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Monkey Cop: K-9 Unit Summary
With customers demanding a cop show to be broadcast onto their screens, a production company brings a new idea to the floor. A K-9 Officer and a Detective story, little do they know how big of a hit the show would become and all the lives it would affect. Are you ready to sleuth with the best?
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No One Will Know
Written by: Miss_Emotion
Fandom: DCMK (Detective Conan & Magic Kaito)
Ships: Kaishin (Kuroba Kaito/Kudo Shinichi)
Tags: Romance, Comedy, Flirting, Post-Conan Kudo Shinichi, Flirting, Talk shows, Interviews.
Thoughts:
The police force needed funding for a ground-breaking new lie detector that could answer more than just yes or no questions. Nichiuri TV, seeking to capitalize on the appeal of the âhot, young detectives,' had offered to foot the bill in exchange for an exclusive interview. Which is how Kudou Shinichi, Hattori Heiji and Hakuba Saguru ended up here. Eventually, however the questions took an unexpected turn⌠a quite uncomfortable and definitely-not-good direction for Shinichi. âSo the next question is a fan questionâŚâ Himura grinned, making the detectives apprehensive. âHave you ever kissed the Kaitou KID?â Shinichiâs eyes widened, the sounds of the audience faded till all he could hear was the ringing in his ears. Shit.
The romance between KID and Shinichi is really well done, especially Shinichi's own revelation that he actually has feelings towards the thief. And that's not even getting into how well done Heji and Shinichi's friendship is in this, you can really tell how close and comfortable they are, even when Heji sticks his foot in his mouth as usual haha. Other than the romance part, their friendship in this was the highlight for me, especially the part where they trick the interviewer!!
Also, Shinichi going into "Conan mode" is my fave headcannon, that Shinichi will subconsciously behave like he would as Conan and it's so soooo fun to read every time <3 <3
more info under cut
Rating: Teen
Warnings: No Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 12.2K
Yes I'm on a DCMK kick rn, so I've queued a few other fics from other fandoms <3
published in 2023
#my-share#fanfiction#dcmk#kaishin#detective conan#magic kaito#ao3#should I start including the Summarys in these?#might put them under the cut hmm#lmk your thoughts!
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I want someone to summarize my fanfic like it's one of those shitty movie summaries. I want to see what y'all can come up with.
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reddie fic
so i have some older fics i need to wrap up and post before i probably will be any where near done with the ones i just started for Like minds and the like minds crossover with TSH. Hope yall like them too. (Even though itâs trash shhhh.)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45732406
#reddie#reddie fanfiction#reddie fic#reddie fanfic#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#richie/eddie#eddie/richie#eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier#he just takes control a bit and plays with the power here is all#nothing reeealllly happens just read the summary#i left it there because i just wanted to explore the idea a bit of first times and young love exploration#the romantic in me needed it#lmk if you want me to add to this one otherwise ima leave it probably#first time#gay first time#each others first time trope
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Dog Samurai ~> Book Synopsis
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Keiko, her parents say she was blessed, others in her family say she was cursed but Keiko thinks her powers is a gift. Since she was young, Keiko had the abilities of dog to the point where she can transform herself into dog at will. After being told the power of the Dog Zodiac skipped her fatherâs generation, Keikoâs parents knew it was some sort of sign and Keiko felt special. Well, maybe a bit too special, when a group of people who called themselves the Zodiac Hunters started to hunt her down, she had know choice but to run away from home. After losing the hunters for almost the 10th time, she hides in plain sight with new group of friends.
#lego monkie kid#lmk#fanfiction#canon x oc#lmk mk#various x oc#lmk fandom#story summary#japanese oc#zodiac#lmk sun wukong#lmk fanfiction#lmk mei#lmk red son#lmk pigsy#lmk tang#lmk macaque#lmk sandy#chinese zodiac#dog zodiac#dog samurai
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hi. i would like to request seungcheol (obviously). all i request is enemies-to-lovers. you may do with this what you wish. i leave it up to you to decide exactly how you will ruin my life đ
tysm for the request my beloved !! he is so enemies to lovers coded i had TEWWW many thoughts (and started three separate wips oops), but here we are. i hope u enjoy this !! can't wait to get the collab fics out of the way so i can torture u further with baseball dk. i picked dodgers hat!cheol just for u. âĄ
â we need to talk
pairing: choi seungcheol x f. reader summary: sometimes the only way to win the game is to not play, but sometimes it's not a game at allâsometimes it's four years of emotional build-up with nowhere left to hide. genre: enemies (kinda) w benefits to lovers; frat/university au; smut, angst?, fluff rating: explicit. minors do not interact with this or any of my work. warnings: frat boys. gendered language and insults. swearing. mentions of drugs & drug use (vernon is literally a drug dealer đ¤ˇđťââď¸) as well as alcohol. possessive, jealous seungcheol who is extremely down bad and kind of an asshole and would be toxic af irl but is fine in fanfiction probably. this is maybe more "people who used to fuck and started disliking each other along the way bc they can't figure out their feelings" to lovers than enemies. there are very slight, very meaningless mingyu x reader undertones here. jeonghan is a bastard. feelings you think are unrequited but alas! this got softer than i intended oops. smut warnings: seungcheol truly is a man driven to the brink of madness bc of pussy idk what to say. kissing. hair pulling. mentions of masturbation. the dynamics shift in this one a lot, but to be overly cautious i will say dom!cheol and slightly dom!reader undertones that are not implicitly stated or defined. seungcheol uses the term "whore" once, sorry. oral sex (f. receiving). pussy slapping. unprotected sex. if i missed any pls lmk. wordcount: 8k. no i do not know what a drabble is, leave me alone. author's note: title from the song of the same name by waterparks but this was actually brought to you by "i'll never stop" by nsync bc it's their best song and fit the vibes perfectly. anyway, i still do not love writing smut but i am insane over this man so whatever, we persevere. everyone go shower mj in lots of love bc she's the best and deserves it. also everyone say thank u @the-boy-meets-evil for looking over this for me. i did not look at this again after she beta'd it so any mistakes are of my own stupidity. <3
Seungcheol is incensed.
What in the fuck are you thinking, showing up here? Ignoring him, walking by him with nothing more than a brush to the elbow and that sultry, electric gaze? A pair of painted-on jeans and a sheer top?
Who the fuck had invited you?
He looks around the room, gaze heavy under his furrowed brow. Bass thumps in his ears, the music so loud he can feel it in his chest. Still, his feet stay planted on the floor, already sticky with spilled alcohol and god knows what else. He needs to find Vernonâjust needs something to get through this very unexpected (and very unpleasant) surprise, take the edge off.
But he canât see through the sea of people. Theyâre everywhere, occupying every inch of available space in the house, but he just needs a glimpse of that mop of cornflower blue hair. If he could justâ
Instead, he sees a streak of white-blond in his peripheral vision. âSoonyoung!â he calls, grabbing the man by the arm. âHey, have you seen Vernon?â
Soonyoung stares up at him with glassy, bloodshot eyes, his breath already stinking of alcohol as he shrugs and says, âDunno, hyung. Think heâs upstairs.â
Fingers still wrapped around his bicep, Seungcheol heaves a sigh. âGo find Jeonghan. Heâs on babysitting duty and youâre already fucked.â
âIâm fine,â Soonyoung argues, slurred words giving him away immediately.
Seungcheol scoffs. âBro, you can barely stand and you reek of shitty vodka. Go drink some water.â
As he sends Soonyoung away, he can feel eyes boring into him, tension wound tight in the center of his back that refuses to dissipate no matter how many times he rolls his shoulders. He turns slowly, already knowing exactly what heâll find, but knowing does little to stop the hitch of breath as he takes you in.
And he hates it. Fuck, he hates the effect you have on him more than anything.
Hates that heâs still pining after you. Hates that all you have to do is look at him and heâs putty in your hands. Hates that youâre the first person he looks for in a room, the last person on his mind before he falls asleep. Hates you, hates that all of this is unreciprocated, because if Choi Seungcheol is anything, itâs proud. Heâs rich, heâs good-looking, heâs pre-law, and the president of this fraternity, for fuckâs sakeâhe should not be hung up on a girl.
But heâd been doomed from the beginning. Ever since youâd been assigned to him as a challenge to overcome, an impossible task to conquer, heâd been helplessly, pathetically smitten with you.
And fuck if you didnât know it, too.
So, itâs a game now. A lifetimeâs worth of pining for Seungcheol all because his frat was misogynistic and refused to keep up with the times. Theyâd nodded in your direction and laughed at the confusion on his face, the knot between his brows. Seungcheol couldnât figure out why his initiation was to fuck a girl, one his brothers wouldnât even address by name, but when heâd approached you at a party and youâd immediately told him to go fuck himself, heâd figured it out pretty quick.
Call it determination, call it a stubborn streak that refused to quit, but the two of you soon came to a reluctant agreement: you would let Seungcheol lie to his frat, figuring he was attractive enough that people thinking youâd slept together wouldnât be complete social suicide, and heâd owe you a favor youâd keep in your back pocket for as long as it took to cash in.
Which hadnât taken long. The stress of finals that first year had gotten to all of you, and it wasnât long before you were at his door looking for his drug-dealing roommate and a quick fuck.
That was the second time Seungcheol had been doomed to hopeless pining, because once he had you, he knew itâd be impossible to let you go.
Short of outright saying the words, heâd all but told you as much during some alcohol-induced brain shortage junior year. And, in turn, youâd all but laughed in his face.
Right.
Of course.
That was to be expected.
So, youâd continued your⌠well, whatever this is: quick fucks when both of you were bored or lonely or horny, usually under the influence of something illegal; a mutually tense but beneficial relationship for each of you, because you had been Seungcheolâs initiation and the initiation itself awarded him connections and opportunities. You got a back-up plan. A safe body and warm bed to retreat to when the need aroseâone who clearly wanted it to be something more, but was, all things considered, fine with the current arrangement. Didnât pressure you.
But, as was also to be expected, it was never going to be that simple when feelings got involved. When he started feeling slighted. When he wanted you so bad he ached with it sometimes and it was beneath you to care. Which is why he really, really needs to find Vernon. If heâs going to endure an entire party with you, heâs not going to do it sober.
He takes the steps two at a time, feet stumbling onto the landing as soon as he reaches it. Vernonâs door is the third on the left, and he can hear a separate, distinct bass line from the one booming downstairs that hums louder the closer he gets.
And Vernon knows. Of course he does, because heâs yanking his door open before Seungcheol has even raised a hand to knock, the stench of weed seeping out into the hallway, and all he needs is a quick look at Seungcheol before he pulls the door open wider and says, âLadies and gentlemen, the President of the United States of America,â as if heâs speaking into a microphone. When Seungcheol doesnât react, he awkwardly tacks on, âHi, hyung. Iâm assuming sheâs here.â
Seungcheol nods, dumbly, and stands as awkwardly in the center of the room as someone whoâs about to ask their roommate for drugs tends to be. âYeah.â Shoves his hands in the pockets of his overpriced jeans so Vernon canât see the sheen of sweat.
âYou looking for somethinâ specific?â he asks, rifling through the top drawer of a tall dresser. âLike, is this an Iâm about to fuck her the rest of the night visit or an I need something to help me forget she doesnât actually like me visit?â
The words come like a reflex. âFuck you,â he seethes. Vernonâs not wrong, per se, but he didnât have to go and just⌠say it like that.
Vernon just shrugs, one side of his worn-out collar slipping down his shoulder as he does so, and Seungcheol canât tell if heâs actually dressed for the party or not. âGonna guess itâs the second one, then.â
Seungcheol scoffs. âWell, itâs not,â he insists, knowing damn well he should let it go, that heâs just digging himself a bigger hole, but the truth sits in the pit of his stomach like lead.
And, really, he knows he just needs to accept it. That little strand of hope hasnât brought him anything but more painâallowed him to delude himself into thinking it could be something more, something tangibleâand itâs time to let it go.
You donât want more.
You donât want the label and the relationship.
You donât want him.
He knows this, but it still tastes sour in his mouth. Still tastes like the chill of autumn when youâd first showed up at his door all that time ago. Tastes like all the blunts youâve shared and the liquor from all the parties youâd snuck away in the middle of. Tastes like the sharp notes of your perfume, the ones thatâd coat his tongue when heâd kiss down your neckâthe same notes that stain his bedsheets.
Mostly, itâs the pitying look Vernonâs giving him that hurts the most. Heâs above pity. Doesnât need it, especially not from Vernon Chwe, but it hurts all the same to be on the receiving end of it.
âGive me whatever youâve got.â
Vernonâs face quickly morphs into surprised concern. âUh, Iâm not sure thatâs a good idea. I mean, Iâve got some pretty heavy shit here.â
Heat flares in his belly. The pity was bad enoughânow he wants to be patronizing? âThen give me whatever the fuck you think I need,â he snaps. âI donât care. I donât have time for this shit.â
âWell, you definitely need to chill,â Vernon mumbles. âYou want some dabs?â
âNo. SomethingâŚâ The word feels thick in his mouth. Stronger implies that Seungcheol does heavy drugs, and thatâs not true. âElse,â he finally finishes.
Vernon sighs as he continues rifling through the drawer. âYour dad would fucking kill me if I gave you my real heavy shit, soâŚâ He pauses, eyebrows raising in triumph as he finds what he was looking for: a small baggie filled halfway with some nondescript powder. âYou want a bump?â
Maybe he should be ashamed at how quickly he agrees, at the urgency and greed with which he grabs the baggie from Vernonâs fingers, but he just needs something. Needs the distraction, the brain fog. He shoves it in his back pocket next to his wallet. âHow much do I owe you?â
Vernon wrinkles his nose. âNah. Consider that one a freebie. No offense, but youâre a real piece of shit when youâre like this.â
The implication only pisses him off more. Seungcheol is loadedâhe can afford to pay his drug dealer, thank you very muchâbut heâs not like anything. âIâm sorry?â
True to his nature, Vernon barely shrugs. âIâll put it on your tab, hyung,â he says in a way that implies heâs not at all going to do that and is only saying so to get the fraternity president off his back.
Jeonghan (23:12) Better come get your girl. Kim Mingyuâs dick looks like itâs halfway up her ass by now. Jeonghan (23:12) Uh oh! I think I just saw a testicle
Seungcheol stares down at his phone, hands trembling in anger. Of course itâs Mingyu. That pathetic loser has been taking up residence on the subs bench ever since youâd made out with him months ago in an admittedly successful attempt at payback. Seungcheol had hooked up with some downgrade at a party one time and youâd gone and made out with his friend. It was hardly a fair trade.
Seungcheol (23:14) Good for Mingyu, he can deal with her then Seungcheol (23:14) Iâm busy Jeonghan (23:14) Doing what? Jerking off in the upstairs bathroom again? Jeonghan (23:15) Do you know what size condom he wears btw? Looks like I might need to fetch him one if you donât want to take care of another manâs baby Jeonghan (23:16) Although, to be fair, you might want to sit this one out. He has way better bone structure than you. Might be a blessing in disguise Seungcheol (23:16) Fuck you Jeonghan (23:16) Better be nice to me, Choi Seungcheolie~ that might be the only fuck you get tonight
Seungcheol needs better friends. He needs a lot of things, really, but number one on his to-do list is to never let Jeonghan be on babysitting duty ever again. Somehow heâd forgotten how obnoxious Yoon Jeonghan is when he isnât stoned and half-asleep on a couch somewhere.
For now, he just stomps down the hallway; locks himself in his room and doesnât bother to turn on the light. Heâs not going to be here long. Just enough time to do this line, change his t-shirt, and come up with a game plan, because heâs not going to let Mingyu even entertain the thought of being able to have you but he also canât appear desperate. Not just to you, but to everyone else. Choi Seungcheol is not clingy, especially not over a girl.
Especially especially over a girl who doesnât even want him like that.
But the longer he sits in the dark, the more trouble he has finding his resolve. Canât bring himself to dig that baggie out of his pocket. Canât drag his t-shirt over his head. Canât bring himself to think about anything other than Mingyuâs hands all over you, and fuck, does that image drive him insane.
Does he touch you like Seungcheol does?
Does he coax those same jagged whimpers from your mouth like Seungcheol does?
Does his semi-hard cock feel as good pressed against you?
God, heâs so fucked. Utterly and completely fucked. And he wonders if this would be as bad if heâd just kept his mouth shut, took that secret to his grave instead of fooling himself into thinking it could be more. If it wouldnât have devolved into⌠this. Youâd always told him not to get attached, that sex was just sex and there was no need to ruin a good thing. But Seungcheol is a selfish man, always has been, and what if? is a dangerous question.
Jeonghan (23:36) Wow, youâre a fucking pussy. Stop hiding in your room like a little bitch. Seungcheol (23:36) Fuck off
He canât go down there. Not because heâs a coward, but because heâs barely tethered to his sanity as it is. Something about you brings him out of his mind, makes him toss whatever good judgment he has left to the wind. Seungcheol is far too impulsive when it comes to you, reckless in ways that have all twenty years of his social training weeping in a corner; have alarm bells ringing in his brain. So, no, he canât go downstairs right now because he knows heâll do something stupid. Stick not only his foot but his entire lower body in it. He shouldâve listened, yet here he is, dick pulled halfway out of his jeans because the thought of you alone gets him hard but his pride wonât let him jerk off to the image of anyone touching you thatâs not him.
Forget whatever Jeonghan had called him. Heâs a fucking fool. A moonstruck, delusional fool whoâd tricked himself into thinking he could swim when he can barely tread water.
You (23:41) Something wrong?
Oh, here we fucking go, he thinks. Because this is Seungcheolâs gameâone heâd perfected years ago, the one where heâs coy and chilly, never too eager, never committed. Just a little bit of a tease. Barely enough to keep them on the hook, a little needy; still enough to keep them coming back. But youâd taken one look at him all those years ago and had him pegged immediately. Figured out his game and learned the rules, used them against him. Now you watch him flounder with a smile on your face.
Seungcheol (23:42) Never knew you were so needy baby. First you show up uninvited and now youre missing me?
But just because thereâs now a player two doesnât mean heâs doomed to lose. He knows how you look when youâre on your knees for him. Knows how you sound when youâre begging to cum and stuttering out his name like youâre singing hymns. Knows how you look with your eyes rolled back after heâs fucked you dumb. Kim Mingyu doesnât know shit.
Seungcheol knows heâs the only one fortunate enough to experience you like this.
And god does it kill him.
You (23:44) Donât act stupid
A pleased exhale of laughter, an equally-smug smirk. Yeah, this is still Seungcheolâs game, the crown still sitting atop his head. You can let Mingyu grind his dick against you all you want, but Seungcheol is still the one youâre seeking out, pouting at the fact he hasnât come to find you yet.
You (23:44) Mingyu invited me
Oh, youâre goodâknow just which buttons to press and how much pressure to use. Whatever smug expression Seungcheol had been wearing slides off his face immediately, tongue pressing into his cheek.
Seungcheol (23:46) And yet youre looking for me? You (23:47) Donât have to look for you to know youâre upstairs sulking in your room because Jeonghan tattled on me like a fucking five year old Seungcheol (23:49) Maybe you should come up here then Seungcheol (23:49) Away from prying eyes
You donât reply immediately. Itâs just long enough for Seungcheolâs brain to conjure up something indecentâthe way youâll straddle him, the way his cock will feel pressed against the apex of your thighs; the goosebumps thatâll raise on his arms when you work your tongue along his neck, that spot near his collarbone you know he likes. His cock throbs against the confines of his jeans when he thinks about the devastated look on Mingyuâs face when you make up some excuse to get away from him, to traipse up the stairs and fall into Seungcheolâs bed, when he realizes heâs not going to have you.
You (23:56) Itâd be pretty rude to leave my date, donât you think? You (23:57) If you want me so bad, come down here and get me yourself
Seungcheol doesnât play games; doesnât compete because he has no competition. Heâs always been given whatever he wants on a silver platter, no questions asked, so heâs wholly unprepared for this turn of events. What he knows he should do (respond to your text and tell you to fuck off, that you know where he is should you stop being a brat and change your mind) is not what he does (tucks his dick back in his jeans, finally throws on a clean t-shirt, and takes his time descending the stairs so he doesnât look too eager), because logical thought gets tossed out the window entirely wherever youâre concerned.
âAh, if it isnât our resident pissbaby making his grand re-entrance.â
Seungcheol clenches his jaw for the nth time and glares. âFuck off, Jeonghan.â
The man in question laughsâthe annoying raspy one that grates on Seungcheolâs nervesâand hands over a cup of something brown and pungent. âWell, judging from your attitude, and the fact youâre barely hiding that boner youâve got, you clearly didnât spend your time away jerking off. What finally got you down here, the promise of cheap whiskey I nicked off some freshman or the fact that your girlfriendâs about two seconds from getting a public indecency charge courtesy of Kim Mingyu?â
Well. Jeonghan may be an asshole but heâs not wrong. Even through the crowd of people and the haze of whateverâs in his cup and a contact high, Seungcheol spots you immediately. Your back is pressed against Mingyuâs chest, his fingers gripping tight at your waist as you roll your hips in time with his. Whatever manufactured filth heâs whispering to you draws a smile, causes you to reach up and tug sharply at his hair. Fuck, Seungcheol can almost hear Mingyuâs moan from across the room, and his blood quickly heats to a rapid boil.
Another chuckle from the demon beside him. âStop fucking laughing,â Seungcheol snaps, still unable to take his eyes off of you. âFuck this. Iâm going back upstairs. Make sure everyoneâs out of here by three. Iâm not paying for another noise citation.â
Jeonghan rolls his eyes. âIâm absolutely not going to do that.â He shoves a bottle of something in Seungcheolâs hand. âTake this and think of me when youâre crying yourself to sleep because Mingyu stole guaranteed pussy right out of your hands.â
âWhy do you do this?â Seungcheol asks, shoving at Jeonghanâs shoulder roughly. âYou never know when to fucking quit.â
Another streak of white-blond. âHey, no fighting!â Soonyoung slurs, trying his best to push Seungcheol to the other side of the kitchen with his useless, limp arms.
This attracts the attention of Joshua, who struts into the room looking straight out of Fashion Week, much like he always does. He hasnât even broken a sweat. âAw, are Mom and Dad fighting again?â he asks, his lips tugged into a smirk. He ignores Seungcheolâs scowl as he fixes himself a drink. âYou know Mingyu only does it to get a reaction out of you,â Joshua adds, quieter this time, as if heâs telling Seungcheol a secret only meant for the two of them to share.
âWhatâs her excuse, then?â Seungcheol fires back, because even if he doesnât like it, Joshuaâs right. This is exactly the kind of behavior heâd expect from resident campus whore Kim Mingyu, but he never expected you to go along with it.
Joshua cocks an eyebrow. âShe doesnât need an excuse, Cheol. Sheâs not your girl.â
Even though itâs a truth he already knows, it somehow hurts worse being spoken in plaintext, a hushed conversation in a crowded kitchen. Being let down gently. Seungcheol knows he needs to make a decision. He needs to let you go and start moving on with his life; canât be having these quasi-meltdowns during frat parties anymore. Canât be possessive and spiteful. You donât want him. Everyone knows you donât want him, so thatâs all there is to it. Maybe youâll want Mingyu and he can finally wash his hands of this forever, scrape the jealousy off his tongue.
He steels himself. Rolls his shoulders back, cracks his neck. Navigates the crowd in the living room until he reaches you and your so-called date. Grabs you by the elbowâgentle enough that it doesnât hurt but firm enough to send a messageâand says the two of you need to talk. Upstairs. Now. Mingyu just smiles like he knew this was coming and presses a pointless, wasted kiss just below your ear. Seungcheol tells him to fuck off, too, and Mingyu grins wider, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
As he guides you to his room, he doesnât think about the way your hand fits in his. Doesnât think about how this is going to be the last time he has you. Doesnât think about whoâll have you after. Doesnât bother to wonder if youâve finally changed your mind like he had all those other times heâd walked this same familiar path with you in tow. Because itâs the last time. Whatever happens once itâs over is out of his control.
Perhaps thatâs what itâd always been about. Seungcheol has always been spoiled and selfish and so terribly, terribly desperate to prove heâs more than his family name and family money. So, yeah, heâd wanted the control; wanted what was never his for the taking. Youâd always been the oppositeâhis perfect little counterpart. Always so pliant and careless and free: everything Seungcheol tried so hard to be but couldnât, and thatâs where the switch flipped.
Someone like you isnât meant to be controlled.
What he used to want so badly now tastes rancid in his mouth.
The door locks behind you. Seungcheol doesnât meet your eye as he says, âYou got what you wanted. Are you done being a fucking brat?â Itâs not a tone he usually takes. Usually heâs dirty, a little possessive, willing to let you set the pace. He doesnât miss the way your breath hitches. âI asked you a question.â
âSeungcheolââ
He clicks his tongue, stalks closer until youâre nearly in his grasp. Your eyes close instinctively as if youâre expecting his mouth on yours. Instead, he threads his long fingers in your hair and pulls. âWhatâs so hard about answering a simple yes or no question? Did you really want Mingyuâs dick so bad youâve gone dumb all of a sudden?â
You gasp. âNo.â
âNo what?â Seungcheol chides. âNo, youâre not done being a brat? Or no, you werenât just downstairs acting desperate and pathetic for mediocre cock?â He runs his thumb across the seam of your lips, follows their movements as you speak.
âI wasnâtââ
A low, mocking chuckle. âYou were, baby.â Sounds condescending; speaks to you like youâre a stupid child. Heâs so close to you now. Can smell the tang of your skin, the sticky notes of your perfume. Feels your breath fan against his own sweat-slick skin. Still avoids your gaze, because as domineering as he appears, he knows he can unravel just as quickly. âTake your clothes off. This is the last time Iâm gonna fuck you and Iâm not going to ask twice.â
Now you truly look caught off-guard. âWhat?â Still he ignores you, expensive silver rings clinking into a dish on his dresser one by one, expensive watch following. âWhat do you mean the last time?â
Deft fingers play at the buttons on his shirt. Not silk, but just as expensive. âShit. Youâre really testing my patience, you know.â Youâre still standing at the edge of his bed, staring dumbly as if heâs just going to start spilling all his secrets, give you some kind of explanation. âI believe I told you to strip.â
Unlike Seungcheol, your fingers tremble as they work at buttons and zippers and hemlines, push down denim and remove heels. Itâs clear youâre trying to work out what heâs playing atâif this is some punishment for fucking around with Mingyu or if he really means itâbut youâre not going to risk asking. Things between the two of you are already tense as it is. Seungcheol has never been wound this tight, never been so ready to snap.
âThatâs it,â he praises once youâre left in nothing but a skimpy underwear set you know he likes. âLook at you. Fucking gorgeous. I bet thatâs why you think you can get away with embarrassing me, huh?â He grabs your chin, forces you to meet his gaze for the first time since heâd dragged you up here. âGet on your knees. Iâm getting tired of repeating myself.â
Itâs not an unfamiliar sightâas it is, you usually leave Seungcheolâs room with bruised knees on a good nightâbut it settles differently in his gut this time. Because heâd dared a glance at you once and knows he canât do it again, so he watches the top of your head as you fumble with his belt buckle and looks away whenever he thinks you might risk a glance upwards. Finds some point on the wall to focus on. Hisses through his teeth when you pull his cock from his briefs, your hands cold against his flushed skin.
All he wants to do is kiss you. Draw this out. Give you a memorable last time, maybe mark you up a little. He really wants to savor the feeling of your tongue on his cock, but all he can focus on is the fact that heâll never be enveloped in that wet heat again. Heâs never going to feel your mouth working him over, feel you humming around his length because he knows you love the weight of it, you love wrenching away that little bit of control, turning him into a mess.
But heâs not going to dwell. Heâs going to thumb at the hinge of your jaw, force it open just wide enough for his cock to fit inside. Then heâs going to fist your hair into a makeshift ponytail, grip it tight, use it to guide your mouth until thereâs only an inch of space between you. Heâs going to stare down at you, silently revel in how fucked out you look already even though he hasnât touched you. Heâs going to watch the way your fingers dig into your thighs because they canât touch him. Then heâs going to sayâ
âBeg me. Beg me to let you suck my cock.â
Thereâs a flicker of hesitation. Seungcheol doesnât talk to you like this. This is not the kind of dynamic the two of you have, and Seungcheol finds himself wondering if things would be different if it was. If heâd never started going so easy on you. Would you want him then? Or would you have left a long time ago?
Heâs half-expecting you to do that now. You look ready to bolt, to pull your clothes back on and tell him to go fuck himself on the way out. Probably go straight back to Mingyu, let him fuck you hard but routine, the way Seungcheol usually does, the way he knows you like. He expects you to leave, and this is the last time, anyway, so he figures he has nothing left to lose.
âIâm going soft,â he snaps, the admonishment harsh on his tongue. When you look up at him, his jaw is clenched, eyes narrow. âYou have one fucking job and you canât even do that properly? Whoâs going to want a dumb little whore that canât follow simple instructions?â
He watches your eyes squeeze shut involuntarily. Wonders if heâs gone too far before deciding he doesnât care if he has. Itâs the last time, anyway, so itâs not like it matters. Watches the indents in your thighs grow deeper. Watches you inhale and try to steady your breathing.
Watches your eyes snap open, any trace of hesitation long gone. âDid you make that other girl beg for you?â
Seungcheol snorts, amusement showing all over his face. âIs that what this is about? Youâre still mad I hooked up with some other girl so you act like this?â He clicks his tongue at you, fists his cock, slicking it up. âAre you jealous?â
âNo,â you answer simply, âIâm just trying to figure out why you think you can speak to me however the fuck you want.â
Seungcheolâs hand stutters along his length before it stills, your words sharp and immediate against his skin. He shouldâve known. Shouldnât have thought something like this would work on you, that youâd like it, and heâs halfway to soft and throwing his hands up and tucking his dick back into his briefs when you say, âAnswer the question.â
âWhat?â
You tsk. Move your hands from your thighs to his, nails pressing just deep enough to leave crescent moons behind that match your own. Something for someone else to see. âDid you make her beg for you?â
Seungcheolâs brain power decreases the higher your palms go, when your thumbs press into the dimples of his hips. Can barely choke out a hissed yes, yeah, fu-fuck when your hand covers his, fingers wrapping tightly around his own as you guide it back and forth, up and down the length of his cock. âWhat did you make her beg for, Cheol?â
âToâto to-touch me.â
You hum. Tighten your grip on Seungcheolâs hand and laugh as his hips roll involuntarily, seeking the friction. âTouch you how? Like this?â
âYeahâfuck, yes, like this.â
âDid she? Did she listen to you like a good girl?â Your hand leaves Seungcheolâs only to collect the precum at his tip. âDonât get all shy now, Cheolie.â You suck your thumb into your mouth and he whines. âWas she a good girl for you?â
You sit back on your haunches. Watch him jerk himself off. âYeah,â he finally says, word cracking in the middle. âBoring, though. Not likeânot like you.â
âNo one is like me,â you admonish. âI couldâve told you that for free, before you went off and fucked someone else.â
âNot an idiot,â Seungcheol replies, the pace of his hand quickening. Heâs playing a dangerous game; approaching the cliff edge at a dangerous pace. âNo-nothing comes for free with you.â
All you do is smile, lopsided and smug. âMm, thatâs true. Guess your little dom moment earlier can just be chalked up to momentary stupidity, hm?â Seungcheol wants to nod, wants apologies to tumble from his lips until you shut him up, but his palm is so slick against his dick, fist tight enough to white out his vision. âDid you make her beg to suck your cock?â
Truth be told, Seungcheol canât remember much of anything right now. Heâs perilously close to coming, right at that precipice, and each filthy word that slips from your mouth just pushes him further to the edge. He remembers Chan inviting him to a party. He remembers a few drinks, a few hits from a blunt, compliments of Vernon; he remembers a girl making eyes at him from across the roomâeyes that had looked a lot like yours in the haze of his crossfade. He remembers a locked bathroom and the sound of his voice as he told that girl how to touch him so it felt like you. He remembers her doing whatever he told her to, remembers how eager and submissive she was, how she didnât mouth off to him the way you always doâ
Remembers how unsatisfying itâd been when he came.
Youâve ruined him.
Not a revelation. Not even close to one. Seungcheol has known this for a long time, but that doesnât mean annoyance doesnât flare in his belly at the reminder. You donât want him. Being so hung up on you isnât doing him any favors, just means heâll have a longer drop when this is all over. God, what the fuck is he doing?
He wants you so badly heâs aflame with it. He wants you so badly he can barely look at you anymore. He wants you so badly it consumes him, drives him insane, has him all fucked up and seething. He wants you, he wants you, heâ
Loves.
Reality washes over him like a cold wave. Knocks him backwards, drowning, desperately trying to remember how to breathe. In, out; in, outâand none of it changes a goddamn thing.
Four years of this. Four years of touches exchanged in the dark, behind locked doors. Four years of yearning and trying and failing. Four years of everything getting lost in translation, because itâs hitting him now, but shouldnât he have felt it before? Shouldnât all those âdrive me fuckinâ crazy, canât fucking stand youâs he spoke into the crook of your neck rang hollow?
âCheolââ you say, because you asked him something, tried to play along with this whole stupid charade, and he knows heâs frozen, just standing there, hand still wrapped around his cock, and he needs to say something, he needs to fix thisâ
âIâm a liar,â is what he comes up with. Youâre still staring up at him, brows furrowed, pinched in the middle. Move, he wills himself, but nothing happens. âIâm a liar,â he says again, because if he says it enough youâll believe it. âIâm sorry. Iâmââ
âWhat are you talking about?â
He swallows. Iâm in love with you, he wants to say. Feels the weight of the words on his tongue, heavy and pressing, and he thinks you should know. Even if you donât feel the same, he thinks you deserve to know, but the way youâre looking at himâ
He canât bring himself to say it.
But he canââCan I show you instead?â
Slowly, you nod. Seungcheol nods, too, still feeling off-kilter as he cradles your face in his hands, thumbs in the contours of your cheeks. Moves them down your neck, your shoulders, down the length of your arms. You meet him halfway, twining your fingers together, and he helps you stand, careful and considerate. At full height, he places a hand in the small of your back to tug you closer, kisses you like itâs the end of the world. Whines into your mouth at your familiar taste, and if he lets himself be delusional enough, he can pretend thereâs form and substance to those sounds, that their edges are squared-off to form the words he wants to say.
Because it really might be the end of the world. Seungcheol has never known how to play the cards heâs been dealt when it comes to you. Always gets it wrong. Feints one way when heâs meant to go the other, takes the field with two left feet, always playing catch-up. Maybe the mistake was treating it like a game. Maybe the mistake was strategizing, only playing to win, because he lays you gently on his bed, fits his body in the space you create for him between your legs, and realizes he already won a long time ago.
He won the first time your eyes met. He won the first time heâd kissed you, more nerves and teeth than anything else. He won the first time you tucked yourself against his side and stared at his bedroom ceiling, half-smoked joint between your fingers, and made fun of the stupid flag heâd hung up. He won every time you took all the bullshit he threw at you and dished it right back. He won every time he had the privilege of tracing mindless shapes into your soft skin.
Every second of your time you chose to give himâall victories.
He presses in further. Groans when your hands move to his shoulders and grip tight; when your nails dig into the skin of his back. âIâve been so stupid,â he says, punctuating his words with a nip at your ear. Smirks out of the corner of his mouth at your shuddering breath. âHavenât I?â
âYeah,â you answer, rolling your hips upward. He grabs at you desperately, tries to keep you still; hisses when you swat his hands away and redouble your efforts. âYouâve been a fucking asshole for aâfor a while.â
You canât see the way he pouts. Wonders, too, if that would work on you, if itâd earn him one of those rare moments of tenderness. âWell Iâm trying toâshit, babyâtrying to make it up to you, but you seem pretty determined to make me bust right now.â
He can see the way you roll your eyes. See the way the corners crinkle after as you laugh softly, breathlessly, still trying to chase a high Seungcheol refuses to provide. âYou deserve it. You tried to dom me, you dickhead.â
Embarrassment sits obvious on his ruddy cheeks. He hides his face in the crook of your neck so you donât see it, donât have something to poke at him with later, but youâre having none of it. You thread your fingers through his hair and tug gently, forceful enough to have him pliable, and there it is: there are stars in your eyes as you stare up at him, tender and soft just like he hoped youâd look, and he misses the feeling of your nails on your scalp until youâre tugging at the delicate chain around his neck and pulling him closer. âJust kiss me and weâll call it even.â
This is how it feels to get struck by lightning, he thinks. Every part of him is on fire, and heâs content to burn as his lips find yours. He sighs happily into your mouth, hikes your thigh higher around his middle, presses in to lay claim to what little space is left between you. Seungcheol is so close he can feel the rapid pace of your heartbeat, because this is not the way you usually kiss. What used to be dirty and quick, a means to an end, now has intent, purpose. Heâs kissing you like he wants to steal the air from your lungs to replace it with something better.
Trails those same kisses down the length of your body. Open-mouthed at your neck, your collarbones, the space between your breasts. Teasing and slow in the space between each rib, just to watch the way your skin pebbles. Hungry and insistent at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, because if heâs feeling this unhinged, he wants you right there with him. Canât bear the thought of still being in this alone. Not anymore.
âLegs over my shoulders.â You listen immediately, and Seungcheol mutters a quiet fuck at the sight before him. âGod, youâre so wet.â
âNo shitââ
He swats at your clit, delighting in the way your body jolts. âHush. The only thing I wanna hear out of your smart mouth from now on is my fucking name.â And then heâs diving in.
He eats you out like a man starved; like he could do this every day for the rest of his life and he still wouldnât be satisfied. Canât help but rut against the mattress at the way you taste, the way your thighs tighten around his head, the sting as you pull at his hair. Places both hands beneath your ass to lift and drag you closer to his waiting mouthâlicks at you wet and feverish, all of this seemingly more for him than it is for you, and youâll get tired of it soon, just like you always do. Youâll tell himâ
âDo it right, Cheol, pleaseââ
And heâll pull away and tsk, swat at you again. His responding laugh will be cocky and derisive when your body trembles again, frantic with the need for more. âWhat did I say, baby? Do you not trust me to make you come?â You cock an eyebrow, torn between throwing some sarcastic remark at him and following the rules long enough to get what you want. His voice grows serious as he presses a soft kiss to your core. âI will always take care of you.â
The rest is muscle memory.
The rest has a chorus of Cheol, Cheol, Seungcheol spilling from your lips as he suctions his own around your clit. The rest has you grinding your pussy against his face. The rest has him groaning at the way heâs so wholly consumed by you: the taste of you on his tongue, face soaked, two fingers pressed deep into your cunt. The rest has him saying thatâs it, baby, come on my face, I know you can and feeling delirious when he finally pushes you over the edge; when your walls clench around his fingers, breathing fractured, when you grab at him until youâre eye-level and youâre licking into his mouth to taste yourself.
Tastes a lot like I love you.
âWant you to ride me,â he says, gaze half-lidded and pleading. You whine as he moves his thumb back to your clit, tracing slow, slow, slow circles, oversensitive. âWill you do that for me?â
The party seems so far away. Grows even further away when you nod and straddle his lap. Seungcheol sits up, tells you to wrap your legs around him. Canât stand not touching you; needs every inch of his skin to be covered by you like a bruiseâsomething deep thatâll last for days, weeks, months. The mottled colors will change, but itâll still be there.
âNeed you, Cheol,â you whisper, kissing his eyelids. He hadnât realized heâd closed his eyes.
âYou have me,â he answers, but it sounds foreign to his earsâsounds wretched, like the words have been punched out of him. It sounds like forfeit. âAlways have.â
You pull back. Study his face. Run over his plush bottom lip with your thumb. It feels like an eternity of silence before you speak. âNo, I havenât,â you insist, tone insistent but delicate, like youâre trying to convince him of it, too. âNot like this.â
I love you.
You lift your hips just enough to sink down on his cock. Seungcheolâs moan is loud and unabashed, not afraid to let anyone hear the way you make him feel. All he can think is familiar: he knows your blinding white heat; has made countless homes in your tight grip he still holds the keys to; has done this so many goddamn times itâs second nature.
He was an absolute fool to think he could ever walk away.
You roll your hips, taking him deeper like youâve got something to prove, body moving on its own sinuous accord. Seungcheol loves you like this, when you know exactly what you want and arenât afraid to take it. When you press sloppy kisses to his neck, the column of his throat. When he grabs at your hips, tries to move you faster along the length of his cock, and you swat his hands away. When your rhythmic up-and-down turns into a slow grind that has you gasping and breathless, pussy spasming around him.
âGoddamn, I love this pussy,â he chokes out, fingers gripping tightly at the sheets since he canât touch you. Heâs mindless with pleasure, feels himself start babbling nonsense he canât make sense of, and itâs overwhelming, having you like this. Isnât sure how heâs survived this long, but maybe you were right.
Maybe it was never like this before.
Usually heâd take you from behind, quick and dirty, hands digging into the meat of your ass, palm cracking down on it every now and then, imparting white heat of his own. Usually heâd have you beneath him, knees pressed to your chest, all condescension as you told him, eyes rolled back, that he was too deep, that you couldnât take it, and heâd rub at your clit and tell you you could as he dragged another orgasm out of you. Usually heâd be so frenzied and worked up heâd take you against the door, sweats pushed to mid-thigh, forearms straining as they held you up.
So, yeahâthis is different. This is a patient, sensual dance to the finish line. This is Seungcheol in his rawest form: a live wire, vulnerable, anxious. This is the unknown, because something has to come after but he doesnât know what it is.
This is Seungcheol throwing caution to the wind, leaning in close enough to taste the salt on your skin, and saying, âI love you.â
This is Seungcheol planting his feet and fucking up into you, unwilling to hear your response. Sometimes ignorance is bliss, but sometimes bliss is just bliss, and heâll willingly take either.
This is you coming undone on his cock, breathing rapid and ragged, pupils blown wide as you stare at him in awe.
âSay it again.â
Someone slams into the wall just outside Seungcheolâs door, and all at once the real world creeps back in: the thrumming bass line of the music downstairs; laughter, shouting, and yelling; fists banging on shut doorsâbut he hears you loud and clear. Presses each word into your mouth this time and groans when you swallow them. Barely makes a sound as he spills inside of you, feeling like every nerve in his body is aflame.
The two of you are quiet for a time as you try to catch your breath. Seungcheol only moves to grab his duvet and wrap it around your shoulders, smiling fondly at the small thank you you mumble, seemingly still bogged down, well-fucked.
He presses a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth.
âOkay?â
You nod, push at him until he lays back and pulls you with him, lets you use his firm chest as a pillow. That flag youâd made fun of before isnât up there anymore, but Seungcheol feels warm at the memory anyway, almost laughs at the comment he imagines youâd make.
Clears his throat. Tries to find his courage. âI really am sorry,â he tells you again, because it doesnât matter if he loves you if he doesnât know how to be good at it.
âI know, Cheol,â comes your easy reply. Youâre tracing shapes on his stomach that have his muscles contracting. âI know you love me, too.â You sigh, press your lips to his rib cage. âWho knew itâd only take making out with Mingyu to get you to admit it.â
A wild laugh tumbles out of him. âFuck off.â He can feel your grin.
âYou got a fucked up way of showing it, though.â
He hums, holds onto you a little tighter. âGo easy on me, I only figured it out about an hour ago.â
âAn hour?â you faux-gasp, make like youâre about to leave. âIâm outta here. I know my worth. If Iâm going to say it back to someone, they need to be in love with me for at least two.â
He chokes at the implication, heart threatening to beat right out of his chest and into yours. He knows he looks exactly like the moonstruck, loved-up loser he is, and he coughs to cover it. âThatâs what I said,â he lies. âTwo hours. You mustâve heard it wrong.â
No, it was never like this.
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Pairing: Loki x F!reader
Words: 4012
Warnings/Content: SMUT; Avenger! Loki & Avenger! Y/n, Themes of dub-con, dark-ish Loki??, dom!Loki, pervy!Loki, possessive, jealous loki, use of loki's magic (in a lot of sexual stuff), restraints, bondage, biting, licking, aggressive, pissed loki, praise, slight degradation, there's a tattoo on y/n's thigh (for the plot!), other mcu characters also make an appearance, clit licking, fingering, overstimulation, p in v.
Please lmk if I missed anything! Loki is a bit of red-flaggy in this one, please keep in mind this is only a fanfiction.
Summary: When you make fun of Loki's magic, he "demonstrates" how his magic can be useful. In many, ehm..ways. What did you expect?
A/n: i moved the title in the corner so that i can keep seeing tommys's sexy face in the middle đŽâđ¨ im trying to make my fics dirtier but it's not quite coming down in my works, like it's in my mind but it's not easy to express??? im trying & hopefully it'll come soon
The cavernous, dimly-lit warehouse echoed with the sounds of clashing metal and grunts of exertion. The Avengers were locked in combat with a band of mercenaries armed with advanced weaponry.
Tony was in the air, repulsor beams lighting up the darkness, while Natasha and Clint worked in tandem, their movements precise and deadly. Thorâs hammer, MjĂślnir, was a blur as it struck down the enemies with thunderous force.
In the midst of the chaos, Loki stood with an air of detached amusement, casting spells with flicks of his wrists. His magic sent mercenaries flying, created illusions to confuse their ranks, and conjured barriers to protect the teammates. But Loki's magic, powerful and unpredictable, was also a bit reckless tonight.
Maybe it was the leather suit you were wearing today.
"Loki, for the love ofâwatch where you're aiming!" You shouted as you narrowly avoided being hit by a stray spell meant for an enemy.
Your eyes flashed with annoyance as you shot him a glare. "Are you trying to get us all killed?"
Loki smirked, eyeing you up, not taking you seriously. "Perhaps if you were more attentive, you wouldn't find yourself in such precarious positions, darling."
You scowled and ducked under a swipe from a mercenary, retaliating with a swift punch that sent your opponent sprawling.
Ugh, you hated how he always carried that stupid smirk.
"Maybe if your magic was actually useful, we wouldn't be in precarious positions to begin with!"
Loki's eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of irritation flashing through his otherwise calm demeanor. "Is that so? I seem to recall saving you from a similar predicament just last week."
"By causing it in the first place!" You shot back, dodging another mercenary's attack and taking him down with a well-placed kick.Â
Loki rolls his eyes and runs in the other direction. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured an illusion, making a group of mercenaries see each other as Avengers.
Confused, they turned on one another, giving the team a moment of respite. But the spell was too potent, and soon the illusion spread, affecting even the teammates.Â
Chaos erupted as friends and foes became indistinguishable.Â
"What theâ" Tony exclaimed while flying over the scene.Â
"Damn it, Loki!" You screamed, ducking, as Natasha took a swing at you, mistaking you for an enemy.
"Enough!" Thor bellowed, his hammer smashing into the ground to create a shockwave that knocked everyone off their feet and dispelled the illusion.
The mercenaries, now disoriented, were quickly subdued.
The flight back home was quiet. Everyone was either tired, tending to their wounds, or just rethinking what happened back there.Â
Once you landed, the rest of the Avengers stepped down the Quinjet and walked into the building to their rooms.Â
"Loki, wait." Steve calls out and walks towards Loki in the lobby.
âAbout todayââ
âNobody died, Rogers.â Loki replies.Â
"That is not an achievement," You murmur to yourself loudly on purpose for him to hear while taking a sip from your favourite grey-coloured sipper.Â
Loki and Steve both glanced at you, with Steve carrying a hint of a smile on his face while Loki scowled and turned back to Steve.
You could tell he was not impressed.Â
A win for you.
Steve clears his throat, turning serious once more. "Look, what happened today was not good. We cannot work as a team if we don't know half of your tricks."
Loki grins. "Well, that's the fun, isn't it? A surprise for everyone.â
Steve raises his eyebrows. "But it isnât helping, Lo-"
"Helping? His magic is useless half the time."
Loki shoots an eye at you when you say that, and you could tell the God wasn't pleased.
"He's showing off in front of everyone, like the arrogant ass he is." You go on, while Loki watches you with his grave, sharp eyes.
Why wasn't he replying with his usual snarky comments today?Â
Steve gives a light chuckle and pats Loki's shoulder as if feeling sorry for him, "Be careful next time, that's all I ask," and walks away through the corridor, leaving you and Loki to yourselves.
While waiting for the elevator, you silently stand in front of the doors, waiting for it to arrive.
Until you feel a hard pressure against your back.
The sensation is unmistakableâa solid, unyielding presence, warm and firm. Loki's chest. His closeness sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath and subtle heat radiating through his clothes.
You stiffen, unsure whether to move away or stay still, the elevator's arrival feeling like an eternity away.
You decide to say something to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Ego broken, Loki~?" You say his name in a sing-song voice.
"Do you enjoy testing my patience, mortal?" he says, leaning down to your ear.
"Someone has to keep you in check," you reply, your voice steady despite the proximity.
The elevator reaches your floor, and with a little chime, its doors open. You proceed to take a step forward to enter the elevator when his hand grabs hold of the back side of your neck and pulls you back to him.
"Careful," he almost whispers, his breath ghosting over your skin, "your tongue is going to get you in trouble one day."
You pause for a moment, feeling the tension thicken in the air, before you turn your head out of his hands to look at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt the big bad trickster's feelings?" You taunt, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Maybe if your magic wasn't so unreliable, we wouldn't be in these messes. Or do you need Daddy Odin to give you some pointers on how to actually be useful?"
Loki's eyes flare with fury, and in no time he grabs your neck once again and strides into the elevator, pinning your head to the panels. His body pressed against yours with a force that left little room for doubt about his intensity.
His frame, tall and lean yet undeniably strong, exerting a commanding presence as he pins you against the cool metal of the elevator wall. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the chill of the metal against your cheek.Â
He was so close to you, you could smell his sultry, intoxicating smell on him.
"You think my magic is useless, donât you..." He whispers, his breath ghosting on your skin. "Iâll make sure you regret saying that."
"I don't "think", it's a fact." You try to push him back with your elbow. âLet me go, Loki.â You say it firmly.Â
"Not yet, vixen." He says so, and the elevator doors shut by themselves. And with one flick of his fingers, the front chain of your tight leather suit yanked open down to the end of your belly.
Did he justâ
"Iâll make sure to demonstrate how useful my magic can be." He says and looks down to notice you were not even wearing a bra underneath.
He grins at the sight, licking his lower lip. "Naughty girl." He coos in your ear while his fingers work their way to your belly.Â
His fingers, though possessing a hint of coldness at first, quickly warmed against your skin as they made contact with your belly. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a fire that danced just beneath the surface.Â
"Let. Me. Go." You say, trying to stand your ground, but your attempts are futile.Â
"Told you no, darling." He says while his fingers trailed up to your nipples, sending a shiver down your spine as goosebumps rose in their wake.
It was a sensation that left you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely exhilarated by the raw intensity of his touch.Â
He slides down your suit from your shoulders, proceeding with a graze of his tongue on your skin.Â
"MmmâŚsweet," he murmurs, sucking on your shoulder, "unlike those words you use."
"FUCK. YOU." You reply with a gruff.
Loki chuckles darkly against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "Oh, darling, you will," he murmurs, his voice dripping with seductive menace. "But not before I teach you to respect a God."
He pulls down your suit lower, his lips kissing the back of your neck, followed by melty little kisses down your bareback. Despite your discontent, you couldnât help but feel turned on by him.
As Loki pushes down your suit to your thighs, his eyes catch sight of a small tattoo etched on the inside of your thigh. The ink reads the name of your ex-boyfriend. Loki's eyes darken with a mix of curiosity and possessiveness.Â
He paused, his brows furrowing as he read the name inked there. "Well, well, well," he murmured, his voice a mix of curiosity and disdain. "So thatâs what your little skirt was hinting at the meeting a few days ago..."
He traced the tattoo lightly with his finger, sending a shiver through your body.
So this bastard was always watching you?
You grit your teeth, anger and embarrassment flushing through you. "Itâs none of your business, Loki."
He tightens his grip on your neck slightlyânot enough to hurt, but enough to assert his dominance. "I know."
"But this mark... it irks me. An insignificant mortal claiming a part of you." He pinches your thigh, and you try to jerk away your leg but cannot.Â
You squirmed against his grip, but he held you firmly, his eyes dark and intense as they bore into yours. "Let it go, Loki," you demanded, trying to maintain your composure.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the tattoo. "Why should I?" he whispered, his voice a dangerous purr. "Why should I let some forgotten lover's mark go unchallenged?"
He gives you a rather harsh bite on your shoulder, trailing his lips to kiss your neck, which makes you whimper, which makes him grin.
He pulls away a bit, and with the flick of his wrists, an invisible force pins your arms above your head, securing you in place against the elevator wall. You struggle briefly, but the bonds hold firm. Loki steps back, his eyes raking over your exposed form with a predatory gaze.
Before you could retort, he bent down, turning his body against the elevator and facing you from below. He kissed the tattoo with deliberate slowness, his lips soft and maddeningly sensual.
The act was both possessive and teasing, with his tongue swirling repeatedly on the same spot that was making you crazy. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming, and a part of you hated how your body responded to his touch.Â
"Shh, people can still hear us, darling. Even if they cannot enter." He says placing pecks up and down your thigh, evaporating your steady facade away.
"Now, let's see what other secrets you're hiding," he murmurs, his hands sliding down to your hips. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down and exposing you completely.
You saw his eyes almost sparkle at the sight, placing a kiss on your mound, making you flinch against the metal. Where and when did your suit disappear? You didnât know.
He leans close and starts exploring your already wet clit with his tongue. Holding your waist in his hands, he kept stealing glances up at your aroused form, watching your expressions while you gasped every time his warm tongue darted on your needy pussy.
The god had a talent for his tongue. The silver tongue.Â
"Are you still with him?" He murmured, pulling away his face from your pussy, making you let out a complaining whine.
He holds up his two fingers to caress your folds. "Answer."
"N-noâŚ" You answer, your voice quivering in pleasure.
"Then why isnât it off?" He says this, glancing at your tattoo.
"I neverâŚLoki-"
He pushes two fingers in. "You never what?"
You shudder as Loki's fingers push inside you, his question hanging in the air, demanding an answer. Your mind races, caught between the intense pleasure and the need to explain yourself.
"I never... had the chance," you manage to gasp, your voice barely steady. "It didn't mean anything anymore. I just...fuck-forgot about it."
Loki's eyes narrow slightly as he studies your face, his fingers moving slowly inside you, curling and stroking in a way that makes coherent thoughts nearly impossible. He doesn't seem entirely convinced.
"Forgot about it?" he repeats, his voice low and dangerous. "Or perhaps you wanted a reminder of something you couldn't let go?"Â
"NoâŚ" You moan, writhing against the panel with your hands above your head, your fingers aching to dive into his hair.Â
He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you with a deliberate rhythm, his thumb circling your clit with maddening precision. You squirm, your faint moans echoing the elevator.
"Good," he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr. "Because I don't share, darling. And I don't like to be reminded of what once was."
You moan, your body arching against his touch. His words send a thrill through you, and the possessiveness in his tone both intimidating and exhilarating.
"You know I can just turn you into a pretty mannequin for me so I can do whatever I want with youâŚbut I want to feel you squirm... to mewl... like a little prey." He says watching your face while feeling your pussy start to clench around his fingers.
"Now, let's make sure you never forget who you belong to, hm?" Loki whispers, his lips brushing against your thigh as he speaks. His mouth returns to your clit, his tongue flicking and sucking with a relentless intensity that drives you wild.Â
"Yeah, thatâs right, just keep on making those little sounds for me." He says it with a satisfied smile curling on his lips, and he resumes his ministrations with renewed fervor.Â
The combination of his fingers inside you and his mouth on your clit sends you spiralling into a mind-shattering orgasm, your body convulsing with pleasure as you cry out his name.
As the waves of ecstasy subside, Loki slowly withdraws his fingers. He stands, his eyes locking onto yours. He releases your binds away and turns you to him, and his thumb caresses your lower lip as if studying it for a second before he holds you against the wall, cupping your cheek, and kisses you almost fiercely.Â
And gosh, you needed that. You needed that and more.
"Y/n, is that you?"
Both of you freeze to your seats when you hear Thorâs voice outside the elevator.Â
Loki's eyes narrow in annoyance, and he quickly glances towards the elevator doors. "Shh," he murmurs against your lips, his voice barely a whisper. "We wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"
He continues exploring your mouth, and the kisses start spreading to your neck, tongue, and teeth, making their wild appearances every once in a while.Â
Until you couldnât help it and let out a moan.
"This door is not openi- Y/n??" Thor repeats again. "Wait, let me call Stark.-"Â
Your heart races when Thor calls out again because of your moan. Lokiâs eyes narrow, and he pulls away. "Are you doing this on purpose? Just another one of your games so we can get caught and you can have your fun?"
He gives your pussy a little slap, and you whine a no.Â
In a swift motion, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. You barely have time to register the shift before the air around you shimmers and the familiar confines of the elevator vanish, replaced by the opulent and dimly lit interior of a room unknown to you.
The room is a stark contrast to the sterile metal of the elevator. Rich tapestries line the walls, and candles flicker, casting a warm, golden glow. A large, ornate bed dominates the space, its dark, luxurious linens inviting in a way that makes your heart race.Â
Loki wastes no time. He sweeps you off your feet, carrying you to the bed with an urgency that sends a thrill through you. He lays you down gently, his gaze intense as he takes in your still-naked form. His hands trace over your skin, as if committing every inch to memory.Â
The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and something uniquely Lokiâintoxicating and alluring. "Now, where were we?" He purrs, his fingers tracing a delicate line down your spine, sending shivers through your body.
You can barely catch your breath; the intensity of the moment overwhelming. "Loki, what if Thorâ"
"Thor won't find us," Loki interrupts, his voice a low growl. "This is my domain. No one enters without my permission."
"Now," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, "let us continue our little magic demonstration."Â
The silken sheets cool against your heated skin, and with Loki's hands everywhereâcaressing, teasing, exploring every inch of your bodyâhis touch both gentle and demanding, leaving you breathless and craving more.Â
"So beautiful," his voice dripping with seductive menace as he conjures a binding spell that secures your wrists to the bedposts.Â
You gasp, your body arching against the restraints, as Loki's mouth finds your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples with maddening precision. The sensations are overwhelming, and your mind is lost in a haze of pleasure and need.Â
Loki's mouth moves with deliberate precision, his tongue tracing intricate patterns over your breasts. Each flick of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you arch and writhe against the silken sheets. The restraints on your wrists keep you firmly in place.
"LokiâŚ"
"Mhm," he hums, enjoying your squirms. But he wanted more.
He uses his powers to amplify his touch, making your nerve endings sing with heightened sensitivity. You gasp and moan, the intensity of his magic overwhelming your senses.
You can feel the magic pulsating through you, heightening your awareness of every touch and every kiss. His lips move from your breasts to the sensitive skin just below, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The combination of his mouth and his magic almost too much to bear.
His free hand trails down your body, leaving a path of fire in its wake. As his fingers reach your inner thighs, you feel a new surge of his magic, more potent and concentrated. It wraps around your thighs, making your muscles quiver with anticipation.
Loki conjures small, delicate tendrils of magic that wrap around your nipples, gently tugging and twisting. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt beforeâa perfect blend of pleasure and pain that leaves you gasping for breath.Â
He moves lower, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your belly. The tendrils of magic follow his path, amplifying every sensation, making you feel as if your skin is on fire. You can barely think or breathe; your mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.
As he reaches your hips, his fingers part your folds, and you feel a rush of cool air against your wetness. His mouth hovers just above your clit, his breath hot and tantalizing.Â
"Tell me, darling," Loki whispers, his lips brushing against your most sensitive spot, "how does it feel to be at the mercy of a god?"
Before you can answer, his tongue flicks out, teasing your clit with delicate, precise strokes. His magic enhances every touch, making you moan and writhe against the restraints. You can feel your orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in your belly.Â
"Loki I-" He sees your upcoming orgasm and pulls away quickly, enjoying your needy, complaining moan for him.
"Not so easy, darling."
And with another display of his magic, he completely gets rid of his clothes, his disrobed body turning you on even more, the heat of need between your legs almost unbearable.
He brings his already-hard cock near your lips. "Kiss it." and you do, the light hum of satisfaction he makes making you want to absolutely suck him out rather than just a little kiss.
"My filthy little vixen," he says, eyes blazing with hunger as he positions himself between your legs. His grip tightens on your hips, holding you in place as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, the sensation sending shivers of anticipation through you, "get ready for your god."
He lets out a low growl, a dark and seductive sound, before slowly pushing into you, his length stretching and filling you completely. The feeling is exquisite, with every inch of him sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
"You feel so perfect," Loki murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Every part of you was made just for me."
He begins to move, slow and deliberate, his thrusts deep and controlled. Each motion designed to draw out the maximum pleasure to make you feel every inch of him. The binding spell keeps your wrists secured to the bedposts, preventing you from reaching out to touch him, to claw at his back as the pleasure intensifies.
Loki's eyes never leave yours, the connection between you palpable and electric. He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity as his thrusts. You respond eagerly, your moans muffled against his lips, your body arching to meet his.Â
His magic continues to amplify every sensation, making your skin hypersensitive, every touch sends sparks of pleasure through you. The tendrils of magic around your nipples tighten and twist, adding to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.
"Loki," you gasp, barely able to form coherent words. "I can't... it's too much..."
He smirks, his eyes dark with lust. "You can take it, darling. You will take it. You will take everything I give you."
His pace quickens, and his thrusts become more urgent and more demanding. The bed creaks beneath you, the sound mingling with your moans and the wet, slick sounds of your bodies moving together. The pleasure builds rapidly, creating a coiling heat in your belly that threatens to consume you entirely.
Loki's hand moves between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight, precise circles. The additional stimulation pushes you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the effort to hold back your impending orgasm.
"Come for me, darling," Loki commands, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Come for your god."
His words are your undoing. With a cry, you shatter, the orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that leaves you breathless and shaking. The pleasure is overwhelming, your vision going white as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.
Loki continues to thrust through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure, his own release imminent. His movements become erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his own climax.
You can feel him throbbing inside you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he finally lets go, his own orgasm ripping through him.
With a final, powerful thrust, he spills into you, his groan of pleasure vibrating through your body. He collapses on top of you, his weight comforting and grounding as you both catch your breath, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through you.
For a moment, there's only the sound of your ragged breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Loki's hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear of overwhelming pleasure.Â
"Fuck, you drive me wild." He murmurs breathlessly.Â
"Did you like that, darling?" Loki murmurs against your skin, his voice a seductive purr. "My magic can do so much more."Â
You breathlessly chuckle while he traces patterns on your skin. His fingers caress down to your thigh, where he glances at your tattoo.
"We canât have that." He says in a low voice and grazes his hand over your skin, and the tattoo vanishes. Lokiâs touch lingers on your thigh where the tattoo once was, his magic leaving your skin smooth and unmarked.
"And now youâre mine."
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Wildly Wealthy Koreans (1); inspired by Crazy Rich Asians
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags:Â photographer/ filmmaker! jungkook, rich girl/ fashion designer! reader, established relationship, angst, fluff, potential smut
Word Count: 6.6k+
Series summary:Â When you invite your boyfriend, Jungkook, to accompany you to your brother's wedding in your hometown, Daegu, heâs overjoyed, eager to meet your family and experience a side of your life youâve never shared with him. However, once he uncovers the truth about who you really are, heâs unable to grasp the full extent of your reality. The situation becomes even more complicated when a certain someone makes him feel profoundly unwelcome, leaving him to question not only your world, but also his place in it.
Disclaimer: This series is heavily inspired by the movie Crazy Rich Asians, with the storyline closely following the original film's plot. However, I wanted to reimagine it as a fanfiction, where Jungkook and OC take center stage as the main protagonists. While Iâve kept the core elements and themes from the movie, Iâve added my own touches here and there, such as altering certain character dynamics and incorporating a few original settings. Some scenes are directly inspired by the movie, and Iâve worked to recreate them in a way that it hopefully resonates with the fans of the movie. Hope you enjoy!!
Chapter Warnings: nothing major for now, lmk if i should add anything.
A/N: okay so after much thought, I decided to write this fic because Crazy Rich Asians is, without a doubt, my ultimate comfort movie. I literally rewatch it every chance I get because there's just something about the vibes, the story, and the characters that I can never move on from. Thatâs exactly why I wanted to create my own little version of it, with Jungkook as the main character. let me know your thoughts and tell me if this is worth continuing. also should i make a taglist for this?
part 1
Jungkook sits in the dimly lit corner of the restaurant, his fingers absently tracing the rim of his water glass. The soft hum of classical music mingles with the low chatter of the people around, but none of it distracts him from the bubbling anticipation inside as he waits for you.
Itâs been four months since the two of you had officially started dating, and though you guys had been cautious about defining what you meant to each other, these past months have solidified everything for him. You arenât just someone he likes... youâre someone who makes his world brighter in ways he never thought possible.
New York has been his home for years now, but it didnât always feel that way. When he abruptly moved here with his mom during high school, he reluctantly traded the familiar streets of Busan and the ocean breeze he grew up with for the city that never sleeps.
The move was sudden, jarring even, but over time, he adjusted. The city shaped him, sharpening his edges and teaching him resilience. Now, heâs built a life here, chasing his passion for storytelling as a photographer and documentary filmmaker, capturing untold stories that deserve to be heard.
Life was peaceful... steady, even. And then you walked in and turned everything upside down, in a good way.
He met you almost a year ago, purely by chance. He was documenting behind-the-scenes moments at a charity gala, a commission he almost didnât take, when you appeared, orchestrating the chaos of models, designs, and flashing cameras like the professional powerhouse you are.
You were magnetic, the kind of person who commanded attention without even trying. Jungkook watched from behind his lens, capturing candid moments until one of your colleagues introduced him to you.
âAh, so youâre the genius behind the lens.â you teased, offering a hand. âIâm Y/N, the one responsible for the clothes youâre immortalizing.â
Your confidence threw him off guard, but what stayed with him was your laugh... so soft and so genuine, the kind that lingers in his mind long after the event ends.
What followed after was a series of serendipitous run-insâan art exhibit here, a mutual friendâs dinner there. Each meeting peeled back another layer of who you are, until he realized he was utterly captivated.
Now, as he waits for you to arrive tonight, Jungkook canât help but think of how far the two of you have come. A lot can change in a year, he thinks. His lips tug into a small smile at the thought of your teasing voice, your quick wit, the way you light up every room you enter. Youâve become the best part of his life, and for the first time in years, he feels genuinely happy.
The sound of heels clicking against the polished floor pulls him out of his thoughts. He looks up, and there you are. You wear a soft pink dress that hugs your form perfectly, your hair framing your face in a way that makes his heart skip. When your eyes meet his, you smile instantly, and Jungkook feels his pulse quicken.
âSorry Iâm late.â you say as you reach the table, placing your bag on the chair as you watch him pull out the chair for you. âI got caught up at work.â you say, taking a seat.
âNo need to apologize.â he says warmly, going back to his side of the table. âYouâre here now and you look... incredible.â
You roll your eyes playfully, though your cheeks betray you with a faint flush. âSays the guy who looks like he just walked out of a GQ spread.â you giggle.
âOnly because I knew Iâd be sitting across from you.â he shoots back with a grin. You laugh, shaking your head as you push a strand of hair behind your ear. âFlirt.â
The conversation flows as effortlessly as always, a mix of updates about your respective work lives and lighthearted banter. You tell him about the chaos of coordinating last-minute changes for an upcoming fashion week, while he shares stories from his recent project, a documentary highlighting immigrant artists in the city.
But midway through dinner, he notices a shift in your demeanor. Your laughter softens, and you begin fiddling with the edge of your napkin, a subtle sign of nerves heâs come to recognize.
Jungkook leans forward slightly, resting his hand gently over yours. âYou okay?â he asks, his tone soft but laced with concern. You glance up at him, hesitating for a moment before nodding. âYeah, Iâm fine. Just... thereâs something I wanted to talk to you about.â
His brow furrows slightly, but his touch remains steady, reassuring. âIâm all ears.â
You take a deep breath, your gaze flicking between him and the table as you speak. âSo, um... in three weeks, my brother is getting married. The weddingâs in Daegu, my hometown and my whole family's planning.. all these... these events leading up to it, and...â You pause, mustering the courage to meet his eyes. âand Iâd really like you to come... with me.â
Jungkook blinks, momentarily caught off guard. Youâve rarely spoken about your family during your time together. All he knows is that you have an older brother whose name is Kim Taehyung, and that your work keeps you far from home. Youâve always been reserved when it comes to personal matters, and he never pushed, understanding that some things take time to share.
âYou want me to meet your family?â he asks, his voice careful but touched with wonder.
You nod, your fingers curling slightly under his. âI know itâs a big step, but... youâre important to me, Jungkook. I want you to know them and I want them to know you... and i just.... I just want you to be there.â
His heart swells at your words, a warmth spreading through his chest that he hasnât felt in years. He squeezes your hand gently, a soft smile curving his lips. âOf course Iâll go.â he says, his voice steady and full of certainty. âThank you for asking me. This means a lot, Y/N.â
You exhale, relief washing over your features as your lips tug into a smile. âYou have no idea how nervous I was to bring it up.â
âWell, you donât have to be nervous about anything when it comes to me.â he says, his tone teasing but sincere. âThough... should I be nervous about meeting your family? Any tips I need to survive?â
You laugh, the tension melting away as his words reassure you. âJust be yourself. Theyâll love you... I hope.â
âTheyâd be crazy not to.â he grins, his confidence laced with a playful charm.
As the conversation moves forward, Jungkook canât shake the weight of what youâve just shared. This isnât just an invitation... itâs a glimpse into the part of your world youâve kept hidden. And he knows, without a doubt, that he wants to be part of it.
//
The three weeks seem to blur together for Jungkook, filled with excitement, planning, and the growing anticipation of returning to Korea. Now, heâs standing just outside the bustling airport, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, glancing at the crowd for any sign of you. He knows youâll be here soon with the tickets, and just the thought of seeing you has a smile tugging at his lips.
Itâs been years since he last visited Korea, and the idea of going back stirs up a mix of emotions... nostalgia, eagerness, and a tinge of nervousness. But it isnât just your family heâs excited to meet... he canât stop thinking about reuniting with Yoongi, an old friend from his university days.
Jungkook remembers how they first met. Yoongi, fresh from Daegu, adapting to the fast pace of New York, with a wit and humor that made their friendship click instantly. They spent countless nights bonding over shared meals and dreams, but after Yoongi finished his studies and returned to Korea, they lost touch. Now, the opportunity to see him again feels like a bonus to this trip.
When Jungkook had mentioned that he'd be visiting Daegu for a short trip to Yoongi during a rare phone call, Yoongi had insisted, âYou better visit me for lunch or dinner the second you land, Jeon. Iâll be waiting.â It had been less of an invitation and more of a command and a promise Jungkook fully intends to keep.
His thoughts are interrupted when he spots you approaching with your suitcase. Your face lights up the moment your eyes meet, and Jungkook feels his heart lift as he strides forward to greet you. He pulls you into a hug, planting a soft kiss on your lips, his familiar warmth seeping into you.
âYou ready for this?â you ask, your grin contagious. âWith you? Always.â he affirms easily, grabbing your suitcase to lighten your load as the two of you head towards security.
After passing through the usual chaos of airport checks, you finally board the plane. Jungkook trails closely behind, his eyes scanning the rows of economy seats, prepared to settle in for the long flight. But you keep walking, breezing past one row after another, heading towards the front of the plane.
âY/N...â he calls softly, a frown of confusion crossing his features. âI think we passed our seats.â You barely glance back, simply motioning for him to follow with a playful wave of your hand. âJust trust me, Kook.â
Jungkookâs confusion only grows as you step into the business class section. His steps slow as he takes in his surroundings... the stark difference from the cramped seats in economy hits him instantly. Business class looks like another world.
The seats are spacious, arranged in private compartments with high partitions for privacy. The lighting is soft and ambient, with a warm golden glow that feels more like a cozy lounge than an airplane cabin. Flight attendants move quietly through the aisles, offering passengers drinks and handing out fancy pajama sets.
Jungkookâs jaw drops as he watches you casually slide into one of the luxurious seats, making yourself comfortable. He hurries forward, his voice incredulous. âY/N, this is business class... Our seats arenât here!â
You look up at him with a calm smile, gesturing to the seat beside yours. âThey gave me an upgrade.â you say simply, patting the spot for him to sit. His eyes narrow in confusion as he sets down his bag. âUpgrade? Can we even afford this?â he asks, using his hands to gesture towards the private compartment.
You laugh lightly, already reclining your seat with the touch of a button. âRelax, Kook. My family has some business ties with the airline. Itâs just a little perk.â (Nick Young coded girlfriend)
âA little perk?â he repeats, his voice full of disbelief as he finally sits down. He presses a button on the armrest, watching in awe as the seat reclines into a flatbed. âY/N, this isnât a perk... this is a dream. Look at this place! Itâs like a five-star hotel in the air.â
You grin, watching his childlike amazement as he fiddles with every feature. "I donât know if Iâll ever be able to go back to economy class now...that feels like a distant nightmare.â
A flight attendant approaches with a tray of pre-departure champagne, offering the glasses with a polite smile. Jungkook accepts one hesitantly, holding it up like it might break. âChampagne? On a plane? This is insane.â he continues.
You can't help but giggle at his cuteness as you casually take a sip from your glass as if itâs the most natural thing in the world.
As the plane prepares for takeoff, Jungkook leans back in his seat, still marveling at the luxurious surroundings. He sneaks another glance at you, the contentment on your face making his heart swell. This trip is already shaping up to be unforgettable, and it hasnât even truly started yet.
//
Jungkook feels the weight of your pout pressed against his chest as you stand in his arms, his hands gently brushing through your hair in a comforting motion. He canât help but smile softly, though he feels the tiniest tug at his heart seeing you so disappointed.
He knew this lunch with Yoongi was important, and he knew you understood... at least, logically. But seeing the way you looked at him, that little furrow between your brows, made him feel a little guilty. âItâs just lunch, baby.â he says, his voice soothing, brushing his thumb gently over your cheek.
âI promised him, and he never takes no for an answer.â He chuckles softly, but his smile fades when he feels the reluctance in your grip on him.
You knew he had plans with Yoongi the moment you touched down in Daegu. You had known this from the start, had heard about the lunch plan in passing, but that didnât make the feeling any easier to shake.
The thought of him going off without you, to catch up with an old friend while you drove home alone, kind of made you sad. You were fully aware of the importance of this lunch, but that didnât stop the tiny selfish part of you from wishing heâd be with you, just for a little while longer.
âI know...â you murmur, your voice betraying the tiny bit of sulk in your tone, but you try to let it go. You werenât going to hold him back. "Fine." you finally say, pulling back to meet his gaze.
And the way he looks at you affectionately makes you feel like youâve won some small victory. âBut...â you add with a little smile. âI expect you to be at my place at 7. You know my grandmaâs having that traditional tea ceremony thing and I promised her I was bringing someone special home.â
His eyes light up at your words, the thought of joining you for something so important and so personal. âOf course.â he replies without hesitation, his voice earnest. âI wouldnât dream of missing it.â
You smile softly, knowing he means it. And yet, despite his assurances, you canât shake the lingering feeling of missing him. Just a little. Before you can dwell on it too much, you hear a voice break through the moment.
âMs. Kim.â
You turn, blinking a little in surprise as your driver steps forward, his presence bringing a sudden rush of formality to the otherwise intimate moment. âThe car is here.â he states matter-of-factly, and you know that this is your cue to part ways.
You sigh softly, reluctantly loosening your hold around Jungkookâs waist, but not without giving him one last lingering look. Your lips curl in a pout, but you try to hide it behind the gentle smile you offer him.
âOkay thenâŚâ you start, your voice trailing off as you look at him, uncertainty settling in your chest. âIâll see you soon?â The question hangs in the air, like a promise and a plea all at once.
Jungkook watches you for a moment, that familiar ache in his chest growing stronger as he sees the hint of vulnerability in your eyes. But then his lips curl upward, soft but sincere. âOf course, baby. Iâll be there. I love you.â His words are steady, and his eyes hold something deeper than just affection... something unwavering.
You nod quickly, feeling a mix of relief and longing. âI love you too.â you whisper back before turning away, following your driver towards the airport's exit.
Jungkook watches you walk away, his heart heavy in his chest, the pang of guilt creeping up again. He promises himself to make it up to you later. Now, he just needed to get through lunch with Yoongi.
But as soon as the sound of your footsteps fades and you disappear from his sight, his phone buzzes in his pocket. The familiar name on the screen catches his attention, and he answers without a second thought. âHey, Mom.â
Her voice crackles through the line, warm but concerned. âHello Jungkook-ah, I just wanted to check in. You landed safely?â she asks.
Jungkook listens to his momâs voice on the other end of the line, the familiar warmth making him smile despite the anxiousness he feels about whatâs ahead. Heâs about to step into a world thatâs so different from New York, where heâs spent most of his adult life. But now, back in Korea, things feel unfamiliar in a way that both excites and intimidates him.
âYes, Ma... I landed a while ago.â he answers, feeling a small wave of relief hearing her voice. âThatâs good, honey... Howâs Y/N?â she asks with that gentle concern she always has for the people he cares about.
âSheâs good. She just left though, and Iâm waiting for Yoongi to come pick me up.â he replies, smiling softly as he instantly thinks of you. âHow does it feel to be back in Korea?â he hears his mom question, her tone soft but curious.
He smiles, leaning against the nearest pillar with his luggage beside him as he waits for Yoongi. âSo far, so good, but Iâm still at the airport, so I canât say much.â he jokes. His mom lets out a quiet laugh, the sound comforting.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she switches to a more serious tone. âRemember what I told you, Kook... Stay put there. You know how it is in Korea... with the elders and the... the people. Itâs very different from here, so please take care with what you say and how you say it.â
Itâs a reminder heâs heard before, but hearing it again feels heavier now that heâs here, about to meet your family and step into a culture thatâs rooted in tradition and respect, something thatâs been passed down for generations.
Jungkookâs smile falters for a moment as he nods, even though she canât see him. He knows exactly what she means. Heâs always been more carefree, more western in his ways of expressing himself, and in Korea, especially when it comes to elders, thereâs a deep respect for hierarchy and custom thatâs different from what heâs generally used to.
âI know, Ma. Iâll keep everything in mind.â he assures her, his voice more serious now. âYouâre not a kid anymore, Kook, but just... be mindful, okay? Donât let them misunderstand your intentions. I just want you to be careful.â Her voice softens with motherly concern, and Jungkook feels his heart warm.
âI will. I promise.â he replies, knowing that this trip, meeting your family... itâs more important than ever to prove to them that heâs not just another guy in the city.... heâs not just your boyfriend. He wants to show them how serious he is about you and the future you guys could have together.
He glances around at the busy terminal, the buzz of passengers and the distant announcements. It all feels so different from New York. So... foreign. But heâll make it through. Heâs used to adapting. And this, he tells himself, is just the beginning.
âAlright, Kook... you take care, yeah?â she says. Jungkook hums. "I will. Bye, Ma." he replies back and soon, the call ends.
Just as Jungkook tucks his phone back into his pocket, he hears a deafening roar that cuts through the murmur of the airport. The unmistakable sound of an engine revving... loud, aggressive, and powerful, draws his attention immediately.
His head snaps to the right, eyes scanning the street. His gaze locks onto a sleek purple Lamborghini, its engine purring with a force that vibrates the ground beneath him as it races towards him.
Jungkookâs brows furrow, an instinctive suspicion flickering across his face as the car approaches. Heâs not sure why, but something feels⌠off, or rather, intriguing. The car comes to an abrupt halt right in front of him, the tires squealing as they grip the asphalt. Jungkook freezes, blinking in disbelief.
The tinted window slowly rolls down, and for a moment, everything seems to move in slow motion. When the driverâs face comes into view, Jungkookâs heart skips a beat. âYoongi?!â he exclaims, his voice tinged with utter shock and disbelief.
Yoongi grins, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. âAinât no way...â Jungkook mutters under his breath, still processing the surreal sight of Yoongi sitting behind the wheel of a car that looks like it belongs to someone straight out of a high-stakes action movie. Yoongi chuckles, clearly amused by Jungkookâs reaction.
âWhatâs good, my man? Meet my baby.â Yoongi says with a sly smirk, his fingers casually tracing the contours of the steering wheel like this car was just an everyday ride for him.
Jungkookâs mouth hangs open in awe. He canât remember the last time he was this speechless. The purple Lamborghini gleams under the streetlights, its polished surface reflecting the neon glow of the airport. Jungkookâs eyes follow every curve, every sharp angle, as if seeing it in person is somehow more unreal than he could have ever imagined.
Yoongi, clearly unfazed by the wide-eyed look Jungkook is giving him, steps out of the car with an effortless swagger. Heâs dressed in an oversized, silk button-up shirt that drapes over his frame in a relaxed way.
The half-sleeves of the shirt billow out just above his elbows, adding a laid-back yet refined touch to his look. Paired with the shirt are matching shorts that reach just below his knees, the material soft and flowy, almost weightless.
Around his neck, a thick silver chain glints in the sunlight, its boldness standing out against the simplicity of his outfit, giving him an air of casual but undeniable wealth.
Without a word, he grabs Jungkookâs luggage from the ground and begins loading it into the trunk of his car.
Jungkook snaps out of his daze and watches him, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. âGet in, dude." Yoongi laughs with a nudge to Jungkookâs shoulder, his tone light, almost playful, as he walks back around to the driverâs side.
Jungkook slides into the plush passenger seat, still feeling like heâs stepped into another world. The interior of the Lamborghini is unlike anything heâs ever experienced. As his eyes roam around, Jungkook canât help but feel like heâs in a dream.
Every inch of the car screams excess, sophistication, and unspoken wealth. The steering wheel is trimmed in carbon fiber, the gearshift feels solid in Yoongiâs hand, and everything seems perfectly engineered, like it was crafted for the few who could afford such a ride.
Yoongi starts the engine with a smooth hum, and Jungkook jerks his head towards him, still shocked. "You never told me you had a Lamborghini." he says, his voice betraying his disbelief.
Yoongi just laughs, his eyes glancing briefly at Jungkook before focusing back on the road. "Well, that's because I didnât have this back in university." he shrugs nonchalantly, a casual smirk playing on his lips. The car pulls smoothly out of the airport, its engine growling like a beast waking up.
Jungkook stares at him, still processing everything. "But wow, dude? You hit the lottery or something? This car is insane." he breathes out. Yoongi chuckles again but doesnât answer, as if the question doesnât deserve a response.
The city of Daegu blurs by outside the tinted windows, the sun reflecting off the glass as they drive deeper into the heart of the city. Jungkook can feel the rhythm of the drive, the perfect balance between speed and luxury, as the Lamborghini effortlessly weaves through traffic, its engine purring in a low, contented hum.
The sound of the tires on the road and the occasional rumble of the carâs exhaust fill the silence between them as they talk. Their conversation drifts to more casual topics... catching up on life after university, their mutual friends, and everything in between. Jungkook listens intently, but something about the ride and everything else, still has him on edge.
Then, suddenly, the city streets begin to change. The hustle and bustle of downtown Daegu fades away, replaced by quiet, tree-lined roads and grand, gated estates. Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion. The mansions are larger than anything heâs ever seen.
Multi-story buildings with sprawling lawns, perfectly manicured gardens, and tall gates that exude old money. The kind of money that felt untouchable, like a world heâd never thought heâd be a part of.
Yoongi slows the car as they approach a massive set of gates, gleaming with metal and ornate designs. They pause for a moment, and Jungkook watches as the gates swing open effortlessly, granting them access to enter.
Jungkookâs eyes widen even more as they drive in, the long, curved driveway leading them deeper into the estate. The mansion that comes into view is nothing short of breathtaking. Itâs grand and set against the backdrop of lush trees, with a modern yet classic architectural style.
The house gleams under the afternoon sunlight, its windows large and open, letting the soft glow of interior lights spill out into the day. As they pass by, Jungkook canât help but notice the impressive collection of cars parked near the house, each one more expensive than the last.
Thereâs a black Rolls-Royce Phantom, a gleaming Ferrari 488, a silver Porsche 911 Turbo, and a sleek Aston Martin DB11, all parked in perfect alignment, as if they belong to the same elite circle. The cars shine brightly in the afternoon sun, their polished surfaces reflecting the elegance of the estate.
Jungkookâs mouth hangs open, his mind racing to catch up with the reality unfolding around him. Heâs never seen anything like this in his life. "What is this⌠What is this place?" he breathes out, his voice almost reverent, like heâs stumbled into a world that doesnât seem real.
Yoongiâs smirk is still there, a knowing glint in his eyes as he pulls the car to a stop, right in front of the grand entrance of the beautiful mansion. He looks over at Jungkook, his tone casual but with a hint of pride. "Welcome to my crib, Kook." he says.
Jungkook's mouth open, words just stuck in the middle of his throat. His mind is still processing everything, the scene outside seeming like a surreal dream. This is all too much to take in.
Yoongi was RICH rich and he didn't have a single clue about it. As they step out of the car, Jungkook notices a man approaching swiftly towards them and by the looks of his attire, it's clear that he's a guard.
Without missing a beat, Yoongi tosses his car keys at him, and the man catches them with practiced ease. "He'll grab your luggage in a bit." Yoongi says casually, already heading towards the mansion's entrance. Jungkook, still processing whatever the hell this is, follows him like a lost child, unable to do anything but take in the overwhelming sight that surrounds him.
The moment they step inside the house, Jungkook's eyes widen, but before he can even begin to appreciate the stunningly opulent interiors like marble floors or the high ceilings or the glistening chandeliers, a shrill voice cuts through the air. "Yoon, you're hereeee!"
Jungkookâs brow furrows as he watches a woman, probably in her 50s, stand right in front of them. Sheâs dressed in a chic, over-the-top outfit... a silk floral blouse with exaggerated puffed sleeves, tailored trousers, and a lavish pearl necklace that gleams with the faintest hint of arrogance.
Her perfectly styled hair is in a tight updo, and in her arms, she cradles a fluffy kitten, which sheâs stroking affectionately, completely oblivious to Jungkook's stunned expression.
Yoongi barely reacts, his face giving away nothing as he responds, "Yes, mom." with a tone that suggests this is nothing out of the ordinary. Without hesitation, he gestures towards Jungkook, whoâs still very much amused. âThis is Jungkook, a friend from New York.â he introduces calmly.
She steps closer to Jungkook, her eyes widening as she takes in his appearance. "Such a handsome face." she says with a bright smile, fluttering her lashes dramatically. Jungkook feels his ears turn red, but tries to mask it with a polite smile.
"Come, come, why are you still standing by the door?" she continues in a sing-song voice, already turning towards the grand dining hall. "Lunch is just about to be served."
Without waiting for a response, she leads them through the sprawling corridor, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. Jungkook follows, still processing the luxury surrounding him.
As they enter the enormous dining room, the sheer size of the table takes his breath away. It looks like something straight out of a royal palace, with intricately carved wood and sparkling silverware laid out meticulously. Seated around the table are five people, two men, a woman, and two little girls. The air feels heavy with formality and expectation.
Yoongi, noticing Jungkook's distracted gaze, gestures towards each person with casual confidence. "That's my dad." he says, pointing to the middle-aged man sitting at the center of the table who gives Jungkook a bright smile, as he nods acknowledging his presence.
"That's my brother, Geumjae." Yoongi continues, nodding towards the younger man seated to the left. Geumjae has the same sharp features as Yoongi, and he cheerfully waves at Jungkook. "Yooo." he says.
Next, Yoongi points at a woman sitting beside him. "That's his wife, Chaeri." he adds, the warmth in his voice making it clear they have a close bond. "And those are his daughters, Minji and Yuna." he finishes, gesturing to the two little girls sitting next to each other as they giggle shyly to themselves.
Jungkook nods politely at everyone, his nerves creeping in as he takes in the situation. Yoongi's family seems very welcoming, but he's still extremely nervous. Heâs not used to this kind of environment, and it shows, but he quickly remembers his manners. He straightens up and gives a right-angled bow, a gesture of respect that his mother taught him for situations like this.
"Hello, Iâm Jungkook." he says, his voice steady but laced with a slight hint of uncertainty. He smiles warmly at them, hoping his attempt at a formal greeting isnât too awkward.
Jungkook feels a shift in the atmosphere as Yoongi's father lets out a hearty laugh. "Yahh, no need to be so formal." he chuckles, waving a hand dismissively.
"Come, take a seat before the food gets cold." His voice is warm and inviting, making Jungkook relax a little. Geumjae, his brother, nods in agreement. Jungkook looks at Yoongi, unsure, but Yoongi simply gives him a small shrug and gestures for him to sit.
They both take their seats, followed by Yoongiâs mother, who settles herself gracefully at the table. Jungkook glances around, noticing the opulence of the setting... the gleaming china plates, the glistening silver cutlery, the rich aroma of the food filling the air. He feels a bit out of place but tries to steady himself, taking in the high-end cuisine laid out before him.
Once everyone is served, Jungkookâs mind races for a moment as he looks at the elaborate dishes in front of him. Heâs unsure where to begin, not used to this kind of extravagant meal. Itâs all so foreign to him, but before he can pick up his chopsticks, Yoongiâs father breaks the silence.
"So, what brings you here, Jungkook?" he asks, his deep voice cutting through the air with curiosity. Jungkook swallows his nerves before answering.
"Oh, Iâm... Iâm here with my girlfriend for her brotherâs wedding." he replies politely, hoping his words donât come out too awkwardly.
"Wedding, huh?" Yoongi chimes in from beside him, raising an eyebrow. Jungkook simply nods in acknowledgment, hoping the conversation will shift.
"So this is your girlfriendâs hometown?" Geumjae asks, his voice calm but probing.
"Yes." Jungkook confirms with a small smile, relieved to stick with the easy part of the conversation. "But damn, dude, when did you get a girlfriend? The last time I remembered, you were afraid to even approach girls in university." Yoongi teases, a smirk on his lips.
Jungkook freezes for a moment, feeling a flush of discomfort rise in his chest. The comment feels casual, but the atmosphere around him is so formal that it catches him off guard. He glances around the table, noticing that everyone is relaxed and waiting for him to answer, as if this were a normal part of their dinner conversation. He takes a breath and tries to steady himself.
"Well... I wasnât really afraid to approach them." he says, carefully choosing his words. "I just had other things to focus on." He offers a half smile, hoping to deflect the attention.
Yoongi chuckles, clearly amused, but doesnât push any further. "What did you say her name was again?" he asks, his tone light.
"Oh... itâs Y/n." Jungkook replies, a smile creeping onto his face as he thinks about you. Just saying your name makes him feel warm inside, and he canât help but let a soft grin escape.
"Y/n?" Yoongiâs mother repeats, her brows furrowing slightly, as though the name is familiar but somehow surprising. Jungkook tilts his head, not fully understanding the change in her tone.
He nods, confirming with a small smile. "Yes, Kim Y/n. Thatâs her name."
The sudden shift in the room is palpable. Yoongiâs motherâs eyes widen, and her voice grows louder, almost demanding. "You mean... Kim Y/n?" she repeats, her tone now sharp, causing everyone at the table to freeze. The clinking of silverware stops as if time itself has paused.
Jungkook blinks in confusion. He can feel the weight of their collective gaze on him, a tension that wasnât there before. "Yes, Kim Y/n. Thatâs her name." he says, his voice firmer this time, trying to keep his composure. He doesnât understand why your name is causing such a stir, but he can sense something is off.
"Dude... the Y/n youâre dating is... Kim Y/n?" Yoongiâs voice is incredulous, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He leans back in his chair, almost scoffing in disbelief.
Jungkookâs confusion deepens. He looks at Yoongi, eyebrows furrowed. "Uh... yeah? You know her or something?" he asks, still trying to piece together the odd shift in the conversation.
Geumjae chuckles, clearly intrigued. "Who doesn't?" he replies. Jungkook furrows his brows, still lost. "What is that supposed to mean?" he asks, his voice laced with perplexity.
Before anyone can respond, Yoongiâs motherâs face lights up with a sudden realization. "Wait, wait, wait, so the wedding you're here for... it's... it's Taehyung's, isnât it? Itâs Kim Taehyungâs wedding!" She beams, her expression a mix of surprise and excitement, as if the revelation is the most obvious thing in the world.
Jungkookâs mind races. Heâs still trying to connect the dots, but the sheer shock on Yoongiâs motherâs face throws him off balance and he wonders how she knows that information. "How... How do you know that?" he asks, still trying to process everything.
Before anyone can answer, Yoongi shifts in his seat, leaning slightly towards Jungkook, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Dude... do you have any idea.... who your girlfriend is?" Yoongi asks, the question hanging in the air like a bombshell.
Jungkookâs mouth opens and closes, not understanding the gravity of the situation. His mind struggles to keep up, but he can't seem to make sense of the turn this conversation has taken. "What?" he asks, still confused. "Why... why are you asking me that?"
Yoongi leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as if heâs just realized something monumental. "Dude... do you know who 'The Kims' are?? You're dating someone from 'The Kims'. That is literally insane." he states, his voice filled with disbelief.
He looks at Jungkook, half-amused, half-shocked, but when he still notices the utter confusion on his friend's face, his expression softens slightly. Yoongi leans in and places both hands on Jungkook's shoulders, trying to help him process the information.
"Dude, 'The Kims' are one of the most influential families in all of Daegu. Hell, in all of Korea." Yoongiâs voice is filled with a mixture of awe as he continues.
"They own so many companies, itâs insane. From massive real estate ventures, luxury hotels, tech firms, and even a few major pharmaceutical companies, theyâre basically untouchable. Every major industry you can think of, 'The Kims' have their fingers in it." He leans back again, his hands still on Jungkook's shoulders, clearly enjoying his friend's stunned reaction.
"And Y/n? Sheâs a part of that family. I donât even think you understand how big of a deal that is."
Jungkookâs mind is spinning. He sits there, his thoughts racing, but the words don't seem to connect. All he can do is stare at Yoongi, trying to make sense of everything thatâs being said.
His head is still reeling from the idea that the woman heâs been seeing... someone heâs grown to care for so deeply... belongs to such a powerful family. He had never imagined that you, with your down-to-earth nature, would be connected to such wealth and influence.
Yoongi, noticing Jungkookâs silence, smirks before continuing, clearly reveling in the shock heâs causing. "If you were shocked just looking at the estate I live in, wait until you see the kind of place Y/n lives in."
His voice lowers slightly, his tone growing more serious, almost as if heâs sharing a secret. "Her familyâs mansion? Itâs like something out of a movie. Itâs not like any place youâve ever seen before. We're talking private security, a sprawling garden, a real private estate. It's on a whole other level."
Jungkook feels his stomach tighten as he tries to digest what Yoongiâs saying. He canât even fathom how he didnât know this before, how he had no clue that something about your life was so different from anything he had known.
The thought of you being part of this world, a world so far removed from his own, leaves him just sitting there, not knowing what to do with this newfound information.
part 2 ->
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Lunch
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vi x fem reader
summary: vi is hungry and you´re her favorite meal
warnings: [soft] smut, making out, vi eating you out cuz she´s hungry ofc, if i missed any lmk
words: 0.5k
a/n: I´M ALIVE!! let´s just ignore the fact that i disappeared for a whole goddamn year. it just happened much in life and i had SUCH a writer´s block but here´s finally a fanfiction;) and how could i celebrate that my writer´s block is gone other than posting a vi smut?? ALSO i have billie tickets for next year so ofc this fic is inspired by lunch duh AND OMG ARCANE S2 IN NOVEMBER?? I´M SO HERE FOR IT
enjoy reading my loves<3
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"why are you flirting with me already like the whole day?" you ask your girlfriend after she said something that made your stomach flip again for the 100th time today. "don´t act like you don´t like it, ´cause i know that you do baby." she answers you confidently and oh how right she was. you love it when vi flirts with you and if there should exist a word stronger than 'love', you mean that word.
just the feeling of the butterflies flying in your stomach, the blush that creeps up your rosy cheeks, your heat growing between your thighs, and vi being the reason for it, makes it feel even better.
but the worst part, she knows that you feel that way, so she teases you with her actions and her words. her lips are telling you what she wants and needs to do with you but her actions aren´t talking yet.
you look at vi while your blush is getting visible. she´s smirking at you and starts placing her hand on your waist. you take a glance down your hips, not for long though ´cause vi her other hand is wandering up your face. she holds your chin up so you look at her. vi is getting closer to your face and before she kisses you, you say "i see what you are doing."
"oh yeah?"
and before she could see your face getting red, her lips are finally touching yours, it´s a soft kiss but it turns into aggressive kissing really fast. your hands are laying comfortably around your girlfriend´s neck and you play with her babyhair while both her hands are holding you on your upper body.
in the meantime that you´re making out, you try to stand up and sit on vi´s lap. vi understood your actions and helped you to get on top of her.
moments pass away and you can´t get enough of her so you take off vi´s jacket which lead more and more to taking off your clothes till you both had nothing on except your underwear.
though as vi took off your bra, you felt yourself growing needier and you quietly moaned into your girlfriend´s mouth. you noticed vi´s grin while kissing and her hands moving down your thighs. she starts carrying you to the bed next to you and pushes you softly in the furniture. suddenly you can´t feel vi´s lips on yours anymore, you feel them going down your neck, your clavicle, your cleavage, both your breasts, both your arms and your stomach till she sees the last clothing that hides your beautiful body. vi is slowly starting to take it off. and finally you feel her soft lips on the place you crave her the most.
you let out a sigh of relief as you felt vi´s tongue entering you softly. your hands are starting to get lost in her hair while she´s tasting you, and you can feel the vibrations of her lips on your sensitive spot when she´s making noises that you love so dearly.
"you taste so good baby."
soon you feel yourself getting close and when you let go, it felt like a volcano exploded in yourself that wanted to erupt a long time ago.
vi looked at your satisfied face and kissed you one more time before she totally collapsed on top of you. you smiled to yourself and kissed her head multiple times.
"you´re my favorite lunch"
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GG! (Good Game!) đžđđž (L.DH)
Summary: Famous YouTuber and Streamer y/n just moved in next door to scholastic loser haechan! No sweat for him! No big deal! Not like he has her picture above his computer! Not like he owns her merch that he stayed up all night to get! Not like he cried when she started playing his favorite video game! Not like heâs completely and utterly obsessed with her and all his friends know it!
Oh waitâŚMajor deal.
Genre: SMAU (with occasional written parts) , loser college student!Haechan x streamer fem! Reader, somewhat strangers to ???, fluff, angst, mostly just haechan being obsessed with reader (youâre welcome delulu fans!)
Starring: All members of NCT DREAM, all members of AESPA, might have some occasional other artists pop in & out!
Warnings: profanity, sexual themes and language, mentions of obsessive behavior, yâall are NAWT going to like y/n sorry, more to come đŤâşď¸âźď¸
Playlist: punch, NCT 127 // about you, The 1975 // the adults are talking, The Strokes // disco, Surf Curse // from the ritz to the rubble, Arctic Monkeys // spy?, WHOKILLEDXIX // mass anasthesia, Mediavolo
Notice: all depictions of artists are fictional and no way represent who these artists are in real life. Any similarities are simply coincidence. All pictures are taken randomly from Pinterest. Anything you would like to see removed, please message me PRIVATELY and it will be discussed.
Notes: yay! Iâm so excited for yall to read this UGH. Iâve been wanting to get back into the swing of writing recently, and Iâve been super obsessed with SMAUâs and thought Iâd try it out. Lmk what u think! I love a boy obsessed w me so it felt only right to make this. Enjoy! đđžđĽ
Status: Ongoing..
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The Flopsâ˘ď¸ | extra |
Bad Girls Club | extra |
Intro
Ch. 1 - the worlds tiniest violin
Ch. 2 - that dog in u
Ch. 3 - MISANDRIST
Ch. 4 - I need a gun
Ch. 5 - manifesting ��
Ch. 6 - wattpad fanfiction (written)
Ch. 7 - Lala land
Ch. 8 - check engine light
Ch. 9 - chat is this real (Bonus)
Ch. 10 - The Friendzoneâ˘ď¸
Ch. 11 - lil dude
Ch. 12 - #virgin
Ch. 13- Renselle 4 life
Ch. 14 - suicide not postponed!
Ch. 15 - donât HMU â
Ch. 16 - u broke him đ
Ch. 17 - FTCU by Nicki Minaj (written)
Ch. 18 - lover boy
Ch. 19 - 12 baddies 1 Porsche
Ch. 20 - idiot
Ch. 21 - FUCKING DEAN?
Ch. 22 - TINY LITTLE HICCUP
Ch. 23 - The Big One (written)
Ch. 24 - the twilight soundtrack
Ch. 25 - #thankyouy/n
Ch. 26 - ur girl is whack
Ch. 27 - Stockholm syndrome maybe?
Ch. 28 - ur grounded.
Ch. 29 - pause.
Ch. 30 - Restraining Order
Ch. 31 - Iâm fine.
Ch. 32 - all hands on deck
Ch. 33 -
Ch. 34 -
Ch. 35 -
Ch. 36 -
Ch. 37 -
more to come⌠đ
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Y/n and Haechanâs ages
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Sleepy
My Navigation and Masterlist
Pairing(s): Gwi-nam x Fem!Reader Author's Note: For the sake of fanfiction - and this applies to all of my aouad stories unless stated otherwise - we shall make it so that Gwi-nam never sexually assaulted/harassed Eun-ji and neither did his friend group because what they did WAS SA/SH and I feel like so many people gloss over that fact. They have never SA/SH anyone and are just regular bullies who just harass and beat people up normally. Summary: Even turning into a zombie won't stop Gwi-nam from getting back to you before you wake up. Warnings: Normal AOUAD gore and violence, Gwi-nam pushing that girl to her death in the kitchen scene, I think that's it but lmk if there's any more you can find! Word Count: 6,106
Lunch.
One of your favorite parts of the day, because everybody is too preoccupied with their food and their friends to look at you. You always sat alone at your table, right in the middle of the lunch room. You had a great view of everybody around you from here. People-watching became something you were used to doing.Â
You didnât really have any real friends, only ones you would talk to occasionally in the halls and at the beginning of classes. You never would actually text them outside of class, and the conversations would dull after the topic of school stopped, but you liked them nonetheless. You were more of an introvert anyways so not requiring yourself to make friends outside of school was nice. No requirements or plans to attend. There was really only one person who you would actually consider your friend; the only person you would willingly get out of bed to hang out with.Â
And he was currently throwing pieces of broccoli at the back of your head.
Yoon Gwi-nam. The school bullyâs gopher and, unfortunately, your best friend. Youâd been his friend since 7th grade before he joined the group of the bad and left you alone. You werenât too upset since he still hung out with you outside of school and showed you his friendly affection in other ways - such as with the broccoli bits that were tangled in your hair at the moment - but it got lonely at times. You also knew he only was in their group because of how youâd gotten bullied at the beginning of freshman year and he stood up for you. From there, he also got bullied until one day it just⌠stopped. For the both of you. The next time you saw him, he was smirking with an arm wrapped around Myeong-hwanâs shoulder as the boy berated a timid-looking girl who had tears running down her cheeks.Â
Heâd explained everything after school when youâd been ignoring him and you reluctantly agreed to his actions, knowing he was doing it for your benefit as much as, if not more than, his. You didnât like it, but you werenât sure of any way to stop him after heâd already dug himself too deep.Â
Another broccoli piece hit your head and you leaned your head down to hide your face and your smile. To everyone, you just looked like another one of Gwi-nam and Myeong-hwanâs victims but this wasnât bullying. This was something you had been doing since the both of you were in seventh grade. It was a test to see how long you could go without getting annoyed and if it lasted more than 10 minutes then you got a beautiful reward of a nice, crisp 5 dollar bill. If you lost, you had to lose said nice, crisp 5 dollar bill.Â
The constant hitting was getting on your nerves and you prepared yourself to lose $5 just until you saw students. They were acting weird, crowding around the glass wall leading to the outdoors and screaming. They banged on the door until it broke and everyone fell to the ground in a pile. You stood up to rush forward to help them but stopped halfway across the room when you saw blood.
They were⌠eating each other.
You stood there paralyzed as you watched and couldnât move even as one of them started rushing towards you. Just as the bloodied student got within a foot of your face, it was suddenly launched backward by a familiar sneaker.
âAre you okay?â You heard Gwi-nam ask you and scream your name but you just stared in shock at the body that contorted on the floor before it shot back up and roared. Just as it started to charge at you, Gwi-nam yanked you as he grabbed a lunch tray and slammed it across the beastâs face. It fell to the ground and Gwi-nam grabbed your hand to drag you away from the swarm. The sprinklers had turned on from the kitchen catching on fire and suddenly everything was slippery and you could barely keep your footing.
Correction, you couldnât keep your footing. You slipped to the ground and Gwi-namâs hand fell from your own when he was tackled by a zombie. He only barely was able to grab another lunch tray and stick it between the beastâs teeth before it could bite him. You quickly stood up and kicked the zombie off of him, slipping while trying to lift Gwi-nam and running hand in hand towards the closing doors of the kitchen. You crouched down and ducked under the metal table before any of the ones in the room could see you. Quickly after, you were joined by two others, a boy and a girl.Â
âGet out! No!â Gwi-nam whisper-yelled as he tried to force them back out but you just pulled his hands away from the boyâs hair.Â
âGwi-nam stop! Theyâll hear us! Just let them in,â you whispered to him and he rolled his eyes but knew you were right. As everyone piled in, you almost yelped when your legs got pushed out into the walkway but held your hand over your mouth as you pulled your legs back in, holding your breath as you waited to see if any zombie had seen you. Luckily they hadnât.Â
Gwi-nam cursed and glared at the boy who had unintentionally, or maybe intentionally, pushed your leg out. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in between his legs so you were laying against his chest to make room for the two as you curled in on yourself. You were too much in shock to think about the crush youâd been harboring for him for years as the first of many tears started to fall down your cheek. A small and almost inaudible whimper escaped your lips but Gwi-nam heard it and quickly used one of his hands to cover your mouth while the other wrapped around your waist and pulled your back further into his chest as he rocked you slightly. No other sounds left you but the tears continued to fall.Â
The girl across from you wasnât as lucky. She whimpered loudly as she cried and you reached out to take her hand, trying to get her to calm down but she just cried louder.Â
Gwi-nam let go of your mouth and waist to reach forward and wrap his hands around her face to cover her mouth. âShh! Shut the fuck up!â He gritted out through his teeth quietly. His head snapped up when he heard snarling before making the quick decision to just kick her out from under the table. She screamed, attracting all of the zombiesâ attention and she tried to get up and run away but they got her. You covered your mouth as your breathing quickened and clenched your eyes tightly together. Gwi-nam pulled you into his chest and your head rested in the crook of his neck. The water from the sprinklers was still dripping down the sides of the table the three of you hid under. Your clothes and hair were soaked completely and so were Gwi-namâs. More tears fell from your eyes and you clinged to his shirt tightly.Â
âGo get it,â you heard the boy from above tell the boy across from the two of you.Â
âNo. I won't,â he protested, whimpering when he saw the glare on his face grow.Â
âYou stupid littleâŚâ Gwi-nam reached forward to grab onto his hair and yanked it.Â
âStop. Please!â He begged. âJust send her! Sheâs crying just like the other girl was!â He suggested, thinking he was giving a good solution.Â
Gwi-nam didnât speak for a second and you heard the boy let out a sigh of relief when his hair was released. âYou know what, youâre right,â you heard him say and your body tensed. He wasnât actually going to send you out there, was he? âShe is crying.â
You forced your body to relax, accepting whatever would happen to you next but tensed back up in surprise when Gwi-nam kicked the boy out into the open.Â
âBut sheâs important.â
The boy quietly started crying when he saw the zombies running towards him and latching onto his leg. He grabbed onto your leg, pulling you with him as he begged for help.Â
âPlease, help!â He dragged you out from under the table and you had to bite your tongue to keep from screaming as you desperately kicked at his hands. Gwi-nam came up from behind you and dragged you away, helping you to your feet before moving the both of you to dodge a zombie approaching him from behind. He quickly pushed you down so you were climbing through the space under the metal table before following closely behind and moving out of the way just as you put another, smaller, table in between the space of the two of you and the zombie. It just barely stopped the zombie from underneath, who you realized was the girl Gwi-nam had kicked out from under the table, from biting the two of you as she reached desperately but to no avail. As the two of you took a deep breath of relief from the zombie being out of reach, you quickly tugged Gwi-nam away by the sleeve after seeing another zombie approaching from the right and pushed a moving cart in front of the undead boy, causing him to fall over and scramble to get up. You both backed up and you heard someone trying to get your attention from beside you.Â
âHey, kids. Down here. Come quick!â The older lunch lady told you and motioned for you to join her under the countertop. You let out a breath of relief as you moved towards her but it faltered when you saw the zombie you knocked over with the cart get up and rush towards you. Gwi-nam quickly grabbed your wrist and moved you out of the way as he grabbed the womanâs outreached hand and pulled her in front of him just as the zombie latched its teeth onto her neck. Her screams echoed through the small room and you let out a shaky breath as he pushed both the woman and the zombie away before rushing forward, your hands still interlocked, and trying to get to the other side of the kitchen. He stopped short and turned around to go the other direction when he saw the boy who suggested throwing you to the zombies contort his body in odd ways before getting up and scrambling towards you. Another zombie ran towards Gwi-nam but he stopped just short to avoid being the next victim of the virus, pulling you away from the zombie boy sneaking up on you from behind. Gwi-nam bent down suddenly and grabbed a knife, holding it out in front of him as he pushed you behind him and into a corner. Feeling useless, you looked around for something, anything, to help and luckily saw a butcherâs knife laying on a cutting board where lettuce pieces were scattered around on. As Gwi-nam was looking at one of the zombies on the other side of the room, the girl trapped underneath the metal table had escaped and jumped towards him before you grabbed her hair to yank her back, slashing her across the neck and getting blood scattered across your hand and face. You didnât have any time to be disgusted or wipe yourself off when the lunch lady came up to you, now zombified, and tried to pull your arm into her mouth only for you to slash her across the face with your knife and then again across her throat, successfully making her drop to the floor in a lifeless heap. You looked over just in time to see the boy who turned the lunch lady into a zombie charge for Gwi-nam only to be thrown to the ground after he stabbed him through the neck with his own knife. Hastily, the two of you killed off the remaining zombies in the room together and breathed heavily after you finished.Â
You walked over to the sink and grabbed a paper towel from a roll to your left before wetting it and wiping down your face before turning to Gwi-nam and walking over to him. It wasnât a lot, but he had blood drops scattered along his face so you gently reached up to wipe them away and he just watched you in silence with an unknown look in his eyes as you did.Â
Once you were done, you let your hand fall to your side and dropped the wipe to the side with a heavy sigh. The sound of creaking was heard to the side and the both of you looked over in fear as the gate protecting you from the horde of zombies surrounding the kitchen started to break in some areas. âWe should go. I donât think that will hold them for much longer. Especially since they know weâre in here and probably wonât back down anytime soon,â you told him and he nodded in agreement. He looked around before setting his eyes on the window of the room and pointing to it.Â
âThere. We can use that to leave. We definitely canât use the kitchen entrance so I think this will be the best option,â he explained and you hummed in agreement as you both walked up to it. You saw a lever to the side and quickly unlatched it before pushing the window open and looking around outside to see if there was anything, or anyone, out there that would put either of you at risk. The sun was going down and it was harder to see but you looked over and saw a small alleyway that appeared to be empty. You quickly jumped up onto the windowsill and Gwi-nam frantically put his hands on your waist to stop you from falling, which you let out a small laugh at. You sent him a look behind your shoulder and he rolled his eyes before playfully pretending to push you forward which you flinched at but then let out a small laugh. Jumping down onto the other side of the window, you kept watch as Gwi-nam helped himself get over the sill to hop down beside you. The both of you snuck behind the alleyway and peeked behind the wall to look for any escape. By that point, the sun had faded behind the horizon and the world was encased in darkness besides the lights that automatically turned on from the schoolâs lampposts. Looking around, you noticed a bike. Without looking, you lightly tapped Gwi-nam on the chest to get his attention and pointed at it.Â
âFuck, luck us,â he exclaimed quietly and looked around to see how much of a risk the path to the bike was. âAll we need to do is get to the bike.â
Grabbing your hand in one of his and his knife in the other, he quickly set a path to there. You noticed zombies had realized your appearance and tried to tug him back but it was too late. Letting go of his hand, you grabbed an oncoming zombie by the shoulders and threw it to the ground behind you, helping Gwi-nam up from where heâd fallen. You both sprinted to the vehicle and you grabbed both Gwi-nam and your own knives while he hastily got on the bike, trying to get it started and going quick enough for you to jump on so the two of you could go. Unfortunately, as he started ascending the bike, the two of you noticed the chain was broken and you cursed at your luck.Â
Not so lucky after all.Â
Abandoning the bike, the two of you jumped off and made a run for the schoolâs front entrance. The bike had slowed down the zombies behind you but the ones in front of you were still a risk and you had to stab one to stop it from getting too close. You gave Gwi-nam his knife back after you two had successfully made it back into the building and closed the glass doors behind you. Letting out an exasperated groan, you yanked Gwi-namâs hand and pulled him along as you saw more zombies chasing after you, these ones inside of the building with you. You both ran around through the corridors, getting cornered by zombies but luckily finding an open door.Â
The principalâs office.
You both ran in and Gwi-nam slammed the door shut behind him. You turned around just in time for a zombie to lunge at you and you shoved its chest hard so it fell backwards. Gwi-nam grabbed one that was creeping up behind you and stabbed it a few times through the neck before throwing it over the principalâs desk where you heard it twitching and groaning before going silent. While he dealt with the another one, you handled the other two and the two of you cleared the room with great amounts of exerted effort.Â
You bent forward and rested your hands on your knees as you took deep breaths in to try and regulate your breathing. âFuck. What the fuck. This is so fucked up,â you rambled under your breath and was Gwi-nam carelessly threw his knife down onto the coffee table before resting his hands above his head to try and regulate his own breathing.Â
âI hate this fucking school,â he complained and unceremoniously plopped down onto one of the soft chairs in the room. Walking over, you plopped down onto the one next to him and sighed.Â
âLetâs just go to sleep for a bit, weâre both too fucking tired to think properly, let alone fight anymore. Maybe tomorrow we can try to find another way out,â you reached over to where a modern rotary phone resided and tried dialing 119 but the dead dial tone playing through showed you that it was either broken or the calling services no longer worked. You sighed in exhaustion before falling to the side and resting your head on the arm rest of the chair. You could feel Gwi-namâs eyes on you but didnât bother looking up at him as your eyes fell heavily closed and your breathing seemed to even out on its own. The soft hand that fell onto your hair and gently caressed it away from your face didnât help in keeping you awake and you felt your consciousness slipping through your fingers like sand at the beach.Â
The next morning, Gwi-nam woke with a start as he felt tapping on his arm and turned to see the one and only principal next to him. His hand fell away from where it limply rested atop your head and you let out a small groan of protest in your sleep which he would have thought was adorable if he wasnât just rudely awoken by one of the last people he wanted to see. âHey. You're Gwi-nam, right?â The principal asked him while he looked around nervously.
âWhat? Why?â
âHow is it outside? Still the same?â He pestered and Gwi-nam groaned as he realized the situation he was still in, turning over in his seat to try and go back to sleep, now knowing neither you nor him were in any danger.Â
âYou can drive a car, right?â The principal asked him and he just looked up at him before shaking his head lightly.Â
âI can't,â he denied.Â
âCome on!â The principal complained. âI had to cover up your mess last year when you guys drove your dad's car and caused an accident!â Gwi-nam just looked around in slight embarrassment before looking back up at him questioningly.Â
âWhy do you ask?â
The principal reached into his pocket and retrieved a keychain with his car keys attached. âHere's my car key. It's in the parking lot. License plate, 7340,â he turned to go to his desk, opening a drawer and retrieving something from there before closing it loudly. Gwi-namâs head snapped over to where you were still laying asleep and breathed out a sigh of relief when you didnât even stir. âBring it here,â the man walked over with a new pair of fresh socks in his hand and sat down on the couch beside you to put them on.Â
Gwi-nam slowly sat up and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. âWhy?â He questioned.Â
âGo to the night duty room and out the window, it's in the lot.â
Gwi-nam groaned, realizing what he was being asked to do and layed back in the chair with his feet resting on the coffee table. His head laid against the back of the cushion and his hand returned to resting on top of your head, lazily scratching your head with his fingertips. âNo way.â
âYou punk. Listen to your principal at once!â The man arrogantly ordered him but Gwi-nam just sat back up and looked at him in annoyance while he defied him.Â
âI said no,â his eyes looked over at his knife just as the principalâs did too and they both reached forward for the object at the same time. The principal was quicker and grabbed onto it, holding it out in front of him awkwardly but threateningly.Â
âGive me that,â Gwi-nam demanded before grabbing onto the principalâs wrist and wrestling him for it. âGive me that!â
âYou punk!â
âI said to let go!â Gwi-nam raised his voice as he finally got the principal to let go and looked down at you briefly only to see you still sleeping peacefully on the chair. âDamn it,â he sighed quietly and waved the knife back and forth as he looked back at the principal who looked terrified.Â
âFine. Just get out of here.â
âGo with me.â Gwi-nam insisted but the man shook his head in rebuttal.Â
âWhy should I? You go.â
âGo with me to the car. It'd be nice to have a shield, anyway,â Gwi-nam told him while gesturing to the older manâs body as he explained the purpose he would be using him for.Â
âWhat's wrong with you? Stay away!â The principal picked up a plant pot from beside him and held it above his head as if he was going to throw it.Â
âMy god. Look at you,â Gwi-nam degraded and rolled his eyes at how pathetic he looked. âAll right, Mr. Principal. If this were a game, I'd be⌠happy to kill you⌠sir.â
âStop! Stay away!â The older man begged after Gwi-nam took a step forward, his voice raising. âWhy donât you just take her!â He pointed down to where you were still sleeping peacefully, undisturbed by the loud noises coming from above around you and Gwi-nam hosted a smile for a moment before turning back to glare at his so-called principal.Â
âGod, why does everything suggest that?â He took another threatening step forward. âIs it so fucking hard to see that sheâs important to me? I guess everyone is just too fucking dense to see it.â The principal looked worried for his own safety and suddenly Gwi-nam had wrestled him down so he was pressed against the coffee table with his chest down. âAnd keep it down, would you? She may be a fucking deep sleeper but anyone would wake up with a voice annoying as yours blaring in their ears.â
Suddenly, the door burst open and a familiar face popped in.Â
Cheong-san looked back and forth between the two of them, his eyes falling on the sleeping girl on the couch before training back on where Gwi-nam had the principal restrained against the table.Â
âIs that the principal?â He questioned, confused.
âGet this jerk off my back!â The older man protested and begged. âGet this psychopath!â
âShh! I told you to shut the fuck up, didnât I?â Gwi-nam grabbed his collar roughly to stop him from talking.
âWhat the hell, Gwi-nam?â Cheong-san asked the bully only to receive no answer but a demand instead.Â
âCheong-san. Come here and tie his arms. The bastard won't stay still.â
âHey. What are you doing?â He questioned with his eyes blown wide in shock.
âCome and tie him up,â Gwi-nam tried again.Â
âYou're finished. Do you hear me? I'm expelling you! Untie me now!â The principal yelled only for Gwi-nam to shush him again and press his knife against his throat.
âGwi-nam! Stop that!â
âStop what? This fucking guyâŚâ he stood up, pointing towards the helpless and pathetic man on the table before pointing the knife towards himself. âTried to kill me. He said to go out and get his car!â He then switched the knife to his other hand and pointed his now knife free hand towards you. âAnd he tried to make me use her as a shield!â Gwi-nam leaned back down over the principal and pressed the knife onto his neck again. âYou call yourself a principal.â
He suddenly got off of the principal and hid the knife behind his back as he saw Cheong-san bring out a phone from his pocket and start recording him.
âThat's right. Good idea!â The principal praised Cheong-sanâs quick thinking.
âI'm filming everything,â the boy explained. âLet go, or I'm gonna send this to the police immediately.â
âYou little⌠I will kill you,â Gwi-nam threatened.Â
âJust stop acting like human garbage. No one respects you just because you act tough.â
âI'm the new boss of this school,â Gwi-nam explained to him like it was obvious. âDon't you get it?â
âDon't make me laugh. You're just a fucking loser who will serve bullies for his entire life,â Cheong-san spat at him and Gwi-namâs face fell to a much more intimidating and annoyed one. He let his arms fall from behind his back, the knife no longer hidden from the camera.Â
âYeah? Say that again,â Gwi-nam dared him but turned around after the principal had maneuvered himself off the table so he was near you, his leg pumped into yours and you stirred faintly which caused Gwi-nam to rush forward, slicing the side of the principalâs neck where he fell to the floor and bled out.Â
He walked towards Cheong-san who lowered the phone down in shock after seeing what he just witnessed. âYou fuckingâŚâ Cheong-san couldnât finish his sentence because of his shock as Gwi-nam walked towards him slowly, wiping the blood from his knife into his red-stained white button up shirt.Â
âSo am I⌠still a loser? Are you with me or not? The phone,â Gwi-nam stuck his hand out as he demanded him to give him the phone with the video on it.Â
âYou just murder-â
âGive me the phone!â
Gwi-nam lunged forward, trying to slash at Cheong-san who narrowly avoided his attack. The two ran around each other and scuffled for a bit before Cheong-san got ahead and ran out of the room with the cell phone in his possession. The zombies in the hall followed after him and Gwi-nam ran after him before turning back to look at you where you were still sleeping. It amazed him how heavy of a sleeper you were, not waking up even after all of that chaos. He rushed forward, giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead before silently promising you he would be back, running out the door and softly closing it behind him before chasing after Cheong-san.Â
Soon enough, the two ended up in the library. After seeing Cheong-san getting mauled off of the top of a bookshelf, Gwi-nam jumped on top of the bookshelf and yanked the shirt of the boy who pushed him off, successfully returning the favor and causing the zombies to lunge for the fallen boy. Gwi-nam chased after Cheong-san, both boys avoiding zombies whenever they came into near contact with them. The latter had jumped up onto a bookshelf but was stopped when a couple of zombies had tried to pull his leg down so he would fall. He managed to kick them off him and got onto the bookshelf but one followed him up. It miscalculated its jump and slammed into the light, bringing it down with it as it fell to the ground. Cheong-san had no time to breathe in relief as he saw Gwi-nam appear on top of another bookshelf and jump after him. They both scrambled after and away from each other, now crouching next to each other only separated by the gap of the two bookshelves and the zombies below.Â
âCut it out,â Cheong-san grit out while both of them breathed heavily.
âGive me the fucking phone,â Gwi-nam demanded and held out his hand, waiting impatiently. He was desperate to get back to you, desperate to just hold you again and finally be able to say what heâd been too much of a coward to for the past three years. Now might as well be the perfect time.Â
âYou killed the principal. You're a murderer.â
âYou made me kill him, you shit!â Gwi-nam hissed. âYou wanted proof I wasn't a coward.â
âYou're insane.â
Gwi-nam slowly stood up, ready to fight and Cheong-san followed his lead. They stared into each otherâs eyes for a moment before Cheong-san dashed in the other direction. Gwi-nam followed and lunged for the boyâs legs, knocking him down so he hit his head on the top of a bookshelf before falling to the floor where zombies quickly followed after and tried to take a bite of his flesh. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you asked, Cheong-san managed to get back up on a bookshelf only to find Gwi-nam already there. He kicked him in the stomach only to have ended up landing on his back with Cheong-san on top of him, trying to stop all of his attacks. The bookshelf rattled from the twoâs fighting and from the zombies below trying to knock them over.Â
Gwi-nam noticed the pulling the zombies had been doing to the bottom of his pant leg and screamed at them, âGet off me!â
Just as he managed to get the zombies off and stood up, Cheong-san pulled down the light above them and slammed it against Gwi-namâs back. An act that seemed to have no effect. The boy grabbed Cheong-san and slammed him down against the bookshelf before forcing his head over the edge and making it so he was dangling above the zombies who reached up and tried to grab at his hair.Â
âShould I save you?â Gwi-nam taunted. âWhat do you say? Beg for your life. Come on.â
âScrew you,â the other boy refused and Gwi-nam pulled his head up to punch him a few times, succeeding in knocking him out before searching his pants for the phone.Â
Just as he found it and tried to search for the photos app, Cheong-san woke up again and hit the phone out of his reach, just barely managing to catch it in his other hand above the zombie horde who reached endlessly for a bit of his flesh. Gwi-nam angrily resorted to choking him to try and get him to either pass out again or to reluctantly give him the phone.
Neither of which happened.
Gwi-nam screamed and whimpered in agony as he found himself with the edge of the phone lodged in his eyes, screaming even more as he then found himself being pushed off of the bookshelf and into the void of death below.Â
He fought for a way out, pushing the zombies away but only ending up to where he was laying against the top of a table and the zombies piled on top of him. He reached out for Cheong-san, now begging for his own life in an act of lifeâs cruel irony. âDamn it! Shit! Help me! Cheong-san! Fuck! Oh, please!â He begged and begged but Cheong-san only looked down at him before looking away, trying to plan for his escape. Gwi-nam cursed him silently, vowing to end his life and not let him get away with this.
âI'll kill you. I will kill you. Fuck you,â He cursed him in his head. âI'llâŚâ
He stopped moving all together as his body gave in to the call of death, only leaving one last thought as he left the land of the living.Â
You.
Less than an hour later, Gwi-nam awoke in the same spot on the table, confused and scared as zombies still surrounded him. He looked down and pinch lightly at where he saw a bite mark had appeared on his stomach. âOh, shit. Did I die? Am I dead?â
Suddenly zombies came running towards him after hearing the noise. He gasped and flinched back as he prepared himself to be attacked again only for the zombie to stop short after smelling him. More followed but none attacked him. They all just turned away like there was nobody there.Â
âHey!â He experimented after the zombies turned around, looking for their next prey. They all turned back to him but turned back around after not smelling fresh meat.Â
A small smirk started to cover his face as he started to realize what was happening. âAren't you gonna eat me, you zombie bastards?â
When they all growled but made no move to attack him. He let out a confused laugh before deciding to stand up, still cautious of the zombies surrounding him. When none of them tried to go after him, the fear he harbored started to dim and he gained more confidence with every step. He walked up to where a cracked mirror was and took slow steps as the memory of Cheong-san stabbing him with the edge of the phone refilled his mind. He slowly touched his eye, wincing when it stung a tiny bit but much less than he expected it to.Â
âCheong-san, you son of a bitch! I'll kill you,â he vowed before his one good eye widened in realization. âFuck!âÂ
He started panicking as he thought about you being all alone before realizing he had closed the door and you were safely inside, probably still asleep from how deep of a sleeper you were. He calmed down and walked around, finding a ONE HEART club jacket and putting it on after taking off his blood-stained white button-up.Â
âWhat the fuck?â He sighed as he put the jacket on and zipped it up. âThat meansâŚâ He paused as he looked around at the zombies who were growling and running into the walls around him. âI'm God.â
He rolled his eyes at the zombies before making his way back towards the principalâs office. He opened the door quickly and entered the room before any zombies could follow up behind him. He walked over and saw you in the same position he had left you in with your head resting on the arm rest and your legs curled up. He let out a small and quiet laugh as he walked over, making sure to be quiet as he gently lifted you from the couch and gathered you in his arms so you were sitting on his lap with your head resting against the curve of his neck. You let out a small groan of protest as your eyes fluttered open slightly.Â
âGwi-nam?â You whispered out in confusion and tried to lift your head but he just gently pushed you back into his chest which you followed without any more complaint. âWhereâd you go?â You asked, your words mumbling together and he cursed himself for you waking up while he was absent.Â
âI just had to deal with some things, but Iâm back now.â
âYou shouldâve woken me up,â you scolded him lightly while wrapping your arms around his torso.Â
âBut then you wouldâve been awake and I wouldâve had to listen to your dumbass scolding me,â he teased lightly and you lightly slapped the back of his arm from where you were holding him.Â
âJerk.â
He smiled softly and leaned his head on top of your own, his cheek pressed to your crown, waiting for you to go back to sleep. He wasnât satisfied until he heard your breathing even out once more. Lifting his head up, he looked down at you with a soft gaze as you breathed in deep breaths through your nose. Every exhale would softly blow against his neck but he didn't care. He tried to suppress his emotions but couldnât stop the love bubbling underneath his skin and threatening to escape. He leaned down and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead before leaning his head back onto yours and closing his eyes, trying to get more sleep of his own.Â
âTo hell with Cheong-san,â he thought to himself. âIâm never leaving you again.â
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Pillow Cuddler
Pairing: Marc Spector x g/n reader
Summary: Marc needs some extra comfort when he goes to sleep.
Rating: sfw, fluff
Warnings/Content: Marc being cute, dude cuddling pillow, just corny fluff, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).
Word count: 400-
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It hadn't been long after you'd moved in with your boyfriend that you'd noticed his charming habit.
Whenever Marc naps, he cuddles a pillow.
Of course, the hardened mercenary barely naps anyway, but sometimes you'd catch him dozing when you'd arrive home from work or grocery run.
The first time you'd caught him, you'd been out with a friend, and returned late afternoon to a quiet house. The lack of response to your greeting made you a little worried, but as you'd made your way to the bedroom and stood in the doorway, you'd let out a quiet sigh of relief.
The large man was there on the bed, almost curled up like a cat with his arms wrapped tightly around your pillow, his head barely even on the damn thing. With his leg cocked over what little was left of the pillow, you'd realised that your boyfriend is a lot softer than he'd admit. Of course, he's soft with you, but you'd always presumed that he didn't mind you leaving, or that he didn't need the extra sleep; well, the sight only served to prove you incredibly wrong on both fronts.
You'd smiled fondly and approached the sleeping man with soft footsteps, having carefully perched on the edge of the bed just to get a better look. Oh how sweet he looked, how peaceful. You're glad that he has at least one escape from the constant torment he seems to face daily.
He'd shifted as you'd placed your hand on his leg and caressed his slumbering frame, a soft snore from him having made you giggle quietly.
You'd only caught him a few times after that, but each time was ever sweeter. Even when sleeping on the couch, he'd have a pillow in hand, his face pressed into it like an animal hibernating for the winter.
The fact that he doesn't know about it makes it all the better. You know him, and you know that if you were to tell him what he does when he dozes off, he'd be sure to never nap again.
Maybe someday you'll break it to him, but it's your little secret for now, and one that you keep very close to your heart.
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I want step dad cillian with needy/pervy reader who comes into his room one night and just starts grinding on his cock (over clothesđ) and heâs like no stop this is wrong but she keeps doing it and he keeps telling her to stop until he comes in his underwearđ¤ and Iâm debating writing it myself but your step dad cillian shit is fire so like,, if youâre taking requests,,,, Iâm requesting that skdjsk. Anyway I love you bestie <3 lmk if you decide you donât want to write it cause Iâll probably do itđ (eventually..)
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A Father and a Lover ⸝ Cillian Murphy
pairing | cillian murphy x stepdaugher!reader
summary | Cillian Murphy is trying to be a good dad for you. It proves more difficult than he expected.
word count | 1.1k
Warnings: dub-con but cillian's lowkey into it, age-gap (reader's eighteen and cillian's late thirties/early fourties), stepcest, grinding, dd/lg kink, princess nickname, PROCEED WITH CAUTION â DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE
Disclaimer: This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.
Cillian Murphy was trying his best to take care of you. He hadnât expected your mother â his ex-wife â to up and skip town all those years ago, leaving you, a girl who was barely out of elementary school, vulnerable and in need of protection, in his arms, with no help, no money, no nothing.
He didnât regret it at all, of course. At least, not anymore. The thought of you not in his life sent him into a spiraling panic, a desperate haze that could only be cured by your comforting touch. To think that he once looked into your eyes and felt a heavy weight of burden on his shoulders, killed him. If you hadnât shown up â well, he was sure what he would have done.
As a child, you were easy to raise, and as a teenager, you never got into any sort of trouble. You passed your classes reasonably well and did the chores without complaint, you never smoked or did drugs or mess around with boys. No. You were daddyâs little girl. A good girl. A happy girl, content with her step-dadâs care.
It was only when you started to grow did things start to change. In his eyes, you were still his daughter, but there was something more â a dark lust hidden in the crevices of his mind that told him you were his in more ways than one.
Cillian had watched you grow all these years, but never like this. Not with your breasts big, nipples showing through the loose shirts you wore at home because he told you it was okay and that you were safe wearing those things around him. Not with your round ass that made you look like a woman, the ones men drooled over. Not with the way you still insisted on sitting on his lap, shifting around and claiming you were only doing so because you were uncomfortable, even though he knew you werenât stupid and could tell what that was doing to him.
Cillian never wanted to hurt you, and he never would, but sometimes it was hard. And sometimes, things just happened. Like tonight, when you snuck into his room and made him cream through his pants.
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âDaddy?â
Your knock was light, just enough to get Cillianâs attention. He looked up from the book that he was reading and smiled, asking you to come in. He expected this, as you would ask to sleep with him most nights, but he didnât expect you to be wearing just a bra and panties.
He cleared his throat, his cheeks dusted with a fine pink. âArenât you cold?â he asked, trying not to focus on the fact that you were practically naked, clothing designed to accentuate your body.
âA little.â Your tone was fairly quiet. âCan I stay with you tonight?â
Cillianâs heart warmed. âYes, princess. Câmere.â
He held out his arms, to which you took them, letting him guide you to his side. You crawled underneath the blanket and cuddled up next to him. Your warmth spread over him like wildfire, beckoning him to pull you closer.
âDo you want me to read you a story?â he asked, looking down at you with a soft gaze in his eyes. He ignored the way your breasts were pressing up against him. He also ignored his erection, hot and heavy.
âNo. I have something different in mind,â you said, a sly, innocent look on your face.
âOh?â
"Mhm."
Despite Cillian's protests and his desperate attempts to push you off, you planted yourself firmly on his body, right on his cock. Cillian let out an involuntary groan, bucking his hips upwards for a moment. Shame flooded his body, and he stuttered trying to explain himself.
"P-princess, can you please get off?"
He didn't look you in the eye. He knew you must have felt his boner, you were sitting right on it!
"What's this, daddy?" you asked, rubbing yourself on him. "What's this hard thing?"
"You know what it is," Cillian hissed, his hands on your hips. "Don't play dumb."
You giggled. All Cillian wanted to do was smash his lips against yours, but no â he couldn't. He shouldn't. He had to control himself, for both your sake and his.
"I think I need a lesson."
Cillian sighed, trying to halt your movements, but it didn't work. You just kept rubbing against his hard thing as you so called it.
"Sometimes," he taught shakily, even though he knew you already knew this, "men get aroused. And when we do â which is normal and cannot be controlled â this happens."
"What's this?"
Cillian looked up at you desperately. "My, uh, penis."
"I like cock better."
Cillian was astounded. Why is it you were doing this to him? Was this some sort of test? Why were you being so vulgar? If he was in the right state of mind, he would have bent you over and given you a couple of smacks on the ass.
You know what? That's what he was going to do right now.
"Bend over my knees," he ordered weakly. "Now . . ."
"For saying 'cock'?" You grinned. You were grinning.
"For behaving like a slut," he clarified. "Do it . . . Please."
"Not today," you said, quickening your movements. You threw your head back. "Oh, this feels so nice â should've done it sooner. But you know, the law and all that. Didn't want you to get in trouble. Does it feel nice for you as well?"
"No," he lied, muscles tense, but then his resolve broke. "Fuck," he whimpered. "I'm trying to be a good father for you. M'trying so hard. I can't do this to you. I can't â fuck! I'm gonna come."
"Come for me, daddy," you egged on, humping him. "It's okay."
He threw his head back and let out a moan, his hot seed spurting out of him, restrained by his underwear and pants. It wet his clothing, leaving a damp patch, a reminder of what he just did.
You stopped, letting him recover. Almost like a switch had been turned off, you looked nervous, like you usually were. You looked like a good girl again.
"You alright?" you asked.
Cillian let out a sigh, relaxing himself. "Yeah . . . I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have let you." He felt miserable with himself. This would never last into the future. What would people think? He would be erasing himself as your father figure and replacing it as your lover. What would happen when you needed a dad to hug? What would happen if you two got into a big argument? What would happen if you saw him as both â a father and a lover? That would be disastrous. How were you two supposed to navigate a relationship like that?
"Don't be sorry."
You got off of him â a little late for that â and sat down beside him.
"I've just shown you my love. Don't regret it."
If possible, Cillian felt even worse. "I know. I know." He sighed. "I know."
But he didn't. He didn't know what to do at all.
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I Want Your Video
Steve x Fem!Reader
Authorâs Note: Steve won the poll, when I first started really reading fanfiction on tumblr early 2020-2021 there was a fic with mutual masturbation with BestFriend!Steve Harrington and this plays into the very heavy. Iâve been wanting to fuck you forever part for inspo. Also just love Djoâs music so a lot of my WIPs have titles of his music. Requests are open if you want more sexy Steve, thank you for reading!
Summary: Family Video just became a little less family friendly with the new addition of the 18 and older erotic video room. You are more curious than your co-workers about what a dirty movie includes, the sexual tension between you and dreamboat Steve Harrington does nothing for your pent up frustrations.Â
Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Family Video Worker!Reader, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Max, El and Will love to pester Steve at his jobs, and gross mentions of Keith.Â
Warning/Tags: SMUT (Minors DNI), Steve has a huge cock, dry humping, marking, fingering (f receiving), blow job, overstim, small nubbins of insecurities with reader and Steve, Steve and reader share playful banter, a ruined Armchair, dirty talk, pet names, riding (save a horse ride Steve Harrington), we all love boobies, creampie, cum play? As always lmk if I forgot anything!
Word Count: 6.2k
"Well I knew they called it Family Video for a reason, I just never thought they'd take it so literally." You said as the three of you looked to the closed door with the new 18 plus warning sign, taking away your break room.
"Please stop mentioning it.â Robin pinches at the bridge of her nose
"What? At least people don't like, deal porn or try to find it at a public library." Steve adds setting the return tapes on the counter.
"Why would someone go to the library for PORN?" Robin boasts turning to her best friend,
"I don't know Buckley, people are stupid when horny." Steve admonishes
âDoes that mean your always horny?â You tease, Steve opens his mouth to retaliated but Robin stops him.Â
"No, now we just have Keith, who was already always in the back room. Potentially watching adult films on the clock and putting them back." Robin shakes in disgust.
"Like a trial run, heâll be able to give great recommendations." You add nose scrunched with laughter bubbling in your chest.
"Ew gross." Robin said nauseatedÂ
"Look he's creepy, but Keith is not that brave. Any one of us could walk back there." Steve says pointing to the ever closed office and backroom where Keith either naps or throws together a schedule.Â
"Maybe he wants to be caught?" you nod, taking new tapes to stock in the romance section.
âMaybe he wants you to catch him?â Steve wiggles his eyebrows following you,
"Maybe you want me to smack you in the face-" You turn to find him closer than you anticipated only a few inches separating your body from his.Â
"What? Don't be a prude now, you're the one who made the conversation interesting." Steve cut you off, chest puffed in challenge. His woodsy, ash, and vanilla smell intoxicating you as the spearmint on his breath floated you back to reality.
"That's because I'm interesting." You dare with a raised eyebrow, as his eyes flicker to your cherry lips.
"God please stop flirting in front of me or I'll get a cavity." Robin whines behind the counter.Â
"We're not flirting-" You scold, "Okay-" Steve holds his hands up in defense at the same time. You huff and continue down the aisle to stock, red in the face with embarrassment.Â
Towards the end of your shift the school rush dying down, you sit on the counter with Robin inventorying returns in the computer. Steve is holding the door open for a blonde girl popping her bubble gum with glossed lips. Giggling as Steve makes a fool of himself her chest rising with the laughter, over a Star Wars joke she didnât understand. Explaining how she had been looking for the film in Alderaan places, and how he was always happy to help a pretty girl like her.Â
You understood the joke, just because he didnât know what Ewoks were didnât mean he never paid attention when you talked about your favorite sci-fi series.Â
âStupid.â You mumbled under your breathe, rewinding tapes.
âHuh?â Robin asked, her doe eyes floating along the computers interface confused her mouth hung open.Â
"Robs, have you ever watched an adult film?" You asked, aggravated and pent up.
"Yeah but there's not a lot in my area of attraction so I just stick to the magazines." Robin motioned toward herself, still clueless to your annoyance.
"Uh-huh, well I want to watch one." Finally being decisive on the embarrassing topic,
"Are we seriously still talking about this?" Steve chips in
"Did you seriously just strike out? You talked with her for like 30 seconds." You said infuriated, turning around to see him leaning over the counter with his stupid fluffy hair and tight polo. Sans a phone number written on his arms or a torn piece of notebook paper.
"Just remember Y/N that's all a man can give sometimes, porn isn't realistic." Robin added knocking her head into your leg in frustrated groan.
âHow would you know that?â Steve scrutinized his best friend,
âIs it true?!â Robins eyes were blown wide in astonishment, they immediately started arguing with you the only barrier between them.
"Okay, I'm just gonna go back there and pick one." You slide from the counter, move Robin out of your way, they paused mid-argument to poke at you.
"Go for it, have fun." Robin called
"But not too much!" Steve yelped when she pinched him,
Opening the clichĂŠ room, of neon lights with each film had itâs own space on the shelves you began to read some of the titles. Private Teacher, Taboo, I Like to be Watched, Educating Nina, Talk Dirty to Me 1 and 2, 8 to 4, there's honestly too many. So let's just say that the first one, Private Teacher, sounds like it has some plot. You slip it into your vest, walking out of the room to find Steve surrounded by his children.
âPlease Steve whatâs back there?â
âWe just want to take a quick peak!â
âFor the millionth time, no. Youâre barely 13!â
âWeâre actually 14 and or older Steve.â Max says deadpan standing arms crossed next to a girl you think was named Jane or El you werenât 100% sure.Â
âYeah kids leave the guy alone just because he would sneak you into the movie's at Scoops does not mean you get free rain of the pornoâs.â
âPornoâs?!â Dustin yells as the rest of the kids shush him, looking around the other Family Video patrons.
âYeah thatâs enough Steveâs posse, your scaring away paying customers.â You shush them out the door,Â
"Come on, I bet you have some criticism about at least one of these dirty movies." Robin asks Steve who is using every fiber in his being not to embarrass himself in front of you.
"Actually, I haven't watched any of them yet," Steve says while he re-faces the horror films the kids probably messed with earlier.
âBullshit-â You butt in, Steve turns to defend himself but is saved by Robinâs blabbermouth.Â
"I do but mostly for the... well you know, porno's aren't progressive in my territory yet." Robin held up the one, where the woman's boobs were almost completely out of her bra and there was a string of spit from her mouth to them.
"Well we could change this week's movie night at my place? This one seemed well loved. 3 rents already, and itâs only been a few weeks." I grabbed 'Private Teacher' walking over to Steve, the man had the woman bent over the desk, one of his hands pulling her hair so show her face for the camera. Her school girl costume left a tasteful amount of skin on show just for the cover. The tagline read âSometimes A Little Private Instruction Is All You Need To Make The Gradeâ
He only glanced at the cover, "Yeah I'm good, I get my fill with my right hand and watching sappy some romance movies over and over again."
"Ewwww," Robin drones behind the counter. You laugh at his in response holding onto your sides while walking back over to her.
"Obviously, not in that order!" He follows, you pull out some rental money setting on the counter as Robin rang it up.
"Oh come on now, Stevie don't be the prude of the group. Robin will be there too and I know you don't have anything better to do. Since you're always at my house anyway." He scoffs hiding the tape under his elbow when another customer walks in.
"Yeah to get away from my asshole Dad, not to watch porn with you."Â
"I think he would enjoy the fact you're actually finding a hobby," Robin says, putting the tape into a plastic bag, brushing some hair out of Steve's face. He sticks out his tongue mocking her.Â
"Yes Robin, you're a truly hilarious comedian of the century. What do I have to do for you both to drop this? Especially as my best friend and basically my boss." You giggle at the obvious answer.
"Just come by tonight, Steve. I donât wanna watch this alone. And like always bring your tissues for the movie," Robin almost falls over laughing, when you lean over the counter pressing a kiss to his heated cheek before waving goodbye. You spend the rest of your night picking up the apartment, filling the fridge with your friends favorite snacks, and vacuuming. You thought about lighting a candle, debating if that was too romantic to watch a Porno with your co-workers. Lighting it against those thoughts because it made the place smell nice. A knock at the door took you away from the sink of dishes from your breakfast.
âCome in! Itâs open guys!â You yell turning off the faucet,
âWhat if I was a serial killer, Y/N? Youâd let me wander about your living room?â Steve brushed his front past you setting a six-pack in the fridge.
âThe only serial thing you are Steve is a serial pain in my butt.â You stick you tongue out, head lurching towards the direction of the living room only to find it empty.
âHa-ha, ha.â Steve mocked, taking off his grey jacket to lay it across the counter before nose diving into the fridge again.
"How was your day? Whereâs Buckley?" You pondered wiping your wet hands, the moving his jacket to a chair at the small four person dining table.
âHanging out with a girl. And other than this chick at work begging me to watch porn with her, it was actually really busy." He threw a grape at where you were at the table, tossing a handful into his mouth with a crunch.
"I totally forgot about it until I was grabbing my wallet at the store, I was kinda embarrassed when I rediscovered it. The lady probably thought I was high as a kite!"
"Because you are," he drooled a little bit, speaking with a full mouth, raiding the fridge full of groceries.
"There's nothing wrong with blowing off some steam with a bit of erotica. Everyone does it," you turned tossing the soiled grape back at him, joining him in the kitchen again.
"Yeah that's gross, it's unspoken. Even creepy old men who can't get it up do it." He swallowed his mouth full then making an obscene gesture with his hand.
"Ew, gross Steve.â You say hands held up in disgust,
"See-"
"Well I'm not a creepy old man," You argued, taking the tape out of your bag. "Besides, it can't be that good or bad. Almost like a true neutral, just people going at it like animals." Walking into the living room, you closed the blinds and navy curtains before setting the tape into the already plugged in VCR.
"Okay hang on a minute, there's way better ways at blowing off steam." Steve interrupts, the fridge slams as his steps grow louder.
"Name a few for me, Lover Boy." You scoffed still bent at the waist, setting everything up at the entertainment center. Round shape of your ass in those acid wash jeans begging to be released. The sight made Steveâs own tighter around his crotch.
"I don't think you want to know mine," he says breathlessly, voice a bit deeper. You stood up and turned to where he stood, his back up against the archway that separated the two rooms. The tape started playing in the middle of the stars going at each other, extremely loud feminine moans rang from the Television. It broke you from the stare down, rushing to turn it down. He came up behind you on the rug, turning everything off altogether. After a pause of shock, you rolled over laughing against the entertainment center, covering your red face with your hands. Steve huffed sitting back on his calves, laughing at it as well. Eyes drifting to the swell of your chest as the laughing made it rise a fall. Dragging the hands down your face, leaning against the shelves. You clocked his stare immediately, his pupils are blown wide, lips slick as if he just wet them. Polo tight across his shoulders but untucked showing off a flash of his soft tummy. You swallowed hard catching your breath.
âSteve?â You reach out to him, his arms grip back at your elbows pulling you up on your knees towards his knees. âI wanna know, I want to know.â His nose pressed to your cheek, lip grazing over yours as he spoke.Â
âI can show you.â His voice broke, husky and deep exhale along your skin. Your resolve faltered lips fitting like a puzzle against his. You pulled far enough away to split for air, only Steve followed pressing you closer together. Hand resting along your neck, holding you to him.Â
"What's wrong?" You looked at him worried a line creasing your forehead he reached out to soothe.
"Nothing, you're just so...beautiful." He let his eyes wander, admiring that youâd even gave him the time of day.
âI want you. I want you to show me.â
âOkay.â Connecting again fireworks exploded behind your eyes. He pulled your top lip between his, you returned by licking the slope of his bottom lip from an open mouth kiss. Steve groaned, allowing you in. He tasted of the grapes from moments ago and spearmint of the gum he chewed to stop smoking, it was sickly sweet. My hand from his thigh came up to brush away the free fallen hair from getting in our way, the strands of hair were so soft, surprising, no matter how many times youâd wished to touch them. Pushing your chest against his, raising up on your knees deepening the kiss. He sunk down to a seated position, crossing his legs and leaning his head back to a lower level. It gave more access, he kept his hands in nice places like; nape of your neck, tangled hair, cheeks, small of the back and waist. You nipped his bottom lip, pulling gently then watched it fall back in place. He gripped one of your thighs, sending shocks of anticipation up your core. He kneaded, silently wanting for sometime. Everything was too good to break away and use words. You just obediently moved one leg at a time to sit on his lap. Using his shoulders to steady, lowering onto his lap. He whimpered in anticipation in you mouth, your heat grazed the zipper of his jeans. At the friction you gasped, lips swollen and lungs out of air, as you pressed foreheads together. Eyes opening to see him staring with hopefulness, eyes wide open. You teased lightly trailing lips over his. Waiting for a reaction, but he stayed firm. Hands on the ground by his sides holding you upright. Breathing as one for a moment before he spoke,
"I've thought about this moment for a very long time," He said only for the two of you, your fingers rubbed the five oâclock shadow of his jaw in your waiting hands "I want to, so terribly. I don't know where to go from here..."Â
He smiled a dorky smile into your skin, keening at the contact of you against him.
"Then stop talking and kiss me again." He obeyed, trailing his lips down to your jaw, throat and to your collar, moving the fabric slightly he started softly sucking and rolling his tongue over the area. Your hands desperately clung to the back of his head, he moved closer to the pot of your collarbones and throat leaving wet kisses. He stopped his mouth looking up, with those caramel eyes so full of devotion. Mind going fuzzy, seeing the way he not only looked but saw into you. The way he always has. "Donât stare at me like that,"
"Like what?" He let the collar of the shirt scrunch back in place the movement made you squeeze your thighs around his middle, eyes rolling back in his skull.
"Like you want to kiss me or something." His hands both came up to brush his thumbs along your ribs, fronts pressed against each other.
"I will never stop looking at you like that, no matter what happens.â He smiled, âI gave you my heart long ago." You kissed him more primal this time, needing to taste him and etch the feeling of him into your mind. He was moaning into the embrace, he still barely touched as you tugged at his shirt below, when he broke contact to pull it over his head you stopped the kiss to admire his chest.
"Steve..." You wheezed through bloated lips. "Touch me, it's okay. You can't hurt me" He kissed back hard, slipping his hands underneath your tight work shirt, his hands cold against the hot skin covering your spine. Breaking free from his lips pressing kisses on his face, down his throat cooing into him when he unclasped your bra with one hand in a single fluid motion. Running his hands over your bare back, unknowingly while you rotated your hips in small circles against his wanting more. Craving the contact and friction of him against you. He daintily ran his hands down your body hesitantly gripping the plush of your ass adding more pressure to the growing friction. His zipper felt so good against your own, letting go of your lips on his neck throwing your head back. As the feeling of his hard-on pressed up against your clit. Putting both hands on the floor behind you while he moved your hips against each other in sync, panting and grinding seeking release. Steve's abdomen flexed as he twitched under you, he was cumming loudly moaning your name from his pink lips. It sounded like a song when he said it, his release came fast, his chest heaving heavily as he pulled your body back against him. Hugging each other till lips grazed, as he came down from his high. You tried to suppress the giggle as his hands traced shapes along the small of your back.
"What are you so giddy about? You just made me cream my pants like a middle schooler." You shook your head tracing at the mark I left on his shoulder,
"Well since we're already past the point of no return. I didn't think you would be so loud." you pulled back lip bitten between teeth,
"Maybe if you weren't mauling me like a hungry lion, I could've stayed quiet." He tucks his head under your chin,
"I told you, Iâm a lion girl not a ninja.â He laughed across your throat warming you as he kissed the flesh again. âMaybe I should pounce effectively, so I can really hear you scream my name." Steve stopped abruptly to meet your eyes, pupils blown wide, you felt immediately self-conscious blabbering out an apology before he could turn you down. "Iâm so sorry, was that too much?"
"No...â He purred, this close you could tell the scent of him was distinctly cedar. âI've actually never been more turned on." He pushed his lips to mine, rolling our tongues against each other, knowing exactly what you liked. He tightened his grip on on the fat of your hips and making you moan into him, pulling away his lips, forehead glistening, his eyes full of lust. He trailed his fingers up to help the offensive fabric of your shirt off, the bra slowly falling the rest of the way off your shoulders. His length twitched against the inside of your thigh again, he was entranced by the image. Still as a statue until guiding his lips down to the spot on you chest that made the world melt. He kissed everywhere, you kept each hand in his hair scratching at his scalp pleasantly. Leaning forward he placed your back against the carpet, hovering on top of but keeping himself slotted between your legs. Involuntarily moaning when he licked at erect nipple, he mirrored the same to the other one. His dick throbbed against the stain of cum, straining against the fabric. Kissing each while he unzipped the high waist of your jeans. You bucked your hips and helped him pull them down, he took them off your trapped ankles, restarting his descent to kiss down the length of your body again. Wet open mouth kisses making shooting sparks through your body at the intimate contact, grabbing his hand on the ground.Â
âYou are even more beautiful than my dreams ever allowed. Everything, you are everything.â His eyes silently asking for permission. As he slid a hand under the fabric of the green panties. You gasped loudly at the unbridled new contact of his palm, lowering to gather the dampness, trailing it up to your clit. He circled twice as his other fingers began to slowly plunge inside. You keened, calves dug into the bare flesh around his waist, âYou're so wet for me,â sighing, hands finding purchase on his biceps, he hissed as his face fell into your neck.
âUhh⌠Harder.â You held his arms with such intensity, leaving crescent marks into the skin digging hard into his muscle. Turning you chin down to find his lips to kiss, and silencing moans together his thumb began to swirl faster, his middle and ring finger able to go a little deeper with the changing hand position. Not being able to control the heat coursing through, you squeezed his hips harder. He whimpered, pressing himself up against your thigh rutting the fabric against himself for some contact. âYour fingers feel so goodâŚâ Moving lower, spreading wider to move your hips against his fingers, they worked expertly to consume all your senses. He pushed in a little further and harder, forcing you to look at what he was doing so wonderfully between your legs. Moaning obscene words, as your back arched further his fingers scissoring to stretch your walls. Clenching around his fingers that disappeared inside. âHoly shit- donât stop.â Your hands fell to the floor grabbing the shag of the rug underneath, as muscles tensed unlike anything youâve felt before. You came hard without warning, the orgasm spread through you, completely overwhelming, your legs shook out your high as he kept going, pressure building through your bladder before you felt a light gush.
"Fuck" He whispered in you ear, you could feel the shit eating grin off of his body language.Â
"I havenât done that before," you tell him.
"Yeah me either, ya know to a girl⌠I do that every time," he said into your neck, your cheeks instantly flushed. Laughing at his dorkiness, he moved your panties back in place. His fingers parted his lips, licking them clean of your arousal. You felt him throbbing against your thigh as you lightly pushed off the ground. Taking Steve's hand, you pushing him back to climb on the Lazy Boy you'd recently bought.
âWhat are you thinking, Sweets?â his voice was dark, he moved up the chair and sat. Spreading his legs for you, like the good boy heâd been.
âI just want to clean up my seat, Lover Boy.â You knelt down unbuckling his jeans, pulling them down and his ruined underwear. Letting him finally be free from the confines of the fabric, his cock flung back up pre leaving a pearlescent trail on the course hair of his happy trail. Steve was massive, how heâd fit into those jeans daily made your head spin. You would make him fit, even if his cock impaled your insides.Â
âYou donât have to, no oneâs been able to take all of me before.â He took your wanderlust as fear, and shit now you had to prove him wrong too. Your nails ran up his thighs as you collected some spit in the front of your mouth. Letting it drip onto the head, nails gripping his thigh to hold him in place you took the other hand and ran it across his length. Hitting the large vein along his shaft with your thumb, he pushed his head back against the plush chair. Fighting to buck up into you with everything in his body and mind not to blow his load again or buck up into you. He was breathing extremely heavily now, you gently kissed his red tip and watched as his fingers dug into the armrests. He held his breath a bit before you squeezed his thigh, then he exhaled. You then licked a long stripe down his shaft, you came back up to the tip flicking it with your tongue.
âJesus, stop with the teasing Sweets,â You smiled like a siren, before holding him with a hand stroking up and down with your lips wrapped around the tip. He accidently to bucked his hips, you pressed his pelvis down taking in his full length.
âHoly shit!â Steve gasped. Hollowing your cheeks, you worked him to a pulp as your jaw went slack. His hands reached out to grab the hair that fell covering how you looked sucking him. Pulling it all to one hand, he didnât need to guide your head, you were able to bob your head down him with a fair amount of ease with how wet youâd gotten his shaft. Tearing up and gaging if you went too slow, but it was well worth the noises coming from his beautiful lips. He watched in awe as you swallowed around him, eyes watery and spit slick chin, moving your second hand under his heavy sack you massaged them with each upstroke. HIs eye closed tightly as he twitched inside your mouth throwing his head back warning you. You took it all with a delightful swallow, helping him ride out the rest of his high with a hand. The only time he pulled his makeshift ponytail was when he couldâve cried from the stimulation. You relented with a pornographic pop, wiping your chin with the back of your hand and slowly stood going to straddle him, he playfully grabbed your body and pulled you to him on the lounge chair.
âThat was way better than any other girl or me just watching porn.â you looked at him mouth agape, he was eye level with your bare chest.
âSee, I knew you watched porn. A shit ton of it.â you slapped his chest.
âYeah, but nothing compares to the real thing,â he began to kiss the marks he already started on your chest, in places only heâd only been allowed too. Your hands cupped his face for him to look at you. He smiled his beautiful heartfelt smile,
âWhy didnât we do this sooner?â
âI donât know but Robin is the best wing women ever. She told me if I didnât kiss you tonight I shouldnât even bother showing my face at work tomorrow.â
âWait, what is Robin doing?â
âShe cancelled so we could in her words âeither fuck away the tension out or kill each otherâ .â
âWell she is definitely my favorite lesbian. That multi-lingual B is a genius. I wouldâve let you do this even if youâd just. I donât know asked me on a date.â
âBullshit-, really?â
âAre you kidding?! You are so out of my league Steve, Iâve never been in your ballpark ever in my life.â He grimaces, thumb tracing idling along your hip bone.
âIâve always thought you were the most beautiful, smart and caring girl. Iâve ever had the privilege of knowing, and I selfishly want you all to myself.â he whispers with affection youâd never heard from him before. Adamâs apple bobbing with his thick swallow of emotion.
âThen you have me.â he bit back a smile as his lip clashed with yours passionately kissing you, he faintly pulled your hair. You moaned at the action, spine tingling as you roamed your hands around his frame. Mapping out ever mole and divot along his heated skin. Trailing them back and forth on his chest like a sensual massage. He moved his hands to get a better angle on your hips, and began rowing them against himself. You both groaned at the friction, âLook whoâs the tease now,â you pouted at him as a finger inched it way to your clit tracing tight consistent circles. Your nails tear at his shoulders with pleasure, making him shudder under you. âGod how many rounds could you go with himâ âPlease⌠uh. Tell me you're ready.â you push your head into his neck, his fingers had already fine-tuned your pleasure. He stopped, fingers yanking your scalp to crash your lips to his. He still rowing you against his length, until his lungs screamed for air.
âIâm always ready, how do you feel about this?â he stops his motions, you felt unfulfilled when the movement ceased. You brain finally grasping some clarity, Steve would stop everything here if you wanted him too. Helping you re-dress and seeing himself out. Never telling a soul if youâd asked, heâd be celibate if youâd ask. Buying you the finest ring until your wedding night then ravishing you in your honeymoon bed.Â
âThis doesnât change the way I feel about you. Youâre perfect to me Steve.â he gave you a sinful smile, reaching his hand under your adjoined hips pushing you up onto your knees. While he finished working himself up, you waited as patiently as you could by marking his neck.
âGod you're so wet for me, these panties are drenched after sucking me. We shouldâve gotten rid of them, already.â His eyes were playful, and needy for more and all of you. He helped you stand, putting your hands on his shoulder to balance you as you took them off. Just the sight of you fully naked made his heart ache, he kissed your arm lips too far for his liking. Wanting even more contact, he grabbed your waist again leaning back into the chair. You kissed him lazy, you both were fucked out of your minds already. Now it was just comforting, you had all the time in the world. It was slow, sweet, his lips were so soft you still felt them all over your body. His hands roamed but craved to rest on your chest above your heart. You pressed your forehead against his, catching your breath. His hands on your hips, guided you gently down as you felt him at your entrance.
âTake your time, Sweets. I want us to enjoy this,â nipping at your forearm while sitting himself farther up the chair, feet still planted on the ground.
âYou want me to top, you?â
âIs that a problem?â
âI havenât done that⌠Before.â You told him shyly,Â
âWell, well. Looks like we're about to enter a new realm of pleasure for youâŚâ Licking his lips, âjust take me in your hand and guide yourself down at your own speed, Sweetheart.â His comforting words sent a tingle down your spine, you put your hands on the soft skin where his pelvis lies. He just observes your movements gripping your hips like a steering wheel, mouth awestruck as you lower yourself down onto him. His hands dig into you, as you let him fill your insides. Immediately heâs touching things youâve never felt, itâs painful in the most remarkable way.
âShit, babe. Oh my god. Didnât-Didnât think youâd take all of me on the first go.â he shifts pulling your chest so he can latch on to his dark purple mark there. It causes a rush inside you even just the slight motion making you want to explode.
âFeels so full, god your fucking humongous Steve.â You whined, high pitched and needy. The ach of his cock started to morph from a burn to a stretch faster than you thought as your arousal dripped down your thighs. In brief circles you moved your hips against him, keeping him completely sheathed inside. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, he moves his hands to your thighs squeezing hard making you grind faster. He comes up for air from you chest and lets out a gracious moan,
âStevie, pull the handle.â you whimper at him,
âWhat?â he mutters breathlessly.
âHoly shit, justâŚâ you're on the brink of another powerful orgasm, pussy gripping him like a vice âpull the handle back, trust me.â he lets go of one of your thighs frantically looking for the handle on the side of the recliner. He finally finds it and pulls hard, sending his lower body up into yours and your upper body over his. You both moan in ecstasy, his hand going back to your thigh. Sitting back up, you place one hand on his lower abdomen and the other on his hairy thigh behind you. He continues to groan affirmations and your name at the changed position, sending you over a small cliff. Only adding to the larger knot in your stomach, running up your body. Â
âKeep going I want you to cum, cum around my fat cock.â
âDonât stop, stay right there. I want it all.â You pant feeling him twitch inside you, moving your hips with his.
âGod you're so wet, and you ride me so good Sweetheart.â he playfully smacks your ass, you change your position again to bring your lips to his. He moves your body up and down while kissing you, letting you dominate his mouth while he starts to push harder into you. Propelling himself up, while his hands push you down into him in an erratic give and take. This is what youâve needed, this was perfect but not even the start for both of you. He continues to praise you through breaths of pleasure âI got youâ , âI can make you feel so good, Sweetheart.â, he gets filthier and louder and you keep moving, riding each other to passionate oblivion. Your mind ventures to his lips all over you, yours on him, the coil in between you wraps him tightly inside you. Your body starts to shake from the high, you press your upper body against his chest the hair rubbing against your hardened nipples.
"Good girl, milk my cock. Feels so good, gunna cum. You gotta move Sweets."
âWant to feel you, feel you dripping out of me Steve.â He mewls, clinging to you.
âShit. Beg me for it, tell me how bad you want me to cum inside you.â
âOh Steve,â you open your eyes, pressing your forehead down to meet him, his open too. You clutch your walls around him harder as he tries to finish riding your orgasm, âPlease.â You whimper. Thatâs all it takes he gasps and finally bursts in you. Lips soothing against yours for that other contact. You feel the hot liquid inside you, wringing him dry of everything that he could possibly have left.
Separating for air out of the kiss, feeling his hot breaths against your cheeks, he groans, swallowing hard at the sensitivity. You brush your hair off of your sweaty face, holding onto the back of his neck to see him better. His eyes gleamed with passion, you smiled back.
âMy legs are jelly,â you laugh in his face,
âIâll take that as an answer to my question then,â he smiles, lifting your hips up. He easily slips out of you, you groan in frustration at the emptiness between your legs. Hissing at the loss as well, his abs quiver against the softness of your soft tummy. He pushes the foot rest back, so he can sit upright in the chair. Capturing his lips in yours, leaning you back as he holds you manhandling your hips, rotating you forward to help you stand.
âI could kiss you forever.â He admits kissing your shoulders as you put your feet on the cold floor, pushing off of his knees. You wobble slightly,Â
âSee,â you turned to face him again, pulling him up to stand together face to face. He stumbled a bit too, âcompletely fucked out of my mind.â He wraps his arms around your waist swaying you slightly in an embrace.
âYou did so good, Sweetheart. We should get cleaned up.â
âI did good, how did you not run out of cum? Three rounds your insatiable.â
"Told you, I don't joke about my porn." He winks, kissing the corner of your mouth as he picks up your discarded clothes on the floor of the living room.Â
"No wonder you're idolized by 14 year old boys." You roll your eyes, picking up your panties. This time when you bend own he can see his spend dripping down your slit. He chuckles from behind you a free hand, coasting down your stomach to your heat. You gasp as his fingers collect his cum from your thighs, you spin in his hold to meet his eyes.
"Open." Steve commands, eyes clouding with lust as he watches you stick your tongue out for him. His fingers slide along your tongue covered in each other's spend. It's comforting, salty, and heady against your tongue. You moan around him, sucking the taste clean from his fingers. He fingers slip out tongue replacing them, as he tips your chin up to meet his lips deeper, tongue kneading yours as he memorizes you. Inside and out.
âYou know,â You murmur into his mouth as his mouth strays from yours coasting to mouth down your jaw. âI have a camcorder somewhere in my closet.â He freezes lips parted and eyes wide.
âYeah? You donât want to finish the movie? I was just starting to enjoy it.â You pout your lips, while he picks up all of the clothes from various places you threw them.
âYeah... We could or..?â
âOr?â
âIf you wanted we could make are own video?â Steve doesnât even dictate your question with a response only hoisting you over his shoulder and burying you in the mattress for the rest of the night.Â
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hi,
iâm currently in my bill weasley phase aha
i was wondering if i could have gut wrenching angst and maybe fluff i need something to just cause pain aha
itâs okay if not :)
Hey, I know this is very long overdue but it's finally here! You asked for angst, and angst you shall receive. I hope I did it justice. More (Bill Weasley Fanfiction)
content warnings: none I believe, but lmk, kissing maybe? not edited Pairing: Bill Weasley + fem!reader word count: 9201 (sorta got carried away) Summary: You and Bill were always friends, until there was something more.
a/n: Trying my best to finish all the requests I've got and simply just posting more. Also, I tried this little thing were I did a sort of rhyming (don't want to call it poetry cause that's too big a compliment) to start off the ff, you can sort of see it like a summary maybe too.
It all starts out the same way, with a girl and a boy that meet when they were small then grow until theyâre tall. They grasp each other's hands, holding their stance as their friendship solidifies until thereâs a shift, a switch, a fully expected change that takes things from where they were to where they are now.Â
There were only ever a few things that I cared about; My family, my friends, my future and my Bill. He never fit into neither the first nor the second categories as it was simply just different with him. Living only a few kilometres away from the Weasleys ensured that I spent most of my time with him, and as we both went to Hogwarts it only made me want to sew him to my side even more.Â
âHey, why do the Weasleys call you Honey?âÂ
âUmmm, it involves an incident where I ended up being a large tub of honey.â I explain as vaguely as I can, still trying to erase the embarrassing story out of my head. Tonks looks at me weirdly before waving her hand, âI donât even want to know.â
I spent ten years of my life being Billâs friend, best friend even, watching as his family got bigger and so did he. He developed his interests and I developed mine when all I thought of him was a friend, and none of that changed until-
âDo you think Billâs hot?âÂ
Nymphadora- Tonks asked me one day. I look up from my lunch and ask her, âWhat?âÂ
âYou know Bill- youâre friend, tall, ginger-âÂ
âI know who Bill isâŚâ I trail off, and I think of what she just asked, now that we were fifteen (practically adults), everyone started falling for people left and right, while I just focused on Quidditch and OWLs. Bill was doing the same as me, we would study together, practise together, there just wasnât enough time building a future and also doing normal typical teenager stuff.Â
âYou gotta admit, heâs gotten mighty fit over the summer.â Tonks said, and I looked at the girl whoâs two years younger than me disapprovingly. Despite being in different years and houses, we shared the same lunch period. I scold, âArenât you a bit too young to be thinking of things like that?âÂ
âI just call it like I see it.â She replies, and then eyes me up and down with a grin on her face. I blush and push her shoulder. She laughs and I smile a bit myself. Thereâs a beat then she asks again, âYou didnât answer my questionâŚdo you think that Billâs hot?âÂ
I look around trying to recall in my memory the most accurate picture of Bill I could conjure up. Heâs definitely gotten taller. I remember how I used to be able to ruffle his hair without having to step on my tiptoes- and his hairâs gotten longer, much to Mollyâs disapproval. Heâs gotten a bit more tan from spending all that time out in the sun, making his freckles more apparent.Â
All that time in the sun playing quidditch also changed his physique a bit. His shoulders are broader, his biceps and thighs thicker. Hands are larger and stronger. I recall the last game of the summer, only a few weeks ago, where every member of the Weasley family was playing, Ginny being the referee as she was still very small. I was the beater, as always. Bill was the chaser, and we were on opposite teams. Halfway through the game, two hours in, we were still playing and Bill decided to throw some water over his head, cooling him off. The water soaking his hair, arms and shirt, making it cling to his body-
âYou totally think he is!â Tonks exclaims, and brings me out of my daydream. I feel my face flare up and I stutter as I defend myself, âItâs not that, itâs just yes, heâs fit but heâs my friend, so heâs just that, heâs just fit.âÂ
Tonks is still giving me that cheeky grin when I decide that thatâs enough of that interaction, so I stand up, deciding to just stay in class for the next fifteen minutes till class starts. I say, âWell, I gotta go. Bye Tonks.âÂ
She shakes her head, and waves while I headout of the Great Hall. I pull out a piece of paper from my bag as I look at my schedule, I turn around to move the other way, when I see Potions scrawled up on the parchment. I shiver as I enter the dungeons and hope that Professor Snape doesnât mind me waiting till class begins, I could prep the cauldron while I wait.Â
I walk through the dark silent hallways, hearing the echoes of each step I take. A large hand encompasses my shoulder, and I turn around quickly lifting my wand from my waist band. I point my wand to the face of my attacker and I meet with the grinning face of Bill Weasley. I relax as Bill takes the wand out of my hand and places it inside my belt loop, a normal occurrence, if it werenât for the fact that his face is close to mine and I notice just how sharp and angular it is.Â
âTonks told me you were heading to class, what are you doing going to potions this early? Snape barely tolerates Gryffindorâs when he has to.â Bill says, and push his hand off my shoulder, and he chuckles. I say, âSnape actually likes me, and donât act like that when you're practically his favourite.âÂ
âItâs only cause Iâm the best.â He grin, cockily, and he taps his head, pointing towards his brain. I push his shoulder playfully and reply, âSecond best.âÂ
***
The Gryffindor common room fills with the sounds of both Muggle and wizard music. The smell of alcohol and sweat from the mixing bodies encases the area. A muggle born brought a machine that flickers light in different hues of different colours, having the lights bounce off the walls, as people dance in the centre of the room, and the chatter fills.Â
Iâm standing against some wall, holding a cup of butterbeer that was gathered from an illegal trip to Hogsmeade only a few hours ago after the win for the house. I never did drink much alcohol and especially not during Quidditch season. This was the first year Iâve been able to participate in the parties that Gryffindor house threw, and it was exciting, but much more boring than I expected.Â
Iâm watching the room, looking around, seeing a young Percy trying to make his way up to the boyâs dormitories as swiftly as he could while carrying two books that are twice the size of his head. Some drunk seventh years, push him, unintentionally, Percy glares at them nonetheless. I move towards him, pushing away the couples that might as well just get a room. I fling my arm around Percyâs shoulder, nod my head towards the stairs. I carry one of the books from him and we walk towards the dormitories.Â
He rushes up the stairs as fast as he can as soon as heâs out of the sea of bodies. I call out his name, and despite the loud music, he turns to me, guiltily. I say, âWeâve told you a million times that you canât stay out this loud, especially after curfew, even if it is to study.âÂ
âI know, I knowâŚyou wonât tell Bill?â Percy asks, lips pursed and ashamed. I sigh and give him the other book back and reply, âNot if you donât do it again.âÂ
He grins from ear to ear, large glasses slipping off his nose. He laughs, âThank you, Honey!â He wastes no second before running up the stairs once again, and I can just barely hear the sounds of the footsteps fade away before I walk away.Â
I drink the last bit of the butterbeer in my cup. I go to the opposite side of the room, grimacing as people shove me around. I stand by the drinks table and start to look around for the butterbeer bowl, when I notice a mop of red hair, reaching for the firewhiskey. I shake my head and sneak up behind the unsuspecting Weasley. I reach forward and grab a handful of his hair, and pull him back.Â
âOw! Ow! Ow!â Charlie chants, while I pull him by his hair. His hands lift up and try to loosen the grip that my fingers had on his hair. I threaten, âPut the cup down.âÂ
He frowns but (reluctantly) puts it down. I pull him by his hair once again and push him towards, once again the stairs of the dormitories. The place is quieter there, and I can scold him properly. We reach near the top of the first year boyâs dormitories, and I leave his hair. He rubs his head, and looks at me with a frown.
âWhat in Merlinâs name did you think you were doing?â I say, while placing a soft (sort of) slap on the back of his head. He swats my hand away after, and continues to rub his head. He pouts, âStop ruining my best feature.âÂ
âNo, your best feature is your Quidditch skills, not your stupid hair that needs to be cut.â I scold, and look at him, disappointed. I continue, âWhat did you think you were during? Trying to drink Firewhiskey of all things!âÂ
A drunk seventh year passes us and shouts, âYeah little Weesilie, you should try something lighter for your first time.âÂ
âBugger off!â I shout at him, and I turn back to Charlie. I rant, âThereâs a reason why people below fifth year arenât allowed to be at parties and being at parties includes alcohol, so until a few more years, youâre not allowed to have any-âÂ
âA few more years! Iâm fourteen as soon as I hit that big 15 like you and Bill, Iâm gonna have some.â Charlie says, and he complains, âAll my friends have some, and so do you and Bill, why canât I? Itâs just one year.âÂ
âA year is a long time, Charlie, and so what if all your friends are doing bad things, doesnât mean you should to, besides Bill and I donât even like to drink. Even when you turn 15, youâre not going to be able to drink a lot because youâre a seeker, Charlie!â I reply, and he huffs and folds his arms together.Â
âThat still doesnât mean that I wonât try it.â Charlie pouts, and he looks down at the floor. I start to feel a little bad for being too hard on him, so I pull him in for a hug, surprised as to how heâs my height now. I say, âIf you want to, you could, but until then, itâs off limits.âÂ
I smile at him, and ruffle his hair a bit. I pull my hand back then put it back on his hair again, and play with a few locks. His face flushes, and he grins at me when I say, impressed, âYou werenât lying, you definitely have the best hair.âÂ
âYou must be lying because youâve seen my hair.â Bill interrupts and he walks out of the first year boyâs dorms. Charlie looks at me with a panicked look, and I contemplate if I should tell Bill about what just transpired. I play, âNo, I have, Charlieâs hair is just better.âÂ
Charlie pokes his tongue out at Bill, and I grin, and Bill slaps the back of Charlieâs head. Charlie grimaces and mumbles, âYou two really are best friendsâŚâÂ
âGo on, back to your dorm, now.â I say, and he rushes up the stairs. Bill sits down on the stairs and he pulls me down by his hand. I notice how large his hand is compared to mine. I sit down beside him, on the other side of the steps and he sits opposite to me, backs against the walls of the spiralling staircase. Bill asks, âWhat was he doing down there?âÂ
âGot lost, I guessâŚâ I trail off, deciding that Charlieâs learnt his lesson. Bill looks back at the first year dorms, and he explains, âOne of Percyâs friends, Oliver, found me and said that he couldnât find Percy, he was afraid that Percy got trampled or squished by the people at the party-âÂ
We both laugh, and he continues, âThen a few minutes later, Percy walks in, alright and everythingâŚso, thank you.âÂ
âHey, I had nothing to do with it, Percyâs very smart.â I say, keeping Percyâs secret. Bill fiddles with the carpeted floor of the stairs and he replies, âI know you he is, but I also know that you helped, he was out at the library again, just like you helped Charlie.â
I donât say anything and so, Bill smiles at me, and he says, âYou donât have to take care of them, itâs my responsibility, I can do it myself.âÂ
âI know you can, but theyâre sort of like my little brothers too, so I want to.â I reply, and we sit in the silence for a bit. It was a completely normal moment, Bill and I never felt the need to fill in the silence, but for some reason, he asked, âDoes that mean that you think Iâm your brother too?âÂ
The question takes me off guard, and my heart lurches to my throat. My eyes flicker between his, searching for the right answer. Maybe for the first time ever, I find Bill hard to read. I choose to give him the truth, so I think of what that is. I couldnât classify Bill as a sort of family, but I also donât know where I would put Bill. I opt for the simple answer , not wanting to think about more. I didnât even know if there was more. I replied, âNoâŚâÂ
He shuffles a bit closer and the air is charged between us. I pull my knees together and pull them to my chest, to make way for him to come closer. I brush an annoying lock out of my eyes, not wanting to spend a second not looking at him. He says, abruptly, "You're very handsomeâŚâ
He notices what heâs said and he flushes, I let out a small laugh and notice the way his face heats up, and how mine is also red. The contrast between his brownish red freckles and his skin and the way his nose seems to be at a perfect angle, Bill honestly was just so- âYouâre pretty tooâ
He smiles at my comment, and he looks at my eyes, and I wonder what heâs thinking. Why canât I understand what heâs doing? When have I ever not understood what heâs doing? Ever since Tonks made me realise how drop-dead gorgeous Bill is, I-
âIf Iâm not your brother, what am I then?â He asks, and he searches my eyes for the answer that I donât even know myself. He isnât my friend, it feels wrong to say it, and I donât know what other thing Bill could be for me, but weâve been friends for a decade now. I answer, âI donât know.âÂ
âFriend?âÂ
âI donât know.â I repeat, and I look down at the floor, not being able to stand his piercing blue eyes trained on me anymore. His hand grazes my cheek, pushing the hair behind my ear, the contact makes me shoot up to look at his eyes. It feels different, so much more different than any other look weâve shared before. He adds, âI donât know eitherâŚâÂ
His hand cups my cheek, and it feels so much more, but what even is more between Bill and I? He brushes his thumb over my cheekbones, and he leans in. My legs part slightly, so he can shift closer. I didnât even realise what Iâd done till he was only a few centimetres away from my face. He looks at me, searching, and then down to my lips.Â
My breath hitches, and I can see his chest heave. My lips part under his gaze, and he leans closer. Maybe this is what more means for us? I donât know what could happen after but I know this-I lift my hand up to encase his wrist. His eyes flicker back to mine, and I say, âYouâre never going to be the same to me after this.âÂ
âYou havenât been the same to me in a while.â His last words before he gives me one last look before he kisses me.Â
***
The summer passed by in a blur where itâs nothing but hazy memories of Bill. Itâs not a surprise that I spend most of my summer at the Weasleys with my parents working all around the world. The surprise is the way Bill grasps my hand under the table, and the whispers between us are now sweet not taunts and games.Â
He would send me cheeky smiles and flirty grins across the room. He would wake me up in the middle of the night and take me from Ginnyâs room so we could go watch the stars outside the Burrow, laying on the grass, just like nowâŚ
âI canât believe that weâre about to go back to Hogwarts in two days.â Bill says, as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me impossibly close to him. Contact has never been unknown between us, but this was entirely new. I run my hands through his long hair, and I sigh, âYeah, two more years and weâre out of Hogwarts.âÂ
âEverything will changeâŚâ I trail off, scared of whatâs to come, when weâre getting real jobs and weâre not sheltered anymore, out to fend for ourselves. Bill looks at me and I can see the stars shine from his eyes, and itâs a mesmerising sight. Bill pecks my lips before saying, âNot us, never us.âÂ
I smile as he nuzzles his face into my neck, and I wrap my arms around his back. I hope heâs right, I really do hope he is. I donât know what I could do without Bill. I wonder if his family knows about us, if they feel whatâs changed. The only one who does know is poor Percy when he wandered off in the library only to find us snogging in between the bookshelves.Â
The other person who knows about us is Charlie but thatâs because the boy was smart when it comes to things like these. He noticed the blush on my cheeks first then Billâs smiles and then one day he dropped his spoon under the table during dinner and he saw our legs intertwined. He didnât mention it at first until the next day, when he did the same thing on purpose, and he noticed Bill holding my hand.Â
He spent the entirety of that week trying to find us doing something. When we were together, he would suddenly burst through the door screaming, âAHA!â, and then heâd find us playing cards on the floor. We realised what he was doing early on, but we let him have his fun, until one day, he gave up and burst through the door once again, and said, âWhy wonât you guys tell me that youâre dating?âÂ
I answered first, âBecause we arenâtâŚâÂ
Bill nodded along, but Charlie looked beyond confused. He questioned us; Do you hold hands? Spend time together? Act all cute and annoying? Kiss each other? Bill replied yes to all of the questions and then Charlie asked us why we werenât dating already, and I couldnât help but wonder the same thing as well.Â
I run my hands through his hair and I ask, tentatively, âBillâŚâÂ
He hums, and I try to find the courage to ask before itâs all gone and forgotten because I need to know. I try to ask the most dreaded question in the world, in a confident matter like it didnât matter at all to me what his answer might be, instead I stutter, âI-What are we?âÂ
He pauses, tenses, a few seconds pass then he lifts his head out of the crook of my neck and he hesitates, âI donât know.âÂ
A beat passes, and I press, âI mean, when we go back-to Hogwarts, and some girl asks you out, what will you say?âÂ
He reaches the hand that was wrapped around my waist and rubs the back of his neck. He replies, âI donât know.âÂ
âWhat if a guy asks me out?â I ask, scanning for answers in his eyes, hoping to elicit a reaction that he would care if he were to share me with someone else, that heâs mine and I am his. He shrugs his shoulders and says, âYouâll just say what you want to say.âÂ
He puts back his arm around my waist and he puts his face back into the crook of my shoulder. I sigh, unsatisfied with the answer. I place my hands back into his hair and play with the long ginger strands. His breath tickles my neck and he starts planting kisses on my shoulder. He trails them up to my neck and I sigh, contently. He begins to nibble and suckle the skin while I begin to tug on his hair.Â
He lowers his hand thatâs on my waist, bit by bit till he reaches my butt. He squeezes firmly causing me to gasp and press my hips forward towards him. I feel it, I feel him and Merlin, heâs- His hand trails lower to my thighs and it encourages me to sling my leg around his hip. His mouth moves up to my jaw, and then to my mouth. His tongue slips inside my mouth and he pushes his hips against mine. He groans and I pull away, I ask, âHere?âÂ
âWhat if your parents wake up, or someone notices? We can not traumatise someone else like we did with Percy and Charlie-â Bill silences me by pressing his lips against mine and thatâs when I feel him start to harden underneath me. I moan as I wrap my legs more firmly around him as I press our hips tightly together. Bill pulls back this time, and he looks over at me, my hair sprawled everywhere and I feel the heat in my face. I press my hands to my cheeks feeling the difference in temperature. I ask, âIs my face red? It feels like it is.âÂ
Bill smiles and pulls my hands down and kisses me. He replies, âNo, itâs perfect.âÂ
***
Bill Weasley is my first everything, kiss, first time, first whatever this thing was, and first heartbreak even if we technically didnât stop. I was alright with it, I was because it felt like he was just as into me as I was into him. Just because we didnât label the thing that we had doesnât mean that we have to. Itâs Bill, and I trust him.Â
It was all going alright, more than alright, it was great, there wasnât a moment that I didnât spend with him, and I was so sure that I was falling for him, if I hadnât already. I was on my way to Ancient Runes when I heard Billâs voice, I perked up, until I heard another female voice with him. I slow down and I overhear the conversation.Â
âDo you?â The female voice asks.Â
âNo, I uh, I donât.â Bill
âSo, you donât have a girlfriend?â I can hear the grin in her voice
âNope, Iâm single.âÂ
I feel my eyes well up and I take a few deep breaths willing them away before deciding that Iâm going to be taking a different route, and I end up late to class. The thing that I was worried about happened, and ugh, what am I going to do with myself if he does end up getting a girlfriend and itâs not me?Â
I avoided Bill like the plague for a week, the only Weasleys Iâm speaking to were Charlie and Percy, but even then it hurt, they looked so much like him. I cried more than Iâm proud of, and even when Bill did try to talk to me, I would simply just walk away.Â
Itâs been exactly a week since I overheard Bill and Iâm on my way to ancient runes once more. Someone calls my name, and Edgar Bones walks over to me. I wait for him to catch up and he smiles at me with a boyish grin. Bones asks, âYou need a walk to class?âÂ
âUmm, Iâm alright.â I reply, and walk on, but Bones follows. He walks along beside me and says, âWell, Iâd like to give you one if you donât mind.âÂ
I donât reply and simply make my way to class, hoping that Bill wouldnât get the wrong idea seeing me and Bones- wait, why should I care about what Bill thinks? Heâs not my boyfriend as heâs made it very clear to some girl. I take Bill out of my mind and walk on. Bones walks beside me, an appropriate distance away. Halfway through the walk he looks towards me and asks, âWould you like me to carry your books?âÂ
âNo, Iâm alright.â I reply and adjust my bag over my shoulder and the books that are on my arm. I wonder what he might be doing walking me to class. Over the past six years, weâve only had a few conversations all involving school or Quidditch. Nonetheless, he reaches over and grabs the books out of my arm, and I mumble a thank you at the kind gesture.Â
We reach the door of the class, and I stand there. I look around while noticing Bones shuffling on his feet. I decide to be blunt and ask, âBones, weâve talked about four times since weâve known each other, why are you walking me to class and holding my books?âÂ
âI-uh, I know this is out of the blue for you, but I-â He cuts himself off and looks around nervously. His gaze falls on something behind me and I look around to see McLaggen giving Bones two thumbs up, I look back at Bones confused and he clears his throat. He asks, âWould you like to go out with me?âÂ
Itâs my turn to look around nervous, and shuffle awkwardly on my feet. I reply, âItâs just that we donât know each other that well.âÂ
âI was hoping weâd get to do that over some butterbeer.â He says, and I notice the red tint on his cheeks. The silence is tense. I think it over; Bones is quite fit, and heâs one of the smartest people in Hufflepuff, Iâve heard heâs actually quite kind also. Besides, not like anyone is holding me back anymore. I say, âSure then.âÂ
He beams and he raises his hand up in a thumbs up, no doubt to show McLaggen, itâs sort of cute, if you think about it. He plans, âHow about tomorrow? Iâll pick you up at eleven and weâll head over to the three broomsticks?âÂ
âThat sounds good.â I say, and he grins. He hands me my books back then says quickly, âWell, Iâve got class in two minutes, so I have to run. Iâll see you tomorrow!âÂ
He breaks off into a run, McLaggen following behind him, and I head inside class. I sit in the middle beside the wall where I usually sit, and think about this date. I donât like Bones, but most people donât have feelings for the person that theyâre going on a first date with. After the date is when the feelings pop up. Itâs actually nice to be asked out, and not to be kissed once everyday when no oneâs watching.Â
I was getting excited about the prospect, thinking about what to wear, how to style my hair, when Bill walks in. He looks at me with a deep frown and heads off to sit beside someone else. I expected him to try to talk to me like he has in all of our classes, but he didnât. He stares out the window for the entirety of class, which is unlike him, especially during the class that made him realise that he wanted to be a cursebreaker.Â
I take a few notes, more than I usually do without noticing just in case Bill needed some after class. He would do the same when I would doze off during class or when I was sick. The bell rings and I put my books in my bag and sling it over my shoulder, holding a few on my arm. I barely walk out of class when someone pulls on my bag, pulling me back as well. I say, âHey!âÂ
âIs it true?â Bill asks, just as I register that itâs him and not someone that I donât know. His cheeks are flushed, but in the way that makes him seem agitated. I look at him confused and I ask, âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre going out on a date with Bones? Is it true?â He asks, and I find myself pursing my lips and avoiding to answer. He runs a hand through his hair frustrated, and then continues, âCause maybe, you didnât know it was a date? Did you know?âÂ
âCan we not do this here?â I ask, when I see people stopping walking around and looking at me and Bill instead. A few whispers follow, and Bill grabs my hand to lead me somewhere more crowded. We stand in front of a large window with the sunlight beaming through and itâs near a hidden alcove where no one comes often. The hallway is empty and Bill doesnât say anything before he sighs and asks, âAre you really?âÂ
âYes.â I reply, and I can see his shoulders fall. He takes a few steps closer to me and asks me, âDid you know it was a date?âÂ
âYes, I did, Iâm not an idiot.â I snap, and his shoulders tense over and his frown deepens. His stance becomes defensive and he folds his arms over his chest. He says, âBones is a dick, he just uses girls for sex, and heâs a big jerk.âÂ
âNo, heâs not-âÂ
âHeâs mean to his family and he treats his friends badly-âÂ
âNo! He doesnât, Bill.â I shout, âStop making him try to seem like a jerk just so I wonât go out with him.âÂ
He bites his lip and looks away. His chest is heaving and his jaw clenches. I take a step back and I whisper, âYou donât have a say on who I go out with, youâre not my boyfriend.âÂ
Bill eyes me for a moment, and I try to stand my ground. He sighs, before turning around and leaving in a huff. I can hear his angry footsteps even after heâs out of my line of sight.Â
***
The entire time when Iâm getting ready to go out on a date, I think of Bill. Bill always said he liked my hair up, so Iâm keeping it down. He liked me in red, so Iâm wearing blue, anything to keep him out of my head. Itâs my first ever date with a guy who might actually want to be my boyfriend instead of Bill who would kiss me and leave.Â
10.55
I walk downstairs and decide to wait the last few minutes outside the common room while I wait for Bones. Iâm just about at the end of the stairs when Charlie rushes over to me. âHi, Honey!âÂ
âOh, Hi Charlie.â I wave to him while he walks over to me. He smiles and he walks over to me, way too slowly. He reaches me and asks, âWhat are you doing dressed up so nice?âÂ
âNothing much, Charlie.â I reply, not wanting to tell the boy that things with Bill and I are what they are. He looks me up and down, and narrows his eyes at me. He asks, âAre you going out on a date?âÂ
10.57
âI uh- yeah.â I say, reluctantly. Charlies purses his lips, thinking. He looks at me, confused. He thinks out loud, âThatâs weird, Bill told me that he wasnât going to Hogsmeade today.âÂ
âIâm not going with Bill.â I say, and Charlieâs face falls and heâs looking at me with those heartbroken puppy eyes. My heart aches, and I canât stand it much longer. I rush, âIâll talk to you later, Charlie.âÂ
10.58
I look up from my watch as I make it to the door of the common room when a small little redhead steps between me and the door. Percy grins up at me, and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He holds a book out to me and he asks, âHey, honey! Could you help me with this potions chapter?âÂ
âOf course, Percy just when I head back, itâs hogsmeade weekend.â I explain and his smile falls. I wonder why I am breaking all of the young Weasleyâs hearts today. Percy asks, âWhere are you going at Hogsmeade?âÂ
âIâm not sure youâd know what Iâm talking about Percy, youâve never been there before.â I reply and look back at my watch.Â
10.59
âI still wanna know.â Percy insists, and I reply, âIâm going to this place called âthe three broomsticksâ where Iâm going to have some drinks and stuff like butterbeer.âÂ
Percy nods his head, looking intrigued. He strokes his chin like an old man deep in thought. He says, âTell me more about it.âÂ
âI would love to, Percy and I will, but I have to get going now.â I say, and he frowns, I ruffle his hair and try to soften the blow, âBut how about, when I get back, after lunch maybe, we can go to the library and Iâll tell you all about it and Iâll help you with potions.âÂ
He nodded and then quickly ran back up the stairsâŚweird. I finally open the door to the common room and I see Bones standing a few feet away from the door. He waves to people in our year as he greets them.Â
11.00Â
I look at my watch and I smile at his punctuality. He grins when he sees me and I offer a polite smile back. I walked over to him and he met me halfway. He tells me that I look pretty and I tell him the same. He loops our arms together and we walk through the castles to where the carriages are being pulled towards Hogsmeade. We talked a little most of the time but a lot at other times. We sat watching the snowfall on the ground from the window. He tells me his favourite season is spring, I tell him mine is autumn.Â
He told me how this is his first date and I told him the same. I can tell that heâs itching to ask Bill and Iâm dying for him not to. We drink butterbeer and he offers to pay. We talk about our plans and how he wants to be a healer. I tell him that Iâm not sure. He said that itâs okay. I smile at him as he tells me that he loves Potions and he does the same when I talk about Arithmancy.Â
When weâre in the carriages heading back when thereâs about an hour left till lunch, he tells me heâs had a great time and I tell him the same. He pulls his jacket around my shivering arms, and then leans forward to kiss me. I reciprocate and then he tells me that he wants to hold on to the date a little bit more.Â
We hop off the carriage and it takes us the better part of an hour to walk back to the castle ourselves. We talk for most of the time, the other half just listening to the sound of our footsteps on the snow. He trips over a branch on the ground and falls face first into the snow. His face leaves an imprint on the snow and I bend over laughing. He throws a snowball at my face, and thatâs when the snow fight begins.Â
We fall on the ground when he asks if I like Bill, and dreadidly I say yes. He assures me and tells me that heâs still happy to have known me better. We decide that if heâs ever in need of an Arithmancy tutor that he can come to me, and his door is always open when I need help with potions.Â
The date ended and it was a good first date even if it didnât end with a new romantic prospect. Lunch is almost over, so I grab a few snacks from the Great Hall before heading over to my dorm to change before meeting up with Percy in the library. Charlie stops me as soon as I enter the common room.Â
âI need your help!â Charlie exclaims and I get worried very quickly. He drags me by my hand up the staircase to the boyâs dormitories and I hope that the staircases donât turn into a slide beneath us. He leads me up and up and up the stairs till we reach the fifth year boyâs dorms. Billâs dorms. On our way there, he asks, âYou said Bill doesnât like alcohol.âÂ
âHe doesnât.â I reply and Charlie tuts before he opens the door to Billâs dorm. I smell the alcohol before I see Bill. Heâs lying on the floor, with his hand wrapped around a bottle of Firewhiskey. I hear some tiny sobs before walking over to him, falling to my knees in worry. I wave over to Charlie, motioning for him to leave while I take care of Bill.Â
Bill beams when he sees me. His hand reaches over to cup my face, and he stutters, âYouâre very very pretty, honey.âÂ
I press a tiny kiss to his forehead to soothe him, and he closes his eyes in momentary bliss and I can see the tears streaks running from under his eyes and over his cheeks. I lean to grasp the bottle of Firewhiskey from his hand, but he tightens his grip over it. He protests, âNo!âÂ
âCome on, Bill. You donât even like this thing.â I insist and pry the bottle out of his fingers. I put it away on one of his other roommates' nightstands. Bill frowns, âI know, I know, I just need it today, just todayâŚâÂ
He lets out a sob, and I push him up so he can sit upright and rub circles on his back. He leans his head on my shoulder and he holds my hand. He sighs softly and I ask, âWhy do you need it today, Bill?âÂ
âCause youâre o-on a date.â Bill says, and my heart pounds under my chest. Itâs the first time Iâve ever seen Bill like this. He rambles, âYou went out with someone else, you laughed and you went to the three broomstick, and he kissed you-âÂ
âWait, you followed me?â I ask, anger bubbling. Bill notices and he quickly lifts his head from my shoulder and looks at me, eyes wide. I still push a strand of his long hair over his eyes. He grasps my head from his face and he chokes out another sob, âI couldnât help it, I love you!âÂ
I gasp, and Bill sobs covering his face with his hands. I look away, feeling my eyes water, why couldnât he feel those emotions when sober? I blink away the tears and I pull him to my chest, and he wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight that I might fear for my ribs. I pet his head and whisper, âItâs okay, itâs okay.âÂ
âYou canât like him, I love you!â Bill repeats and I canât help but start to let a few tears slip. Bill shouldnât be spilling anymore thoughts when heâs like this, especially if they might not be true. I say, âLetâs get you to bed.âÂ
âOnly if you stay.â Bill says, and I nod my head. I help him up and he falls. He starts tripping over his feet, as I lead him to his bed, the one with the photo of his face on the nightstand beside it. I cover him with a blanket and I move away from him. He grabs a hold of my wrist. I reassure him, âIâm only going to get the trash in, just in case you decide to throw up.âÂ
He nods, and then lets go of my wrist slowly. I grab the trash bin and a glass of water, and set them both beside him. He grabs me again, and he pulls me on top of him. He smiles when he sees my face. He cups my face and rubs his thumb across my cheekbones. It felt nice, like it wasnât complicated at all. It felt the same way it did during the summer, and I covered his hand with my own. His smile dropped and he asked, âWhy did you have to go away?âÂ
âWhat are you talking about, Bill?âÂ
âYou havenât talked to me in a while.â Bill says, and I clear my throat before correcting him, âA week isnât a while.âÂ
âA few minutes not talking to you is agony enough.â Bill says, and I sigh. He looks up at me with those bright blue eyes, and his other hand goes to my back, lifting up a slight part of my shirt before settling down on my warm, bare skin. I answer, âYou told a girl that you didnât have a girlfriend.âÂ
He frowns and purses his lips, thoughts travelling throw them, slower than they would if he were sober. The pieces joining together before his lips part in astonishment. He asks, âYou want to be my girlfriend?âÂ
It takes me a moment. I didnât know at first, but the feeling of it, of having him call me his, kissing him whenever I can. I still donât think that would be enough, I want more, so much more than just that. I reply, âI want to be more than that with you Bill.âÂ
âHow?âÂ
âI donât know.âÂ
***
���Weâre just so proud of Bill for taking this step forward.â Molly gushes about Bill to me. Weâre all sitting at the dinner table just a month into the summer before our seventh and final year. The Gred and Forge, Ginny and Ron are on one side of the table. Arthur sits at the head at the table Charlie opposite to him while Molly sits next to Bill who sits next to me.Â
None of the kids care about the conversation, just eating little chicken nuggets and some fries with chocolate milkshakes, playing with each other. As Fred and George tell eachother jokes, while Ron munches on his food. Ginny just plays with her hair trying to braid tiny strands of it without looking.Â
Charlie is just rolling her eyes at how much Molly is gushing about Bill, while Bill flushes trying to get her to stop, embarrassed. Arthur is making sure that Fred and George donât set the table on fire, due to previous experiences. Molly says one thing that peaks my interest, âI mean taking an internship that could lead to a job in Egypt, obviously heâll visit a lot-âÂ
âWhat internship?â I cut Molly off asking, tense, and the table went silent. I look at Bill questioningly. Bill swallows his last bit of food before turning to look at me. Molly exclaims, âOh, Iâve said something wrong, Havenât I? Iâm sorry.âÂ
âNo, itâs alright, Molly.â I reassure her from behind Bill, while he pets his motherâs arm. Bill clears his throat and looks at me explaining, âI didnât take it, I still have to get accepted.âÂ
âIn Egypt?â I ask, frowning at the far off place, in an entirely different continent. He says softly, âYeah.âÂ
âItâs a curse breaking internship, and who knows maybe Iâll be working there around tombs and mummies and-â Bill explains, and I question, âAnd youâre just going?âÂ
âIf I get accepted-âÂ
âAnd youâre gonna leave.â I point out, and he looks around awkwardly as Ginny starts asking Arthur where Bill is going and why heâs leaving. Molly and Aurthur usher everyone out of the dinning area just leaving Bill and I there. We sit in silence, and I donât know where to even start. Donât go, stay. How could you leave? I start, âWere you going to tell me about this?âÂ
âI didnât want to tell you before I got it, wouldâve been a lot of worry for nothing.â Bill says, and I turn around my chair to face him. He does the same. Our knees touching and legs intertwined. I ask, âAnd if you get it?âÂ
I wait for his answer as he looks down at the ground and I put my hand out grabbing his hand in mine. I play with his hand with both of mine and I place it on my lap. HE stays silent and I ask, âWould you go?â
âI-I donât know, probably.â Bill says, and I feel pieces of my heart start to crack off. My hold on his hand tightens and I question, âWhat about your family? Iâm sure Molly needs a helping hand around here. Charlie and Percy need their older brother, Whoâs gonna keep Fred and George in line? Ron looks up to you, and Ginny loves you so much-âÂ
Bill cuts me off with a strong kiss on my lips while his hand encases my face. Itâs the first one in a while and I relish in it. When Bill woke up after my date, he couldnât remember anything but through a heated discussion we decided to take a few steps back. He was just my friend again. I hold his face in between my hands, and I whisper softly, âI need you to stay.âÂ
Bill places some more kisses onto my face and he hugs me tightly. I pull him closer, and think of how he could go. Go and be so far away. I ask from the crook of his neck, âHow long would this internship be?âÂ
âA year.âÂ
âThatâs not a long timeâŚâ I convince myself and him. He grabs my waist tighter and he says, âDonât worry, Iâm pretty sure that I wonât get it.âÂ
But he did.Â
***
After a year of not seeing Bill, my first year working as the new professor of Arithmancy at Hogwarts, I might as well be jumping off the walls, bursting from excitement just to see him again. We had spent our seventh year in agony waiting to see if he got the internship or not, and when he did, I spent the last of the year, holding onto him until he had to leave.Â
He didnât kiss me once that year, except when we were on the train for the last time, heading back to platform 9 ž . We stayed as we were, except I stayed true to my word. I couldnât see him as simply my friend anymore. Whenever he hugged me I wanted to savour that feeling forever. When he talked I wished I could listen to him talk forever and have those lips on mine. When he held Ginny and played with her hair, braiding it, I couldnât help but picture a future like this, with him.Â
When he came back, flew in through the Floo network from the ministry, I wasted no second in running towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck. The sounds of his siblings cheer loudly and they push me aside to hug their brother, and I chuckle at their love for him.
He flicks Fred and Georgeâs hair telling them to stop getting so tall or they might catch up to him. He tells Ginny that sheâs still as beautiful as ever, and for Ron to set up the wizarding chess board for a game later tonight. He asks Percy to get all his books ready so he can tell him an in depth description about all of them, and for Charlie to start stretching so he can beat his ass in quidditch. All the while, he shoots me looks from over their shoulders.Â
Molly kisses her son and scolds him for not writing more often, he tells her that there simply wasnât enough time, and then Molly, ushers everyone out. I stare at Bill and notice how his arms got larger and he became more chiselled (if possible), I point to the most notable difference. I point to his hair thatâs currently in a low bun, making him look so very handsome. I ask, âYou grew your hair.âÂ
âYeah, Momâs already begged me to cut it twice already.â He chuckles, and I take a few steps forwards towards him. I hug him and put my arms around his neck, and he moves his head to kiss me instead. Kissing me hard, and passionately. It takes me by surprise and I gasp, âBill, what?âÂ
I donât get a chance as his lips are back on mine, kissing me harder. I chuckle at his intent, and he wraps his arms around me. Our chests pressed against each other. I breathe him in deeply, and I realise how much I missed him. Every little thing about him too. I pull away to breathe and Bill chases after my lips. Thatâs when I realise somethingâs wrong. Heâs kissing me because he needs to, heâs holding onto me.Â
âTheyâve given me the job full time-â Bill says and I immediately frown. I start, âI-âÂ
He cuts me off with another powerful kiss and another few seconds of silence where I can hear my heartbeats in my ears due to the lack of oxygen. It felt so blissful despite the ache in my chest because of the lack of air and Billâs words. Bill starts, âThey want me to take the job and move their full time-âÂ
âBill-âÂ
âBut I wonât go, if you ask me to stay.â Bill finishes, and Iâm struck by his words. He pecks my lips once more, and Iâm left reeling with all this information. I smile, bittersweetly, âYou got your dream jobâŚâÂ
âBut itâs so far away.â I say, and he nods his head. He pulls my hands in his and he can already feel where Iâm going with this. He rants, âYou asked me what we are, and I said I donât know, I never knew, but now I do.âÂ
âYou canât turn down your dream-âÂ
âI know now, I know that I want you, and that I love you, and if you tell me to stay I will. Iâll stay, just tell me to. Tell me that youâll be mine.â Bill says and he lifts his hands to cup my face, looking at me as if I was the most precious thing in his life, but Iâm not. He says, âI never wanted to tell you because I was an idiot, an idiot who was scared that you didnât want him, an idiot who thought that he would lose you, if he told you he loved you.âÂ
I counter, âThis is your dream, Bill. Your future, what youâve always wanted-â
âNo, youâre my future and Iâm sorry that I didnât know it before, but I do know. Ask me to stay, please.â he begs, and I pull his hands down. I look at him cause this might just be one of the few times that Iâm going to see him for a long time. Iâve long had the image of his face pressed into my mind. I need to make sure that it withstands the test of time. I reason, âI-Iâm not going to make this decision for you by asking you to stay, you might regret as time goes on-âÂ
âI can never regret you.âÂ
âIâm not going to stand in the way of this opportunity for youâŚyou need to make it by yourself. And Iâve always been yoursâŚâ I trail off, and press a kiss on his lips. He looks at me dejected and helpless. I say, âNow, letâs go back in, your familyâs waiting for you.â
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Billâs heading to the ministry any second now to head to the Floo network so he can go to Egypt. His family is going with him, so they can watch him Floo away, and they asked me to come, but I couldnât because seeing his face before he goes, I might do something stupid like ask him to stay just for me, or maybe go to Egypt right with him.Â
Molly said sheâd come and see me after, they all will definitely be in need of a hug, especially Ginny whoâs not going to bear being the only one at the Burrow anymore. I prepared a lot of food for everyone to come and get while they all cope with having Bill move away. Iâm not sure Iâve copped myself, I donât think I ever will.Â
Knocks echo on my door, and I wave my wand pulling the food out on the table that Iâve arranged mishapely to gather enough chairs for the entire family. I arrange a few more things with the flick of my wand and I realise that Iâve forgotten the cups. I head over to the cupboard, and I flick my wand over to the door, making it fly open.Â
âJust let yourself in Molly, Iâm just putting down the cups!â I pull out eight cups and I hold them in my arms haphazardly, I make my way to the table and start arranging them. I put down all the cups, until thereâs two left- âIâm not Molly.âÂ
I looked over my shoulder to where Bill was standing, bags at hand. He smiles at me and I smile back. I look at the clock, and I say, âCouldnât do without a goodbye? But youâll miss your Floo time, and you have to go where youâre supposed to-âÂ
âIâm right where Iâm supposed to be.â Bill says, and my bittersweet smile drops. I look at him questioningly. He couldnât possibly mean- He answers my thoughts, âIâm not going.âÂ
He sets his bags down and I put the last two cups randomly on the table. I fiddle with my fingers anxiously. I say, âI donât want you to throw away your dream for me.âÂ
âItâs more like picking one dream over the other.â Bill says, still standing by the door. He continues, âI want to be a cursebreaker, and I still can be here in England, but I canât have the life I always wanted with you if Iâm miles away, and thatâs what I want more than anything.âÂ
Itâs the last of the confirmation that I need before heading over to him, rushing into his arms, as he finally holds me, and he whispers that he loves me. He kisses me and I forget to brace myself over how dizzy and giddy he makes me, finally as my own.
a/n: hope you liked it!
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one piece fanfiction recommendations!!
i figured i might shine light on some of my favorite fanfics from the one piece fanbase in case anyone was looking for some reading (if any author wants something taken down, please lmk!)
note: these are all on ao3 !!
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favorite luffy fic:
bring me home by citrus scented
summary: âThe sky is beautiful like this, donât you think?â. He makes a face that melts into another grin when you laugh. âYou know,â you say, âwhen itâs so clear and blue that it looks endless. I feel like I could just float up into this sky and go anywhere I want to.â âYou can already go anywhere you want to,â Luffy says. He picks at the grass, digging blunt fingertips into the cool earth. Nami will scold him later for having dirt under his fingernails. âIf thereâs somewhere you want to go, then just do it.â
luffy/reader, wc: 12.3k
cw: depression
favorite zoro fic:
the universe told me by rudimentaryflair
summary: Itâs just his luck. He doesnât even go looking for his soulmate, and he finds him anyway. (Or, snippets of a love story, as told through a series of soulmarks.)
zoro/sanji, wc: 13.5k
cw: none
favorite nami fic:
tiny tangerine speckles painted in your eyes by kermit_coded
summary: nami and all her ghosts.
nami & the strawhats, wc: 1.7k
cw: past child abuse
favorite sanji fic:
don't be weary if we're broken by blueh
summary: the Vinsmokes somehow end up on the Strawhats' ship after crashing the Big Mom's Tea Party and not everything is as right as it seems.
sanji & the strawhats, wc: 3.2k
cw: past child abuse
favorite usopp fic:Â
In like a lion, out like a lamb by hongmunmu
summary: Fall on us and hide us from the face of him who is seated on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb (Revelation 6:15-17). In the wake of what transpired at the Pirates Festival, Luffy and Usopp take a deeper look at their relationship.
usopp/luffy, wc: 12.8k
cw: none
favorite robin fic:
(my favorite fic out of these!)
when the warm air comes by bluewalk
summary: seven prompts from frobin week on tumblr
robin/franky, wc: 4k
cw: noneÂ
favorite franky fic:
i saw you and suddenly the world wasnât by WhirlyBird70
summary: Take me to sea with you! She had yelled, tears falling from her eyes but some impossible dream in her heart, and a craziness no one but a Straw Hat could match. She was a mess, bruised and tired and chained but seas âFranky had never seen a soul more brave and beautiful than hers, with such faith in miracles that were unseen and unthought of. He caught a glimpse that day, of who Nico Robin truly was.
robin/franky, wc: 1.1k
cw: none
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