristically at the ground, when she gasped suddenly and jumped up. “My essay! It’s been too long, I need to go!” She made to leave, but you grabbed her hand before she could. “Let me go, I haveto leave! I need to study.” Her voice came out harsh, making you falter momentarily. She saw the hurt in your eyes and started to panic.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly and she started to sweat. “I- oh no. I have to go. I hurt you. I’m gonna fail. I didn’t mean to- I need to study. I hurt you.” She muttered, hyperventilating. “Hey, love, look at me. Hey, it’s okay, you’re fine.”

Her hands rose to run through her hair, flustered. Her eyes were wide, and darted between your figure and the door as she was torn. “You didn’t deserve that. I’m gonna fail the class.” You guided her to sit down with you and held both her hands in yours. You moved them to rest on your chest and started breathing deeply, “It’s alright, we’re fine. Breathe, ‘Mione, breathe. I’m here with you, I’m not leaving. Breathe just like me. Hey, look at me.” You voice was comforting, and Hermione finally met your eyes and started to match her breathing with yours.

When her panting had gone down you pulled her against your chest and laid down against one of the pillows behind you two. “You’re safe here, I got you.” Hermione’s head lay over your heart to ground her further. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.” Your hand ran through her curls, soothingly as you whispered to her, “Everything’s okay. We’re together. You’re gonna kill the OWLS. You’re the smartest in the class. You can study with me, we’re in this together, as a team, aren’t we? I’m not going anywhere.” Eventually your affirmations died down, and a refreshing quiet washed over you both. The May breeze coming in from all directions of the open tower kept you guys comfortable. The sounds of the leaves settling in for bed and the gentle, distant lapping of the black lake reached your ears.

Hermione took in a deep breath and let it out in a content sigh. “I am so sorry, love.” She sounded guilty. “What on earth for?” You asked. “You we’re just trying to distract me and take care of me, and I just unraveled on you, out of nowhere. Not to mention I’ve been ignoring you for almost a week. You’re my girlfriend, and I just neglected you.” You sighed, “Mione, your head has been everywhere this week, and it’s fine. You’re always on top of everything, it just caught up to you. Don’t worry about me, I understand, okay? I know it wasn’t about me, it’s alright.” Hermione grunted, “I know, I just feel bad.” “Well don’t. We’re here together now, aren’t we? Let’s just focus on this moment.” Hermione smiled gratefully at that, snuggling further into your chest. “You’re comfy,” she giggled, making you laugh.

You kissed the top of her head delicately, “I love you.” She shifted to look up at you, eyes shimmering in the fairy lights and stars that sprinkled the inky sky laying above you. A grin spread on her face, making her happy eyes twinkle. “I love you too,” she answered. She leaned forward and you kissed her passionately, letting all your reassurance pour into it. She gave you a shy smile after pulling a part, “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” You laughed before reaching over and handing her your sweater. You shook your head as she squealed happily, cradling the clothing. Hermione pulled the jumper over her head eagerly. Her head popped out of the top suddenly, her smile a beam, curls a mess, and eyes gleaming ecstatically.

Her hands were balled inside the sleeves as she gripped your face to kiss you. Her lips were warm, cushy, and gentle. The material of the sweater on each of your cheeks was so soft, but scratchy at the same time. Your foreheads rested together after separating, and you stared lovingly, deep into each other’s eyes. You took her hands in yours, and said seriously, “Never change. Please always be the girl I love so deeply.” She lifted a pinky and said, “I promise.” You latched your pinky with her’s and placed a delicate kiss on her freckle sprinkled nose. She scrunched it in pleasure and placed a peck to your lips in return.

You reached over for the matches you had sat by the candle earlier, lighting it. Removing the glasses from the basket, you poured each

of you a glass of sparkling cider. You took out two plates topped with baked sandwiches and fruit salad. The melons were cut in to stars, making Hermione smile at all the thought you put into this. You lastly retrieved cannolis for dessert.

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You lied back down after eating, gently pulling Hermione with you. She burrowed her head under your chin, nestling in. Your girlfriend raised a balled hand under your sweater’s sleeve up to her face. Her eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled deeply, smiling contently as your cherry blossom scent reached her button nose. You both giggled, and you ran your fingers through her mane. You spent another hour curled together under the twinkling stars, talking, or sometimes simply laying in soothing quiet. You enjoyed being alone together, content with the world continuing around you.

The candlelight danced cheerily across Hermione’s perfectly chiseled, yet distinct features. The stress of school was no match for the pair of you. It was you two against the world because you had each other. You never wanted to be apart from the amazing girl on top of you. Her entire being was utterly flawless, and you were entirely devoted to every particle in it, with every bit of you. You couldn’t choose not to adore her even if you tried. You were whipped, wrapped entirely around the little pinky you had latched not half an hour ago. You were deeply, madly, hopelessly in love with her.

A/n: my family and i learned that my great grandmother’s tumor is growing again and it can’t be removed because of the location. Sooo I’m taking a very last minute 12 hour road trip to see her while she’s still doing pretty well.There’s no wifi (I write my stories in the notes app before copy and pasting them to upload them so I don’t need wifi to write) and every now and then I’ll need a distraction, so I’d love any requests sent, along with any prayers.

-mioneslove<3

[peachpitfics]

Mistletoe

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Summary: Every year Rossi holds a Christmas Eve dinner, the Team and their little families attend. This is your first one, and coincidentally, you get caught under the mistletoe.

Length: 2.6k

Pairing: SpencerReid x Female!Reader

Content Warnings: ~none~ 

A/N: Hiiii, this is super fluffy and sweet. Hopefully the first of a few Christmas themed fics. I hope you like it!!

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You never had anywhere to go for the holidays. You had no real family, moved to a new state, and joined a new force only a few weeks ago. The new team you worked with was a tight knit family. They had been together for years and while they were welcoming and did their best not to exclude you, it was hard to bear the inside jokes and recalling of memories you were not a part of. What shocked and surprised you most about their bond, was the family Christmas held at Rossi’s huge house. Everyone, and their families would come, eat a glorious Christmas dinner, and spend it together.

You rang the doorbell and stood, rugged up on the doorstep, huge wooden and glass double doors in front of you. Dave answered the door, arms wide open as he took you in a loving embrace. “Thanks for inviting me” You shuffled into the house awkwardly, passing Rossi two bottles of wine as he showed you where you could shed your winter coverings. Rossi’s house was beautifully decorated from top to bottom. You were sure it had to have been professionally done. “Thank you y/n, this is great. I’m so glad you could make it out here tonight” Dave beamed at you, “And you look beautiful”. You hadn’t put too much effort in tonight but dressed nicely for dinner at least. What he said made you blush; you hid your face as he led you into the dining room. “Hey! Looks who’s here” Morgan smiled across the table. Garcia, sitting next to him, waving overly excitedly. You waved back, clearly not having had any eggnog. As you sat down, in between Hotch and JJ, Hotch poured eggnog into your glass and clinked glasses with you. “We’re just waiting on the kid, he said he was on the phone with his Mom. But he should be almost here” Rossi shared with them.

They all sat around the table, laughing at Garcia who was intoxicated, conversing over Christmas memories from their childhood. Not all of them were overly happy memories, just thoughts of a simpler time. “What about you, y/n? Favourite Christmas memory from when you were a child?” Hotch asked. Emily looked worriedly at you, she had been the one you spoke to and got to know out of everybody. “Well... um” Clearing your throat, you paused as Spencer walked in and slipped into his seat beside Garcia and across from you. “Yeah, okay. I think I was about 8... I was in my second group home and there were about 15 kids of all different ages. The church choir stopped by to sing carols to us in the evening; and, uh, we had a roast chicken, a lot of us had never experienced Christmas before so it was pretty wonderful. The church also brought us a box of second-hand toys, which was lovely. I think that’s probably the best one” Everyone stared at you in awe. The type of awe you were dreading. You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat as they started to notice that the staring was out of control. “I didn’t know you were a foster kid” Morgan said somberly, having grown up in an area with a lot of foster kids himself. “Yeah, I was. It wasn’t so bad” You smiled softly, begging someone to take the attention off of you. “Sorry I’m late, you guys, my Mother was reminiscing about Christmas in 1969” Spencer chuckled awkwardly. And that was the end of it, their focus was changed, and Spencer was explaining his Mother’s story, which in turn was quite boring.

Within 30 minutes, Rossi and several servers emerged from the kitchen, bringing platters and large bowls and more wine. It was the most extravagant thing you’d seen in your whole life. I’ve never even been a restaurant this nice, you thought to yourself, watching as they served. Rossi held in his hands an exceptionally large knife, whilst standing over the bird, gathering everyone’s attention. “For me, Christmas means being with family. Sharing it with you, makes it the most precious and special time of the year” Rossi paused, “To family”. Everyone raised their glasses and repeated the toast back to him. He carved the meat, and you all passed the fixings round the table. It was the most delicious food you’d ever had. You began to wonder if everyone with a family had a lovely Christmas like this every year.

Before long, the kids were playing hide and seek throughout the house as all the adults made their way into the awesomely large sitting room. Everyone gathered around, sitting in the settee’s or on the rug by the fireplace. “Anyone care for brandy and a cigar?” Rossi asked. “Am I in a game of Clue?” Garcia looked around the room, “Where the hell is Miss Scarlet, I want to ask her some questions”. People snickered at her comments, she got more sarcastically funny as she got further intoxicated. “No seriously, would anyone like a drink?” Rossi stood by his sideboard bar, crystal decanters lined up with matching glasses. “Scotch, for me Dave, thank you” Hotch nodded. “I’ll take one of those as well” Emily smiled. “Not for me, I’m driving” Will grinned at JJ, hoping she would have another drink and let her hair down a little. You noticed this and nudged JJ in the side, “I brought more wine” You raised your eyebrows cheekily at her.

She looked long and hard into your eyes, really thinking over how hectic the headache was going to be in the morning. “Screw it” She mumbled, caving in to your devilish look, “Go get the wine” She lightly tapped your arm. “Oh no, come on y/n, I’ll go” Rossi offered. “Seriously, it’s fine, I’m sure I won’t get lost on the way back or anything” You giggled, jumping up from the floor and heading towards the big arch way through to the foyer. “Hey, y/n!” Spencer stopped you in the doorway, “Would you mind getting me a glass of water?” He asked in a soft tone. You nodded happily; it was an easy request.

“Hold on...” Hotch said quickly. They all stared at you again. “You can’t move” Hotch smiled gently, “You’re under the mistletoe”. Everyone laughed and gaped as Hotch caught you out under the mistletoe. “What do you mean I can’t move?” You laughed, as if this were a silly game. “In the Rossi house, if you pause under mistletoe and get caught out, you have to wait there until someone kisses you” Dave explained. Obviously Hotch had been caught before and was now pointing out Rossi’s next victim. “Who’s gonna do it?” Garcia looked intrigued, waiting for the war between them to begin while you stood there, knees shaking at the thought of having to kiss someone on the team. “Well, I’m out” Rossi said, having reconnected with an old lover recently. Will and JJ snuggled closer together, that was an obvious no. Hotch uncomfortably sat back into the settee, smiling cheekily into his glass.

A few faces turned to Morgan. “Hey now, that’s usually my style, but I’m seein’ somebody at the moment” Morgan shrugged, hoping Penelope wouldn’t pull him apart over the comment he made. Which inevitably, she did. “Can’t I just go to the kitchen, come on, this is silly” You spoke over them, they were discussing among them who should be the one to kiss you and set you free from the nasty grip of the mistletoe. “It’s gotta be Reid” Emily’s voice rang out over all of the incoherent babbling.

Spencer had been laughing and watching this unfold around him, blending into the leather settee like a chameleon. Now that the faces turned to him, he flushed red and he eyes grew wider. “Ha ha, you guys” Spencer tried to redirect, blushing madly “Emily, it’s you! You know it’s you” He laughed awkwardly. “It could be me; I just don’t really think that’s y/n’s speed... whereas you...” She let the rest of the team join in on the end. “Yeah I don’t think she swings that way” JJ looked back at Emily, shaking their heads together negatively. “Which leaves you Spencer, everyone else is attached at the moment” Hotch's voice seemed confident and firm, but had a hint of a giggle in it.

This started to seem like a set up to you, everyone was grimacing, smirking up at you. No one else tonight had been caught under mistletoe and there was no shortage of it in this house. You crossed your arms in front of you and lovingly glared back at each of them. “Come on Spence” JJ grabbed his knee and shook it, as if this provided some sort of moral support. “Spencer! Spencer! Spencer!” Penelope started a chant and within seconds, they had all joined in. “Okay! Okay, okay, you can stop doing that now. The peer pressure has worked” Spencer’s face couldn’t not smile. His cheeks tugged tightly at his lips, and though his face was red, he looked pleasantly excited. Reid stepped over JJ and slowly approached the door frame. He got closer to you, looked into your eyes, and pursed his lips, eyes widening as if to say, “This is weird”. He rocked back on his heels for a moment, hands awkwardly in his pockets. You remained still, one eyebrow raised in shock, arms still folded in front of you. “Come on pretty boy, we haven’t got all night” Morgan teased, Garcia gripping onto him, her eyes as wide as possible so she didn’t miss anything.

In an instant, he lunged forward, a hand landing on your cheek and one at the small of your back. Spencer planted his lips onto yours, you could almost feel him smiling into it. Your arms softened and untangled as they found their way onto his chest in front of you. As you parted, the embarrassing hail of whoops and clapping arose. Spencer stepped back giggling, hiding his face from his colleagues. You pursed your lips together and held your fingers to your lips briefly, surprised at how good that felt. “I’m gonna go grab that wine now” You blushed, laughing along with the hyenas in the sitting room. Pausing slowly at the fridge, your head hitting the metal, you exhaled from deep in your lungs. Never in your life did you think you would be in such a position. But you were happy and almost grateful for your embarrassing workmates.

You returned with the wine, rose coloring still in your cheeks. Spencer was now playing with the kids under one of the many Christmas trees and you retook your position on the rug with JJ and Will, pouring them both a glass of white wine. No one teased anymore, no one laughed. There were just separate pods of conversation. Eventually, after picking up sleepy children off the couches in the lounge room, JJ and Will were thanking Rossi for such a lovely evening. Hotch not far behind with Jack. Those that were left were Morgan and Penelope, desperately arguing over whether or not ‘Die Hard’ was a Christmas film. Rossi and Emily, who were debating finer Scotches and Whiskeys. You watched on, amused by their friendships, and longing to be one of them. Until you noticed that Spencer had gone. You got up from the rug and wondered through the house, finding him on the balcony off the dining room.

You unlatched the door, alerting him to your presence. “Hey” He smiled softly at you. “Hey” You sounded unsure, “I’m sorry if that was super weird for you in there”. He chuckled under his breath slightly as you approached and stood next to him in the cold night air. “You know, I thought it would be... But it was... nice” He nodded, tucking his smile into his scarf. You tried to look away, hiding the permanent smile plastered on your face. “It was nice” You said gently. Spencer turned towards you, and unintentionally looked you up and down, “You must be so cold” He said, shedding his coat and draping it across your shoulders. You looked at the soft brown tweed and curled your nose, “But now, you’ll be cold”. “Doesn’t matter” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Spencer I-” He interrupted quickly, “Can I have a do over?”. “Sorry, what?” You shook off whatever you were going to say and clarified you heard him correctly. “I just- I would have kissed you differently, had they not set me up and cheered like an audience” He closed his eyes, “ I would have kissed you differently”.

Without saying anything, you slid your icy cold hand into his. Warmth radiated from his large hands as his fingers slid between yours. You pulled his hand and turned him to face you. “You can kiss me again” You mumbled. His eyes were so dark and deep, he held eye contact with you, bringing his face slightly down to meet you in the middle. His soft lips, tripping over yours hungrily. His breath warm on your face. His tender hands, not so gingerly on respectful places on your body like before. One hand slid up to your neck, lightly holding on, but eventually wrapping around to grasp the back of your neck. His other hand placed further south of the small of your back, pulling your whole body into him as his tongue delved into your mouth. You tried to move your hands, you tried to do anything, but your brain was completely overwhelmed and stunned by the warmth and pleasure washing over you.

He pulled away, kissing your cold nose, along your jawline. Pressing on last kiss to your lips, and then to your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you. Your body sunk into him. Even without his jacket, he was still so warm, and it was so inviting. You wrapped your arms around his back and held onto him as tightly as he held onto you. “This is a better Christmas story than the one I told before” You muttered at a giggle into his woolen jumper. Spencer smiled into the nape of your neck. “God, I hope so” He laughed, and you felt his whole body move against yours. After a while, you parted and just stood snuggled together on the balcony. “They really set us up, big time” You pondered. “I can’t believe Emily blabbed” Spencer shook his head. You looked sharply up at him. “Blabbed?” You asked confusedly. “Yeah... I kind of told her I had a crush on you” He tried to hide his face but you wouldn’t let him, you grabbed his hand and held it in your own. “Oh my god” That same old shocked expression was strewn back across your face. “I know, it’s super embarrassing and I’m sorry I didn’t -“ You interrupted him this time, “No, Spencer, I told Emily I had a crush on you” You said quickly, without thinking.

Both of you, stunned, really thought about how devious Emily was. Why did we do that? You asked yourself; the answer quite simply was, she was a very open person and people often told her their secrets. “I guess, I’m glad I told her” Spencer smiled, “Because otherwise I never would have got to kiss you”. You leaned up to his lips and kissed him again. “Now, you can kiss me anytime you want” You whispered to him, that gorgeous smile still fighting its way onto his face.

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Inside, Emily and Rossi stood in the doorway of the dining room, peering out onto the Balcony like a pair of sneaky teenagers. They had been watching for several minutes, and though they couldn’t hear the conversation, they knew they were busted for setting the whole thing up. “Thanks again, Dave” Em raised his glass of scotch to Dave’s brandy, both of them grinning like school girls. “Absolutely anytime, my dear” They clinked glasses and walked steadily back into the sitting room, arms around each other.

[thatesqcrush]

The Nanny, Part 3.

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Follow-up to part two. You can read part one here. Warnings: NSFW - smut, spanking, oral, squirting, daddy kink, p in v sex, masturbation (m & f), language. Also CW: physical violence (smack across the face). WC: 6.5K

S/O: @beccabarba for beta'ing not 1 but 2 versions of this story and for words of encouragement/support.

If you had a nickel for the amount of times you and Bryan each said “this can’t happen again”, you wouldn’t even need to be a nanny anymore. Once again, you found yourself tangled in Bryan’s sheets in post-coital bliss.

You were laying on your side, with your head propped on your hand. “That’s one hell of a way to wake up.” You murmured, to which Bryan let out a low chuckle.

“You’re welcome.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sometimes I swear that ego of yours is bigger than that cock of yours.”

“You fucking love it.” Bryan replied as he covered his body with yours and rolled, so he was on top of you. He used his knee to part your legs, not that they needed much from his part to open wide.

Your eyes searched his green eyes, which were sparkling. You wrapped a hand around his sweat slicked neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss started softly, but quickly ramped up in intensity. A low rumble emanated from his chest as he started rocking his hips into yours. You felt his cock, beginning to harden once more and your arousal shot through you like lightening.

Bryan’s lips found purchase on your neck and you let out a gasp as he sucked a mark into your skin, leaving a bruise. You let out a throaty moan as he followed with his teeth grazing the bruised skin before soothing the spot with his warm, wet tongue.

Your nipples were rock solid, despite his warm body on top of you. You elongated your neck to give him further access to your neck when your eyes caught the time on his clock.

“Shit I should go, the kids will be up soon for school!”

Bryan pressed a kiss on your lips before giving your ass a sharp smack. “Okay.”

You swung off Bryan and grabbed your clothes that were crumpled in the corner of the room. You playfully tossed your ruined panties to Bryan before you slipped on your sleep shorts and t-shirt. “I can’t find my panties.” You stated out loud, really to yourself more than to Bryan.

Bryan let out a low whistle and when you turned to him, you saw he had them hanging off the tip of his index finger. You smirked and you walked over to him. You reached to grab them and he pulled them back, balling them up in his fist.

“Fine, keep them. May they bring you fond memories.” You poked his chest with your finger. “Since this is the last time.”

Bryan’s gaze changed and his eyes hardened. He reached for you, and pulled you close to him with a strong arm. “Right.”

You leaned up to kiss him, and the kiss was quick and brief, as he pulled away. You opened your mouth to say something but found yourself unable to say anything. So instead, you spun on your heels and made your way out. You quietly shut the door behind you and when you turned around, you nearly bumped into Jasper. He rubbed his eyes before looking at you curiously. “Ms. Y/N, what were you doing in my dad’s room?”

“Jasper! Um.” You began, your cheeks burning, racking your brain for something to say to the seven year old. “I had to help your dad with something. It’s still early, why don’t you go back to bed and I’ll come get you when it’s time for breakfast. How about chocolate chip pancakes?”

Jasper yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Okay.” You sighed inwardly and walked Jasper down the hall back to his room.

Back in your room, you showered and freshened up. You were still tingly all over from sleeping with Bryan earlier. Part of you wondered if it was really the last time and if you thought about it too much, an uncomfortable feeling gnawed at your insides.

Deep down though, you knew, it wasn’t.

***

Later that evening, you settled into bed with your tablet, hoping that a good book would quiet your mind from other thoughts. You pulled the comforter up to your waist and turned all but one light off. Before opening your latest read, you decided to check your email.

“Junk, junk, junk.” You murmured to yourself as you went through your inbox. There was one email that caught your eye.

It was from your cousin in New York who was getting married in less than a month. You were a bridesmaid and it was an invitation to her bachelorette festivities in The Hamptons.

You made a mental note to ask Bryan about time off to attend in the morning.

***

“Where are you going again?” Bryan asked as he followed you into the kitchen. You pulled a carafe of orange juice from the fridge as well as some cut-up fruit. You used your foot to shut the fridge door and set everything on the marbled breakfast bar.

You watched Bryan as walked by, inwardly groaning. He was shirtless, in casual sleep shorts. Your eyes raked over his muscular chest, knowing how good it felt to grip when you rode him. How the smattering of salt and pepper chest hair felt against your nipples. How he always kept it trim and it made a perfect trail to…

“The Hamptons.” You replied, shaking your head out of its reverie. “She rented a beach house for the weekend and we’re just basically going to drink and work on our tans.”

“Mmm.” Bryan reached for a glass and made his way towards you. Your breath hitched as he approached you from behind. You could feel his breath hot on your neck as he reached past you for the carafe of orange juice.

“I should be so jealous.”

You tensed, straightening your back. “How so?” you squeaked.

You felt Bryan push your hair off your neck and felt his beard tickle your skin. “I’d love to see you in a bathing suit.”

You laughed and turned around. Your heart raced as you were almost nose to nose with the litigator. “Bryan, you’ve seen me naked. I have had your dick in my mouth.”

Bryan smirked. “It’s different.” He brought the carafe to his mouth and drank it. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his neck and all you wanted to do in that moment was to hop on the counter and let him have his way from you. Bryan set the orange juice down and licked his lips. Your cunt clenched around nothing and you were certain your face was flushing.

“Oh.”

Bryan winked and left, but not before grabbing a piece of melon and plucking it into his mouth.

***

Time flew and soon it was the morning of when you were to head out to the East Coast.

“Jasper, Sandrine, be on your best behavior this weekend.” You said, crouching between the two tow headed children. “Try not to give your dad a hard time.” Please.” you added after a beat.

“We won’t.” Sandrine replied. “Promise.”

Jasper nodded eagerly. “Bring us a souvenir?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

“Of course!” You replied. You heard a car honk outside. You stood and ruffled Jasper’s hair. You looked past him, to Bryan. “That must be my ride.”

“Really should have let me drive you.” Bryan gruffed.

You smiled. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll only be gone for the weekend. I’ll be back Sunday night. Not even a two hour flight.”

“Let me at least walk you out and help you with your luggage.”

You didn’t miss how his hand cradled your lower back as he walked you out. After your luggage was put in the trunk, Bryan handed the driver some cash, telling him to keep the change. Before you got in the car, Bryan surprised you by kissing you. “You’ll be missed.”

The two of you were completely unaware of four little eyes watching from behind the window adjacent to the door.

***

Bryan was sure you were having a great time. He didn’t want to seem overbearing but he was curious as to how you were doing. He quickly learned how much of a good time you were having through your instagram since you followed each other. He smiled at the pictures of you and your cousins. It looked like you were having a great time. Bryan couldn't help but admit that his feelings for you were becoming more.

You were dancing with your cousin and her friends at a dive bar. You were in a bikini top and shorts, rolled at the waist but undone, around a bonfire. Random shots of you hugging people. There was one photo in particular he wasn’t wild about but he was sure it was nothing more - you were in the middle of the shot, sandwiched between who he deduced was your cousin and some young blond man. The blond wrapped his arm around your waist and you were smiling.

There were also some interesting text messages. One was a photo of you in your suit, as he requested, and then there was one of you nude, from the neck below.

You were back in your room, after having one too many drinks. You changed your clothes and climbed into bed. A thought occurred to you - your roommate - a friend of your cousins - was off hooking up with some random person - you could call Bryan and have a little phone sex. You climbed into bed and reached for your phone.

You pouted as your call went to voicemail. “Hi Bryan - oh, I’m sorry.” You slurred. “I mean daddy. Right? You like it when I call you that right? I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me. I am so lonely and so fucking wet for you.” Your hands drifted down to the middle of your legs and you began to touch yourself. You continued to play with yourself while talking into the phone. “It’s never off the table - you and I. I am always yours for the taking.”

You began to rub yourself more quickly, feeling the coil inside of you about to burst. “Oh yes, daddy! Fuck!”

As you came down, your phone beeped. You looked back at the phone. It was dead.

You threw your head back onto the pillow, irritated. You sat up and reached for your charger and plugged it in. As you waited for the phone to charge, your eyes became heavy and soon you were asleep.

***

Meanwhile in Chicago, Bryan sat in his office, trying to finish a brief. The kids were asleep in their rooms. He looked at the clock, and wondered if you were still awake. He picked up his phone and was about to call you, when he changed his mind and decided to pull up the picture of you naked once more. Bryan’s cock twitched and his thumb trailed over you. He stood and lowered his pants and boxers, so they were around his ankles. His cock was hard and weeping. He stroked himself as his mind drifted back to the last time he fucked you. He remembered how your body swayed from the pull of his hands drawing you back on his cock.

He stroked himself rhythmically, squeezing at the base with every downstroke. Bryan let his thumb glide across the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum. Bryan released himself and spit into his hand before resuming his movements, now stroking faster. Bryan stared at the picture of you and let out a moan, imagining it was you sucking and stroking him instead. He recalled how wet you were, how good your pussy felt wrapped around his cock, taking him deep.

Bryan’s balls began to feel heavy and that familiar coil in his gut began to emerge, signaling his need for release. He began to stroke himself feverishly, working faster and faster. He gripped his phone hard before releasing it knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. Bryan’s hips jerk forward as cum pumped out in hot and fast spurts all over his fist. He attempted to make it last by continuing to stroke himself languidly, squeezing out every last bit of cum. With a grunt and shuddering sigh, Bryan felt incredible relief. Bryan tried to bring his labored breathing back to normal so that he could clean himself up. He was so distracted while cleaning up, he didn’t see the incoming missed call from you, or your voicemail.

***

The next morning, you woke up to a few texts from Bryan double checking when your flight came in. You responded and inquired how the kids were in your absence. ‘Fine.’

If you were paranoid, you would have felt uncomfortable at his short reply. You showered and since it was still warm out in New York, chose a sundress and a cardigan.

You said goodbye to your cousin and her friends, and took a cab to the airport. You made sure to stop at the giftshop to pick up some souvenirs for Sandrine and Jasper. You found a chintzy cigar ashtray emblazoned with I “heart” NY and picked that up for Bryan.

It was to your surprise that you found Bryan waiting at arrivals with Jasper and Sandrine. You laughed at the sign Jasper held with your name. “Did you all miss me?” You asked.

“Dad doesn’t make the pancakes like you make them.” Sandrine replied, with a roll of her eyes as you all walked to the parking lot.

“I am sure he did just fine.” You replied.

Bryan grunted in response and you looked his way, your brow arched. After waiting a beat and realizing he wasn’t going to say anything further, you turned your attention back to the children.

“Well, I missed you all tons. It was not the same without you three.” You replied as Sandrine took your hand.

“You sure looked like you were having fun.” Bryan muttered under his breath as you all approached his car. Bryan took your bag and unceremoniously dropped it into the trunk. While you knew Bryan had a temper - you couldn’t chalk what you did to upset him. ‘Maybe just work bullshit.’ you thought to yourself as you got in the car.

***

Dinner that night was takeout - Chinese - and you all sat around the coffee table, very informally as a movie played. Bryan sat on the couch, sipping his drink and picking at dinner. After the last fortune cookie was read, Bryan cleaned up and you got the kids ready for bed.

You tucked the kids for the night and then made way to find Bryan. He was in his study, his back to you as he looked out the window. Before you could even announce your presence, he beckoned you in.

Still looking outside the window, Bryan took a long sip of his drink. “You had a lot of fun this weekend, didn’t you?”

“I did.” You admitted, rather slowly as you approached him from behind. “Is there some kind of a problem?”

“You were naughty. I saw the pictures, prancing around in that little bikini, flaunting those tits. I saw how that guy had his arm wrapped around you.”

“Him?” You exclaimed before letting out a sardonic chuckle. “He grabbed my ass and I smacked him. Besides,” you continued, “what does it matter? It’s not like I am your girlfriend. What? Are you pissed you had to deal with your children for once on a whole given weekend?”

“Excuse me?” Bryan turned to face you. “What did you say?”

You crossed your arms, which pushed your tits further up in the sundress you still wore.

“You heard me.” You challenged, your chin jutted upwards in defiance.

“I heard that little message you left me too.”

You stared at him confusedly for a minute and then your eyes widened in realization.

Bryan took out his cellphone and pressed play on the voicemail message that you didn’t recall leaving. Your mouth dropped as you heard yourself masturbating and then coming.

Bryan tossed his phone onto the desk followed by the glass, which left the sound of a plink. He stalked you with long strides and when you blinked, he materialized in front of you. You looked up at him, and he could see the fire in your eyes.

Bryan pulled you to him, and his hands were immediately on your ass, squeezing and groping. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his, kissing him. Your kiss was desperate and your cunt ached with need.

He tilted your neck, exposing the slope and he latched his mouth on your sweet spot. He sucked a mark into your skin and then used his teeth to scrape the wounded area, causing you to hiss.

There was a couch in the study and normally you would find Bryan there, asleep when he’s worked too late. Now instead, he was sitting, with your bottom-half draped over his lap.

Bryan flipped your sundress up, delighted to find you wearing a thong. Your breath hitched as his hands gently caressed your exposed flesh and then pulled the back of your thong up, so it disappeared more between your cheeks. His other hand dipped to your pussy, feeling how hot, wet and needy you were.

“Such a fucking tease. We agreed we weren’t going to do anything else, did we not?”

His fingers dipped slightly into your folds, teasing.

“I’m a tease? Please, you loved it.” You retorted before letting out a moan.

“Watch that mouth.” Bryan growled as he removed his hand from your already soaking cunt, and moved it to your hair where he gave a firm tug. “You’re going to get spanked for that little comment.” Bryan grabbed a handful of flesh and shook it.

His tone took a deeper, darker, authoritarian tone. “Count.”

The first spank was light, almost like a test spank. Still, you couldn’t help yourself. “You call that a spank? C’mon, if you’re going to spank me, make it worth my while.”

A rumble emanated deep and low from Bryan and you tensed, bracing yourself for the subsequent spank. His heavy hand landed on your skin, sharp and hot, the sound nearly reverberating in the otherwise quiet space. You let out a gasp as you jolted slightly off of him.

“That better?” Bryan asked. Your skin was tingling and you found yourself unable to formulate words. Another smack landed, this time on the opposite cheek, sending a shot of arousal through your core. One of his hands soothed a reddened cheek while the other twisted into your hair and tugged harshly. “Well? Answer me.”

Your eyes pricked with tears; the pain mixed with your arousal - it hurt, but in a good way and you wanted more. “Yes.”

“Adding another ten. Keep it up and I’ll add another ten. Right now we are at twenty. Count.”

You took a deep breath as Bryan’s hand came down hard on your ass once more.

“One.” The spank that followed was delivered just as harshly, maybe even more so.

“Two.”

The sting stuck around a few seconds longer and your skin began to feel more and more sensitive. Your pussy throbbed and you knew if Bryan were to touch you, you would fall apart.

As if reading your mind, you felt Bryan’s hands at the sides of your panties. He nimbly removed them, and lowered them down to the widest part of your thighs, the material stretching. The air of the room caressed your folds and Bryan hummed pleasantly. His fingers skimmed your cunt, which was hot and wet. Over and over, Bryan teasingly played with your cunt - stroking inside and out. His fingers were coated in your juices. You were whimpering, mewling under your breath softly, but you were stuck there on his lap. Your breath was heavy, your heart was pounding in tandem with the throb of your pussy.

“Daddy, oh fuck, please.” You begged. A tear dripped down your cheek. “I want to come! Please!”

You tried to squirm, desperate for some kind of friction, but Bryan just held you there.

“Good girls get to come. You’re my dirty little slut. Tell me do you think of me often when you touch yourself?

“Yes.” You whimpered. “All the time.”

The flat of his palm was against your skin, delivering yet another controlled and calculated spank. Over and over again, alternating sides of your cheeks while you counted. By the time the final spank was delivered, the skin of your ass was red and hot. You took another deep breath as Bryan delivered the final spank – that final spank was the hardest spank you’d managed yet. Your whole body tensed for a moment as the pain radiated around you, more tears falling.

Bryan’s cock was painfully hard, aching against you. All in that moment was him inside of you, to quell that ache that he had created. Instead, he stood, shifting you back onto the couch so that you laid flat.

“Don’t move.” His voice was firm and you nodded. Your eyes tracked him as he walked out of the study. Your mind began to drift to where he was going. Was he going to leave you there? Was this some kind of kinky test?

Before your mind could drift any further, Bryan was back. He sat next to you and you heard the sound of a lid being unscrewed. You jumped slightly as you felt something - a cream, an ointment - you weren’t sure - being applied to your skin.

“It’s a salve with comfrey.” Bryan murmured. “You did so well.”

When he was done, your panties were tugged back up and your dress smoothed down. You winced as you sat up. Your face and chest were flushed and Bryan could see the outline of your hard nipples. You were doe-eyed, your mouth slightly parted.

Bryan rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip, in a gentle almost caressing way. You darted your tongue out and nipped the fatty pad of his thumb. Bryan took a deep inhalation and your eyes drifted to his cock, which was still pressing against the front of his pants.

Bryan watched as you undid the straps of your dress, one shoulder at a time, and then shimmying it down, exposing your breasts.

You reached down to the button of his pants but Bryan caught your wrists instead.

“Not now. Later.” Bryan stood and then turned to help you stand. As much as he did want to fuck you, he wanted the satisfaction of denying you. Instead he pulled your straps back up. “You need to rest for what I have in store for later. Now what do you say for earlier? Did you learn your lesson?”

You nodded and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Maybe.”

Bryan leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Such a slut for daddy’s cock.” And with that he pinched your nipple hard, causing you to cry out once more.

***

The following day and the rest of the week that followed, Bryan made no further move other than little kisses and touches here and there. By the time the end of the week rolled around, you felt as if every nerve ending was electrified, like a ticking bomb waiting to detonate. You were so thrilled that the kids were going to their mother’s for the weekend. You would finally be alone with Bryan, with no interruptions.

As you hugged the children goodbye, Constance glared at you as she leaned against her car. The driver of Constance’s car came around and picked up the children’s overnight bags and loaded them into the trunk.

You waved goodbye and as you spun on your heels to go back inside, you heard your name called.

Constance crossed her arms. Her gaze was hidden by her oversized sunglasses. “May I have a word with you?”

Your heart was in your throat and you could feel the bile in your throat rise.

“Sure.” You replied weakly. “Inside, so as to not disturb the children.”

Constance pushed past you and into her former home, whipping her long blonde hair in your face. The sound of her heels echoed throughout. You followed her, feeling as if you were walking in molasses. She spun around, while removing her sunglasses. The tension was thick - easily cut through with a knife.

“The children told me they saw you and Bryan kissing.”

You swallowed hard. You opened your mouth, but she raised a finger at you, shushing you.

“And while the children don’t have an issue with it, I do. And don’t think for a minute that Bryan loves you. I see through you. You’re nothing more than the hired help, someone who can be easily replaced. I have made sure to protect my assets and I will not have some two bit tramp take what is rightfully mine.” And before you could even further digest what she said, Constance delivered a sharp smack across your face.

You cried out, covering your face from any other infliction. To add insult to injury, when Constance slapped you, the stones of her many rings were on the inside of her palm, which cut your face. Your face grew hot, matching the heat that emanated from your bruised cheek.

You watched through tears as Connie stormed off and got into the back of her car. You continued to watch until the car drove off. You went over to the hallway mirror, checking your face. You gingerly touched your cheek, wincing as you did so. And it was only then, you allowed yourself to cry.

***

Hours later, Bryan came home from the office; you were nowhere to be found. He searched his home and then your apartment. Your car was still parked, so he knew you couldn’t have gone far.

When he did find you, he found you sitting at the pool edge, with a pack of peas on your face. Your eyes were puffy, streaks of mascara had dripped down your face and dried.

You couldn’t bear to look at him, fearing you would burst into tears once more. So when he crouched down next to you, you instead chose to look into the pool’s reflection, explaining what had happened.

“Come.” Bryan responded, offering his hand to you. You sighed and stood, taking his hand into yours. Bryan led you to the bathroom, where he cleaned your face and applied the same salve on your cheek as he did on your rear, just days prior.

Bryan offered dinner, but you refused, just wanting to go to bed. Bryan pressed a kiss to your forehead before excusing himself to make a call. As you reached the door to your apartment, you could hear Bryan yelling on the phone. And fresh tears fell once more.

***

You woke up the next morning, your head pounding. You showered and tied your hair into a loose wet braid. You found Bryan in the kitchen, plating food from containers. He gave you a small smile as you padded in.

“You know I can’t cook for shit.” Bryan apologized. “Coffee?”

You shook your head. “In a minute. I just wanted to say about last night --”

Bryan came up to you and placed a finger over your lips. “Nothing. It wasn’t your fault. It was Connie’s.” Even hearing her name made you wince.

To your surprise, Bryan enveloped you in a hug and you nuzzled against his chest, taking in how warm and solid he was. The embrace was comforting and as his fingers trailed your spine, you felt yourself grow warm in other places. Gently, you pulled away from him and looked up at him. Constance’s words reverberated in your head. Instead you decided to lean into it. If you were going to get smacked, then at least make it worth it. “You know, you were going to make good on that promise to me…”

Bryan raised a brow. “Are you sure? Look, last night was a lot --”

You shook your head as you repeated the words from your voicemail. “I’m yours for the taking… daddy.”

Bryan took a deep breath and something in his whole demeanor changed as you called him that. He cupped your face and pulled you in for a searing kiss. His tongue rolled against yours, exploring your mouth. You could taste the lingering coffee on him and he could taste the minty remnants of your mouth. You reached down and rubbed the front of his pants, feeling his cock harden beneath your touch. Bryan took the bottom of your lip and gave it a nip.

***

In all of the places you imagined having sex with Bryan, the middle of his open concept kitchen was not one of them. You were on your back, on the rug that usually was by the sink. Bryan loomed over you. You eyed the large tent in his pants and licked your lips hungrily. Bryan climbed over you, covering your body with his. His hands threaded in your hair as he slanted his mouth over yours. Your legs wrapped around his hips, interlocking at the ankles. As the two of you kissed, he rutted against you. Your hands ran down his sides, using your nails to scrape his sides.

Bryan broke the kiss and sat back on his haunches, before reaching for the hem of his shirt and removing it over his head. You admired his broad chest, with the smattering of greying chest hair that you loved so much. Your eyes followed the trail down to where it disappeared under the waistband of his pants. You leaned up slightly and removed your top before reaching back to unclasp your bra, freeing your aching breasts.

Bryan’s mouth latched onto a nipple immediately, swirling his tongue over the pebbled flesh. You arched slightly into his mouth as his teeth gently scraped over the sensitive and heated flesh. One hand wrapped into his hair, and the other cupped your other breast. You tugged on his hair so he could equally lavish the other breast. He suckled hard on your tit, leaving a purple mark.

“Oh yes, Bryan.” You moaned. You were already so wet and ready for more. You raised your hips, desperate for some friction. Bryan moved further down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the valley of your breasts. His tongue laved on and over your belly button, causing your muscles to quiver. He finally made way down to just above your pelvic region where he made quick work of your pants and underwear, removing them simultaneously. Bryan tossed your clothes carelessly to the floor. You spread your legs, but he spread them further, hooking his arms under your thighs and bringing your sweet cunt to his mouth. He nuzzled your pussy, taking a deep inhalation of your scent. His hot breath on your cunt made you so eager in anticipation as to what was to come. You propped yourself up on your elbows and let out a giggle as Bryan gave you a wink before he dipped his head.

You let out an obscene moan and threw your head back as he flattened his tongue and licked a broad stripe up. The warm, wet muscle of his tongue circled your clit before his lips closed around it, suckling hard. You ground and rocked against his mouth, as he worked you closer and closer to orgasm. The enthusiastic sounds Bryan made as he ate you out only further served to heighten your arousal. Bryan would sporadically pause to lavish bites on your thighs but then would dive in, pushing his tongue inside of you as deep as possible.

“I’m going to come!” You cried out, feeling your orgasm about to crest. Bryan removed his mouth from you and you let out a whine at the denial. “Bryan!”

Bryan responded by sliding two of his thick fingers inside of you, using his thumb to roughly rub your clit. “You’ll come sweetheart. Don’t you worry. But you know what I want and I want you to give it to me.” His fingers crooked in a come hither motion towards your navel and a different kind of pressure began to quickly build. You grasped at the floor, your legs trembling. The pressure burst and your back arched in a bow as you came hard, squirting all over Bryan and the rug.

You barely had a chance to come down as Bryan eased out his fingers briefly and then thrusted three fingers deep inside of you, to the knuckles. “Fuck!”

“Give daddy another one sweetheart. You earned it.” Bryan commanded. His mouth returned to your clit, abusing and torturing it as his fingers began to jackhammer into you. You squeezed your eyes tightly, feeling the pressure build again.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna… oh God!” You wailed as Bryan removed his mouth and rubbed your clit with the flat of his palm rapidly. Warm wetness released from you as you squirted again.

“God I wish you could see how beautiful you are when you come for daddy.” Bryan purred as he licked your pussy juices off your thighs.

Your breath was shallow, your body trembling as Bryan stood to make removal of the rest of his clothes. His monstrously sized cock stood proudly, the meaty veins glistening with arousal. Bryan gave himself a few pumps. You widened your legs and Bryan shook his head. “All fours.”

You did as told, turning over on wobbly legs and positioning yourself on all fours.

You felt him line up with your entrance and you pushed back eagerly. His hands ran over your hips and then ass, grabbing the flesh. Teasingly, Bryan slipped the fat head of his cock inside you and then slipped out. He did it a few times and you let out an annoyed whine and pushed back once more.

Bryan pushed inside of you deeply in one smooth thrust, your cunt gripping him tightly once he was fully seated. Bryan groaned, deep and throaty, relishing in how your pussy took him so well. If he could have seen your face, he would have seen the dreamy smile on your face. Bryan’s cock was perfect and no one fucked you as good as he did. Bryan withdrew and then snapped his hips against the round of your ass, tearing a moan from you. Bryan grabbed the flesh of your hips and began to thrust in and out of you, setting a brutal and fast pace.

“Oh fuck yes daddy, give it to me!” You cried out, dropping your head. Your hair fell over your face, swaying in tandem with his thrusts.

“That’s it, take daddy’s cock.” Bryan growled as he placed a hand on the small of your back and leaned back slightly, watching as his cock, covered in your juices, disappeared in and out of you.

The sounds of obscene moans and deep, throaty groans filled the room as Bryan fucked you mercilessly. The sex was raw, primal and animalistic. Bryan withdrew and pulled you into standing position. You were about to question him, when he propped you on the table. He threw your legs over his shoulders and slid his cock back into you.

“Fuck, yes, oh Jesus fuck, give it to me! That’s it! Harder! Deeper!”

The table creaked and the table moved slightly as Bryan began to pick up the pace, his cock slamming inside of you over and over again. You could feel how his balls slapped against your cunt.

“Yes! Yes! Like that!” You panted. Bryan turned his head to one of your legs and licked the salt off your skin.

“Gonna come for me?” Bryan growled. “Gonna cream on my cock?”

“Yes, yes! Gonna make me come!” You cried out. Bryan dropped over you and a hand wrapped around your neck. Bryan squeezed and the air around you became thin. Bryan continued to fuck into you and you reached down to rub your clit.

Your walls began to tighten and flutter around Bryan’s length. “That’s it, give it to daddy.” He purred. “Let me feel you come and then I’ll fill you up real good.”

Bryan let go of your throat and moved to rub your clit as well, pushing your fingers away. You gasped, your lungs burning as air rushed in.

You came hard, your cunt squirting. You squeezed your eyes so hard that when you opened them, you saw floaters in your vision. Your cunt clamped on his cock again and you wailed again. “Bryan! Bryan! Oh my God!”

Bryan suddenly withdrew and he watched with obscene pride as you squirted again all over the table and floor.

“That’s right, make a mess for daddy.” Bryan growled. He then pushed you back down on the table, lifting your hips ever so slightly. He easily slid his cock inside of you once more and pounded into you erratically, chasing his own release. Bryan let out a deep groan, stiffening as he came, shooting his creamy hot load into you.

Bryan slumped over you and let out a sigh of content. You turned and pressed a kiss along his sweaty bearded cheek.

He withdrew and you let out a whine, already missing the feel of him inside of you. Bryan bent your legs to the knee and pulled your legs apart, his eyes focused on your pussy. “So full.” Bryan replied, again with pride.

You used the opportunity to squeeze some of your muscles, forcing some of his come out of you. Bryan let out a groan watching it drip out of you and onto the floor. He scooped some of his come that dripped out of you and slid his fingers inside of you, effectively fucking the cum back into you. You let out a shiver in response. Bryan slid his fingers out of you and sucked them clean before moving to stand you up.

You wrapped your arms around him, your mind still whirling. You were never going to be able to look at mealtime the same way again. “That was amazing.”

Bryan pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “And we have the whole weekend to ourselves.” He murmured and you hummed contentedly.

“I suppose we should clean this mess.” You stated, feeling yourself blush, despite the fact that you were both standing fully nude in his otherwise, pristine, white kitchen.

Bryan ran his hands through his hair, nodding. He then spoke again. “Don’t worry about Constance. I handled her.”

You looked up at Bryan, a small smile on your face. “Yeah?”

Bryan nodded and walked over to the sink, where he grabbed a rag. “She won’t be bothering you again or else. She’s just bitter and jealous. Her anger is misdirected - she should be upset with me. And even if she was, I don’t give a shit.”

You hummed and began picking up all the fallen clothes. “Thank you.”

Bryan wrapped his arms around you. “Now lets finish cleaning up and then let's take this to the shower.”

FIN.

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[vibraniumwing]

champagne problems.

a tony stark x reader blurb wherein the two meet again under very different circumstances.

WARNING: bittersweet angst, aside from that nothing else! 

A/N: i should be writing fluff but angst just gives me so much life for some odd reason. here’s a tony stark fic and i hope you guys aren’t that mad with me for posting another angst fic. i promise i have a fluffy one in the works, i promise !! 

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Tony’s parties are always known to be something in the sorts of extravagant or wild一 or the mix of both but this one was different. It was elegant and soothing; with the announcement of his engagement with Pepper Potts, it was bound for him to celebrate such a milestone before his next whole life as a married man. 

He was busy welcoming guests who he invited for such a party, in his arms was the woman he loved and thanked for being with him throughout the journey of his ups and downs. With every person whom they said their greetings, he pressed a small kiss to the woman’s temple as they chatted about what could happen on their wedding day. 

Being too preoccupied, he didn’t really pay attention to the performers until he heard the last performer bid their goodbyes as it was their final song before handing off the mic to the next person, “So this is my last song for the night. It’s… it’s a song I’m planning to release soon. Congratulations to the engaged couple” is what was said. 

He and Pepper turned to greet the said person but what he didn’t expect was to see you, clad in an elegant black dress that had gold leaflets that were placed at all the right places where it hugged your body. 

Your eyes met and you gave the couple a small smile, raising your glass of champagne to offer a toast before sitting in front of the grand piano situated in the middle of the stage and took a deep breath in before playing the first few notes of the song. 

You booked the night train for a reason, so you could sit there in this hurt. Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, you’re not sure which is worse.

Your voice was smooth as butter as it filled the room, shooting Tony right in the heart as he remembered that night clearly. 

Tony was walking to the car where Happy was waiting for him, a big smile on his face as he expectantly waited for the good news, only to find out that there wasn’t any. The dejected look on his face was enough to tell that there was no celebration to be planned that night. 

Words weren’t needed as the disappointment, confusion, and rejection was written all over the playboy’s face. He moved to rest his head on the car seat’s headrest as they sped up and over to the Stark Tower, his eyes catching glimpses of the crowded bars and lonely streets, wondering if any of the crowd would notice the pain he felt. 

Because I dropped your hand while dancing, left you out there standing, crestfallen on the landing

You were telling everyone the story of how you ended things with Tony Stark and none of them got the cue except for the two of you in the room. Despite the dim room and the spotlight on you, along with the memories that he buried deep into his mind, everything was as clear as day to him. 

“Tony, where are you taking me?” You laughed softly as he pulled you through the middle of a flower field. You thought it was another extravagant date night that he had planned out for the both of you but it was far from what you had initially expected; it was just you and him, in the middle of a flower field with a simple table and a candle lit in the middle of it. 

“Since when did you become a simple man? Where’s the extravagant and boujee dinner parties?” You humored as the two of you reached the middle of the meadow. It was nearing sunset and everything was so picturesque you hoped to paint in your memories for the rest of your days. 

You earned a scoff from the man who pulled out the seat for you, “As a matter of fact, i did consider that一 that whole extravagant thing but I figured that wouldn’t be much of a fit for you; or the fact that you didn’t want to be seen with me during such events.” He said, motioning for you to sit which you did after playfully doing a curtsy. 

“Which brings me to the reason why we’re here right now. I prepared well most of this to show you that I can be, well in fact, a simple man.” He said, patting down the sides of his pants, “You’ve一 You’ve shown me things in another perspective which I’m pretty sure I’m taking for the rest of my days… Thanks to you.” He gave an acknowledging nod in your direction. 

“But what… what I couldn’t live with is if I still kept you as a secret, which brings me to this.” He softly mumbled, looking away for a split second before getting down on one knee in front of you. “So will… will you marry me?” 

He was expecting an excited yes, a nod, and a few kisses but he was met with silence as he stared at your expression that was mixed with shock and guilt. The hand that was over your lips was now on your lap as you shook your head, “Tony, get up… I’m一 I’m not doing this. Not here, not now.” You told him as you stood up, attempting to walk away from all of this.

But he caught you instantly by the wrist, “Wait this wasn’t what I expected.” He said, looking into your eyes as he searched for a reason. “JARVIS, stop recording.” He called out, the suit reemerging from a distance and gave a small ‘yes, sir’  

“Well this… this wasn't what I expected as well. Tony, I never… I never thought you would ask me this.” You reasoned, heart beating so loud you could hear it ringing inside of your head. Your hands were shaking as it tried to wiggle free from his grip. 

“I’m sorry, Tony. I’m not ready. I’m not ready for any of this.” were the last things you said as you finally got away from his hold, running away and leaving him standing alone in the middle of the field, not even bothering to go up to the car and grab your purse; knowing Happy was there waiting.

And that was the last time he ever heard from you.

“... Tony, Tony!” 

He was cut off from his daydream with Pepper’s voice, “Are you good?” She asked, her voice laced with worry as she put a hand over his cheek, thumb caressing over the apple of his cheek. He merely nodded and pressed a kiss to her palm, pulling her closer to him; his eyes never leaving you as you were concluding the song. 

But you’ll find the real thing instead, she’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred. 

And hold your hand while dancing, never leave you standing, crestfallen on the landing. 

Your gaze fell back to the man you once loved, giving him a small smile, as if signifying that you were truly and completely happy for him. That you were more than excited for the life he had ahead with the woman who loves him truly. 

When the news broke that Tony had finally proposed to Pepper, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off from your shoulders. 

“So he finally proposed to her?” A man re-emerged from your room, walking up behind you as he hugged you from behind. You easily fell into his embrace and nodded, “Yeah, he did. I was honestly so worried that I might have just ruined the whole concept of engagements for him.” 

This earned you a laugh and a kiss on the crown of your head from the male, “I’m just thankful you said yes to mine.” 

“He made me realize a lot of things before I said yes to you.”

You won’t remember all my champagne problems. 

And with that the song was finished and you bowed down at the crowd before heading off the stage. You were off to slip away from the sea of people but you were stopped by the man of the night. “So you finally thought of seeing me… now?” Tony questioned, raising an eyebrow at you as he crossed his arms. 

“As soon as I got the news and everything, I opted to give my application as one of the performers of the night.” You answered, giving him a small smile as you clutched on your purse. He looked as good as ever but you were long past your days of being smitten over him; both of you are engaged now and you had no intentions of ruining that for the both of you. 

“Look, Tony. If you were looking for an answer to what I did to you back then, the only answer I can give you is the fact that I wasn’t ready.” You explained, heaving a deep sigh. “I got scared and ran away. A coward move, I know but I had no other alternative. I wasn’t your girl for… for all of this.” You motioned to the big party room and at everyone who was present. 

He was silent, which surprised you. He looked like he was contemplating on whether to speak or not. “I’m… I’m also engaged now一” You told him, bringing up the ring that was rather simple than the one he gave to Pepper. “一and I’ve moved on from the past. We’re both happy now, Tony.” You gave him a comforting smile as you patted his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Now, go back to your girl and give her all the love you shelved because of me.” 

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[witch-and-a-half]

a weasley winter holiday

who’d have thunk i’d get carried away with a christmas story during a september heatwave?

notes: reader x fred, fluff, no specific house/year/etc, a tiny innuendo or two ;)

words: a little over 3k (sorry it’s so long!)

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As the train slowed to a stop, Fred felt his girlfriend’s hand squeeze his gently. He glanced back at her with a soft but still humorous grin, “Nervous?”

“Not at all,” she exhaled. [y/n] did her best to give Fred a confident smile, but her eyes betrayed her. He could see a glint of worry in her eyes. [y/n] had visited the Burrow last summer before going to Quidditch World Cup, but that felt like ages ago. It was easy for her to disappear into the commotion of the Quidditch World Cup, and she wasn't dating Fred at the time. This was going to be her first Christmas at the Burrow… and her first time meeting the Weasley’s as Fred’s girlfriend.

Fred did his best to sound reassuring, “You really have nothing to worry about. Everybody knows and loves you already. You’ll only be meeting Bill and Charlie for the first time…”

“... and they’ll just be glad you’re distracting Fred from bothering them. Actually, I think you should be worried that I’ll be mad you’re hogging my prank buddy.” George finished.

[y/n] scoffed at George’s suggestion. She knew he was only joking, but there was still a little piece of her that wondered if there was some truth to his statement. Maybe her presence really would throw off the whole family dynamic.

The three rose to their feet, and Fred stretched up to grab their things from the overhead railing. Fred handed [y/n] her bag and took note of the way her hands shakily clutched its fabric straps. He pulled down George’s suitcase, shoving it into his brother’s arms with just enough force to knock him back into his seat. “Hey!” George looked genuinely confused. Fred only raised his eyebrows, communicating his irritation with his brother's statement. Fred took her hand and led the three out of their compartment where Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione were waiting. [y/n] took a deep breath. She was determined to squash the nerves before they got off the train.

You know the Weasley’s. She thought. They like you. Fred likes you. George and Ron and Ginny like you. Harry and Hermione will be there too, and they like you.

Fred noticed his girlfriend lighten as you walked through the train corridor. “[y/n] is worried Bill and Charlie won’t like her.” he jokes to the group. [y/n] stepped off the train onto the platform. “I’m not really that-” she started, but was interrupted by Ginny, who came to stand next to her, “It’s okay to have nerves. I’m sure Bill and Charlie will love you; they’ve already heard plenty of good things.” [y/n] shot Fred an accusatory look. His cheeks reddened a bit, “It’s not just me! Georgie and Ron and Gin have talked about you too.”

“There’s mum!” Ron said and he started pulling his trunk down the platform. [y/n] spotted the red-headed woman as she hurried toward the group with outstretched arms. Her face was as kind as [y/n] remembered, but she still felt a wave of worry sweep over her.

Fred had known for a bit that [y/n] was anxious to spend the holiday with his family, but she had been careful not to let him find out that she was most worried to meet Mrs. Weasley. [y/n] knew how loved Molly Weasley was—by her children but also by their friends—and she had been perfectly kind when [y/n] visited before. She had only spent a few hours with Mrs. Weasley before the World Cup though, and who knows how she would feel about her son’s girlfriend. [y/n] fought the urge to tense up as the words “my boyfriend’s mother” echoed in her mind. She knew it would break Fred’s heart if he found out his girlfriend was scared to meet his beloved mother.

[y/n] masked her nerves as Mrs. Weasley released Ginny from a tight embrace and turned to [y/n]. “Hello dear! You’re taller than when we saw each other last!” Mrs. Weasley pulled her into a warm hug. She smelled like fresh baked bread. In a funny way, it reminded [y/n] of the way Fred often smelled of explosives and sweets. “Thank you so much for inviting me to stay with you, Mrs. Weasley.”

“Oh, we are so pleased to have you dear. I’ve been so excited to get to know Freddie’s girlfriend.” She pulled away from the hug but kept her hands on [y/n]’s shoulders. The kind look stayed on her face as she looked [y/n] up and down.

“Yeah, he was basically begging in that letter-” George chortled.

Fred moved to smack his brother on the arm, but Mrs. Weasley beat him to it. “He didn’t beg,” her gaze turned from her sons back to [y/n], “And he wouldn’t have needed to. We obviously want [y/n] here for the holidays.” The hand that was still on [y/n] stroked her upper arm lovingly. “You can call me Molly, dear.”

“Mum, please, I’m starving.” Ron groaned. He had been first to receive a hug, so he had been waiting the longest while she worked her way through the rest of the group. His face turned a bit when both Mrs. Weasley and Hermione gave him a scolding look. He fell into step with Harry as Mrs. Weasley led the way out of the station. “Bloody hell,” [y/n] heard Ron whisper to Harry, “they’re already ganging up on me.”

~ ~ ~

[y/n] was quiet most of the way to the Burrow. She listened intently to the chatter. Mrs. Weasley’s children were catching her up on life at Hogwarts and all the other things they couldn’t fit into letters. Fred noticed his girlfriend’s silence and his heart panged as he realized she might feel out of place. He was just about to tell his mother about the pastries [y/n] had given out before their most recent Quidditch match—they turned half the school’s hair bright red and gold—when they arrived at the Burrow. Fred caught [y/n]’s eye as he unloaded their luggage; she looked content, but Fred wasn’t quite satisfied with that.

Fred and [y/n] were the first inside the Burrow, and they paused a few feet inside. [y/n] had barely begun to soak in how cozy the Weasley home was when she felt a soft pinch on her upper arm. 

“Ouch… Fred what was that for?”

He gave his girlfriend a toothy grin while she rubbed her arm in the same spot Mrs. Weasley had at the train station. “Just checking if you’re alright, love.”

At that moment, Mr. Weasley came into view at the bottom of the staircase. “Surely I didn’t just watch my son pinch his lovely girlfriend?” his tone was mostly sarcastic, but the emphasis on “pinch” turned Fred and [y/n]’s cheeks rosy.

“Yeah, honestly. Who raised you Freddie?” George said from the doorway.

Mr. Weasley patted George on the back as he passed his father to head upstairs. He brought Fred in for a quick hug and similar clap on the back, before extending his hand to [y/n]. His jaunty but firm handshake reminded [y/n] of when they’d met before. Her heart lightened as she remembered how kind Mr. Weasley was. He looked her dead in the eye, “Let me know if he pinches you again. Molly and I will scold him like when he and George were little and would bite their brothers.” [y/n] giggled as Mr. Weasley winked. Fred was too relieved by his girlfriend’s ease to defend himself.

“Oh, I’m sure [y/n} already knows Fred’s a biter.” Ron piped up from behind them.

[y/n] felt her face flush, and she didn’t even have to look at Fred to know his cheeks were the reddest they’d been all day. She turned to Ron just in time to see Mrs. Weasley gently smack the back of her youngest son’s head, “Ronald!” He rubbed the back of his head, still grinning. But the cheeky look fell from his face when he saw the anger in Fred’s eyes.

Ginny giggled and grabbed [y/n]’s hand, pulling her up the stairs “Hermione and I will show you where the girls sleep.”

As they climbed the stairs, Ginny turned back to [y/n] with an amused look still on her face. [y/n] mouthed a “thank you” for saving her from the most awkward moment of her life. As they neared the second floor, [y/n] turned to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Weasley quietly lecturing Ron. Fred stood beside her with his arms folded and face stony. But he still winked when he caught [y/n]'s eye.

Once the three girls reached Ginny’s room, they burst out into laughter. Even [y/n]. Ginny brought [y/n] to sit next to her on her bed. Hermione knelt next to her bag, but rested her hands on her knees before unzipping it, “Fred looked like he could’ve killed Ron on the spot.” [y/n] shook her head and leaned back onto Ginny’s quilted bed. “Oh my god,” she said, giggling in disbelief.

“Welcome to the Weasley home!” Ginny said with her arms spread out ceremoniously.

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During [y/n]’s first few days at the Burrow, she became much more at ease around Fred’s family. She no longer got lost on her way to the bathroom. When George or Ron poked fun at her, she quipped back as though they were in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Just as soon as she’d nearly relaxed, however, Bill and Charlie arrived. It was just a few days before Christmas and the oldest brothers were greeted with the same warmth and vigor as everyone else. Fred waited until everyone else had gotten a chance to say hello before bringing his girlfriend up to meet his older brothers. [y/n] was ever grateful that he boyfriend thought to introduce her without an audience. He rested his hand on the small of her back as they waited, and he rubbed a few gentle circles with his thumb as he led her forward.

Before she could reach out to shake Bill’s hand, he pulled her in for a gentle hug. She felt the nerves melt as he released her. But the worry rushed back when she heard Charlie’s concerned voice.

“Oh god Freddie…” he said, directing a convincingly sorrowful look at [y/n] and then Fred, “You haven’t told her?”

[y/n] bit her lip and glanced at Fred, whose eyes narrowed in confusion.

Charlie’s face broke into a familiar sunny grin, “She’s horribly out of your league.”

“Charlie, I swear to-” Fred began to lunge at his brother, but was cut off by a chuckle that made his heart leap. He turned to see [y/n] covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. “Oh, nevermind. I guess she already knows.” Charlie nodded, with a humorous glint in his eye that [y/n] had seen before in his brothers’ eyes.

“Just making sure she knows where you got your humor from!” Charlie called as he strode into the dining room.

~ ~ ~

Once [y/n] had warmed up to the oldest brothers, it began to be glaringly obvious which Weasley still made her uneasy. She knew Mrs. Weasley liked her. But everytime she was in the room, [y/n] began to overthink everything she said and did. What if she said something that made Mrs. Weasley think she wasn’t good enough for her son? What if Fred’s arm around [y/n] makes her upset? Aren’t mothers supposed to be judgmental of their son’s girlfriend?

The evening before Christmas Eve, [y/n] and Fred found themselves truly alone for the first time. They rested on a couch in the living room as the fire died out; everyone else had gone to bed or were chatting elsewhere. [y/n] sat next to Fred with her legs draped over his lap and her head rested on his chest. His arm reached around her shoulder, keeping her close to him. The opposite hand sat on her knee, his fingers tapping lightly on the fabric of her flannel pajamas. She closed her eyes and focused on the way his chest steadily rose and fell beneath her. His heartbeat was a bit less steady though.

“Can I ask you something?” Fred said softly. [y/n] had never heard his voice sound so unsure before. When she tried to shift to look at him, his hold only tightened. It was like he was worried she would leave if he didn’t keep her against him. Her voice was shakier than she’d have liked, “You can ask me anything, hon.” The hand on her knee stopped tapping and just held on firmly.

His words made her heart ache worse than she had imagined they would. “Do you-” he paused, “Do you not like my mum?” His voice was low, but clear.

“Oh Freddie…” she felt her eyes prick with guilt. “I absolutely love your Mum.”

His grip on her lightened and she pulled away a bit so he could see her face in the dim light. He wished she’d make eye contact with him though. “But you are so much quieter when she’s around…”

A moment passed before [y/n] looked up at Fred. When he saw the glisten of tears in her eyes, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. His gentle hand came to the back of her head to pull her into his shoulder. [y/n] nuzzled her head into her boyfriend’s neck. She fought back tears, but a few fell when she realized how unfair it was to Fred that she’d been treating his mother poorly and now he had to comfort her. She should be comforting him.

[y/n] wrapped her arms around Fred’s torso and sighed, “I just really want her to like me.”

Fred rubbed his fingertips along the nape of [y/n]’s neck as she explained how worried she was about Mrs. Weasley thinking [y/n] wasn’t good enough for her son. Fred’s confusion slowly melted away. Once she’d finished, [y/n] was startled by the feeling of Fred’s shoulders shaking. At first she thought he was crying, but when she pulled away to apologize, she realized he was laughing quietly.

Now [y/n] was confused. Fred brushed the tears off of her face lovingly, holding back the laughter that threatened to spill out when he saw how confused she was.

“Have you been paying any attention? Didn’t you hear what Charlie said?” Fred asked incredulously.

Lips pursed, [y/n] shook her head. She was only slightly irritated by her boyfriend’s sudden humor.

“You’re out of my league!” He grinned as [y/n] buried her head in Fred’s chest again. When she came back up to look at him, she was smiling too.

“Oh shut up!” she swatted his arm playfully.

“I’m not kidding!” Fred shifted sideways a bit so he could grab [y/n] by both shoulders and look her in the eye. “Do you know how relieved they are that I’ve found such a sweet and down-to-earth girl? My mum was convinced I was going to live here and bother her forever.” His voice was still quiet but earnest. [y/n] could tell he would be talking louder if it wouldn’t attract attention.

“Oh my god..” [y/n] said breathlessly. She felt a weight lift off of her shoulders. How long had she been carrying that weight? Her hands found the back of Fred’s neck and she pulled him in for a deep kiss. Since coming to the Burrow, they had only caught quick pecks or light touches, so the kiss was hungry and full of a welcome relief.

“Mum adores you [y/n].” He said when they pulled apart. His palm still cupped the side of her neck and his thumb rested gently on her jaw. Her breath gently fanned out along his lips as he saw tears tease the outer corner of her eyes. “[y/n], she told me she loves you. She even told me this morning.”

Only one tear fell, and Fred quickly swiped his thumb along her cheek to catch it.

[y/n] thought back to earlier in the day when Bill brought her and Ginny along to help him pick out a gift for his mother. Fred had stayed behind to help Mrs. Weasley bake Christmas cookies. [y/n]’s heart soared and she wrapped her arms around Fred’s broad shoulders. They sat like that, both relieved, for another hour or so. Occasionally, [y/n] would feel Fred’s soft lips on her forehead and she would leave chaste kisses on his neck and jaw in return.

Neither of them noticed when Mrs. Weasley passed by the doorway, pausing for a moment to look at them and smiling to herself. She recalled what her son had told her that morning as they made cookies: “Mum, I think I love her.”

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[y/n] was shook awake by Fred two days later. “C’mon girls! It’s Christmas!” George exclaimed from the doorway. Hermione and Ginny sat up groggily. The whole family had spent the night before decorating—and eating—the Christmas cookies. [y/n] had gone to bed exhausted but exhilarated by the sense of belonging. When Charlie accidentally broke his gingerbread man, he passed the leg to [y/n] and nudged, “Now it’s a stocking!” And Mrs. Weasley showed her how to make perfectly round buttons on her snowman cookie

Fred sat next to [y/n] on the couch as presents were opened. Everyone had loved the gifts [y/n] had brought: little Muggle trinkets she’d handpicked for each family member. The wide eyed look when Mr. Weasley opened his Mr. Microphone was absolutely priceless.

As the morning came to a close, Mrs. Weasley brought out packages wrapped in brown paper and tied up with shiny red bows. Ron muttered something to George under his breath as Mrs. Weasley carefully passed out the right gift to each person.

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” [y/n] smiled, without the hesitation she would have had a week ago.

She patted [y/n]’s cheek lovingly and gave her a knowing look, “You can call me Molly, dear.”

Everyone opened their packages to find the famous handmade sweaters. [y/n] set hers on her lap and gently traced the outline of her initial with her hand.

“Oh it's lovely Mrs.-” but she caught herself, “It’s lovely Molly. Thank you so much.”

[y/n] caught Molly’s gaze just long enough to see the love in her eyes. Before she could fully take it in, she felt Fred nudge her with his elbow.

She looked up at him, a childish smile still plastered on her face. “I thought these were only for family?” she whispered quietly. Fred grinned and brought his head down a bit to whisper in her ear.

“They are.”

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Young (Jung Jaehyun/Smut)

This was lowkey inspired by Lana Del Rey’s “Lolita” lowkey just lowkey. Been listening to that a lot

tags: Virgin reader, oral male and female recieving and giving, age difference (nothing illegal), teasing, best friend’s little sister, underage drinking, taking virginity, corruption kink etc a whole bunch of dirty fun 

Word count: 8090 (she’s long)

Summer was supposed to be memorable, especially when you’re young. The things you did with your friends, the people you meet, the things you do with people you love it was all supposed to leave a mark on your life, positive or negative. 

Back in his home town for the first time since college started, your brother was enjoying the familiar sights. The parties were lined up, the excursions with high school friends were planned and his friend from college was staying with him. Your brother was riding a high, high that came from the good life. 

“Thanks again for letting me stay at your place this summer.” Jaehyun said and looked at your brother from the passenger seat. “It’s really no problem man. Just hope you can enjoy yourself here.” You brother said as he pulled into his street. “With all the stuff we have planned, I don’t that I will.” He said and laughed, thinking about all the parties and stuff lined up. It only helped that your parents were leaving the next day to go on vacation. It was really going to be a perfect summer. 

Jaehyun moved to grab his bags from the truck after your brother pulled into the driveway. Your brother gestured for him to come inside and Jaehyun took a deep breath. He wasn’t nervous when it came to meeting new people, but he’d be staying in your house it was just different. 

“I hope the drive wasn’t too long.” Your mother doted, holding onto her son’s arm. She was happy to have him home. Jaehyun took a quick look around, scanning the house and taking in his home for the next coming weeks. “I’m so glad you decided to stay here for the summer and Jaehyun we are glad to have you.” Your mom said and stroked Jaehyun’s cheek with a loving smile. Your mom was just glad to have a house full of people, even if they were leaving the next day. It was a comfort to know you wouldn’t be alone all summer. “Where’s Y/N?” Your brother asked looking around the house for his baby sister. 

“She’s in the yard, I’ll call her.” You father said and moved to what Jaehyun presumed was the back door. Opening it, your father called out. “Y/N, your brother’s home!” 

Jaehyun looked towards your brother, with a cocked brow. “I didn’t know you had a sister.” He said and your brother shrugged. “Never came up. Oh my god.” Your brother panicked as your ran in, hugging him tightly. 

Jaehyun only caught a quick glimpse of you before you were tucked in your brother’s arms, but he was intrigued. Your short yellow sundress was covered in daisies, you were wearing beat up converse and you had blush coating your cheeks and nose. When you pulled away from your brother, he could see soft pink lipgloss coating your lips and the sparkles in your eyes. He knew he was in trouble. 

“Welcome home brother.” You said with a sweet voice as you smiled at him. “Good to be back loser.” He said and ruffled your hair, making you back away slightly and stick out your tongue. An innocent act. 

You weren’t oblivious to the other male standing there, your parents told you he was coming with a friend. You just weren’t anticipating that friend to look like that.

“This is Jaehyun, he’s gonna stay here this summer with us.” He said and you extended your hand to Jaehyun. He grabbed your hand, noting how small and soft it was in comparison to his. “Welcome home, Jaehyun.” You said and took your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at the man. 

That night, you had a family meal and your brother and his best friend were telling college stories. You had nothing interesting to share, your junior year in highschool being hardly anything interesting. You just did what you were supposed to until you didn’t have to anymore. It was summer and you could finally let go. 

“Now we’ll be gone before you kids wake up. So be good.” Your father said, standing in front of all of you as you sat on the couch. There was a movie playing behind them but none of you were paying attention. You were sat in an armchair as your brother and Jaehyun occupied the couch and Jaehyun was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of you. 

“Take care of your sister, too. She stresses us out sometimes.” Your mother added, making you sigh and cross your arms. “Hey!” You said and pouted making Jaehyun chuckle to himself a little. DId he feel a little guilty that he was attracted to you so fast? Yeah. Was he going to act on it? He wasn’t planning on it at first. 

“Will do, we’re in charge loser.” Your brother said and you tossed a pillow at him with a laugh. “I’m 18, I can take care of myself.” You said and your parents shook their heads. “Just behave.” Your father said and kissed your forehead before going upstairs, your mother following suit after. Jaehyun and your brother exchanged looks before stretching out on the couch with satisfied smiles. “Ah, the kingdom to ourselves as of tomorrow.” Your brother sighed, placing his feet on the coffee table. 

“Yeah and there’s that party at one of your friends’ house tomorrow too.” You said, tucking your knees under your chin and looking at them. “How do you know about that?” Your brother asked, his calm expression turning to a stressed one. “Almost all the seniors were invited, that includes me.” You said, your smile being sickly sweet as you did. You loved teasing your brother, it was just so satisfying joining in on his “college fun”. “I’m not babysitting you tomorrow.” He snapped and you shrugged. “You don’t have to, I have my own friends. You have yours,  just take me there and that’s it.” You said and pushed yourself out of your chair. 

Jaehyun swallowed thickly noticing how high your dress had ridden up, that coupled with your pink cheeks and lips, he felt hungry for you. 

You instantly noticed him staring at you, the second he met you his eyes were glued to you. You weren’t dumb and you weren’t going to lie and say Jung Jaehyun wasn’t attractive. He had dark trusting eyes, dimples when he smiled and a relaxed aura to him. Definitely a beautiful man. 

“Anyways, I’m going to bed. Long night tomorrow night.” You teased and walked away. Jaehyun watched, cocking a brow as he stared at your thighs. A sharp smack to his chest snapped him out of it. “Dude are you thirsting over my sister?” He asked and Jaehyun’s eyes went wide. “No man some light reflection caught my eye. Sister’s are off limits.” Jaehyun clarified before swallowing the lump in his throat. “Good, we tease eachother but that’s still my baby sister.” You brother said and Jaehyun felt guilt in his chest. 

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“Hurry up man, we’re already late.” Your brother yelled at you from the bottom of the stairs. “Just give me a minute!” You yelled back, looking in the mirror at your little short sleeved, blue cardigan that was left open. You buttoned the top 2 buttons and then quickly pulled on your shorts and sneakers. Admitedly, it was a little relieving but at the same time, it was your summer. You leaned forward and applied some pink lip gloss before shutting off the lights and running downstairs. 

“I’m ready, don’t have a cow.” You said and brushed past Jaehyun. He noticed, he instantly noticed that the only thing that was keeping your chest concealed from the world was 2 buttons but he couldn’t deny how good you looked. Your outfit was nice but he loved your makeup, soft pink eyeshadow on your lids and the same blush and gloss from the day before. You looked so flushed, you looked so fucked out and you hadn’t even been touched. 

 “You look nice.” Jaehyun said and you slipped your hands into your shorts pockets. “Thank you, you do too.” You said, smiling up at him and Jaehyun’s eyes flickered to your lips. Jaehyun was wearing a simple black shirt, with a plaid button up over top and black ripped skinny jeans to match. It was simple but he looked good and you couldn’t deny that.

The second you got to the party you spotted your friends and ditched Jaehyun and your brother. Jaehyun watched as you walked away, taking a seat on the arm of a couch next to a boy. He watched as the boy wrapped an arm around you, slipping his hand under your little top and kissing your forehead. He didn’t have a right to feel jealous but he did and that boy didn’t look right with you. 

You sat down, feeling Taeyong’s hand slip under your shirt as you did so. “Hey baby.” He said and you smiled at him. Taeyong wasn’t your boyfriend, but you had done things together. It was an unspoken unofficial thing and you could tell Jaehyun didn’t like it. Especially when you locked eyes with him from across the full room. 

Your brother ushered Jaehyun around the room before finding the person he was looking for, his girlfriend. “Jaehyun, you want the car tonight?” Your brother asked as he kissed his girlfriends cheek. “Why you askin?” Jaehyun asked as he sipped his beer that was given to him. “Because I have a feeling I’m not coming home tonight.” He answered and his girlfriend blushed. “Fair. Yeah give me the keys.” Jaehyun said and caught the car keys your brother threw at him. “If you see anyone feel free to take them home if you want. If not make sure Y/N gets home.” He added on and Jaehyun saluted. What if he wanted to take you home?

Jaehyun felt the pda between your brother and his girlfriend becoming a bit too much to be partner to and set off through the house. He knew no one there, this wasn’t his town and he felt out of place. He was expecting your brother to introduce him to people, but he understood how he got so sidetracked. Jaehyun would be too if he hadn’t seen his girlfriend in a while. 

You saw Jaehyun aimlessly walk around and settle for leaning against the snack table. “I’ll be back in a second.” You told your friends, Taeyong’s hand leaving your body as you walked towards the older male. “Hey. Having a good time?” You asked him, your hands in your pockets as you got closer. “Yeah, you’re brother just met up with his girlfriend and-” “Ditched you?” You cut him off and he laughed. “Yeah, but I get it. I’d probably do the same. But don’t worry about me. Go back to your boyfriend.” He said gesturing towards Taeyong who was watching you both. You giggled, covering your mouth as you did so before leaning in closer. “He’s not my boyfriend.” You said and Jaehyun cracked a smile. “If he’s not your boyfriend why is he touching you like that?” Jaehyun asked with a dark tone to his voice. It made you shiver slightly and you were about to answer when you felt cold beer spill all over your back. 

Jaehyun tried pulling you out of the way, his hand grabbing your waist and tugging you into his chest but it was too late. The back of your top was drenched with beer and all you could do was laugh. You pressed your forehead into his chest as you laughed and shivered at the cold. “Sorry Y/N!” The culprit said and you just shrugged it off. “It’s fine. Just cold.” You said and stepped away from Jaehyun again. He couldn’t help but find it adorable, the way you lost yourself in laughter in bad situation. 

“Man this is really cold and wet.” You said and looked at you with concern. He shrugged his plaid button up off of his shoulders, revealing his toned arms as he did so. “Here, take that wet stuff off and wear this. At least it’s dry.” You felt a heat in your chest at his words as he held up the item of clothing. Taking it from his hands, you waved it slightly. “I’ll be back.” You said and disappeared to the bathroom. 

The button up came down to your thighs, covering your shorts completely and you decided to leave the top 3 buttons open. Jaehyun took note of this when you returned to him. He almost couldn’t get the image of you in his clothes out of his mind after that. 

“That looks good on you.” Jaehyun said as you moved to sit on the table. “But I’m almost convinced you look good in anything.” He said softly before moving infront of you. His hands on either side of your body on the table. “Haven’t you found a girl to take home with you?” You asked, grabbing his beer and taking a sip. He chuckled before pulling the car keys out of his pocket. “Let me know when you’re ready to go home.”  He said, his response being incredibly bold and teasing to you. So you weren’t wrong about the looks from the night before. 

Jaehyun kissed your cheek before grabbing his beer from your hands. You watched him walk away, to go outside where other people were hanging out and you took a deep breath. A rush of nerves entered your body along with a rush of guilt. He was your brother’s best friend and you were shamelessly flirting with him. But maybe you weren’t completely in the wrong, he was flirting back and you couldn’t deny the looks he was giving you. 

You pushed yourself back off the table and walked back over to your friends, settling into Taeyong’s lap as you did so. “Don’t overthink it.” You thought to yourself and threw yourself into the party. Needing a distraction from your thoughts. 

The party came to lul and that was when you decided you were ready to go home and you attempted to find Jaehyun. You were admittedly alot more drunk than the last time you talked you to him and stumbling around. Walking outside, you saw Jaehyun sitting on a chair and talking to college guys from your area. He saw you enter the yard and perked up slightly, waving you over to him. You were a bit wobbly as you maneuvered through people before standing in front of him. You greeted the others as you knew they went to highschool with your brother. 

“You drunk babydoll?” Jaehyun asked, looking up at you and your hazy eyes. His nickname caught you incredibly off guard and made you feel small almost. “A little.” You mumbled and yawned. Jaehyun pushed himself off of his chair. He was having a hard time denying how cute you looked, with tired eyes and a little pout on your face. “Let’s go home then.” Jaehyun said and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You looked so innocent to him in that moment, he wanted to remember it. 

When Jaehyun came down stairs the next morning, he was surprised with an empty house. Your brother hadn’t come home, presumably still at his girlfriend’s house and you, well you were in the yard. He looked out of the back window and spotted you laying on the grass, on your stomach. It was really nice outside and it seemed you were taking advantage of it. His ran his hands through his hair as you sat up, stretching out your upper body. Your back was facing him and you were horribly unaware of his stares. 

Your little sundresses and innocent demeanor would honestly be the death of him, especially when you turned around on the grass and your eyes locked. You waved slightly as you noticed him and he bit his bottom lip. Jaehyun disappeared back into the house and you pouted, laying down on the grass completely now and staring up at the blue sky. 

“Here, don’t want to get grass stains on your dress.” His deep voice filled your ears as he blocked your vision of the sky. You propped yourself up on your elbows to see he was holding a blanket. Jaehyun noticed the pencil and sketchbook lying on the grass next to you before laying the blanket down. 

Jaehyun plopped down on the blanket, patting the spot next to him as he grabbed your sketchbook. You moved into the spot he chose for you and watched silently as he flipped through your drawings. You suddenly felt insecure, like a little girl waiting for her test to be graded. A smile pulled over Jaehyun’s face before he looked to yours, noticing the nerves on your face. 

“These are great. Going to art school after this or?” He asked and you shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about it.” You told him and adjusted your dress slightly. “You know our college has great art department, you’d fit right in.” He said and flipped even further. “I can help you put a portfolio together if you want.” Jaehyun suggested and you looked at him with doe eyes. You had considered art school and a portfolio wouldn’t hurt. It was about time you really started getting focussed on these things anyways. 

“Alright, I’ll go grab my drawings.” You said and pushed off of the ground. He didn’t mean to look, or maybe a part of him did, he wasn’t sure. But he caught glimpse of your sweet little lacy panties, noticing the fact that they had embroidered flowers on them as you skipped away. 

Your drawings were spread out over the blanket as you tried figuring out which ones to chose for your portfolio. “I’m leaning more towards that one instead of this one.” You said, turning your head to look at Jaehyun. “I like them both, they both work.” He said and got more comfortable, laying on his side propped up on his elbow mimicing the way you were laid down.

It was beautiful outside, the wind blowing lightly making the fabric of your dress move. Your sleeve slipped down, revealing your shoulder and collar bones (not that you noticed) and Jaehyun caught a glimpse. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, his hand coming up to lift your sleeve again. You felt his hand, turning to look at him again with a deep blush setting on your cheeks. Jaehyun lifted the fabric and watched you swallow thickly at his actions.

Your neck was just so horribly inviting and the way you were leaning into him was too much for him. Jaehyun pushed all of his morals to the side, pressing his lips to your shoulder lightly. You let out a little gasp at the feeling, especially as his lips moved closer and closer to your neck and left little kisses in their wake. His other hand came up, holding your chin as he kissed your neck. Jaehyun felt the way you relaxed into his touch, a small moan coming out of your mouth as his kisses got more intense. He loved the sounds more than he thought he would. You could feel him nip the skin, going to leave a mark behind and your whimpers got progressively louder. “You sound beautiful babydoll.” He mumbled against your skin before pulling away, admiring his work on your neck.

You looked at Jaehyun with hazy eyes. Sure you had been kissed on the neck before, but not like this. This was dangerous.

His hand was still under your chin as you looked at him and you were wondering if he was finally going to kiss your lips. Jaehyun swiped his tongue over his lips and you took a deep breath, finally tearing your eyes away from him.

“There you two are. I couldn’t find you guys.” And with those words from your brother entering your yard, his hands left you flushed and frustrated. “Yeah man, it’s great outside today.” Jaehyun said and waved your brother over. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling horribly worked up and wonder how Jaehyun was keeping a straight face. 

“I suggested to help Y/N with a portfolio for college. She’s crazy talented man.” Jaehyun complimented and you looked away, face to flush to look at anyone. “See mom would be proud that you’re being productive. Anyways, I’m just here to grab some clothes and I’m gone again. My girlfriend’s parents are out of town.” Your brother said and you looked at him. “Nice, you have a good time man.” Jaehyun said and they did that thing that good guy friends do with their hands. You thought it was odd that your brother was technically leaving his best friend in your care or was it the other way around?

“I think I have enough for my portfolio, thanks Jaehyun.” You said, gathering your drawing and practically running inside. How was Jaehyun playing it so cool? You felt like you were going to melt. 

It seemed Jaehyun and your brother had left the house, you having not seen them since you went inside after Jaehyun had marked you. They were gone for hours and you had simply hung around the house, bored and left to think about what had happened on the blanket outside. It was around dinner time when you heard your brother’s car pull up again. 

You barely looked up from your phone as they entered the house, being immersed in your texts with Taeyong as you sucked on a lolipop. “If they would both leave me without warning, they didn’t deserve my time of day.” You said, feeling particularly salty over the situation. You were sat on the counter in the kitchen, being too caught up in you conversation to move from your position. 

“Who you texting?” Jaehyun asked as he entered the kitchen. He leaned against the counter opposite to you and you barely looked up from your phone. “Taeyong.” You said and wet your lips with your tongue. You could barely look Jaehyun in the eye after that morning. 

Jaehyun watched as your tongue swirled over the lolipop as you held the stick with one hand, texting with the other. He could see the mark he left on your neck, smiling to himself with pride. Watching you, it took a while but you finally looked up from your phone and locked eyes with him. You placed the phone on the counter and crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Can I ask you something?” Jaehyun asked, eyes still locked with yours. You pulled the lolipop from your mouth, holding it against your lips as you nodded. There was thick tension in the kitchen, thick enough to cut with a knife. “How far have you and Taeyong gone?” He asked and you looked at him with confused eyes. “You mean sex?” You asked, your voice shaking lightly. “Yeah, I mean sex.” He clarified and you crossed your legs, feeling a sudden need for pressure between your thighs. 

“We’ve never had sex. I’ve never had sex.” You confessed, your voice faltering as you admitted to being a virgin. Jaehyun watched that blush he loved creep onto your cheeks. “We’ve messed around a bit though.” You added, your eyes meeting his once more. For some reason, this conversation wasn’t making you feel awkward. if anyone else would have asked, you would have dismissed it almost instantly. But all you could really think about was Jaehyun’s lips on your neck and it was clouding your judgement. 

“Messed around? You sucked him off, he finger fucked you, ate you out?” Jaehyun asked, his tone becoming a bit more intense. You squeezed your thighs as you looked at him. “Well one of those.” You said and looked away, the lolipop still between your lips. 

Jaehyun was surprised, you gave but never recieved. That hardly seemed fair. 

He pushed off of the counter and got closer to you. “So you’re telling me you gave and never recieved. Did he even offer?” Jaehyun advanced, his hands now on your waist as he settled between your legs. You shook your head “No” and he tutted. “What an ass.” Jaehyun mumbled and for the second time that day, his lips were attached to your neck. 

He nipped at the skin he had marked earlier, moving down further and kissing new skin. You could feel his teeth against your skin, making you sigh at the feeling. How could neck kisses be this addictive? Jaehyun was aiming to leave more marks, wondering what you’d look like covered in memories of him. He moved down gradually, his lips stopping at the top of your dress before pulling away again. You whimpered at the loss of his touch, making a cocky smile stretch over his lips. How could you be so fucked out already?

Jaehyun harshly tugged on your hips, moving you to the edge of the counter before sinking down to his knees. You gasped in surprise, feeling shy at the fact that he was practically eye to eye with your core. You took the lolipop out of your mouth, dropping it in the sink next to you as Jaehyun tugged your dress up. It bunched at your hips and you swallowed thickly as your eyes locked with his. His finger tracing the little embroidered flowers on your panties. “Cute.” He complimented quietly, listening to your breathing as he pet you through your panties.  

You moved your hips forward, on instinct almost. You felt so desperate. He chuckled, hooking his fingers under your panties and tugging them down your legs. You watched as Jaehyun tucked them into his back pocket before spreading your thighs. You didn’t need him to tell you, you definitely knew you were absolutely dripping. 

 “Fuck.” He groaned, his hands holding your hips tightly. You had nowhere to go, not that you wanted too and he leaned forward. Pressing a small kiss to your clit, you let out a shaky sigh and let your head fall back. Jaehyun’s eyes were open, watching your reaction as he wrapped his arms around your thighs. You tasted sweet and innocent, it was addictive and he wanted to taste all of you. 

Your back arched and your fingers tangled into his hair, a great feeling starting in the pit of your stomach. Jaehyun moved your legs over his shoulders, getting closer as if it was even possible. The moans coming out your mouth were music to his ears as he ran his tongue over you. “Jaehyun, fuck.” You tugged his hair harshly. Jaehyun hummed against you, pressing your hips down to keep you in place and revelling at the feeling of your thighs clamping down on his head. 

“I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, looking down at him. Jaehyun gripped your thighs tighter, not allowing you to go anywhere as he brought you to the edge. A small scream tore from your mouth as he threw you over the edge, his tongue working over you to make sure he rode out your orgasm as long as he could. 

Your thighs shook around his head and your fingers dug into the edge of the counter top. He pulled away from you, allowing his fingers to move from your hips down your thighs. He looked up at you and took a mental picture. God you looked so beautiful, so fucking innocent and sweet. 

Jaehyun came up to your face, not wavering at all before smashing his lips onto yours. “Finally.” You mumbled against his lips, making him laugh as he pulled your chest flush against his. His hands gripped your thighs, rolling his hips against your core. “Did that feel good, baby doll?” He asked, pressing his forehead to yours. “Did you know you taste so sweet?” He added on and you swallowed thickly, you felt shy. 

Your hands reached down to the front of his jeans before moving off the counter and dropping down to your knees. You felt the need to return the favor. 

Jaehyun chuckled, moving your hands away and cupping your face. “So eager. Not tonight babydoll.” Jaehyun said and looked down at your wide eyes. The way you looked up at him was enough for him to want to take you right then and there. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and he leaned down to your level. “I’m taking care of you tonight.” He said and kissed your lips softly. You felt so cherished, so little it made you nervous. You weren’t normally this shy when it came down to things like this. 

He pulled you up onto your feet, your legs shaking slightly. He didn’t feel guilt anymore, he felt pride and caring looking at you and he really didn’t care if your brother found out. 

You tucked your face into his chest, wanting to hide for a second and he wrapped his arms around you. His hand petting your hair. “You alright, doll?” He asked you and you hid your blush in his chest. “Just thinking. But I’m alright.” You said softly. Jaehyun’s voice was deep and comforting, you felt safe. 

“Thinking about the fact that my panties are still in your back pocket and what my brother would think if he knew this happened.” You said with a soft smile and he laughed at your words. He didn’t want to think about any repercussions, not just yet. “Go put on something comfy, I’ll order some food and we can watch a movie or something. And as far as the panties go, I’ll be keeping those.” Jaehyun said with a soft smirk, you smacked his chest lightly and hid your face in your hands. “Oh how embarrassing.” You mumbled and walked away to go change. 

Your brother had come home later that night. “Fucking fight.” His words as he entered the house. You and Jaehyun had pulled apart, his arms no longer wrapped around you and a big distance between you both on the couch as your brother stomped in. 

“She’s mad at me for no reason.” Your brother said and sat inbetween you two. He was completely oblivious to the fact he had interrupted something. Did you feel bad that your brother’s girlfriend was mad at him? Yeah. Were you annoyed that he had come home? For sure. 

You watched Jaehyun pat his back before looking at you with sorry eyes. You seemed to have a permanent pout on your face as you redirected your engy to the movie playing. “I’m sorry man.” Jaehyun told him and your brother sighed. “It’s fine. Should be alright by tomorrow, but right now I just wanna get shitfaced drunk. Come on, let’s go. An old friend of mine is having a party tonight.” Your brother said and you bit your lip in frustration. You shouldn’t have felt jealous, afterall Jaehyun was your brothers’ friend first.

“Now?” Jaehyun asked and your brother nodded. “Yeah now. It beats sitting at home and watching a movie.”  You sighed and pushed yourself off of the couch. “In that case, I’m going to go to bed. You two have fun at the party.” You said and smiled at Jaehyun. He seemed apologetic, knowing that you were enjoying the time with and he was enjoying the time with you. But to avoid suspiscions, he went along with your brother. 

“We need to get you laid man.” Your brother said as you were about to leave the room and you bit your bottom lip to refrain from saying anything. You didn’t own Jaehyun, he wasn’t your boyfriend. Fuck, you met him that week and he was your brother’s best friend. He didn’t owe you anything, if he wanted to get laid with another girl that was his choice and you knew that. You were just scared you got played. He didn’t make you any promises. 

Jaehyun felt bad when you walked away but he felt even worse at the party your brother had dragged him too. He wasn’t looking to fuck some random girl at a party, even if that might have been the plan when they planned their summer. 

And as pretty as the girl was that your brother introduced him too, he wasn’t into it. He was too lost in the way you tasted earlier that day to have his mind on anything else, he didn’t even feel like drinking much. Jaehyun pursed his lips at his thoughts before pushing his hair back slightly. “You haven’t heard a word I have said, have you?” The girl in front of him said, snapping Jaehyun out of his thoughts. “What?” He said in response and the girl stood up, watching away in annoyance. “Jerk.” She muttered under her breath and he shook his head in response. 

Your brother witnessed the exchange, letting his girlfriend go to approach his friend. “I’ve never seen you strike out like that.” Your brother said and Jaehyun laughed. “Yeah man, just kind of out of it.” He explained and your brother nodded his head. “If you wanna go home man, here are the keys. Me and her made up anyways.” Your brother gestured to his girlfriend and she waved at them slightly. “You sure? You really wanted to go out earlier.” Jaehyun sounded almost too enthousiastic. “Yeah I’m sure man. There are plenty of parties to go to later man.” Your brother tossed him the keys and stood up. “Can you do me a favor though? Check in on Y/N for me, she seemed upset earlier.” Your brother asked and Jaehyun smiled to himself. “No problem.” 

Jaehyun had an internal debate as he walked up the stairs. He could either just bypass your room and go to bed, or he could see if you were awake. There was a slim chance considering how late it was, but when he saw the light under your door, he was encouraged. 

Knocking lightly, Jaehyun took a deep breath. “Hey, Y/N it’s me.” Jaehyun’s voice filled your ears. You were half asleep when you heard the knock and his voice. “Hmm, come in.” You mumbled, cuddling your pillow. Your door opened and he stepped in. “Oh you were sleeping. I’ll leave.” He said and reached for the door again. “No, stay.” You said, perking up and sitting up in your bed. He walked up to your bed and you looked him up and down. You pat your bed, moving to the side to make room for him. 

“My clothes smell like beer. You don’t want that in your bed.” He chuckled and you fumbled with your blankets. “Then take them off.” You said softly and he smiled. Leaning down, he crouched next to your bed and looked you in the eyes. Jaehyun’s hand came up to cup your chin and thumb swiped over your bottom lip. “What was that babydoll?” He asked, wanting to here you say it again. Confidence was incredibly sexy on you. “I said, then take them off.” You repeated and watched him stand up again. Heat was definitely pooling between your legs as you cuddled further under the blankets. 

Jaehyun’s hands moved to the bottom of his shirt before pulling it off completely. He was very fit, harsh lines being over his abdomen and that pretty v disappearing into his jeans. You took your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his hand move down to the button on his jeans and then he stopped. “You know what, why don’t you do that for me?” Jaehyun said and looked at you. A blush rose onto your cheeks but you hardly hesitated. Pushing the blankets back, you got out of bed and dropped down to your knees. 

Your doe eyes locked with his as your hands undid the button of his jeans and dragged his zipper down slowly. Your fingers grazing over his hard on, making him swallow thickly. He had been teasing you all day, it was your turn now. You pulled his jeans down slowly and moved to his briefs. You didn’t know what to do when it came to recieving but you had been in this situation before and had a surge of confidence running through you. 

You ran your index finger of the outline of his cock, making him hiss slightly. Jaehyun didn’t like to be teased, but seeing you confident in front of him like this made him accept it more. Pulling his boxer’s down, you ran your tongue over your lips and he chuckled. “You’re going to drive me crazy.” He said softly while watching you. Your hand guided him to your lips, kissing the tip gently and locking your eyes with his again. 

Your lips wrapped around him fully and you took him as far as you could. Your tongue flattening against the under side of his cock. Jaehyun slipped his finger’s into your hair and you hummed slightly. He was taking so many mental images as he forced you to take a little more into your mouth. Your eyes slightly watering, your pink cheeks and your lips wrapped around him. What a sight. 

“Babydoll, you’re doing so good.” He praised, making you moan around him. He moved your head, making you take him a little more and he felt oh so good hitting the back of your throat. “So good.” He said again, moaning slightly. You loved the praise so much, you almost had to slip your hand down your panties. But your finger tips only made it to the waist band. 

“Does my babydoll like praise so much?” Jaehyun asked, noticing your hand. “Use your words doll.” He said and pulled your mouth off of his cock. “Yes. I love it when you compliment me.” You said, catching your breath. He loved it, you ate up his words, you trusted them. There was a pause as you looked at eachother and you sat up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. “Fuck me.” You said, being incredibly sure in your choice to lose your virginity to him. 

Your words took him back, they were so bold and sure. “Are you sure?” He asked, moving forward to cup your chin again. “Very sure.” You said, his eyes searching yours for any doubt. When he didn’t find any, his lips slammed into yours. Stepping out of pants and boxers, Jaehyun moved to pull your sleep shirt off of your body. His lips seperated from yours as your shirt was pulled over your head and he let out a groan. You couldn’t think of one girl that wore a bra to sleep so there you were, completely bare aside from your panties. 

You swallowed thickly before moving further up your bed to lay down. Jaehyun watched you and followed, making sure to grab a condom from his wallet before doing so. “You’re beautiful.” He mumbled before pressed a soft kiss to your lips and quickly moving down to lace kisses down your chest. More marks had bloomed from his attack earlier that day and he took a moment to admire them. “So sweet babydoll, for letting me mark you.” He whispered against your skin and bit down. A small gasp left your mouth and he smiled before moving down further and taking your nipple into his mouth. Your fingers gripped his hair in response as swiped his tongue over the bud. 

You could feel his hand graze over your panties as he sucked on your nipple and he rubbed your clit slowly. You were in sensory overload and he had barely done anything. “Jaehyun, please.” You moaned, wanting him badly and being done with his teasing. “Babydoll I have to prep you, don’t want you to hurt tomorrow.” He said and you could feel him pull your panties to the side. His eyes were on yours as he slipped a finger into you, curling slightly. Something about the way your eyes fluttered shut made him smile, your actions were just so endearing. 

He added another finger, making your fingers grip his hair tightly as he curled them both. Jaehyun hissed at the feeling of you tugging his hair and you giggled slightly, only for that giggle to turn into a moan. You could feel yourself already being close from having been worked up for so long. 

Jaehyun pulled away and you whimpered, eyes opening again to see him rolling the condom over his cock. You felt nervous, it was your first time after all. You only acted confident with the things you knew.  

He looked at you reading the nerves on your face. “You still want to do this right?” He asked looking at you. “Yeah, I’m just a little nervous.” You admitted and he settled inbetween your legs, wrapping them around his waist. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. If you want to stop, just tell me.” Jaehyun said, his forehead pressing against yours. “Alright, I trust you.” You said and felt him tug at your panties. He moved them off of your legs and wrapped your legs around his waist again. 

You could feel him press into you slowly and you looked down at where your bodies were connecting. “You wanna watch?” He asked, noticing your gaze down. You nodded slowly, completely fascinated with the fact that he would be fitting inside of you. He chuckled and adjusted his position and angled your hips upwards more. 

Slowly he slid into you further, watching you watch yourself. Something about that view was egging him on alot. The stretch was uncomfortable, but not painfull, not like some people had told you before. You were too distracted by the way he fit inside of you to really feel much discomfort anyways. He kept his hips still, waiting for your sign to start moving and you looked up at him.

“Please move.” You said and the way it sounded was more like a whine. Jaehyun abided, needing to take a minute to not just start pounding into you as much as he wanted to. He rolled his hips gently, admiring the small moan that came out of you as he did so. God you were so tight around him he could barely control himself. 

“God, Jaehyun.” You moaned and he pressed his forehead to yours. “Does that feel good, babydoll?” He asked, his hands gripping your thighs. “Yes, please go faster.” You choked out and he could barely believe your words. You were constantly surprising him. He pushed your thighs towards your chest and picked up the pace, hitting that spot deep inside of you. Your nails scraped down his back, as you felt yourself getting close. Jaehyun could tell too, especially the way you clamped down around him. 

“You feel so good, babydoll. You make me feel so good.” He complimented only to feel you clench around him at your words, making him chuckle. His hand moved to your clit, rubbing circles on it to bring you to the edge. “Come on, cum for me. Show me how good you are.”  He said and if it wasn’t for the way he was making you feel, his words were enough to bring you there. 

“Fuck.” You moaned, your legs wrapping around him as you came. Jaehyun fell forward, his face tucking into the crook of your neck as he came as well, letting out some of the most beautiful noises you had ever heard. 

He stopped moving, just resting for a moment on top of you and you played with the hair on the back of his neck. Your legs were trembling slightly as you held him, your breathing heavy as you both calmed down. “You okay?” He asked, kissing the skin of your neck lightly. “Yeah, I’m fantastic.” You hummed and he chuckled. Rolling off of you, Jaehyun took off the condom and tossed it in the trash. 

You turned to your side, resting your head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around you and chuckled slightly. he quickly kissed your forehead. “You’re so sweet for me babydoll.” He whispered and you blushed. You just had sex with the man but the compliments still made you shy. “I’m going to grab something and clean us up, alright?” Jaehyun asked and you nodded slowly. You felt so soft and cared for, even if he wasn’t there in that moment. 

He came back with a washcloth, wiping you off gently and kissing the little marks he had made on your body. Jaehyun had grabbed a new pair of boxers from his room and pulled them on. “Where’s your underwear?” He asked and you laughed slightly as he looked at your closet in confusion. It was cute, the big dominant energy he had before now changed into caring mode and it was a sweet switch. “Over there.”  You said pointing to the drawer. “Ahh.” He said softly and moved over, grabbing a random pair and handing it to you. Picking his shirt up off the ground, he handed it to you to wear too. 

“I can wear my own pj’s you know.” You said, pulling the underwear and shirt on. “i know, but I like you in my clothes. Just like at that party.” He explained, crawling into bed with you. You hid your smile slightly, not wanting him to see how soft he had actually made you.

Jaehyun tilted your chin to make you look at him, your lips swollen from the kisses and your cheeks completely flushed. “You’re so damn beautiful you know.” He said and you laughed out loud before laying down on your pillow. “I’m not lying.” Jaehyun said and laughed down next to you, face to face with you. “You’re handsome.” You said, allowing your hand to move up to his face. Your finger traced his jaw and then his lips as you saved his features into your mental hard drive. 

“Let’s go to sleep babydoll.” He said softly, hands stroked the skin of your thighs lightly as you curled into him more. Jaehyun held you close, feeling an incredibly large wave of emotional attachment as you slowly started falling asleep. Oh how the guilt started to set in. 

-

You woke up to a cold, empty bed and yelling coming from downstairs. You couldn’t make out the words being said, but boy could you hear it. You felt wobbly, kind of out of it as you left your bed and room. A dull ache between your legs from last nights events. You slowly made your way down the stairs, pausing when you heard what was being said. 

“You fucked my sister.”  Your brother yelled and you felt your heart stop. “You fucked my sister, for what? Because she was there and because she was available?” Your brother sounded so angry, you had never heard him sound like that before. You were absolutely frozen, scared to take another step down the stairs. 

“It’s not like that man. I wouldn’t do that.” Jaehyun said and he sounded apologetic. “But you did! You fucked my little sister!” Your brother said again, his tone making you cringe. “I said it’s not like that man. It just happened. I really like her.” His words made you blush and gave you a little bit of courage. You left the staircase and entered the room. They both looked at you with surprise and you felt a lump in your throat. 

“Y/N, go back upstairs while I deal with this.” Your brother said and you furrowed your brows. “No, this involves me. I’m going to take part in this conversation.” You said and your brother looked at you with disbelief. “He manipulated you into sleeping with him.” Your brother claimed, pointing at Jaehyun. Jaehyun looked hurt, like a kicked puppy and you felt small again, not in the way you liked. 

“He didn’t manipulate me into anything. I made a choice, I chose to sleep with him. Jaehyun didn’t manipulate me into doing anything.” You said and you see Jaehyun getting closer to you slightly. “Look, you don’t like this and I understand. But don’t get pissed at him for choices we both made.” You added on and your brother looked at you both in silence. You couldn’t read his expression anymore, it seemed that he was going through multiple at the same time. 

“Don’t fuck when I’m in the house.” Your brother said and walked toward you both. “And you. Don’t get her pregnant because I will seriously damage you.”

A/N: The end is kind of a cop out and it jumps around a lot. But I am kinda proud of this. Anyways I would love feedback. I love you guys. I’m going to bed now. 

[obxsummer]

Three Times // JJ Maybank

word count: 3.6k

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: child abuse, descriptions of injuries, underage drinking, cursing, honestly these poor kids wow

summary: the two instances where you flinch at jj’s touch and the one where he finally finds out what’s wrong.

requested by @jjobx​

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The first time, JJ got suspicious.

You wanted to scream. Your voice was gone, lost somewhere in the chaos as you curled up on the floor of the kitchen. You wished you could leave, go back to California with your mom, but she was gone, and instead, you were stuck here with your shitty father and primadonna of a step-mother. It had started recently, the abuse. The first few months in the Outer Banks had been awesome. You were so excited to finally be on the coast with the remainder of your family but it changed faster than you could blink.

You never knew stating your opinion on what to have for dinner would end with bruises on your ribs and a bloody lip, but your dad never failed at making sure you knew your place. “Fuck,” You mumbled as you got to your feet and grabbed a paper towel to wipe off the blood from your face. Glancing at the clock, you knew you were late for movie night with your friends so you ran upstairs to cover up with some makeup before walking out.

A few days after moving in with your dad, you had met the resident Pogues: John B, JJ, Kiara, and Pope. Their friendship was unmatched, but they were quick to welcome you into their group with open arms. The five of you got along so well it was as if you had known them your entire life. It didn’t take long until you found yourself staring at JJ most of the time, curious as to what it was like to be wrapped up in his arms as more than friends. Luckily, he was open to letting you find out and the two of you had been dating since.

The usual chaotic energy was evident when you made it to John B’s house. You could hear JJ’s laugh as soon as you stepped on the screened-in porch followed by Kiara’s scream. It was evident what had happened, with Kie’s soaked hair and clothes while JJ held empty water bottles.

“You dick!” She screamed as she turned towards him to attack him for revenge. “That was freezing!”

While your boyfriend was busy defending himself, Pope greeted you with a drink. “What’s up?” He asked as he uncapped your spiked lemonade for you.

You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a smile before taking a drink. “The usual, Pope. I can’t wait to move out.”

Your friends weren’t strangers to the fact that your dad and step-monster were mean at times, but none of them knew the extent of everything. You chose clothing wisely and always covered anything up with makeup before getting close to them. Even when you and JJ spent time alone, you were careful about how much you revealed.

“Babe, help me!” JJ whined for your assistance as he continued to fight off Kie’s anger. You shook your head at his antics and continued to sit next to Pope just as John B entered the area.

“Absolute dumbass,” John B mumbled as he sat on your other side. He twisted his bandana around his neck before relaxing against the couch cushions. “You know not to fuck around with Kie, bro!”

Once Kiara managed to get JJ back enough to her standards, she let him go. With a satisfied smirk, she stepped back to admire her work. While JJ had managed to get her with water, she found it fitting to retaliate with the rest of her beer which covered his t-shirt and hair.

“Ah fuck,” JJ cursed as he pulled his shirt off his body and threw it on the ground. “Now I gotta shower, Kie.”

She didn’t even apologize and instead went inside to get another drink. JJ groaned and tried to dry his hair off as much as possible with his shirt before facing the three of you with a frown. You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped at the sight of him looking like a wet puppy.

“Come on.” You stood up and offered him your hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Whistling followed your words as Pope and John B winked at the two of you, leaving JJ to flip them off as he let you pull him inside. You walked into the back room to grab an extra shirt from the collection of clothing that was forming slowly. Honestly, each of you had a fair share of your stuff around John B’s house. You weren’t sure why, probably because you all spent so much time here anyway, but it was turning out to be convenient.

“Here.” You handed him a new shirt alongside a towel for him to shower. “Now go clean off so we can actually get drunk and enjoy the night.”

“You’re so good to me.” JJ took the items before setting them aside and turning back to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closure. You shook your head at him, leaning forward to kiss him lightly before moving back. JJ’s hands squeezed your hips but you jerked back at the sharp pain in your side from where your step-mother’s heel had connected with your body.

JJ let go instantly, his eyes filling with concern at your reaction. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“JJ, you’re fine, bub. Go shower.” You quickly made a move to get around him and head back outside, but his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a stop.

“Talk to me,” He whispered as his thumb rubbed your cheek gently. “What happened?”

You shook your head and gave him a smile to try and reassure him. “I fell down the stairs earlier because I was moving too fast to get here. It’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.”

Although he didn’t seem convinced, JJ let you walk away. He watched you disappear onto the porch again before he moved into the bathroom to shower. He wasn’t an idiot. As someone who fell at the hands of his father, he knew enough about the pain that followed and how often it had him flinching in someone’s grip. Now, he was worried, but if you weren’t going to tell him, he would have to figure it out himself.

--

The second time, JJ got frustrated.

You were laying out on the HMS Pogue next to Kiara, both of you tuning out the boys as you tried to tan. It was John B’s birthday, and despite your wishes to throw a small party, he really just wanted to spend the day with the four of you doing whatever he wanted to do. For him, that meant getting drunk on the boat by three and crashing on the couch to watch movies all night.

You had managed to avoid setting your dad off the entire week and you were hoping he would be in a good mood for you to invite your friends over for some pizza and movies. You never really asked much of him, or your step-mom Kimberly for that matter, but he somehow found a way to make it seem like you did.

Once you guys made your way back to shore, you pulled out your phone to call your dad while everyone unloaded the boat. Sending JJ a look, you stepped aside to be away from the noise for a few minutes.

“Hello?”

You took a deep breath. “Hey, Dad! Um, are you busy?”

You could hear him sigh. “Not at the moment, but I don’t have much free time. What do you want?”

“I was just wondering if I could have a few friends over to hang out, maybe spend the night? I was going to order pizza, and pay for it of course, but I just wanted to see if-”

“Goddamn it! I thought Rick handed this in. Y/N, look, I have to go. You know the rules, nobody at the house. Your ass better get home now or you’re grounded, do you hear me? And Kim said you didn’t even do your chores so you’re already on thin ice.”

Tears filled your eyes as you nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

“Stupid bitch. Leaves her worthless daughter to come to me and become my problem. How the hell is that fair-”

You hung up, not wanting to hear another word he was saying into the phone. You turned around to see John B and JJ waiting for you to finish up. You quickly wiped the evidence of tears off your face before walking towards them.

“Everything okay?” John B asked as he recognized your upset expression.

You forced yourself to smile as you shook your head, shoving your phone into your pocket. “My dad needs me home. Something about people visiting. I’m so sorry, JB. I tried to reason with him but he’s just-”

“You’re good, Y/N.” John B stood up to give you a hug, rubbing your back as he did so. “Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

“You were supposed to spend the day with us though!” JJ interrupted as he stood up. He was clearly upset about your departure and for some reason, he wanted to make sure you knew. “This is bullshit, Y/N! You’re seriously leaving early on his birthday.”

You shook your head, not needing JJ’s criticism at the moment either. Thankfully, John B came to your rescue. “Bro, leave it alone. There will be a million and one opportunities for us to watch movies together. It’s no big deal”

“It’s your birthday, man,” JJ continued to argue. “We promised we’d spend the day with you.”

You stepped back slowly, inching towards your car that was parked next to Kiara’s. “I’m sorry,” You mumbled as you watched your boyfriend try to reason. “I wish I could.” Without another word, you ran to the driver’s seat and climbed in. As the car came to life, you spared a glance out the window to see JJ glaring at you before driving away towards the place you barely considered home.

Kimberly had taken care of you herself once you arrived. It started with screaming about how you didn’t tell her you were leaving this morning, which you definitely did, she just didn’t listen. Then, it was pulling at your hair, followed by scratching the hell out of your arms and even your face with her razor sharp nails. It ended with her shoving you on the floor of the kitchen, telling you to clean the house until it was spotless or you’d regret it later.

You regretted not running away is what you told yourself as you showered later that night. Your knees were bruises from all of the cleaning and you swore Kimberly drew blood in multiple places with her devilish hands. It all ended with a lovely punch to the ribs from your dad once he found out that you didn’t clear your day’s events with them. Needless to say, you should’ve stayed at John B’s and never come home.

Crawling into bed, you let out a drained sigh at the feeling of your soft sheets and pillows. Nothing had ever felt more relaxing. You stayed there for a moment, just embracing the sound of silence that you had never found to be so peaceful. A second later, the silence was gone as someone knocked on the balcony doors.

With a quiet whimper, you pulled yourself out of bed to open your curtains to reveal JJ standing outside. You put a finger to your lips before opening the door slightly to let him in.

“What are you doing here?” You asked once you closed the door and turned to face him. Luckily, there was limited light meaning JJ wouldn’t see the true extent of what was going on behind your hair-covered face and long sleeves.

He shook his head as he kicked his shoes off and tossed his hat aside before flopping on your bed. “I wanted to see you. We didn’t get to spend much time together today.”

You frowned and moved to sit next to him. “I know. I’m sorry, Dad was just being really uptight about everything and-”

“Baby, it’s okay,” He said as he rolled on his side to face you. “Look, let’s not talk about it. I just wanna spend some time with you.”

You shuffled down to lay in his open arms, enjoying the smell of his cologne mixed with the weed he no doubt shared with Kiara at John B’s. You were grateful that JJ could sometimes see through the lines, even though he could be difficult at other moments.

“Missed you,” He hummed as he kissed your forehead, his lips moving down to press against your neck as he shifted to hover over you. Your hand lifted his chin up to meet your own as you locked your lips with his, moaning at the taste of his watermelon chapstick. You loved the little things about JJ, the things he probably wouldn’t even notice himself. Like the freckles on his face, or the dip of his collarbones in a white t-shirt.

JJ’s hands moved to your waist as his thumb rubbed a circle against your hip bone. The second his fingers wandered under your shirt however, it was game over. You gasped and pulled away, instantly sitting up as you shied from his touch.

“Y/N-”

“Sorry!” You interrupted as you put your head in your hands. “I just… I’m not in the mood, JJ.”

Completely flustered, JJ got off your bed to stand. “Not in the mood?” He repeated, “Y/N, what the hell is going on?”

“Keep your voice down,” You whispered as you feared your parents would hear.

“No!” JJ ignored your pleas. “You’ve been acting so weird lately, and now I think I know why. First, it was the other week when Kie dumped beer on me and you pulled away, then today leaving before movies, and now you’re not in the mood?” He mocked you as he waved his arms around angrily. “You’re cheating on me.”

“What?” You gasped as you got to your feet. “JJ, no. I swear that’s not what’s happening, I just-”

He cut you off, holding up his hand in front of you. “I don’t want to hear it. Until you tell me the truth, this, us. We’re done.”

You froze in your spot as he collected his stuff before walking out onto the balcony, slamming the door loudly behind him. You winced at the noise, praying it didn’t echo through the house. Your luck had run out, however, and the sound of stomping feet soon followed before your door was thrown open.

“What the hell was that?” Your dad shouted as he observed the room, noticing you were standing next to your bed silently. “Answer me!”

You shook your head as you pointed to the balcony. “I left the door open and the wind blew it shut!”

Your dad seemed to consider your answer for a moment before his eyes dropped to the floor. He took a few steps forward and bent down before standing up with a white necklace in his hand. You bit your tongue, instantly realizing it as the one JJ always wore.

“What’s this?” He asked as he turned to face you.

“It’s mine,” You answered quickly, “I made it.”

Your dad seemed to grow angry. “This isn’t your necklace. Was there somebody in here?’

“Dad, no, I didn’t-” You don’t even know why you bothered, he wouldn’t believe you anyway and instead of arguing, you just let him win.

If JJ had stayed on the balcony thirty seconds longer, he would’ve heard you cry. He would’ve heard the scream you let out from the pain your father inflicted on you, but he was gone. And instead, you were left to cry on your floor as you clutched the shark tooth necklace in your hand, wondering if you’d ever see him again.

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The third time, JJ got answers.

You continued your life on but this time, it was without the Pogues. You hadn’t spoken or seen JJ, not that you really could considering you were grounded for lying. On top of that, you doubted he wanted to see you. He thought you were cheating on him, anyway. Why would he want to see you?

You left the rest of the group alone too, figuring they’d take JJ’s side over yours anyday. They had known him for so long, much longer than you, so you didn’t want to make them feel like they had to choose. You didn’t want to ruin their friendship because you failed at providing JJ the reassurance he needed.

The surprise came in the form of a text message. John B had asked you if you wanted to come get the stuff you left at his house, not knowing if you’d come back again. Although it was a sting to your already bruised heart, you knew this would be the final goodbye. Pulling yourself together, you waited until your dad and Kimberly were at work before sneaking out.

You twisted the shark tooth between your fingers as you drove silently, letting your mind wander until you pulled up to John B’s house. Thankfully, Kiara’s car was nowhere in sight, same with JJ’s bike, and you were hopefully it was only John B in the house.

“Hey,” You mumbled as you walked onto the porch. John B was laid out across the couch with an arm over his eyes as he waited for you to show up. When he looked at you, he swore it was a different person. Ever since you lost contact with JJ, you had taken it out on yourself. You looked so small, so weak compared to the last time he had seen you. He could only hope this plan would work.

“Your stuff’s inside,” He said after a moment while standing up. He watched you for a moment as if you would shatter into a thousand pieces in front of his eyes. “Come on.”

You followed him through the door to stand by the couch as he went in the back room to grab your stuff. A moment later, he reemerged with the pile in his hand. He stopped in front of you as you reached out to take the stuff from him. “Y/N, I’m really sorry for this.”

“Sorry for what? Ow!” You were tackled onto the couch as someone jumped onto you, pinning your arms above your head. Opening your eyes, you saw JJ hovering over you, his legs keeping yours down as he held you in place. “JJ, what the fuck?”

“What are you hiding?” He mumbled as he hand left your wrist to pull your shirt over your head. You screamed at the sudden motion, already feeling your body ache with the sharp movements as you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

“JJ, stop! You’re hurting her!” Kiara interjected as she attempted to pull him away. It was too late. JJ let go anyway, but he already found his answer. Your entire stomach was covered in bruises, not to mention the scrapes on your arms and bruised knees. He was in shock.

You pulled away from him, sitting up as you curled into a ball. You had wanted to tell JJ back when everything first started, but you feared you would get taken from your friends. That was the worst thing in your mind. You couldn’t lose JJ, or even Kiara, Pope, and John B to get away from your dad. They were the only people who you held close, who you could relate to and be honest with.

“Y/N…. what the hell?” JJ sat back on the couch in shock. Kiara placed a hand on his shoulder to give any form of comfort. Honestly, none of them expected this to be going on behind the scenes.

John B stepped forward and crouched down next to you, being careful as he placed his hand on your arm. “Y/N, can you tell us what happened?”

You shook your head as you tried to catch your breath. “My.. my dad and Kimberly aren’t the easiest people to be around. At first, it was fine. We were good and everything was good, but then they started getting mean and-and violent and I didn’t know what to do, okay! I just try to avoid them and please them and-”

John B pulled you into his chest, holding you in an attempt to calm you down. JJ was still trying to wrap his head around everything going on. He was no stranger to violent parents, but you had hid it so well he was shocked that he never knew. Sure, he had his suspicions, and he was worried, but he never would’ve thought it was this bad.

“Fuck. Y/N/N,” JJ mumbled as he reached forward to grab you from his friend and hold you in his arms. He never wanted this life for you. You didn’t deserve the pain of losing a parent just for another to not want you around. That wasn’t fair, this wasn’t fair.

“I”m sorry,” You whispered as you held onto his t-shirt tightly. “I didn’t mean to make you mad or-or lie. I don’t want anyone to find out and then I’ll lose you guys and it’s… I can’t do that, J.”

“You’re not gonna lose us, baby,” He responded as he kissed your forehead, his eyes narrowing on the necklace of his that you were wearing. He knew he had a million apologies to give, especially with your argument the other night, but for now, he just wanted to hold you and keep you safe. “I’m not gonna let that happen.”

There were a lot of things that you didn’t know, but as your friends surrounded you with their hugs and just stayed there with you silently, you started to learn. You learned that people don’t always judge on your decisions, that they’ll support you no matter what you’re going through or where you come from. But the most important thing was that you had found your family in the Pogues. That you knew for certain.

[flooffybits]

Say It Back

Idol: Kim Yerim (Red Velvet)

The four times you told her you loved her and the one time she did.

Warning: angst, character death

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Yerim could only really count the amount of times you’ve told her you loved her and it was ironic considering you were her best friend and vice versa. She loved to pester you and you would always give her the same, though everything being in good fun.

She remembers the first time you uttered the words, just an innocent declaration as you and her first became friends after you had moved to the house across the street.

She always smiles at the memory or when her parents would bring it up to her because it was all just so innocent and childish that it was always so heartwarming to anyone who was a witness of how your friendship came to be.

“My name is Yerim! We’re neighbors!” The little girl happily chirped when she came running over after her mother decided to welcome your family to the neighborhood.

While your parents were busy conversing and moving, you sat on one of the boxes, bored out of your mind as you kicked your little feet, cheeks puffed out. You would have stayed there for hours until you eventually decided to pester your parents, but the little girl who introduced herself to you became your saving grace as you shot her a toothy grin of your own.

“I’m Y/n! You have a really pretty name.” You told her and she beamed when you hop down so that she didn’t have to crane her head to look at you. The girl was a few inches taller than you, but you didn’t seem to notice as you waved her over to your house. “You should come inside! We can play with my toys there!”

“Y/n, you should ask her first if she wants to play with you.” Your father said with a laugh and Yerim’s mother giggled when she saw the excited look on her daughter’s face at the mention of playing. “Can I?”

After getting a nod as confirmation, Yerim jumped and threw her fist in the air before grabbing your hand. “Come on, let’s play!” Your face visibly lit up at her exclamation and you squeezed her hand in pure joy, no longer having to wait around for your parents.

While the two of you were busy running around the house, playing whatever game came to mind and exhausting your energy, your parents watched with fond smiles until it was eventually time for Yerim and her mother to go home.

“Don’t worry, we can see each other again tomorrow!” Yerim, after finding out she was months older than you, decided that she would be a good unnie to you, just like how she looked after her own sisters.

“Promise?” You asked with a pout and she giggled while pinching your cheeks. “I promise.” After a bit more convincing, you finally were able to part with your new friend and waved as she and her mother crossed the street.

“Unnie, goodnight! I love you!”

Your parents seemed surprised at your declaration and laughed as they watched you wave at the girl across the street, waving with as much enthusiasm. “Goodnight! See you tomorrow!”

She bit her lip, realizing that she never did really tell you she loved you back even though she was so little at the time, those words had more impact than she ever thought they would.

By the time she was deciding on whether or not she would be auditioning for SM, you were still there, holding her hand and telling her that she was more than capable of passing the auditions.

She remembers being so afraid, and yet you had full confidence in her despite her many insecurities.

“Come on, you can do it! I know you can! You’re Kim Yerim!” You say, exasperated as your best friend chewed nervously on her lower lip. “But what if I’m not good enough?” She sees your lips turn into a frown and it makes her feel bad that you were doing your best to cheer her up, yet here she was, putting herself down.

“You are good enough. You have such an amazing voice and you’re extremely pretty, too.” She ends up snorting at the exaggerated way you say the last part, but you were more than relieved to see her smiling again. “You are such a sap.” She chuckles while smacking you with a pillow and you whine while laying on the bed.

“I love you, is that so hard to believe?” You shot back and she smiles at you before hitting your face with a pillow again despite the skip in her heartbeat. “You’re an idiot, I swear.”

She should have known by then that there was no changing you. You stuck by her even when things grew hard and she always appreciated how much patience you had despite her busy schedule when she was finally put in Red Velvet and she was booked with various shows and preparations.

Comeback after comeback, she would always see you somewhere in the venue, happily cheering for her and the girls, and she felt her heart grow warm at the gesture while she heard you screaming in the crowd like all their other fans.

“Kim Yerim, I love you!”

The sound of your voice caused Yerim to turn her head and laughter bubbled in her throat when she saw you waving a banner with her name and then the group’s lightstick in another hand.

Seulgi looked over and giggled when she spotted you as well before waving her hand. “You guys are so cute.” She commented, making your best friend blush before she gave her member a playful shove. “We’ve best friends, unnie. Of course we support each other.” She stated before Sooyoung came over and slung her arms around both their shoulders.

“You should invite to see us sometimes. We haven’t talked to her since your birthday and I think we need to have some time to catch up.” Hearing that caused your best friend to crinkle her nose, waving at you one more time before they entered the building.

“You talk as though you’re friends.” Yerim scoffed and the tallest of the group nodded proudly. “We are! Ask her, we’ve been texting a lot, too!” The ruckus had earned the leader’s attention as she looked over to see what the noise was about and Seungwan merely smiled at the maknae.

“I think it would be nice to have some form of normal, relax and everything.” She offered as Joohyun nodded her head. “I mean, Y/n shares your energy, but she’s also the only person who can actually keep up with you and tame you.” She pointed out with a laugh.

Her lips turn downward at the memory of you, how she had so little time to spend with you because of how big her fame had gotten and how tight her schedules became.

Yet at the end of the day, you were there, ready to catch her whenever she fell. She just hated how she couldn’t say the same for you when you did.

You stood nervously in front of her, fiddling with the sleeves of your hoodie. The blackness of it contrasting with the white snow, your nose a cute red from the cold.

But as you stood in front of her, uttering three, quiet, little words, she felt even more cold than the snow that surrounded the two of you.

“I love you.”

Yerim pursed her lips as she stared at your anxious figure before she sucked in a deep breath before slowly exhaling. “Y/n... I’m sorry.” She hated the way you tried not to flinch at her words, but she continued. “I care about you a lot, I promise, but I’m just too busy with my life and I don’t think we can be...” She gestures between the two of you and you quickly wave your hands, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Oh, no! I wasn’t... I didn’t mean that we should date.” You laughed and you cringe at how forced it sounded to you, what more to her.

“I just... I needed to let it out and... yeah.” You chuckle and Yerim frowns before trying to reach for you, but you took a step back, quickly checking your phone and making up some stupid excuse to leave just so she wouldn’t see the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes.

“I have to go home, help mom with dinner, you know? I promised them that I’d spend the holidays with them.” You don’t wait for her to say anything, just shooting her a quick smile before running off.

She regrets not running after you that day and stopping you from leaving when she realized that that may have been the last time she’ll get to see you.

A year after your confession, you moved to another apartment, rarely speaking with her. And she didn’t blame you because she couldn’t bring herself to text or call you first.

She pressed her lips together when she remembers Seulgi’s somber expression two days ago, how she had just arrived from meeting a friend and Yerim wonders what could have made her usually bubbly unnie to look so sad the way she did.

Seulgi only came to her yesterday, hugging her in the middle of the night, muttering silent apologies until Yerim asked her just what it was she was apologizing for.

And that was what brought her to the present, standing in front of you with tears in her eyes, hands clenched tightly at her sides. “I know I’m late.” She croaked, doing her best to keep herself composed in front of you.

“But I do love you.”

She whimpers when you fail to respond, your name staring back at her, it being the only reminder of what she had failed to keep and fight for.

“Say it back... please, Y/n... just one more time, say it back.” She pleaded as she fell to her knees and Seulgi held herself from pulling her member back to her feet, letting her grieve until she was ready to stand back up.

Yerim hated how she had easily let you go despite everything you’ve been together. She hated how she picked her career and used it as an excuses to reject you.

But most of all, she hated letting you suffer and die just because she was too afraid to reciprocate the love you had willingly given her.