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This is very self-indulgent after I just watched Pezzy playing Poppy Playtime Chapter 4. MY BOY DOEY DESERVED BETTER đđđ
Platonic fluff! Sorry if this seems so short y'all
WARNING â ď¸: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE NEW POPPY PLAYTIME CHAPTER
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Every day that passed within the walls of this hell hole facility was filled with fearâeverybody was on edge, with the smallest of sounds from the outer area of the Safe Haven sending terror throughout the toys, even you. You've seen what was out there, seen what awaits behind those gatesâwaiting...waiting for the chance that everybody's guard is down.
With a pained sigh, you push yourself up from the bedroll despite the ache that shoots throughout your chestâno use in sleeping when the growing hunger and dark memories are plaguing your thoughts. But what to do?
The Medic said you should rest, but no matter how many times you adjusted yourself or stayed still, sleep was nowhere to be found...and when you did sleep, the nightmares plagued every inch of your unconscious mindâfallen friends you could've saved, the Prototype finally getting into the Safe Haven, succumbing to the starvation...
Or worse, becoming so hungry you eat your friends.
...
No. That won't happen. Never will happen.
With a quick look outside the tent flaps, one thing you noticed was the dimmed lightsâ"nighttime" within the Safe Haven. Normally the other toys would be too anxious to go to sleep, but it seems like it was one of those rare days where everyone turned in for the night.
Though, one light seemed to have stayed on...the generator room's light, a stark contrast compared to the dim setting of the Safe Haven.
The only people who hanged out in the generator room were two peopleâPoppy, and Doey. With another quick scan of the Safe Haven, you spot Poppy and Kissy in their tent on the other side of the room, huddled close to one another. So that left one person left.
It's very usual for Doey to be in the generator room often anywayâanxiously checking if the generator had succumbed to anything bad. But never at this hour does he check.
...At least you hoped he didn't.
The amount of pressure Doey had been under for the last few days has left you more worried for him than ever. You tried to help shoulder the weight of all the responsibilities that weighed him down but he was stubbornâbelieving it being a burden that no one else should carry but him, the person who everyone looks up to.
Though the more responsibilities that pile up on his plate, the more he likely he'll drown in the stress and worrying of everyone's safety.
That's Doey for you, always worrying and caring for others before himself.
Well, might as well find out what he's up to.
Climbing out your tent, taking a quick moment to breath when the pain in your chest flared, you quietly made your way over to the lit room. At the doorway, you could hear the distinct mumbling of Doey and the sound of the generator door hinge softly closing shut. It seems he was checking on the generator, but why at this time?
"Doey?" He jumps at the sound of your voice, turning around in surprise to see who else was up at this time. He looks absolutely exhausted âyou didn't even know the doughman could even have eyebags. Just how long has it been since he's last slept?
"Y/n! What are you doing up? You should be resting!" He frets in concern, fully turning away from the generator and towards you to check you over for any injuries. Always worrying for others, typical Doey. "Especially since that recent scouting mission of yours." He adds, doughy hands on his hips as he gave you a look of disappointment and anxiousness.
The mention of what you gained while scouting gave a dull pulse along the skin of your chest, but you ignored it in favor of what was happening now. You quirked an eyebrow at him, "You're worried about me? Doey, you of all people should be asleep right now." Hell, his eyes are barely open! They look like they are several seconds away from closing shut.
"I'm fine."
"We both know that's full ofâ"
"Language!"
"Sorry, sorryâit's just," You struggle to find the certain words to describe what you are trying to say, the both of you had this argument conversation several times before! And everytime he brushes it off as if his well-being doesn't matter, "-I just hate seeing you like this. I-I know you wanna make sure the others are okay and I understand that! But you're also ignoring your own needs!"
You gesture to his face, "Hell! When was the last time you got proper rest?" He opens his mouth to respond, but flatters, mulling over the question in his mind.
"I'm...not sure." He hesitantly responds, looking back towards the generator with slight confusion. How much time did he spend checking the generator?
"Then let's get you to bed, big guy." Placing a hand on his arm, you attempted to gently coax him out the room and into the direction of his unused tent, "Can't think if you're too tired to come up with a single coherent thought." You jest lightly.
Doey's face is unreadableâwas he going to interject again? But he merely gave a heavy sigh, exhaustion clearly seen in his expression and body. "Maybe you're right.." Yes! Finally you got through to him and that thick doughy head of his!
"Let's get you to bed, big guy."
He merely mumbles, eyes slipping shut before rapidly blinking open, following your led as his foot steps fill the haven with the soft sound of thuds.
"Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"..do you mind staying with me?"
"Don't mind at all, Doey."
"Thank you."
"Always happy to help, Doey."
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I feel so guilty for immersing myself in calming things NDOEPWMSSM
#dora daily#ughhh I barely ate a thing today#my half eaten breakfast and my uneaten lunch#I just donât know anymore#this exam season is so tame compared to how I usually am because I just completely wore myself thing#thin*#but itâs still so horrible I canât sleep at all I just sleep five hours or maybe four idk and I keep waking up in the middle of the night#AAAAH#and I donât eat and I literally look like a corpse#my mum says I look like a corpse a lot but I donât think so but now even I think so#my room is usually dark so I look fine but when I open the lights i get jump scared#Iâm in a horrifying state LOL
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Knight of My Heart
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader
Summary: After one too many drinks, a protective Max arrives right when you need him most.
1.7k words / Masterlist
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It was nearly 2am when Maxâs phone buzzed on his nightstand, dragging him from the edges of sleep. The faint light from his screen illuminated the dark room, and he reached for it with a groggy hand, squinting at the text that appeared.
âSheâs drunk. Like realllly drunk. Can you come get her?â
Max sat up, his heart already sinking. The message was from one of your friends, someone whose name he only half-remembered from the countless times theyâd insisted theyâd âwatch out for you.â Max knew better by now. He sighed, ranking a hand through his messy hair, before throwing the blanket off and quickly pulling on a hoodie and jeans.
The drive to the club was quiet, but Maxâs mind wasnât. He hated these nights. It wasnât just the thought of you being drunk and vulnerable; it was the idea that you were so carefree and beautiful, and people always noticed. Too many times Max had seen guys try to get too close, their smiles too slick and intentions too obvious.
When he finally pulled up outside the club he saw you almost immediately. His grip on the steering wheel tightened.
You were leaning against a lamp post near the curb swaying slightly in your heels, a dazed smile on your face as a man hovered beside you. Maxâs chest tightened at the sight. The guy was too close, his body angled toward yours as he spoke animatedly, gesturing with his hands. You laughed softly at whatever he said, your voice carrying over the low thrum of the music spilling from the clubâs entrance.
Max killed the engine and climbed out, his jaw set. His strides were purposeful, closing the distance between you in seconds.
âMaxie!â you squealed the moment you spotted him, your arms flinging open in delight.
âYouâre here!â you exclaimed, throwing your arms around his torso and nearly toppling yourself over in the process.
The guy looked over at Max, not at all intimidated, but Max didnât care. His jaw tightened, his fists clenching by his sides as he stepped closer.
âYou good?â Max asks you, his voice a little rougher than usual.
The man gave Max a once-over, clearly sizing him up. âShe seems fine to me,â he said, his tone too casual for Maxâs liking.
Maxâs eyes narrow, the jealousy coursing through him now unmistakable. He took a step closer to you, brushing his hand lightly against your shoulder. âOh because you know her so well, right?â he asked the guy, voice clipped.
With a taunting smirk, the guy raised his hands in mock surrender. âShe was just telling me about her night. She looked like she needed some company.â
Max wasnât having it, he stands tall, his body blocking your view of the man now. âRight, I donât think you understand,â Max replied dryly, placing a firm hand on your waist. âIâm her boyfriend, she's mine. Thanks for your concern, but Iâll take it from here.â
The manâs lips twitched, as though he wanted to argue, but something in Maxâs gaze seemed to convince him otherwise. With a tight nod, he muttered a quick, âWhatever man,â and walked off into the crowd.
As the guy disappeared, Maxâs frustration didnât completely fade, but he focused right back on you. Guiding you towards his car, hand never leaving your side. You leaned into him, your cheek resting against his shoulder the alcohol making your limbs feel heavy.
You looked up at him, your face slightly flushed, your eyes half-lidded. âYou okay?â you asked quietly.
Maxâs lips press together tightly, trying to ignore the flare of jealousy still lingering. âIâm fine,â he said, even though heâs anything but. "Just... I want you to be safe, alright?"
You nod, though your head wobbles slightly. "I know... just wanted to have fun."
Max exhaled slowly, his tension only easing slightly as he turned to you. You were beaming up at him, clearly oblivious to the small confrontation that had just unfolded.
âI get it,â he said softly, his hand steadying you at your waist. âBut where are your friends?â
âTheyâre inside,â you mumbled, waving a hand vaguely toward the club entrance. âOr somewhere. I donât know. I came out to get some air.â
Max sighed, scanning the area for any sign of your group. Just then a few of your friends emerged from the club giggling.
âMax!â One of them called her tone far too cheery. âSheâs all yours.â
Maxâs brows furrowed, his frustration bubbling over. âWhy did you let her get this drunk?â he snapped. âAnything couldâve happened to her out here!â
Your friend blinked, her smile faltering. âSheâs a big girl Max. Besides, we knew youâd come.â
âThatâs not the point,â Max said, his voice sharp. "You shouldâve made sure she was safe.â
Your friends exchanged glances mumbling something, he exhaled heavily running a hand through his hair. âLook, Iâm glad you've all had fun, but next time just⌠watch out for her yeah? Sheâs very important to me.â He gazed down at you.
Your friends exchanged glances, some looking sheepish, others visibly annoyed at his tone.
âWe had it under control, Max,â one of your friends said, her tone defensive. âWe werenât going to babysit her all night.â
Maxâs jaw clenched. âBeing there for your friend isnât babysitting, itâs just what you do.â
Another friend, the quieter one of the group spoke up âOkay Max. Weâll keep a better eye on her next time, promise.â
âThank you,â he said simply, looking back down at you. Your eyes were half-closed, a lazy smile on your lips as you mumbled something unintelligible against his chest.
Max shook his head, a mix of exasperation and fondness crossing his face. âAlright,â he said to the group, his tone a little lighter now. âIâm taking her home. Get back safely.â
âWe will,â the quieter friend said, giving him a small, apologetic smile.
Max turned to you with a sigh of relief. âLetâs get you home.â
Max guided you to the car, his hand never leaving your waist. You leaned into him heavily, giggling at every little thingâthe way his hand steadied you, the low muttering under his breath, even the way he opened the car door for you like you were royalty.
âYouâre so nice to me, Maxie,â you said, settling into the passenger seat with a content sigh.
âIâm always nice to you,â he replied, pulling the seatbelt across your body and clicking it into place.
âYou are,â you agreed, your voice soft and dreamy. âYouâre my favourite person, you know that?â
Max froze for a moment, sure his heart skipped a beat, before he shook his head and closed your door.
The drive home was quiet, save for your occasional hums and mumbled comments about the pretty city lights. Max glanced at you every so often, his hand gripping your thigh, your eyes fluttering shut for brief moments.
When he finally pulled into his apartmentâs parking garage you stirred, blinking sleepily. Inside you clung to him like a lifeline, your arms looped around his neck as he guided you to the bathroom.
âYouâre so tall,â you murmured, your head resting against his chest. âLike a tree. A strong, handsome tree.â
Max chuckled despite himself, shaking his head as he set you down on the bathroom counter. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âBut you like me anyway,â you said, your grin lazy and smug.
He didnât respond, instead reaching for a makeup remover wipe from the cabinet. You watched him curiously as he carefully cupped your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked.
âTaking your makeup off,â he said simply.
You stared at him, your expression unreadable, as he carefully wiped at your face. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and he avoided your eyes, focusing instead on the task at hand.
"You take such good care of me." You whispered, reaching up to touch his hand. âYou donât have to, you know?â
âI know,â he said with a slight frown, his eyes finally meeting yours. âBut I want to. You deserve it.â
âCome on, letâs get you to bed.â Max carried you to the bedroom, letting you climb him like a koala as you giggled into his shoulder. He set you down gently, pulling the covers over you before crouching beside the bed. You blinked at him sleepily, a small smile tugging at your lips.
âYouâre like a knight,â you mumbled, your voice thick with drowsiness. âMy very own knight in shining armour.â
Max chuckled, shaking his head. âA very tired knight,â he replied, brushing a stray hair from your face. âBut youâre going to hate me in the morning if I let you go to sleep without water and something for your hangover.â
âI donât hate you,â you slurred, blinking up at him with glassy eyes. âI could never hate you.â
His chest tightened at the sincerity in your tone, âStay awake for just a few more minutes okay? Iâll be right back.â
You made a soft noise of protest as he stood, but you didnât try to stop him. Max moved quietly through the apartment, grabbing a glass from the kitchen and filling it with cold water. From the bathroom he grabbed a pack of paracetamol, the domesticity of the routine bringing a faint smile to his lips.
When he returned you were still half-propped against the pillows, your eyes fluttering open at the sound of his footsteps.
âHere,â Max said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He handed you the glass and pressed two pills into your palm. âTake these and drink some water. Trust me, youâll thank me in the morning.â
You squinted at the pills like theyâd personally offended you. âDo I have to?â
âYes,â Max replied firmly, his lips quirking upward. âNo arguments.â
âBossy,â you muttered, but you popped the pills into your mouth and swallowed them with some water. âHappy now?â
âVery.â
You handed the glass back to him, and he set it on the nightstand before leaning forward to pull the blankets higher around you.
âIâm so lucky youâre my Maxie,â you sighed.
âSleep,â he said softly, stroking your cheek.
âStay,â you murmured, your eyes already half-closed.
Max hesitated, his heart twisting with adoration, before nodding. âIâll be right here.â
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Mirror, Mirror
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
Summary: When Benedict's wife tries on his clothes, things happen...
Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, cross-dressing, clothing kink, light biting, breast play, a smidge of intercrural sex, very mild exhibitionism, mirror sex, vaginal sex.
Word Count: 2.2k
Authors Note: Request fill for @d-caryophyllus (HERE) about Benedict being aroused by his wife dressing up in his clothing. I hope this fits what you were hoping for, my dear. Thanks as ever to @colettebronte for the beta read. Yes, the title is a nod to Season 3, lol. Err, enjoy! <3
Itâs early in the morning on a mundane Thursday when a somewhat daring idea forms in your mind.Â
Fresh out of your morning bath, you dismiss your maid quietly when usually she would assist you with dressing for the day. As the double doors click closed discreetly behind her, you glance through the open archway into your bedroom; heavy curtains still drawn there, obscuring the sunlight. In the darkness, you can just decipher the outline of your husband sleeping soundly after a late night of carousing with his brothers.
With a little secret smile, you decide that, yes, now is the perfect time. He is asleep, and you have a few hours to spare until your first social engagement - a ladies' luncheon - so why not use the time to satisfy your curiosity?
You stride to your husband's side of the dressing room, opening his wardrobe doors and running your fingers over the items withinâa symphony of wools, silks and cotton, all luxurious to the touch. While he is arguably one of the more flamboyantly dressed men of the Ton, with eye-catching jewel-toned waistcoats and colourful cravats, the basics of his outfit are mostly the same every time: dark trousers and a white shirt. A large part of you is envious of that easier choice. Sometimes, it feels like a veritable minefield being a woman during the social season, the looming threat of an unintended fashion faux pas simply by wearing the wrong colour to the wrong event.
Upon a chair, you spy the outfit he discarded when he came home in the early hours, not yet tidied away by your staff. You decide this shall be your choice, a frisson that they are already worn.
Dropping your bathrobe from your shoulders, you grab the pair of his trousers and pull them on. The finely woven wool feels plush on your skin, and there is an undeniable novelty in having fabric between your thighs. They are, however, almost comically long for you, and you have to bend to roll them up a few times around your ankles. Bemused, you briefly catch sight of your reflection in the full-length dressing room mirror, topless in oversized trousers.Â
You snatch his white shirt and pull it on, pausing to tug the ruffled lapels up to your face and inhale deeply, enjoying the flood of scent there. His woodsy citrus cologne, yes, but also that undercurrent that is all him. That tang you cannot help but bury your face into, be it upon his pillow when he is away or his body while you cling to him, moving together in ecstasy.Â
You fasten a few buttons, then tuck the shirt into the trousers and loop the braces hanging loose around your hips up onto your shoulders, once again inspecting your reflection in the mirror with a wry smile, twisting this way and that, admiring how different you look dressed in his clothing.
âWife, what are you doing?âÂ
You almost jump out of your skin as that velvet tone, slightly roughened by sleep, calls out from across the room. You twist to see Benedict leaning casually upon the archway into the dressing room, shooting you a look that is pure menacing intrigue while looking like sin himselfâall riotous bedhead, and, as your eyes slip further down, gloriously naked. It makes you swallow hard.
âI⌠I was trying on your clothes,â you stumble sheepishly, a blush creeping over your cheeks being caught doing something perhaps rather bizarre.Â
âAny reason?â he queries, bemused, that crooked smile claiming his features.
âThey just seem so much more practical and comfortableâespecially trousers. I would like to wear such thingsâŚâ you confess, turning back to the mirror to appraise your appearance again, watching him prowl towards you in the reflection. âAre⌠are you vexed with me, husband? For taking such liberties?â Your words petering out, mildly abashed.
A large, warm hand wraps around your shoulder, yanking you back almost roughly, making you gasp as your shoulder blades collide with his chest.
âThe precise opposite,â he rumbles, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror, a sudden burning intensity that makes your lungs feel tight.Â
Long fingers spider down his brocade brace, draped down your chest, lingering where the strap rests over your nipple, swiping his thumb in a deliberate tease, his face triumphant as you swoon back into him from just this simple touch.Â
âMy clothes look much better upon you than me,â he opines duskily, his lips tracing your temple as his fingertips push the brace aside to capture your nipple through the thin cotton shirt, making you inhale sharply. âPerhaps we should attend a party with you dressed like this?â
âThat would be a scandal!âÂ
There is a vault in your stomach at the idea of attending a social event dressed in his clothes, even as you melt under his questing touch.
âNot in the more⌠bohemian⌠circles that I know ofâŚâ he contends; his breath is a warm gust in your ear as his other hand does the same, fondling both nipples now.
He waits until you meet his gaze in the mirror again, then lowers his lips to your neck and bites gently. His incisors a faint scrape, immediately soothed by a wide, wet lathe of his tongue. A little crest of victory as something sizeable stirs against the cleft of your bottom.Â
âIf I were dressed as you, then what would you wear, husband?âÂ
âWhatever you would like, my darling,â he offers between soft, damp kisses, a tingle running up your neck from his lips to the top of your scalp. âI could wear your clothing should you wish it. Or perhaps just your corset and underwear?â He nuzzles into you, taking a deep breath. âOur little secretâŚâ
Something about his tone, the images he concocts, makes your blood run warm, your hand reaching up and diving into his luscious hair, tugging gently upon his roots so again he feels compelled to use his teeth, a groan bubbling up from within as he does. With a flick of his wrists, the braces fall from your shoulders, and he cups your breasts through his thin cotton shirt. It makes you sigh his name, asking for more, arousal coursing thickly through your veinsâa yen to be taken right away.Â
âThe thought arouses you, does it not?â he correctly surmises, trailing his touch down over the shirt, brushing your ribs and belly to the fastening on the trousers, making short work of the buttons.
You nod demurely, biting your lip as you watch his dextrous hands in the mirror, his arms encircling you; it is almost as if he is removing them from himself. The air feels heady as he pushes the loosened fabric from around your frame, and it hits the rug with an audible thump.
Standing before him in just his ruffled white shirt with only a few buttons fastened, you feel his weighted stare in the mirror, lingering on the patch of hair at the apex of your thighs peeking out between the shirt sides.
âI shall prefer you keep this onâŚâ he asserts, popping open a button over your chest so the fabric opens enough for him to slide a hand inside, tweaking your nipple and pulling you back into his frame, rutting his now solid cock against your bottom.
You turn your head to press your lips to his, imploring for more of his touch in a fervent whisper before seeking a kiss. His mouth is hot on yours, rolling his tongue with yours, endless caresses of your breasts as you burn so hot you rub your thighs together in delicious anticipation of more, already more than ready for him, your clit pulsing with each tease of his tongue.
âHere?â
You know what he is askingâif you wish to have sex right where you stand, in front of your dressing mirror, his shirt loose around your body, him naked behind you.
âYes. Yes pleaseâŚâ you murmur into his mouth, rolling your body against him, telegraphing unmistakable need.
âThe window is open,â he points out with a smirk, nodding towards a high window that allows in light to the dressing room but affords you not to be seen; it is open this morning to let in the summer breeze. âWhat if we are heard?â
âI care not,â you confess, exhaling jaggedly, knowing he likes you in this state, desperate and debauched, uncaring if you may be overheard in your pursuit of pleasure.Â
Rubbing yourself upon him akin to a feline in heat, moving so his cock passes teasingly between your thighs now as you writhe. He groans and tells you not to stop, hissing his approval. So you squeeze your legs together tightly, allowing him to rut between them, the pass of his cock glancing maddeningly over your engorged clit.
His touch becomes heavier, hands mapping your body as his hips surge, and you see the red, weeping tip of his cock emerging and disappearing in the mirror, an intoxicating sight. You moan lightly with every pass, a tantalising swipe, not enough to bring you real pleasure, just notching your want higher.
He finally takes pity upon you, angling his hips differently and driving into you; you, moaning at the invasion so deep and encompassing, rocked up onto your tiptoes. Every time he has entered your body, it's always the same: a force that steals your breath and makes your eyes roll. His hands are a firm grip around your waist as he withdraws slowly back, then surges in again, capturing your earlobe in his teeth as he does.
As your eyes meet in the mirror, you idly wonder how many other wives are watching themselves being fucked by a handsome husband like this; a bright weekday morning, birdsong wafting in on the scented breeze, body wrapped only in his shirt. You suspect none are quite so lucky.
You moan his name and arch back against him, wrapping your hands around his neck and watching yourself being taken, relying on him to keep your stance steady as he starts to fuck into you in earnest, large hands sliding up to cup your breasts, engulfing them in his warm palms.
Unable to stop the noises you make, each pass hitting all the spots inside that make your toes curl into the thick pile of the rug beneath your feet, your pussy clenching around his invasion, making him growl and move faster, taking you harsher, an onslaught that is as pleasurable as it is powerful.
His mouth is a breathy litany of praise into your cheekbone, your eyes fluttering closed to focus on the carnal moment - the sweat, the skin, the ragged breaths, the meeting of your bodies so primal and glorious, but he has other ideas.
âLook at yourself,â he purrs dulcetly, your eyes reopening to do as he asks, to watch this unrestrained moment of passion, to see the little marks blooming on your body from where his fingers dig into your flesh as he pounds into you now, a flourish of colour on your neck from his thorough attention.
You plead for more throatily, pushing back as best you can against his thrusts, wanting him to make you scream, uncaring of any audience inside or outside your townhouse, only craving the sweet, blissful release he always provides.
Abruptly, he wrenches open the shirt you wear, one button pinging forward and tinking against the mirror before skittering across the floor, your naked body framed by his crisp white shirt, the ruffled lapels tickling the sides of your breasts, catching sight of his handsome face in the mirror contorted in a passionate tempest.
Then one hand slides down your front, you feeling it rippling in your belly and seeing it in your reflection before you until those fingers slide between your legs and hook over your clit with a force that steals the air from your lungs, a sharp stab of pleasure that makes your knees buckle, him pausing in his motions briefly to brace your weight, keep you upright.
Then it is a blur as he restarts his motion, his fingers dance on your swollen pearl, slipping silkily over his touch as he grunts encouragements. It feels like you are circling for so long, so close to something mind-blowing, but then he flicks harshly with his fingernail and bites your neck, and you are hurtling. Everything is loud and quiet at once, no doubt your voice calling his name as you tumble over the edge, clenching hard around him as your whole body shatters and rebuilds in a blissful puzzle. Dimly, as you float, you feel his entire body tense, and with a roar, he follows you over, a warmth blooming inside you as he reaches completion.Â
There are a few moments of panted breaths as you both recover from the intensity before he spins you around and sweeps you into his arms, carrying you back to bed. There, he lays you down gently and proceeds to turn you into a molten, quivering pile, mapping your body with his lips and fingers until you are begging for him again, which he more than obliges. So much so you are almost late for your social engagement.
If there are a few derogatory looks as you swan into the ladies' luncheon with a blissful smile and a burgeoning mark on your neck from your husband's amorous intentions, well, so be it. You wouldn't change it for the world.
And it is also most definitely not the last time you dress up in his clothesâŚ
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HER SUN, HIS MOON | kang dae-ho.
pairing: kang dae-ho (player 388) x reader
summary: opposites attract, they say, but absolutely no one could prepare you for the impact dae-ho would have in your life. requested here.
warning: pre squid game au, grumpy x sunshine dynamics, reader has personality similar to sae-byeok's, kinda colleagues to friends to lovers, heart-melting dae-ho being utterly smitten and protective, mention of fighting and blood, prepare for banter and love that feels like the perfect balance, and please enjoy âĽď¸
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Dae-ho and you were written in the stars. Not in words, but through a bond that neither time nor reason could break. As if the universe itself had signed a soul contract on your behalf, interlinking the two of you forever, one bright as the sun, the other dark as the night. Because you could think of no other explanation for how you and Dae-ho had found your way to each other.
For he and you were opposites in every conceivable way. He was golden hours spent laughing, and you were the quiet serenity of midnight. He was the light on a summer day, you were the shadow on a winter night. He was a golden retriever, bounding through life with enthusiasm and a need to love and be loved, while you were the black cat, aloof and deliberate, your affection hard-earned and fiercely given. He was the proverbial sunshine boyfriend, and you? The grumpy girlfriend, even if you'd never admit it aloud.
You still remembered the early days before you were together. Back then, you had avoided entanglements, thinking emotions were too unpredictable, too messy. Dae-ho, on the other hand, had been nothing but heart, an open book that practically had shouted his feelings with every glance, every action. Easygoing. Flirty. Compassionate. Gentle. Funny. Supportive. That's how he'd always been. You had worked at the same bookstore cafĂŠ as part-timers, making money on the side while studying at uni, and he had been the kind of coworker who brought in homemade snacks to share, who remembered the regulars' orders, who lit up every corner of the room just by being there
And you? You had preferred the quiet. You'd worked the closing shift to avoid the chaos, stocked the shelves in peace, and only spoke when absolutely necessary. Yet somehow, Dae-ho had decided you were his favorite person in the room.
Work had been slow that day, the kind of lazy afternoon where time seemed to drag. You had been in the back, sorting through new stock, when Dae-ho had appeared like a whirlwind of energy. As usual, he had brought his sunshine into the room, whistling a tune as he had sauntered over to where you had been crouched on the floor.
"Need a hand?" he asked, grinning as he leaned casually against the shelf. His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischievous glint that always made you wary.
"No," you said simply, focusing on the stack of books in front of you. "I'm fine."
"That's debatable," he replied, crouching down next to you. "You've been glaring at those books like they owe you money. Which, knowing you, isn't completely impossible."
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "They're disorganized. It's irritating."
"I think you mean it's irresistible," he corrected, emphasizing the word as he tilted his head to get a better look at your face. "Because you're clearly putting all your energy into ignoring the most charming guy in the room."
You'd turned to him then, giving him a flat look. "Charming? You?"
His hand went to his chest, mock offense lighting up his features. "Ouch. That hurts. Right here." He tapped his heart, then flashed you an exaggerated pout. "You wound me."
"Good," you shot back, turning back to the books. "Maybe it'll teach you some humility."
He let out a soft laugh, his voice dipping lower. "Nah, I think I'll keep my ego intact, thanks. It's my best feature. Or⌠is it my smile? You've been staring at it a lot lately, so maybe I should ask you."
Your fingers froze on the book in your hand, and you felt heat creep up your neck. Damn him. He always knew exactly how to get under your skin, and worse, he lived for it.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you said smoothly, though your face betrayed you with the faintest hint of pink in your cheeks.
"Oh, come on," he teased, leaning in closer. "Don't play coy with me. I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention."
You turned to glare at him, which only made him grin wider. "You're imagining things."
"Am I?" His voice was soft now, his gaze steady as he inched just a bit closer. "Because I'd bet my entire paycheck that you're thinking about how good I'd look kissing you right now."
You blinked, your heart skipping a beat at his boldness. But you weren't going to give him the satisfaction. "That's a terrible bet," you deadpanned with your best pokerface, setting the book aside. "You don't even make that much."
His laughter echoed in the small space, rich and full of delight. "See? That's exactly why you're my favorite."
"You're annoying," you retorted, standing up and dusting off your jeans.
"And yet, you keep me around." He stood as well, towering over you slightly. His boyish grin softened into something more genuine, his eyes lingering on yours. "Admit it, you'd miss me if I wasn't here."
You had rolled your eyes, "You wish."
"I do," he remarked, "And you love it," he winked at you before strolling off, whistling that same tune as before.
And damn it, you did love it.
No one understood it back then. This thing you two had. They still didn't understand. How could someone so effervescent, so outwardly bright, have chosen someone so reserved, so calculated? How could two people so different orbit each other with such ease? But honestly, they didn't need to understand. It was him and you that counted. Two sides of the same coin, perfectly balanced in your differences, inseparable in ways that defied explanation.Â
And so, it began, this undefined connection between you. Gradually, you found yourselves spending more and more time together. Dinners after work became a casual routine, and weekends often led to shared nights out at bars.
On one particular Saturday night, the bar you went to was packed; the air buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of a jukebox in the corner. It was one of those rare nights where you let yourself relax, even though relaxing wasn't exactly your forte. Of course, it helped that Dae-ho was there, his larger-than-life presence somehow managing to make you forget how crowded and loud the place was.
You were sitting at the bar, nursing a drink, while Dae-ho leaned against the counter beside you, a mischievous grin perpetually plastered on his face. He was in rare form all evening, tossing out jokes and one-liners, testing just how far he could push your usual stoic demeanor.
"Come on," he teased, nudging your arm gently. "I know, you're having fun. You're smiling. At least on the inside."
You shot him a sidelong glance, unimpressed. "I don't smile."
"Not true," he countered, wagging a finger at you. "You smiled that one time when I tripped on the stairs."
"That wasn't a smile," you clarified with absolutely no emotion in your face, "That was schadenfreude."
"Call it whatever you want," he replied with a wink. "It still counts."
Your lips twitched slightly at that, betraying a flicker of amusement you tried to hide. Of course, Dae-ho noticed instantly, pointing at you triumphantly.
"Aww, I'm growing on you."
"Like mold," you muttered, taking another sip of your drink to mask your expression.
Undeterred, he leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial tone. "You know, I've been told I have a certain⌠effect on people. Charm, charisma, devastating good looks, take your pick."
"Is that what your sisters told you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
His grin widened. "Ah, there's the sharp tongue I love. Keep it coming, baby."
"Stop calling me that," you grumbled, even as your stomach flipped at the nickname.
As the evening went on, the two of you fell into a rhythm of teasing and banter, your words volleying back and forth like it was second nature. The bustling crowd and occasional jostle of bodies around you became background noise as your attention fixated on each other. What you did notice, however, was how close he's got. His shoulder brushed yours, his warm breath tickling your ear as he spoke in that low, teasing tone.
"So," he said casually, his eyes gleaming with mischief, "how long are you going to keep pretending you don't like me?"
You snorted, leaning back slightly in an attempt to create some distance, not that it helped. "What makes you think I like you?"
"Your complete inability to look me in the eye when I do this," he explained, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture had been so smooth, so effortlessly intimate, it left you momentarily speechless.
"Is your ego always this big, or is it just me?" you managed to ask, though your voice had sounded weaker than you intended.
"Just you," he replied, his grin softening into something more genuine. "You bring out the best in me, moonbeam."
Before you could formulate a snappy retort, a commotion erupted behind you. Raised voices and curses cut through the background noise, drawing your attention to a group of men arguing near a table. One of them shoved another, and you instinctively tensed.
"Dae-ho," you hissed, elbowing him. "Something's happening."
"Huh?" He blinked, finally tearing his gaze away from you to glance in the direction of the chaos. "Oh. Looks like a fight."
"Yeah, thanks, Sherlock," you muttered, standing up as the tension escalated. One of the men pulled out a knife, waving it threateningly.
"Let's just get out of here," you grabbed Dae-ho's arm. But before you could pull him away, the fight spilled dangerously close to the bar.
Everything that happened next was a blur. The man with the knife lunged forward, clearly aiming for his opponent, but the latter ducked, and somehow, Dae-ho, who inexplicably stepped forward, took the hit instead.
"Shit!" you yelled, catching him as he stumbled back. The knife had grazed his side, leaving a shallow but nasty wound. Blood seeped through his shirt, and panic had gripped you.
"Dae-ho!" you exclaimed, your hands gripping his shoulders. "What the hell were you thinking?"
He winced, a crooked grin tugging at his lips despite the pain. "Guess I wasn't."
"No kidding," you snapped, grabbing a napkin from the bar to press against his wound. "Who gets stabbed because they're too busy flirting?"
"Is that⌠your way of admitting I'm hard to resist?" he asked, his voice strained but still tinged with humor.
You glared at him, though your heart was racing for entirely different reasons. "Shut up and sit down. You're bleeding."
"I've had worse," he said, but he sank obediently into a nearby chair, his hand covering yours as you applied pressure to his wound. "Besides, I couldn't let anything happen to you."
"I was fine," you muttered through gritted teeth. "You're the one who almost got killed because you can't stop playing knight in shining armor."
"Be honest," he said with a weak chuckle. "You'd really miss me if I wasn't around."
You froze at his words, remembering the last time, he's said them, your breath hitching. But this time, the thought of losing him, wasn't so far away. Momentarily, the noise of the bar faded, replaced by the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
"Don't be stupid," you said softly.
"I knew it! I do have an effect on you," he grinned triumphantly, "I'll take my victory now, thanks."Â
You rolled your eyes, but the faint tremble in your hands gave you away. "Just⌠try not to die, okay?"
His grin widened, despite the pain etched across his face. "If it means seeing you worried about me? Worth it."
As much as you wanted to deny it back then, he hadn't been wrong. You would miss him. And that had terrified you more than any knife ever could.
Your relationship had always been a slow burn, like embers catching fire after months of waiting for the perfect conditions. On that rainy Saturday night, after the chaos at the bar, you found yourself driving Dae-ho to the hospital, his side patched up with hastily wrapped gauze that barely held back the bleeding. He sat in the passenger seat, uncharacteristically quiet, his usual energy dampened by the pain and the rain drumming on the windshield.
"You didn't have to do this," he muttered after a while, his head leaning back against the seat.
"Of course I did," you replied without looking at him, your knuckles tight around the steering wheel. "I wasn't going to let you bleed out in some alley."
He chuckled faintly, the sound tinged with both amusement and exhaustion. "You've got a funny way of showing you care."
You ignored him, keeping your focus on the road, though your heart clenched at the way his voice sounded weaker than usual.
At the hospital, you stayed with him through the stitches, arms crossed over your chest as he cracked half-hearted jokes to distract himself from the needle. When the nurse asked if you were his girlfriend, you didn't bother to deny it, instead rolling your eyes and muttering, "Just patch him up, will you?"
By the time you were finally helping him to his apartment, the rain had turned into a steady downpour. He leaned on you as you guided him up the stairs, his weight a reminder of how fragile this moment felt despite the humor he tried to inject into it.
As you reached the cover of his apartment's awning, you let out a breath, finally releasing your grip on his arm. The warm glow of the entryway light cast over the two of you, highlighting the faint smirk tugging at his lips despite everything.
"I've got to say," he began, leaning heavily against the doorframe, "I think this is the longest you've ever willingly spent with me. Kind of feels like progress."
You shot him a look, but there was no real heat behind it. "You're an idiot," you said, shaking your head. "Why do you always make everything a joke?"
"Because someone's gotta balance us out," he quipped, though his grin faltered as he studied your face. "You're always so serious, moonbeam."
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the sound of rain filling the silence. He tilted his head slightly, as if debating whether to push further. Then, in a softer tone, he said, "Why do you act like you don't care when I know you do?"
His question caught you off guard, the vulnerability in his voice digging into the walls you'd carefully built around yourself. You looked away, the words forming in your throat before you could stop them. "Because caring about people⌠it hurts. And I've had enough of that."
Silence stretched between you again, heavier this time. When you finally looked at him, the teasing glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by something deeper, something that made your chest tighten.
"You don't have to be scared of me," he said quietly. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I don't get it," you mumbled, more to yourself than to him.
"Don't get what?"
"You. Why you're always so nice to me."
He tilted his head as he studied you through the rain. "Because you're worth it," he said simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, his voice soft but certain. "And because I like you."
The words caught you off guard, your heart skipping a beat. You could only stare at him, the rain a gentle soundtrack to the weight of his confession.
"Say something, moonbeam," he teased, his grin crooked but genuine.
The rawness of his words, the way he had said them like a promise, made something inside you snap. Before you could second-guess yourself, you stepped closer, your hands reaching for his collar. You kissed him, tentative at first, your lips brushing against his like you were testing the waters. He froze, clearly surprised, but only for a short moment. Then his hands were on your waist, steadying you as he kissed you back with a tenderness that belied his usual boldness.
The warmth of his lips, the faint taste of blood and rain, made your head spin. It wasn't rushed or frantic, it was slow, deliberate, like he didn't want to miss a single second of it. When you pulled back, his eyes searched yours, his expression soft but unreadable.
"That's a good start," he murmured, his fingers brushing a raindrop from your cheek.
And that was the night everything shifted.
Even now, years later, as you sat curled up on the couch in one of his oversized hoodies, that kiss lingered in your memory, replaying in these quiet moments like a favorite song. You hadn't realized it then, but that kiss had marked the beginning of a life you'd never imagined for yourself, a life with him. You were lazily scrolling through your phone, as the smell of coffee wafted from the kitchen, a comforting scent that told you Dae-ho was busy doing something, blending with the faint hum of his voice as he moved about.
You smiled to yourself, tracing the worn fabric of the hoodie with your fingertips.
"Babe," his voice called from the kitchen, teasing and light, pulling you from your thoughts, "if I bring you coffee in bed, does that make me husband material, or is it too early for that kind of promotion?"
You snorted, setting your phone down as you stretched. "You've gotta stop campaigning so hard, Dae-ho. It's getting desperate."
He appeared in the doorway, holding two mugs of steaming coffee and wearing the kind of grin that made your stomach flip. "Desperate? Honey, this is a demonstration of premium boyfriend services." He crossed the room, setting the mugs on the coffee table before flopping down next to you.
"Premium?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "You didn't even bring toast."
He gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Are you doubting the quality of my care and devotion?"
"I'm just saying," you replied with a smirk, "a little effort wouldn't kill you."
"Oh, you want effort?" he teased, leaning over you, his face suddenly much closer than you anticipated. His arm stretched over the back of the couch, caging you in just slightly. "Name it, and it's yours."
You stared at him, biting your lip to keep from laughing. "Okay. Toast. I want toast."
He narrowed his eyes playfully, tilting his head. "You sure about that? Not, I don't know, me? Because I'm sitting right here."
You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed as he leaned closer, the playful glint in his eyes softening into something warmer. "You're still annoying," you said under your breath, trying to sound in-fact annoyed, but your voice betrayed you, coming out softer than you intended.
"And you're adorable," he shot back, his lips brushing against your forehead. "I think we're even."
The warmth of his breath lingered on your skin as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. His hand slid down to your waist, tugging you closer until your legs were tangled together, his thumb idly tracing circles over the fabric of your hoodie.
"You look good in my clothes," he murmured, his voice dipping lower. "Almost too good. How am I supposed to let you out of this apartment now?"
You couldn't stop the small laugh that bubbled up, even as your heart raced. "Who said I was going anywhere?"
His grin widened at your response, and before you could say anything else, he turned you with a swift motion, settling you on top of him so that your legs straddled his hips. The shift left you breathless, your bare thighs brushing against his sides as his hands splayed firmly on your waist, holding you in place.
"Good," he said, his voice lower now, a little rougher around the edges. His dark eyes held yours, their usual playfulness tempered with something deeper, something that made your stomach flutter. "Because I can't get enough of you."
His words sent a shiver down your spine. He tilted his head back slightly, his thumb tracing absent patterns along your hip. "You, moonbeam," he murmured, his gaze intense. "You're addicting. Like I'm craving something I can't ever stop wanting."
You felt your breath hitch, your heart thudding in your chest. You tried to compose yourself, to play it cool, but the way he looked at you made it impossible to be unaffected. Instead, you leaned forward slightly, letting your hands rest on his chest. "Dae-ho," you softly said his name the way you knew it drove him crazy, "You keep talking like that, and I might think you're the romantic one in this relationship."
His lips quirked into a smirk, but his hands tightened on your waist, pulling you even closer. "Don't think. Know. And I'll keep proving it until you never question it again."
You couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound blending with the warmth of his presence. "You're setting the bar pretty high for yourself, you know."
He shrugged, his hands never leaving your waist, "That just means I have to keep finding ways to spoil you."
In that moment, the world outside disappeared, leaving just the two of you tangled together. His hands slowly slid down to your thighs now, his thumbs brushing over your skin, while his gaze never left yours. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, and his arms circled back around you, holding you impossibly close as though you might vanish if he didn't.
"I told you," he murmured against your lips. "Addicting."
"I know," you said softly, capturing his lips in another slow kiss. "And that's why I love you."
His boyish grin returned against your lips, softer this time, "I love you, too. But I'm still not getting up for toast."
You burst out laughing, and he pulled you even tighter against him, his chuckle rumbling through his chest as he pressed a kiss against your jaw. Right then and there, everything felt right, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. You smiled, letting yourself melt into him, and you thought to yourself that this was where you were meant to be. Not because he was your sun or you were his moon, but because together, you created something whole.Â
Something timeless.Â
Something infinite.
And you wouldn't have it any other way.Â
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Comrade Red Hood
jason todd x fem!reader
patriarchy sucks, thankfully your doting nerdy boyfriend is there to show you support
-> 3k words
-> fluff, hurt/comfort, tiniest bit suggestive
-> warnings: talks of v!olence and crime (c'mon, guys, it's Gotham); mansplaining (not by Jason); reader is a little mean, but she's only human; Jason is a serial kisser and we love that for him
âAre you upset?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
ââŚis it something I did?âÂ
âNot everythingâs about you.â
Jasonâs eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as he lets out a low whistle at your sharp words. âDamn. I thought I was supposed to be the broody one here.â
âGetting a taste of your own medicine sometimes is good.â
Silence.
âSure youâre not mad at me?â
âIâm beginning to.â You let out a deep frustrated sigh, massaging your temples in a futile attempt to stop the incessant throbbing headache. âWhat do you want, Jason?âÂ
âI was justâis there anything I can do for you?â He asks, shifting weight between his legs. âYou seemed a bit off over the phone earlier, so I decided to drop by.â
âI just want to be alone.â You sound less passive aggressive this time as exhaustion seeps into your words. âMy head is killing me right now, so I just had an aspirin. Iâll be fine.â
âOkay. Iâll be in the living room if you need me.â Since itâs dark and your eyes are glued to the ceiling, youâre unable to take in the dejected look on his face.Â
Seeing youâve got no objections â he kind of hoped youâd change your mind and ask for cuddles â Jason leaves the room wordlessly. Itâs almost like he vanishes into thin air. A well-known skill amongst all bat-family members.
Even so, heâs surprisingly light on his feet for a big guy. But then again, weâre talking about a walking deadly weapon. A vicious vigilante. The prince of Gotham. Red Hood.
Or at least thatâs what he usually is when heâs not sulking in the living room for being a victim of his girlfriendâs sour mood.Â
Aside from the sound of a car or two passing by down below, and police sirens echoing distantly on occasion, your place is engulfed in a comfortable silence â this a relatively quiet neighborhood. Moonlight filters through your half-open curtains, a soft welcoming breeze swaying them gently to the side.Â
At some point, your eyes flutter open. You donât even remember falling asleep. Thereâs a dryness to your throat, prompting you to move around and reach for a slim water bottle on the nightstand. Next to it, the digital clock reads 2:17 AM.Â
A five hour nap. Nice.Â
Fortunately, the pounding inside your head has subsided.
Tsking in disappointment, seeing the bottle is empty, you detangle your legs from the sheets, begrudgingly getting up and dragging yourself to the kitchen.Â
The lights in the living room are still on, making your eyes squint when you approach the entrance. Youâre confused to discover Jason still lounging on the couch with a book in his hands, legs spread deliciously wide. One of his feet is propped against the edge of the coffee table.
âThought you were still out on patrol.âÂ
He looks up, and blinks, not expecting to see you up. âJust got back, actually. About fifteen minutes ago or so, I think.â
You hum in response and take a moment to really observe him.Â
His hair is still indeed damp as it falls over his forehead. Heâs also shirtless, only dressed in gray sweatpants. Took him quite a long time to feel comfortable enough to show skin like this around you. Likewise, despite the smile that your reassurances bring to his face whenever you thank him for âblessing your eyes with such a delectable sightâ, sometimes he still gets antsy if they linger too long on his scars. So, you try to respect his limits while also making sure he knows heâs incredible and beautiful.Â
There are also beads of sweat accumulated on his bare chest and neck. Despite having just showered, his body is still overheated from Red Hoodâs intense activities, you notice.Â
No injuries in sight tonight, thank goodness. But if there were, though, he probably wouldnât be here. Heâd still rather agonize in pain alone in his apartment than letting his medical resident girlfriend tend to him. Youâre still trying to ingrain into his stubborn mind that his health will never be a disturbance to you. He will never be a disturbance to you.
Hm, though he kinda was a little bit earlier before. However, that wasnât his fault. Nor yours, for that matter.
As if on cue, his question breaks you out of your reverie.
âFeeling better?â You nod in affirmation and he gives a sweet smile. âGood. You should eat, baby. I got you something on my way back. Itâs in the kitchen.â
You mirror his smile and resume your steps to the kitchen where thereâs a white medium-sized paper bag sitting on the counter.Â
Dismantling crime and wreaking havoc around Gotham, just to later on pick up food to appease his moody girlfriend back home.Â
Isnât that so cute?Â
After drinking your fill of cool water, you grab the food bag, a plate â to avoid crumbs dirtying the floor â and return to the living room to eat in Jasonâs company. Heâs still engrossed in his book. Or rather, yours. Your small library is now his, but so is his yours. Itâs an unspoken agreement.
âI didnât know Mr. Abdulâs place stays open so late.â You say thoughtfully, munching on a falafel. Jason also got you a fattoush salad, hummus, and some pita bread. Yummy.Â
Youâre sitting on opposite ends of the couch, legs on a pillow in his lap, while his forearms rests on top of them. Heâs hunched forward in concentration on the pages in front of him.
âIt doesnât.â Without looking, Jason steals one falafel from the bag and pops it into his mouth. âI broke into his kitchen.â
You choke on a piece of pita bread. âWhat the f-â
âRelax. I left the money on the counter.âÂ
âAre you fucking kidding me??â He talks about it so casually. Almost like heâs done this before. âWait. So, the cookies from Elenaâs last timeâŚâ
âWell, that oneâs obvious.â Successfully blocking a pillow chucked at his face, he rushes to defend himself, âBUT I never forget to pay, so technically Iâm not stealing! Only billionaires are harmed here, I swear.â
You both know which particular billionaire he has in mind.
âRight. Keep telling yourself that, Robin. Hood.â You scoff, picking up the fattoush salad box, opening its lid and picking through vegetables with a plastic fork. Jasonâs mouth opens in surprise. âPun intended, by the way.âÂ
âWhatever.â He huffs with an eye roll, trying to conceal his amusement. To make a point, he raises the open book to his face and blocks your view of him, ignoring you completely.Â
As you silently chew on radishes and lettuce, you take a minute to inspect what heâs reading. Itâs a considerably thick book. Zeroing in the letters of the cover, your eyes widen in shock as you swallow.Â
âJason, is thatâyouâre reading The Capital?â
âYeah, why?â He questions back, nonchalantly, lowering the book just past his eyes. âYou think I only read fiction?âÂ
âI guess⌠but I only asked because I think itâs an odd choice of reading given your night.â You explain, gathering the empty food containers, placing them inside the paper bag and setting it aside on the coffee table. âArenât you supposed to be tired?âÂ
âOf fighting against oppressive systems? Absolutely.â He quips, a playful smirk on his face. âThis guy just gets me, you know?âÂ
Seeing the unimpressed look on your face, his smile dies down and he places the book down on the armrest. âI got an extra adrenaline rush while chasing Penguinâs goons this time. There were dozens of them âcause he was closing an important arms deal at a warehouse tonight.. Remember that time when we were watching a documentary about wolves, and it was showing how packs tend to slaughter entire flocks of sheep when theyâre unable to escape from a confined space?â
âIs that your way of telling me you were in a⌠kill frenzy?â You swallow hard, trying not to sound too alarmed, but the distant look in his eyes accompanied by his eerie tone and word choice is unsettling. Even though you're well aware he doesnât pose a danger to you.
Jason seldom shares the details about his gruesome Red Hood business with you. One, because he knows you already see too much violent shit while working at the hospital.Â
Two, he knows you worry about his safety.Â
Three, thereâs also the fact that heâd like to keep a sense of normalcy at home.Â
Four, and most importantly, he believes itâs best if you donât access his dark side, but sometimes â like right now â heâs unable to conceal it. At the end of the day, heâs only someone fighting their shadows like any other.Â
Although, his are evidently a bit more obscure and jarring.Â
Thereâs a pregnant pause before he finally breaks out of his trance with a shake of his head. Taking in your tense posture and concerned face, he softens his demeanor, reaching for one of your hands. One, two, three kisses delivered to the tip of your fingers and heâs pulling you to sit straddling his legs. Calloused palms start rubbing the top of your thighs in reassurance back and forth.Â
âDonât worry, baby. I didnât shoot to kill..uh, mostly.â Thereâs no way of telling if heâs being sincere, and, frankly, youâd rather not think about this. As usual, heâs attuned to your senses, and tries to lighten the conversation up. âAnyways, I was still feeling charged when I got back. Thatâs why I picked one of your brainy books to help me wind down. Since your Sociology shelf was right in my line of sight, I decided to give it a try⌠Oh, I just remembered I forgot to bring you my French copy of Madame Bovary again.âÂ
âHm, itâs fine. Iâll borrow it next time Iâm at your place. But, back to my books. Why do I feel like this isnât a first time thing? I did find some of my Sociology books misplaced a couple of weeks ago,â you complain. âGlad youâre having fun tackling dialectical materialism as a post-vigilante workout, but please make sure you put my books in order once youâre done.âÂ
âSo bossy.â He playfully tuts, adding a nip to your shoulder. Then you feel his lips trace a slow path up to your neck, leaving a slow deliberate kiss there. âAnd so pretty, too.â
He smiles mischievously, lips still attached to your skin, as you shudder.Â
Devious bastard.
Crossing your arms, you try not to blush and keep your voice steady. âI mean it, Jason.â
âAlright, alright. Iâll mind your precious organization.â He follows his promise with a chaste kiss, this time to your lips. âBut seriously, you do look pretty.âÂ
âWhat, out of a sudden?â You raise your eyebrows in amusement.Â
Jason prides himself in being a skillful liar. It often comes in handy.Â
But he most definitely is not the type to give empty compliments.Â
Especially not to the most precious person of his life.Â
And youâre aware of that. His eyes donât lie.
Thereâs that deep candid warmth swirling within those mesmerizing irises that just captures you whole. They remind you of the ocean, colors of a fine line between blue and green, like teal. Sometimes calm and serene, sometimes agitated and raging.Â
One thing is sure. Youâre the only person who gets to soak into the tranquil waters hidden amidst the windows of his soul.Â
Because youâre the only one capable of bringing them out.Â
âNah, I always think that when I see your face.â Comes his reply.
At that, more kisses ensue. Obviously.
First one is yours, molding your lips to his in an instant as you try to return his incessant devotion with eagerness. He wastes no time in reciprocating, mouth slightly parting to welcome your tongue inside. It makes your head fuzzy all over. Every single fucking time. This type of intimacy took almost as long to construct as the display of his body. Youâre never taking his trust for granted. Never. Soon enough, Jason discovered himself to be a great fan of kissing. You. Heâs done it before with other people, sure, but it didnât make him feel like this. Yearn like this. As if he depended on it to survive. And he might as well do. Your fingers find their way to his scalp, tangling in silky locks and pulling while trapping his lower lip between your teeth, eliciting a soft groan from him. As a result, he grips your hips harder, drawing you impossibly closer. The heat from his bare muscular chest is scorching, almost too much to bear as it seeps through your shirt â his shirt.Â
You two only break apart because he decides to now trail his lips downward, leaving you panting, eyes sealed shut in pleasure, as he works his mouth across every other available patch of your skin. From jaw to neck, and shoulder. And back up.
This time his ministrations are sweeter and more tender, making you melt completely into his embrace.Â
Finally sated, after delivering a last kiss behind your ear, he whispers softly and a little breathless, âWanna share now why you almost bit my head off a few hours ago, hm?âÂ
Watching your face fall when he pulls back, his heart equally drops, causing him to backtrack, âSâokay, baby. You donât have to tell me. Iâm sorry.â
You exhale shakily, glancing down to fiddle with the hems of your â his â shirt. A hand cups your cheek, and tilts your head upwards carefully, thumb brushing the soft skin back and forth. Molten blue-green irises coaxing you to relax like the gentle sway of the sea. Telling heâs trusty and willing to listen.
âNo, itâs just⌠ughâŚâ He waits patiently as you gather your thoughts. âI had to deal with one of my stupid professors mansplaining to me during my presentation today. A subject that Iâve been studying for years now. I knew what I was talking about and he acted as if I didnât, saying that I didnât use the concepts correctly like I was a child. Some of my colleagues told me I shouldnât take his words personally, but it fucking sucked. Still does. I hate it when people, especially men, undermine my intelligence. I just felt so frustrated, I went to the bathroom and cried when the presentation ended. And to top it off, I got a miserable headache on the way home. So yeah, thatâs why I was in such a shitty mood tonight. Iâm sorry I took it out on youâŚâÂ
While describing what happened and venting about your feelings, you barely registered the way his arms tensed around you or how a muscle in his jaw ticked. Thereâs really no mistaking the look on his face now. The dark stormy blue that has replaced the soothing sea green. âJason, no. Promise me you wonât do anything stupid.â
âHe upset you.â Your boyfriend states in a clipped tone. âHe made you cry.âÂ
âNo matter how tempting, you canât just fuck up every single guy that gets on my nerves.â
âI beg to differ.â
âJace.â You beg, exasperated. âPlease. Thatâs not what I need right now, okay? He was being an asshole, yes, but the academy, and the whole world, is crowded with them unfortunately. Most of the time, I can handle it just fine. But, today was different. Iâve been preparing for my presentation for days, so he caught me by surprise with his arrogance and my anxiety kinda escalated, I guess. What I mean is I didnât tell you this because I wanted you to avenge me. I just want to be understood. Canât you do that for me?â The sight of tears filling your wide eyes dilute his outrage instantly. Youâre engulfed in a tight comforting hug.
âOf course, baby. Iâll never feel the same as you âcause Iâm not a woman, but you must know Iâm here for you and Iâm sorry you had to deal with this.â He offers, sympathetically, before something darker twists his features again. âI wonât lie to you, though. Itâd be easy for me to rip that fucking bastardâs tongueââ
âJason.â
ââand feed it to his mouth until he chokesââ
âJason.âÂ
He puts a finger to your mouth to silence you, just to pull back immediately before it gets bitten off.
ââbut I wonât do that.â Not today at least, he keeps this last part to himself. âMy point is a brilliant woman like you will always be a threat to insecure fuckers like him. Bet heâs just jealous heâll never shine as bright as you do.â
You throw your arms around his neck, burying your face in it with a sniffle. âI love you.â
âI love you too. A lot.â Nuzzling into your hair, he inhales the soft scent of jasmine shampoo. âFeeling okay?â
âYes. Thank you.â You really are. But, then, you sigh wistfully. âIâm thinking if I were an Amazon, itâd probably be easier to deal with this type of situation.â
âHow so?â He tilts his head, confused.
âYou know⌠Iâd be strong, powerful... intimidating. Stuff like that.âÂ
âYou already wield your intellect like the sharpest blade Iâve ever seen. Your words are eloquent and sharp when you stick up for what you believe. Not to mention the way you carry yourself with confidence even when youâre in a room filled with strangers.â He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, speaking earnestly. âTrust me, sweetheart. You donât need to be an Amazon when youâre already a goddess.âÂ
âThatâs⌠wow⌠I wasnât expecting that.â The butterflies are throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. You just canât stop grinning, so you playfully hit his shoulder. âNever knew you could be so sappy.âÂ
He catches your wrist delicately, not missing the opportunity to turn it and plant his lips on your knuckles.
âThatâs all on you. You turned me into this.â He claims, placing your open palm over his heart, and holding it there. Itâs beating quite rapidly. Like yours is. âTake responsibility, woman.âÂ
âFine,â you concede with a playful eye roll. Guilty as charged, your honor. âBut, seriously, thank you. Your words mean a lot.â
âYou mean a lot to me. Donât ever forget that.â One, two, three pecks to his lips. You discover you really love kissing him as well.Â
Suddenly, heâs covering his mouth with a yawn. Outside, Gothamâs black heaven is starting to get tinged with pink and yellow, announcing the sunâs impending arrival. Soon the streets around your building will have people going out about their day. Unbeknownst to them, one of the guys responsible for their safety sleeps tucked in your bed right around the corner.Â
âWe should probably sleep.â Jason begins, effortlessly getting up in a swift motion while still holding onto you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he walks you two to the bedroom. âI already lost way more brain cells than intended. Gotta save some for Mary Wollstonecraft tomorrow.â
âYouâre such a dork.â
âAnd you need to get woke,â he taunts.
âThese are my books!â You counter, indignantly.Â
âOurs. Donât be so individualistic, baby. Thatâs why capitalismââ Not letting him finish, you jump off his arms and go into the bathroom as he trails behind like a lost puppy.
âYeah, yeah, I get it, comrade Red Hood. Now shut your revolutionary mouth, and letâs get ready for bed.â
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Fine. One more night.
After Azul's overblot everyone was exhausted. When you finally stumbled out of Octavinelle's portal the sun has already set beneath the horizon.
Leona and the other Savanaclaw boys walked out of the portal behind you in similar states of exhaustion. Seeing them caused you to remember you had still had to grab your stuff from their dorm before heading off to Ramshackle. After that you would likely have to spend around 10 minutes trying to get the front door unlocked and open, check the old dorm to make sure it hadn't deteriorated to the point it would collapse on yours and Grim's heads as you slept, make sure nobody broke into the dorm in your time away (they'd have nothing to steal, but you've caught students more than once trying to vandalize the place), and then the ghosts would likely hound you with questions as to what had happened. You weren't going to get any sleep tonight.
You groaned and ran your hands over your tired face.
Leona noticed this action and looked at you suspiciously. "What now," he asked against his own best judgement. Whatever it was would probably cause trouble for him, but he asked before he could stop himself.
"I still have to grab our stuff from Savanaclaw before heading back to Ramshackle. And when we get there. . ." you sighed and rubbed your face again "so much to do. Not gonna get any sleep."
Without another word, you and Grim hobbled through Savanaclaw's mirror. Once the two of you were gone Jack and Ruggie both looked over towards Leona.
"What?" He tried to snap, but he was to tired to put any real bite in his words.
"Surely. . .one more night wouldn't hurt. . ." Jack mumbled.
"Could get 'em to cook breakfast again in the morning." Ruggie hummed. "They're a pretty killer cook."
Leona just stared at the two like they each had grown another head. "You're kiddin'. After the Ruckas they caused last night?"
"They were just trying to convince you to help! They'd have no reason to do that again tonight." Jack immediately piped up.
"It's not like ya had any troubly sleeping the other couple of nights they were here," Ruggie snickered. "If I didn't know any better, I'd even say ya slept better."
The two watch as Leona growl before walking to the Savanaclaw mirror with a huff.
In Leona's room, you'd just finished getting yours and Grims stuff packed up. Grim hadn't been much help, having fallen asleep on a plush chair the moment you stepped foot in the room.
You were about to wake him when a grumpy Leona came stomping through the door. Assuming he was angry at the two of you for still being there you began to apologize: "Sorry, Leona. I just finished packing out stuff and I was just about to wake Grim so we could-"
Before you could finish your sentence he cut you off "You're staying here tonight."
". . .wha-?"
"I said you're staying here tonight! It's dark out and you're already here, so you're staying here tonight. I don't need the two of you getting into trouble on your way home that becomes my problem in the morning," he grumbles.
"Why would any trouble we get in become your-"
"Do you wanna stay here tonight or not?" Leona's tone is harsh, but his posture is relaxed as always, and his face is just a hair softer than usual.
"Uhm. . .yeah. Thanks." You stumble a bit, shocked by his words, but eventually manage to respond. When you do he simply huffs and flops onto his bed.
You hurry to unfold the futon in the area next to Grim's chair so as to not make him keep the lights on any longer. After draping a blanket over the sleeping Grim, you toss the pillow and blanket you had been using the past few night onto the futon and crawl onto it.
Leona finally shuts off the lights (not that he was waiting for you or anything) and the room falls into darkness. The only light comes from the moon shining through the openings in the wall next to Leona's bed.
Several minutes pass in silence before Leona speaks: "Whatever you have to say just say it so I can get to sleep. I can't relax with you staring me down like that."
"It's. . .It's nothing."
You're about to close your eyes and pull the blanket over your head so you can wallow in your embarrassment when you hear a click. You slowly turn over to see the lamp next to Leona's bed has been turned on and he's staring at you with an expression that reads 'don't play with me right now."
You sigh and sit up. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me. I already told you my reasons for letting you stay here tonight." He grumbles, reaching to turn off the lamp again.
"No! I-I mean. . .for that too, but what I meant was: thank you for letting us stay here and for helping us with the overblot. I know you didn't have to, and I appreciate it. It may sound dramatic, but you really did risk your life to help us today. . .thank you."
The room falls into silence again before you hear Leona's laugh ring through the space. You look up in surprise.
"It almost sounds like I'm a good person when you put it like that."
Another moment of silence.
"You're not?"
He looks at you like you're crazy before clicking the light back off.
You both shuffle back into comfortable positions. You aren't sure if you were simply imagining things from exhaustion, but you could have sworn you heard a mumbled "Thanks to you too" from across the room before you drifted off to the land of dreams.
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kinktober week 1 â shower / bath adrien ( deliquent oc ) x bttm m reader
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That Saturday afternoon glow of light orange and yellows filtered through your curtains and into your room. It was a sign to turn on your light since it was getting dark. As usual, you were hunched over your desk finishing off any work you had from your classes, pen in hand and music blasting through your headphones.
Your music cuts off and out of confusion you pick it up from its position faced down on the table; its Adrien, of course. He's sent you a rather cryptic message of just emojis, no text, just "đ§ââď¸đđĄđđđŚđđđ. You don't have half the mind to decipher it but you do understand that he's most likely heading to your house. Per usual.
You don't bother sending him a reply, you seeing it is enough for Adrien to take that as a yes.
Your parents aren't home tonight, but that's never stopped Adrien from sneaking into your room through your window, even if the front door is free. You hear rattling and that's when you know Adrien has so kindly graced you with his presence. To make things easier for him, you decide to slide the window open and peer down at him.
Just like rapunzel, he's scaling your 'tower' like it's nothing. You sometimes question if Adrien is even human, and how he's acquired knowledge to safely climb your two story home. You notice that he has his gym bag slung over his shoulder and he tilts his head up to you with a grin, "Catch this!" He shouts, throwing his bag up to you and you shakily catch it, placing it down on the floor.
The next second, Adrien is hauling himself into your room and brushing off the dust from his clothes. "The front door is... open you know?" You huff, shaking your head disapprovingly. You glance over at him, and you see beads of sweat dripping down his temples and how his chest rises and falls quicker than usual.
"Are youâ" "I went to training." Right, Adrien trains basically every second day of the week for a sport you never thought to ask about. Basketball? Football? Hockey? You never asked.
"Can I use your shower, prez?" The question comes off too casual; you've never really let any of your friends take a shower in your house let alone come over regularly. But since Adrien is already here, all sweaty and hot, you can't find a reason to say no. "Fine, everything you need is in there," you nod, walking back to sit at your desk.
"You're not gonna show me where it is?" Adrien places a hand on your desk, leaning his weight against his arm as he looks down at you. You just assumed he knew where it was given he's broke into your house multiple times but your assumptions were wrong. You get up and start walking, not bothering to look back to see if Adrien was following. You knew he would.
You reach your bathroom, stepping in so you could show him where everything was. Before you started speaking, you heard the faint click of the door shutting.
"Adrienâ" "How am I supposed to know which knob is hot or cold?" he's so blatantly playing with you. He walks right up to you, only a hair away as he looks down at you. A stupid grin is plastered across his face and his fingers are gripping at the edge of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. "I'm all sweaty, prez, I need help washing my back," he sighs dramatically, fanning his face.
You take a moment to just stare. He's glistening in a sheen of sweat, droplets trickling down the curves and dents of his muscles, even his hair is slightly tousled. You keep quiet, unsure of what to say. That grin on his face never seems to lessen; it only grows wider by the second.
You can't even utter out a word before Adrien is pulling off his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Your head instinctively darts to the right, trying to shield your eyes. "What? You act like you've never seen my dick before," he snorts out, tugging at your shirt, "it's been inside you too," he adds, successfully pulling your shirt off. "Oh shut up," you groan, grimacing at the way Adrien says it.
You don't stop him from completely stripping you down before taking off his own boxers, you just have the decency not to stare. He pushed the shower door open and ushered you inside before following you in. His chest his flushed against your back and the feeling of his sweat against your skin made you shiver, "Sorry," he mutters with a small chuckle.
He does know which knob is cold or hot because he immediately turns them to a desirable temperature. It's a little bit cooler than your preference though, but you don't mind it.
Adrien wastes no time in feeling your body, his hands moving straight to your hips like a moth to a flame. "You've been eating good? Not overworking yourself, prez?" He murmurs against your skin, his lips dragging along your shoulders as he clutches your body. "Yeah," your response is quiet and short, almost breathless since Adrien is all up on you at the moment.
His fingers trace the lines of your hip bone to your front, patting the skin where your leg meets your hip, slowly dipping more into your inner thighs to rub that area. His hands are so close. You can feel him spread your flesh, and he slots his cock in the free space. "Adrien," you scold, trying to pry his hands away but Adrien just ends up pushing you against the wall, your palms flat against the glass.
"You've been treating yourself well?" He hums, and you can tell from his tone he's half-mindely asking you these questions just to keep a conversation. He moves his hips back, sliding against the underside of your dick before meeting your hole, rubbing shallowly. "I haven't seen you in a week," from gentle caresses to harsher groping, Adrien's hands are now squeezing your hips.
Adrien nips at your neck, biting gently since he knew how you felt about visible marks, "It's so hard to avoid you" He borderline growls in your ear, pushing up into you. Adrien groans quietly at the feeling of you stretching out around him. His breathing becomes more and more audible as he caresses your torso.
Your small whines are muffled by the sound of water hitting the shower floor and the feeling of the cold glass along your chest gets you squirming. Adrien lifts your hips up a tiny bit, giving your ass a small tap before pushing in fully. Your fingers twitch and clench on the glass, trying desperately to hold onto something before Adrien's own hands meet yours, slotting a finger inbetween the gaps of yours.
"Just want me to hold your hand?" You wanna bite back at him but you lose your voice the moment he pulls out and thrusts back in, forcing a yelp out your throat instead of words. He squeezes the plush flesh of your ass a few times, and his eyes are trained to your hole, watching as it sucked him back in everytime he moved his hips back.
Adrien was getting overly worked up right now and the water didn't help either. Seeing the droplets decorate your spine like clear crystals rolling down the curve of your back made his mind go blank. You really brought that side out of him. He couldn't help but imagine that was his semen painting your back instead.
"Fuck you're too cute," He grunted, squeezing your hand a little tighter. Everytime Adrien pushed his dick in further, you felt the water push into you as well like it was wetting your insides. It was a weird sensation, nothing like lube, but it served to heighten your arousal from the fact that the water made the sound ofbyour skin clapping together alot louder.
It wasn't long before Adrien had moved in a way where he could hit your prostate directly and he knew he found it the moment you let out a strangled cry. Hearing that, Adrien pushed your body more against the glass, pinning you between himself and the wall. Your neglected cock was feverishly rubbing against cold wall with each thrust, smearing your pre-cum all over the glass.
"Does it feel good? Shit, maybe I gotta experiment with temp-play later," Adrien chuckled and you just let out an agitated groan that came out more like a needy whine. "That's where you're weak, isn't it? The underside of your dick?" You hated how he knew these things by now, but he wasn't wrong. Everytime you rubbed along the cold glass your body would jolt away from it and into Adrien which would result in him pushing you back into the wall as he fucked you from behind.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you heave, squirming relentlessly as your dick twitched against the wall. Adrien just let's out a strained chuckle as he grips your hips tighter, pounding into you even faster. He leans his head down to your shoulder and sinks his teeth into your skin, forgetting about the fact that you would definitely scold him for this afterwards. The feeling of Adrien's chapped lips and sharp teeth piercing through your skin made your vision go white and your ears ring.
Your previously clear shower walls are now splattered with white and your knees buck as Adrien holds you up, forcing you to stand as he orgasms into you. He laughs breathlessly as you ragdoll in his arms like a baby deer who's trying to stand up. "Right, right I'll clean you up baby just relax, and then we'll get out," he chuckles, rubbing soap inbetween his hands before cleaning you off,
"I think I'm gonna dry up like a raisin if I stay here any longer..."
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FORGIVE ME- CHRIS STURN
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summary: chris cannot go to sleep without apologizing to his girlfriend blurb
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Seven hours, it had been seven hours since both Y/n and Chris have spoken a word to each other. Their argument was at around three and it was now ten. Y/n was getting ready for bed in their shared bathroom while Chris was still in the living room doing who knows what.
Y/n did her last step to her skincare routine and massaged her moisturizer on her face. Then, the detangled her hair and headed for bed. She sighed as she turned off the light and got under the covers. She was missing something- someone.
This was one of their first actual arguments. Yeah, they've had little fights here and there but never like this. She had stormed out, needing some time to herself. She couldn't do it here, not when he was in the house as her. So, she stayed in her car until she was ready to go back in. Now, they're in this position, they've been ignoring each other all afternoon.
For lunch, which Y/n usually makes for both of them, Chris postmated some food and Y/n made herself some lunch. They ate thier meals in different rooms, Chris stayed in the kitchen while Y/n went to the living room. When Chris would enter the living room, Y/m would get up and go to the bathroom, so did Chris when Y/n entered a room he was in.
Y/n turned off her bedside lamp and the room went completely dark. She tossed and turned, until she eventually fell asleep.
It must've been about two hours or more until Chris started to yawn. He contemplated whether or not to sleep in the living room, but he eventually decided he'd sleep in thier room with Y/n. He got ready for bed, changing his clothes and brushing his teeth. When he opened the bedroom door, the light from the hallway lightly lit up the room and he saw Y/n sound asleep facing away from his side of the bed.
He quietly closed the door and got under the covers next to Y/n. He put his phone on his nightstand and tried to go to sleep. However, he couldn't. He laid there with his eyes open staring at the door, the ceiling or when he turned over he started at Y/n's back side. I have to apologize. He thought. "Baby." He propped himself up on one elbow and tapped her shoulder with his free arm. No response. "Babe." He shook her lightly and she moved. "Mm?" She hummed sleepily.
"Are you sleeping?" He asked. What a dumb question. "No shit." Y/n responded, she hated when her sleep got interrupted. Chris let out a breathy laugh. "Can we talk?" He mumbled. "About what?" She finally turned around to face him although she could only see his silhouette. "Our argument from earlier today." He said. "How about in the morning, I'm really tired." She tried to turn back around but he lightly grabbed her shoulder.
"No, now. I- I can't sleep. I have to apologize." Chris spoke softly. "Fine." She finally agreed and turned around to turn her lamp on. Chris finally saw her face. Her eyes were adjusting to the bright light and her hair was slightly on her face. She looked cute. "I'm really sorry about my behavior earlier today. It just that Nick and Matt weren't answering me for our meeting tomorrow and our work and our schedules are all over the place." He bagan. "And- I got easily pressed over something so stupid. I'm sorry, babe. Do you forgive me?" He touched her cheek.
"I do. Everyone has their bad days, you know? I just- I wish you would've told me about what you were going through, maybe I could've helped you or something." She smiled softly. "I- I will next time and all the times after that, okay?" He made a promise and Chris never broke his promises. "Okay."
"Now come here, I wanna cuddle you all night." Y/n giggled at his eagerness so she turned the lamp off and scooted over to Chris.
"I will never try to go to sleep mad at you, it's torture."
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đđžđ: Who doesnât love a good bunny-suit fanfic? This little piece was inspired by the incredible artwork of @alienfreak124. Iâm always in awe of her creationsâher OC is so cool!
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Also, Iâve been thinking about branching out into other fandoms. Creepypasta is definitely at the top of the list since it was such a huge part of my childhood. Ticci Toby has always been my favorite, and Iâm super excited to dive into that world. Iâm also considering Death Note and Black Butler, but who knows?Â
For now, Iâm pretty set on exploring the creepy side first, especially with all the dark, twisted fandoms.
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Youâre in your room, standing in front of the mirror, tugging at the hem of a plain black dress.
Itâs simple, safe, and exactly the kind of outfit youâd usually wear to a small party. You tilt your head, trying to decide if âsimpleâ is too boring. The party isnât exactly a big dealâjust a casual gatheringâbut thereâs a nagging thought in the back of your mind:Â
Croweâs going to be there.
Before you can overthink it, thereâs a sudden knock at your door. âHey! Open up!â Brittneyâs voice is unmistakableâhigh-energy and impossible to ignore. You sigh, already knowing sheâs about to upend whatever plans youâve made for the evening.Â
When you open the door, Brittney bursts in like a hurricane, her arms overflowing with what looks like⌠fur? No, itâs worse. Itâs a bunny costumeâa black bodysuit with matching ears, thigh high socks, and heels so high they look like a twisted form of punishment.Â
âOh no,â you say immediately, holding up your hands in protest. âAbsolutely not.â
âOh, come on!â Brittney waves the outfit in front of you like itâs the Holy Grail. âItâs perfect! Itâs fun, itâs flirty, and youâll steal the spotlight! Imagine the look on everyoneâs faces when you walk in wearing this. Especially Jericho.â
Your stomach flips at the mention of his name, but you shake your head. âThereâs no way Iâm wearing that. Iâll look ridiculous!â
âRidiculous?â Brittney scoffs, planting her hands on her hips. âPlease. Youâll look hot. Besides, when was the last time you did something bold? Live a little!â She leans in, grinning mischievously. âAnd, you know, like I said he might notice.â
You roll your eyes, before releasing a sigh, âBritt, Iâm not trying to âsteal the spotlight.â I just want to blend in.â
âBlend in?â She gasps like youâve just insulted her personally. âBlending in is for cowards. And youâre not a coward, are you?â
â...Youâre guilt-tripping me.â
âIs it working?â
Unfortunately, yes. You stare at the bunny suit like itâs a wild animal that might bite you, but part of you canât help wondering: What if Brittneyâs right? What if Crowe actually notices?
âFine,â you say, at last, snatching the costume from her hands. âBut different heels and if I look stupid, Iâm blaming you.â
Brittney claps her hands in triumph. âYouâll look amazing, trust me! Now, hurry up and get dressedâI need to see the final look.â
You sigh and shut the door, holding up the bunny suit with a mix of dread and curiosity.
This is either the best idea or the worst mistake.
The moment you step into the party, a hush falls over the roomâor at least it feels like it. The warm glow of string lights strung across the ceiling doesnât do much to soothe the nerves twisting in your stomach. You keep your head down, gripping a drink you barely remember picking up, and try to focus on anything other than the fact that youâre dressed like a bunny in a room full of people dressed... normally. Â
Brittney, of course, is loving every second of it. Sheâs practically glowing as she flits around the room, dropping comments like, âIsnât she adorable?â and âDoesnât she look amazing?â to anyone within earshot. You glare at her from across the room, but she just winks and mouths, âYouâre welcome.â
You hover near the edge of the crowd, trying to blend into the background. Itâs ironic, considering the ridiculous outfit, but you figure if you keep still enough, maybe no one will notice. That plan works for about five minutesâuntil you catch a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. Â
Crowe. Â
Heâs leaning against the wall near the bookshelf, casually sipping from a glass, his posture as effortlessly relaxed as ever. Even in the soft glow of the party lights, heâs sharp, dressed in his usual clean, put-together style that somehow manages to look both formal and casual at the same time. He always looks like he belongs on a magazine coverâbutton-up sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he listens to someone talk.
You freeze, torn between retreating to the nearest shadowy corner and pretending you havenât seen him, or... well, doing something else. But then, as if sensing your eyes on him, Crowe looks upâand the moment his gaze lands on you, itâs like the rest of the party fades into the background. Â
You brace yourself, half-expecting him to laugh or make some snide remark. Instead, his eyebrows lift slightly, and the corner of his mouth quirks up into what might just be the faintest hint of a smirk. He takes another sip of his drink, sets the glass down, and begins making his way toward you. Â
Oh no.
Before you can figure out an escape route, heâs standing in front of you, tall and composed, with that cool, unreadable expression that makes your heart do ridiculous things. Â
His expression is calm and unreadable, but thereâs a sharp glint in his eyes that immediately sets you on edge. The drink in your hand suddenly feels useless as you clutch it tightly, wishing you had anything to focus on besides the way Croweâs gaze is very obviously trailing over your bunny suit. Slowly.
âNice to see you decided to... dress up,â he says, his tone dripping with amusement as he comes to a stop in front of you. His eyes flicker from your bunny ears to the tights and back to your face, where your mortified expression only seems to fuel his teasing.
âThis wasnât my idea,â you say quickly, feeling the need to defend yourself. âBritt made me wear it. She said itâll steal the spotlight or whateverâŚâ Â
Crowe raises a brow, âBritney suggested this..?â then soft smile appears once again as he leans just slightly closer. âOh, I believe you. But she didnât make you come to me wearing it, did she?â
You sputter, your face heating up. âI didnât come to you! You walked over here!â
âDid I?â he asks innocently, his smirk widening into something outright devilish. âMustâve been the bunny ears. Hard to miss.â
You glare at him, your mind racing for some kind of witty comeback, but itâs hard to think when his gaze keeps darting to your legs, the curve of your waist, and then back to your face, like heâs deliberately making a show of it.
âWell,â he says after a beat, his tone maddeningly casual. âShe wasnât wrong.â Â
Your brain short-circuits. He did not just say that.
âExcuse me?â Â
âAbout the spotlight,â he clarifies, his smirk softening into something almost... fond. âYouâve certainly got everyoneâs attention.â Â
You rolled your eyes, âI look ridiculous,â crossing your arms over your chest, turning your head away from his gaze.
It wasnât long before you felt his finger under your chin to look at him once more, his deep blue eyes filled with warmth, âI wouldnât say that now,â he counters smoothly. His voice drops a little lower, just enough to send a shiver down your spine. âNot that Iâm complaining, of course. But Iâm curiousâhow many people have tried their luck with you tonight?â
Your eyes widen. âW-what?â
You canât decide whether to tell the truth to him or strangle him.Â
âCome on,â he says, his smirk turning positively wicked. âIn that outfit? Like you said, half the room is staring. Though...â He leans in, his voice dropping to a near whisper. âI doubt anyone else is appreciating it quite as much as I am.â
Your breath hitches, and youâre sure your face is about to burst into flames. âCrowe, you canât justââ
âSay the truth?â he interrupts smoothly, stepping just close enough that you can catch the faint scent of his blueberry cologne. âOh, I can. And I will.â
You open your mouth to argue, but before you can, Croweâs gaze shifts, scanning the room. The teasing glint in his deep blue eyes is replaced with something sharper, almost protective, as he takes in the prying eyes of the other partygoers.
âItâs way too many people here,â Crowe mutters, his voice low enough that it feels like the words are meant only for him. Then he glances back at you, his eyes softening in a way that makes your breath hitch.
âLetâs leave.â He mumbled.
âWhat?â
âI said, letâs leave.â His hand brushes lightly against your elbow, the fleeting touch sending a spark up your arm. His gaze lingers on you, unreadable but heavy with something unspoken. âUnless youâd prefer to stay here and let everyone keep gawking at you like youâre... on display.â Â
Your eyes dart around the room, catching a few glimpses of the subtle but unmistakable stares in your direction. The air feels suffocating now, and the idea of staying in this crowded space seems unbearable. Still, you hesitate, caught off guard by the sheer intensity of his presence. Â
âFine,â you say at last, forcing an air of nonchalance even as your pulse quickens. âBut if youâre planning to tease me, Iâm leaving the second you start.â Â
Crowe chucklesâa deep, smooth sound that does nothing to steady your nerves. âDonât worry,â he says, his lips curving into a slow, knowing smirk as he places a hand lightly on the small of your back to guide you toward the door. âIâll behave.â Â
Youâre not entirely convinced, but before you can second-guess your decision, the two of you are stepping into the cool night air. The sharp contrast to the partyâs stuffy warmth sends a shiver down your spine, but itâs not just the chill that has you trembling. Â
Croweâs steps are deliberate, his presence magnetic as he walks you to his car. He unlocks the passenger door with a smooth motion, holding it open for you before rounding the car to slide into the driverâs seat. The quiet thud of the door closing feels heavier in the silence, the hum of the engine breaking the tension only slightly. Â
âBrittneyâs going to wonder where I went,â you say softly, partly to yourself, as Crowe pulls out of the driveway. Â
âIâll text her later,â he replies, his tone calm but firm. âSheâll survive.â Â
The car is dimly lit, the glow of passing streetlights casting fleeting shadows across his sharp features. You can feel his gaze flicking toward you every so often, lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle. Â
He doesnât speak for a while, but the silence between you isnât uncomfortable. Itâs chargedâlike the air before a storm. Youâre hyper-aware of every detail: the way his hands grip the steering wheel, the faint scent of his blueberry cologne filling the small space, the way his jaw tightens whenever you catch him sneaking glances. Â
âYou shouldnât let her talk you into things like that,â he says suddenly, his voice lower now, almost rough. Â
âLike what?â you ask, even though you know exactly what he means. Â
He glances at you briefly, his lips pressing into a thin line before his expression softens. âLike wearing something that makes every guy in the room look at you like theyâve forgotten how to think.â Â
The words are sharper than you expect, tinged with an edge of possessiveness that makes your breath catch. Â
âI thought you didnât mind people staring,â you counter, trying to keep your voice steady. Â
âI donât,â he says, his fingers tightening on the wheel. âUnless itâs you.â Â
The confession hangs in the air, heavy and electrifying. You look over at him, your heart pounding in your chest. Thereâs no teasing smirk now, no easy charmâjust raw, unguarded honesty in his gaze as he pulls the car to a stop at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.
He turns to face you fully, his expression unreadable but his eyes dark with something unmistakable. Â
âDo you have any idea what you do to me?â he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, the words rough with restraint. Â
Your lips part, but no sound comes out. The heat in his gaze is overwhelming, and you feel pinned in place by the sheer intensity of it. Â
âIâve been trying to keep my distance,â he continues, his tone rough and uneven now, âbut seeing you tonight, dressed like that, letting everyone else see you like thatâŚâ He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. âIt drove me crazy.â Â
The air in the car feels thick, charged with an unspoken tension thatâs almost suffocating. Your pulse pounds in your ears, your breaths shallow as you sit still, unsure of what to sayâor if thereâs even anything you should say. The silence stretches out, heavy and electric, until Crowe shifts closer to you, his movements deliberate yet almost hesitant. Â
His hand rises, and for a moment, you think he might stop midway. But then his fingers gently brush against your cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is light, almost feather-soft, yet it lingersâhis fingertips trailing against your skin just long enough to leave a burning imprint. Â
âPlease tell me to stopâŚâ he murmurs, his voice deep and velvety, the faintest edge of uncertainty in his tone. ââŚbefore I do something Iâll regret.â
A shiver races up your spine at the feel of his touch, and the heat of his proximity makes it impossible to think straight. Your breath hitches, and you swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. You manage to meet his gaze, his eyes dark and searching, as though heâs looking for any sign of hesitation. Â
âAnd if I donât want you to stop?â you whisper, your voice trembling but carrying a weight of undeniable desire. Â
His breath catches, his chest rising sharply as though youâve just knocked the air out of him. His eyes widen, a flicker of disbelief flashing across his usually composed face. His lips parted slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he tilts his head, studying you like heâs trying to convince himself he heard you correctly. Â
You donât reply right awayâwords feel clumsy in the intensity of this moment. Croweâs gaze still lingers on you, steady and deliberate, traveling down the length of your figure and then back up again. His deep blue eyes seem darker in the dim light, their usual warmth replaced by something unreadable, something that makes your pulse race. His soft smile was still there, faint but unshakable, as if he knows exactly what heâs doing to you. Â
Your breath catches, and for a second, all you can think is how badly you donât want this moment to end. Then, before your mind has time to catch up, your body moves on instinct. Slowly, deliberately, you move your body forwardâout of the passenger seat closing the distance between you and him.
His head tilts slightly as he watches you, his soft smile faltering, replaced by a soft gasp for just a heartbeat as you climb onto his lap. Your knees press into the seat on either side of him, the soft material of your tights brushing against his thighs as you warp your arms around his neck looking at him.
For a brief moment, neither of you speaks. The air feels heavy, charged with something neither of you can name. His reaction is filled with disbelief.He inhales quickly, his chest rising against yours, and his hands lift instinctively to your hips. His grip is firm yet hesitant, his fingers flexing slightly on the tight spandex of your bunny suitas though heâs testing the reality of the situation. Â
Youâre glad you caught him like thisâoff-guard, unguarded. Itâs rare to see him anything but happily composed, but now? Now, his usual teasing and confidence feels shaken, his calm veneer cracking just enough to let you peek underneath. Â
âDonât regret thisâŚâ you whisper, your voice low and thick with emotion. âPlease donât stop, Jericho.â Â
The tension in his shoulders eases, but only slightly. His body remains taut beneath yours, every muscle coiled like a spring. His hands tighten against your hips as if anchoring himselfâor maybe anchoring you. He leans forward, and the closeness is dizzying.
His breath fans against your neck, warm and teasing, and goosebumps rise across your skin in response. His hands shift from your hips, sliding upward in slow, deliberate movements that leave you breathless. His thumbs trace over your waist, the faintest pressure sparking heat in their wake. His fingers move higher, brushing against your sides, and you canât stop the way your body responds, arching slightly into his touch. Â
Soon his lips hover near your ear, his voice low and husky, dripping with intent as he murmurs, âI wonât.â Â
May got a little carried away hereâŚ
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You donât know how it happened.Â
So okay, you do know how it happenedâyou were dumb enough to bet against Hyugo. The guy might be obnoxious, loud, and silly as hell, but unfortunately, heâs also good at literally everything. Somehow, that fact slipped your mind when you let him talk you into betting on the last round of a stupid game at a party.
It was one of those chaotic, anything-goes types of games, the kind where people are shouting over each other, rules barely make sense, and luck has just as much sway as skill. You donât even remember what it was calledâsomething involving a blindfold, ping pong balls, and a lot of yelling. Iâm kidding hereâŚ
All you know is that Hyugo had that stupid grin on his face, the one he always wears when he knows heâs about to win. Â
âCome on,â heâd said, his voice dripping with smugness as he leaned against the table. âYou scared or something? Whatâs the worst that could happen?â Â
And like an idiot, you fell for it. âIâm not scared,â you shot back, crossing your arms. âYouâre on.â Â
Big mistake. Â
Because five minutes later, you were standing there in stunned silence, staring at Hyugoâs triumphant face as he held up his winning ping pong ball like it was an Olympic gold medal. Â
âWow, that was almost too easy!â he said, laughing as he clapped you on the shoulder. âYou really thought you could beat me?.â Â
You scowled, already regretting your life choices. âYeah, yeah, whatever. What do you want?â Â
His grin widened, and you instantly knew you were doomed. âOh, donât worry,â he said, his voice practically oozing with fake innocence. âItâs nothing crazy. Just a little outfit change for, letâs say... an hour?â Â
Your stomach dropped. âWhat kind of outfit change? I have a movie night at Solâs place later,â Â
And now here you are, standing in Solâs dimly lit studio apartment, wearing a bunny suit that makes you feel about three sizes too exposed and questioning every decision youâve ever made. Â
How the tf did Hyugo knew your size anyway?
The small space smells like popcorn and energy drinks, and thereâs a paused horror movie on the screen, but all of that pales in comparison to the look on Solâs face. Â
He hasnât stopped staring since you walked in. Â
The guy is sitting on his beat-up couch, one leg tucked under him, the TV remote hanging limp in his hand. His mouth is slightly open, and his face? Â
Bright red. Â
Like, glowing tomato-red, borderline matching the devil on the movie poster behind him. Â
ââŚWhat are you doing?â he finally chokes out, his voice cracking just enough to make you raise an eyebrow. He clears his throat and tries again, this time deeper: âI mean, whatâs this?â He gestures vaguely at you, but his hand is shaking a little, so itâs not exactly smooth. Â
You cross your arms, trying to tug the hem of the crotch area down to show less skin, but thereâs no saving itâitâs just too short. âLost a bet to Hyugo from party earlier today,â you mumble, your voice flat, as if that explains everything. Â
Sol squints at you, the disbelief radiating off him in waves. âHyugo made you do this?â His tone flips between outraged and incredulous. His eyes dart down to the whole getupâ floppy bunny ears, the thigh-high socks, even a little button tieâand then snap back up so fast you think he mightâve given himself a neck cramp. âUgh⌠Heâs the worst sometimes.â Â
âYeah, thanks for the groundbreaking insight,â you deadpan, shooting him a withering glare. âI figured that out the moment Hyugo handed me this thing.â Â
Sol drags a hand through his perpetually messy hair, clearly grappling with some kind of inner turmoil. âYou didnât have to wear it, though,â he mutters, his usual grumbly tone edged with something oddly defensive. âYou couldâve just⌠I dunno, said no.â Â
You blink at him, unimpressed. âOh, sure. And let Hyugo post that video of me tripping like an idiot in front of the entire campus? An excellent alternative, Sol. Really genius stuff.â
He makes a weird noise in his throat, half a groan, half something else, and he mutters, âStill better than thisâŚâ But his eyes betray him.
Because despite the whole âugh, this is dumbâ act, Sol keeps looking. Like, really looking. His gaze lingers on your bunny ears, the curve of the bodysuit, and the thigh-high socks that are making you wish the couch would swallow you whole. Every time his eyes travel down, they snap back up so fast youâd think he got whiplash.
âWhatâs your problem?â you snap, crossing your arms over your chest, mostly for your sanity. âYouâre staring.â
âIâm notââ He cuts himself off, dragging his hand down his face with a groan. âWhatever. Iâm not the one dressed likeâŚâ His words trail off as he waves vaguely in your direction, his ears reddening again as if even describing the outfit is too much for him. Â
You sigh and plop down on his old couch because thereâs literally nowhere else to go in this shoebox of an apartment. As soon as you do, Sol freezes like youâve just stepped on a landmine. His whole body stiffens, his hands gripping his knees, and you swear he stops breathing.
âRelax,â you say, kicking off your heels with a sigh. âItâs not like I want to be here in this dumb outfit either.â
âYou donât look unhappy,â he mutters, barely audible, but you catch it.
Your head snaps toward him, catching the faintest flicker of his eyes darting to your outfit before immediately locking onto the popcorn bowl on the coffee table like itâs his last lifeline. His face is âburningâ, and it only gets worse when he realizes you caught him looking. Â
âExcuse me?â you ask, leaning in slightly because you canât let him off the hook that easily. Â
âI didnâtââ His voice cracks, and he clears his throat so violently itâs almost painful. âI just meantâuh, never mind.â But his ears are practically glowing, and you can feel the tension radiating off him in waves. Â
âSure, okay,â you say, sighing as you settle deeper into the couch, before you mention, âItâs not like youâve been staring at me like a creep since I walked in or anything.â Â
âI wasnât staring!â he blurts, far too defensively for someone who was. He drags a hand through his hair, the strands sticking up even more as he groans like heâs on the verge of losing it. Â
âOh, you werenât?â you tease, tilting your head. âAre you calling me a liar?â
He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes flicking to your legs for half a second before darting away. His hands curl into fists on his lap, and his breathing sounds... uneven.
Fast. Â
One second, youâre sitting on the couch, awkwardly avoiding his gaze, and the next, youâre swept up off the cushions. His arms slide under you, one wrapping around your back and the other hooking beneath your knees, lifting you effortlessly into a bridal carry. Â
âSol!â you shriek, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders. âWhat are youâput me down!â Â
But he doesnât.
Instead, he lowers himself back onto the couch, keeping you securely in his hold. Your legs dangle awkwardly over his arm, your heels threatening to slip off, and youâre acutely aware of how close your faces are nowâhis warm breath brushing against your skin, his sharp eyes fixed on yours. Â
âRelax,â he mutters, his tone gruff but oddly soft. âYou were fidgeting too much. Thought you were about to hurt yourself or something.â Â
âHurt what now?!â you snap, glaring at him even as your cheeks flush. âI wasnâtâSol, that doesnât even make sense. Let me go.â Â
âNot yet,â he says simply, his grip tightening slightly as if daring you to try and wriggle free. Â
You glare at him, but the heat of his gaze makes it hard to keep your composure. His eyes flicker down for a momentâtrailing from your flushed face to the curve of your legs draped over his arm. Heâs trying to play it cool, but the way his jaw clenches and his ears turn a faint shade of pink gives him away. Â
âYour legs are cold,â he murmurs after a beat, his voice quieter now. Â
âI wonder why,â you deadpan, trying to ignore the way your heart skips at the hint of concern in his tone. Â
His lips twitch a shadow of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âThis outfit isnât practical.â Â
âWell, I didnât exactly pick it,â you grumble, squirming slightly in his hold. Â
âStop moving,â he mutters, his voice dropping an octave. His hands shift slightly, one sliding along your back and the other brushing against your thigh as he adjusts his grip. The casual intimacy of it makes your face burn hotter. Â
âSol...â you warn, your voice shaky. Â
But instead of answering, he leans back slightly, settling you more comfortably in his lap. The movement makes your head spinâpartly from the sudden shift, but mostly because of how close he is now. Youâre practically curled up against his chest, his arm still supporting your legs while his other hand rests firmly against your back. Â
And then he looks at you again. Really looks at you. His orange-red eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, the teasing, grumbly version of Sol youâre used to is nowhere to be found. Thereâs something different in his expression nowâsomething serious, almost vulnerable, and it steals the breath from your lungs. Â
âYou should be more careful,â he murmurs, his fingers brushing lightly against your knee. His hands slide from your hips to your legs. âThese heels couldâve hurt me,â His thumbs trace slow, deliberate circles along the tops of your thighs, sending shivers up your spine.
Your mouth opens to respondâmaybe to defend yourself, maybe to yell at him, youâre not sureâbut then his hands shift lower, skimming over the curve of your calves. He grabs one of your feet, his fingers curling around your ankle as he starts tugging off your shoe. Â
âSol, I can do that myselfââ Â
âN-No,â he practically begged. His cheeks are pink, his expression strained like heâs trying to keep it together. âPlease, just let me.â Â
Youâre too stunned to argue. Heâs slow about it, almost hesitant, his calloused fingers brushing against your skin as he removes one shoe, then the other. When heâs done, he lets his hands linger for a moment, his thumbs brushing over your bare ankles. Â
His eyes flicker back up to yours, and thereâs something desperate in his expression now like heâs holding himself back from doing something stupid. âWhy do you always have to make this so hard?â he mutters, half to himself. Â
âIâm making 'it' hard?â you blurt, your voice shaky. Â
âYou showed up like this,â he counters, his gaze sweeping over you again. âLooking like... this.â Â
He leans closer, so close you can feel the heat radiating off him. His hand slides up, tracing a line from your ankle to your knee, then up your thigh, stopping just shy of where the hem of the bunny suit begins. His knee presses a little closer, and you suck in a sharp breath. Â
âDo you have any idea what youâre doing to me right now?â he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Â
Your brain short-circuits. You donât even know how to respond to that, especially not when his eyes are locked on yours like heâs waiting for an answer. Â
âSol,â you finally manage, your voice barely audible. âYouâre being weird.â Â
âI know,â he mutters, his lips twitching into a crooked, almost self-deprecating smile. âIâm always weird. But you make it worse.â Â
And with that, he dips his head lower, his breath ghosting over your lips like heâs daring you to stop him. Â
Please donât make him stopâŚ
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Geo hadnât thought much about your text at first.
You were running lateâwhat else was new? He was used to it by now. Youâd told him to let himself in with the key under the mat since you were still getting ready, and, well, thatâs what he did.
Your apartment was as familiar to him as ever: the faint smell of your scented candles. Geo plopped onto the couch, scrolling through his phone to kill time. After about ten minutes of waiting, he sighed loudly, tossing his phone onto the coffee table.
âWhy do I let you do this to me?â he muttered, dragging himself to his feet. He made his way down the hall, the hardwood floor creaking faintly under his boots.
The door to your bedroom was cracked open, soft light spilling out into the hallway. He tapped lightly on the frame with his knuckles. âHey, weâre gonna be late, yâknow. Whatâs taking you soââ
He pushed the door open mid-sentence, stepping inside. And then he stopped.
His brain short-circuited.
There you were, standing in front of your full-length mirror, fiddling with a pair of floppy bunny ears.
A very, very skimpy bunny suit clung to you like a second skin, all shiny black fabric and sheer tights that showed just enough to drive someone insane. The plunging neckline, the dangerously high cut of the bodysuit, the tiny bowtie collar around your neckâit was absurd. Ridiculous. And yet somehowâŚ
You looked stunning.
Geo froze in the doorway, one hand gripping the frame like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His trademark sarcasm, his quick wit, his effortless aloof expression? Gone. His brain? Absolutely empty.Â
His mouth opened like he wanted to say somethingâanythingâbut no words came out.
You noticed him then, spinning around so fast that your bunny ears flopped dramatically to one side. âGeo!â you shrieked, your voice an octave higher than usual. âWhat the hell are you doing? I thought you were on the couch.â
âWhat am I doing?â he echoed, his voice cracking slightly as his eyes flicked over you, up and down, up and down, like he couldnât stop himself. He quickly snapped his gaze upward, focusing on the very uninteresting ceiling. âWhat the hell are you wearing?â
You crossed your arms over your chest. âItâs for a charity event,â you muttered defensively. âCrowe asked me to help raise donations.â
Geoâs jaw clenched, his fingers twitching at his sides as he tried to keep his gaze anywhere but directly on you. His eyes betrayed him, though, darting back to your legs, your waist, yourâ âWhat kind of charity involves⌠that?â he asked, gesturing vaguely at your outfit like it was some kind of alien artifact.
You groaned, turning back to the mirror to adjust the bunny ears again. âItâs a themed event, okay? College students are more likely to donate if thereâs⌠I donât know, incentive?â
âIncentiveâŚ?â Geo repeated, âAnd Crowe ask you wear that? Crowe?â His tone was somewhere between disbelief and outrage. âWhat is wrong with him? Is he insane?â
âItâs not that bad,â you said defensively, though your voice wavered because, yeah, it was kind of bad. âItâs for a good cause!â
Geo crossed his arms, his lips pulling into a tight line. âNo. Nope. Not happening. Youâre not walking out of here dressed like that. I donât care if itâs for world peace.â
You threw your hands up. âWhat are you, my dad? Relax, Geo. Itâs fine.â
âFine?â He frowns, irritated, his eyes accidentally drifting downward before snapping back up to your face. He looked like he wanted to sink into the floor. âYou look likeâyouâugh, never mind.â
You raised an eyebrow. âI look like what?â
âForget it.â he sighed, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. âJust⌠just go change or something."
âI canât!â you said, exasperated. âThis is the whole point of the event!â
Geo groaned, dragging a hand down his face in pure exasperation. His usual sharp wit was dulled by whatever internal battle he was clearly losing. âWhy do I have to be the one to see this? Literally anyone else wouldâve been better. Anyone.â
You crossed your arms, giving him an incredulous look. âYouâre the only one with a car who wasnât busy,â you shot back, matter-of-fact as ever.
Geo huffed, throwing his hands up dramatically. âYou shouldâve just taken the bus, then!â
âAnd have creepy men ogling me the whole ride? Absolutely not,â you retorted, your tone sharp. âYouâre a much better option. Like it or not.â
âWell,â he muttered, clearly flustered as his hand shot to the back of his neck, his eyes darting anywhere but at you, âIâm regretting it now.â
You sighed, turning back to the mirror and fiddling with the bunny ears again, your patience wearing thin. âLook, if itâs that big of a deal, just wait outside. Iâll be done in a secâI just need to put on my shoes.â
For a moment, you thought he might actually listen. But then Geo took a step closer, his posture shifting. The embarrassment still lingered in his tense shoulders and flushed face, but there was something else nowâsomething almost⌠resolute.
Before you could ask what he was doing, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, turning you around so fast you nearly stumbled.
âGeo?â you asked, startled by the sudden intensity in his gaze.
He didnât answer. Instead, without missing a beat, he pushed you backward with a firm but careful hand, and your back hit the edge of your bed. You let out a startled gasp, barely managing to catch yourself as you propped up on your elbows.
âHey! What the hellââ
You froze as Geo knelt in front of you, his hand gripping your ankle firmly but gently. His other hand reached out for your heels, which had been discarded nearby, and he snatched them up with a quick, fluid motion.
âYou need to hurry up,â he grumbled, his voice low and laced with irritation as he slid the first heel onto your foot. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers brushing against your sheer tights as he adjusted the strap. His face, however, was a different storyâflushed red and rigid, like he was barely holding himself together. âSo justâshut up and let me handle it.â
You blinked, your mouth opening to protest but no words coming out. Geo hadnât spared you a glance, too focused on fastening the strap with a level of concentration that was almost comical.
âYouâreââ you finally managed, but your voice wavered as his hands moved to your other foot.
âAnd youâre taking forever,â he shot back, not missing a beat. His grip on your ankle tightened slightly as he secured the second heel, his eyes resolutely fixed downward.
Is he blushing?
Your eyes narrowed, âYou seem red there,â you teased, leaning back on your hands and watching him with a growing smirk. âWhat happened to all your sarcastic remarks, Mr. Smartass?â
âShut up,â he muttered through clenched teeth, still not looking at you as he finished adjusting the second strap.
His fingers brushed against your ankle again, lingering just a second too long, and you swore you saw his ears turn even redder. Deciding to test your luck, you slowly crossed one leg over the other, making the movement deliberately graceful.
Geoâs aquamarine eyes flicked up instinctively at the shift in movement, and when he realized what heâd done, he snapped his gaze away so fast it was almost whiplash-inducing.
âStop doing that,â he muttered, his voice lower now.
âDoing what?â you asked, feigning innocence as you tilted your head and batted your lashes at him.
âYou know what,â Geo shot back, his jaw tightening as he focused way too hard on the buckle of your heel, his fingers fumbling slightly.
âAw, is Geo embarrassed?â you teased, your voice dripping with playful mockery as you leaned forward slightly, one of your legs crossing just enough to invade his space. The toe of your heel pressed lightly against his chest, and you tilted your head, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. âI didnât think youâd get so flustered over a little outfit.â Â
Geo, ever the picture of calm composure, froze mid-motion. His hands, which had been casually adjusting the cuffs of his jacket a moment ago, were now completely still. For a second, it was like time itself had paused. Slowlyâdeliberatelyâhis gaze lifted, locking with yours. Â
Fuck.
His aquamarine eyes, normally narrowed and calculating, were different now. They seemed darker, more intense, clouded with something you couldnât quite place. It wasnât annoyance, nor was it the usual stoic indifference he wore like armor. Whatever it was, it had you swallowing hard. Â
The teasing smirk on your face faltered just slightly as curiosity crept in. You tilted your head to the side, your lips parting faintly as you tried to read him, to figure out what was going on behind that icy stare. âGeo?â you prompted softly, your narrowed eyes searching his face. Â
Still, he didnât look away. He couldnât seem to. Â
It was unnervingâand kind of thrilling, if you were honest. Normally, a jab like that would earn you a dry, sarcastic retort, something sharp-edged that would put you right back in your place. But this time? Nothing. Whatever comeback heâd had locked and loaded vanished the second your teasing grin softened into something more uncertain. Â
The silence stretched, tension thickening between the two of you like a coiled spring. You couldnât tell if it was your own heartbeat hammering in your chest or his, but the moment felt impossibly fragile. Â
âSeriously, say something,â you murmured, a hint of nervous laughter creeping into your tone. You pressed your foot just a little harder against his chest, trying to get any kind of reaction. âYouâre starting to freak me out.â Â
His gaze flicked briefly to your legâthe curve of your calf, the ridiculous heel perched at the end of itâbefore snapping back to your face. âYou shouldnât play games you canât win,â he said finally, his voice low and even.
Your breath caught for half a second. His hand moved, wrapping firmly around your ankleânot harshly, but with enough pressure to make your pulse skip a beat. With one smooth motion, he guided your leg away from his chest.
âYou donât get it,â he said suddenly, his voice quiet but firm, his tone a complete shift from his usual snark.
The intensity in his voice caught you off guard, and your expression faltered. â...Donât get what?â you asked, your playful tone slipping into something more hesitant.
Geoâs hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white as if he were trying to hold something back. He stood abruptly, the sudden motion making you flinch slightly. His eyes immediately flickered with regret at your reaction, and he took a deep breath, trying to collect himself.
âShit,â Geo muttered under his breath, running a hand through his already messy hair. His back was turned to you, but the stiffness in his posture betrayed his frustration. He exhaled sharply, shoulders rising and falling as though wrestling with something he couldnât quite say. Â
âGeoâŚâ you started softly, the sharp edge in your tone from earlier now replaced with concern. Â
âDonât,â he cut you off, his voice strained and hoarse, like the words were being dragged out of him. âWeâre not going to the charity event. Youâre staying here. End of discussion.â Â
You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. âWhat?â you exclaimed, still perched on the edge of the bed. âYou canât just decide that for me!â Â
He turned to face you, amber eyes blazing with a mix of irritation and something you couldnât quite place. âWatch me.â Â
Before you could react, Geo stalked toward your desk, snatched a hoodie draped over the chair, and swung it around your shoulders with surprising precision. His hands lingered just long enough to tug it snugly over your frame, the fabric swallowing the delicate silhouette of your bunny suit. Â
âYouâre not going anywhere in that,â he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. He stepped back slightly, his gaze flicking over you as though ensuring his makeshift cover-up was secure. âIf Crowe wants donations that badly, he can wear the damn bunny suit.â Â
Your jaw dropped, words caught somewhere between outrage and disbelief. âGeo, youâre being absolutely insane!â Â
âYeah, probably,â he admitted, flashing a grin that was more sharp edges than warmth. âBut at least Iâm not letting you walk into a room full of idiots who wonât be able to keep their eyesâor their thoughtsâoff you.â Â
Heat crept up your cheeks at his bluntness, and you folded your arms tightly across your chest. His words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding, and the tension between you grew like a palpable thing. Â
âYouâre seriously overreacting,â you muttered, but your voice lacked its usual bite. Â
âAm I?â Geo shot back, stepping closer. His towering frame cast a shadow over you as his gaze locked onto yours, burning with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. His voice dropped, low and deliberate. âDo you even realize howââ He stopped abruptly, his jaw clenching as if swallowing the words was the only way to keep them from spilling out. Â
âRealize what?â you pressed, your own voice barely above a whisper now, caught somewhere between defiance and curiosity. Â
Geoâs eyes darted to the floor, then back to you, before he let out a low, frustrated growl. In one swift movement, he stepped forward, his hands gripping your shoulders as he pushed you gently but firmly down onto the bed. Â
âGeo, what the hellââ Â
Your protest was cut short as he followed, his weight settling over you in a way that was far from aggressive but left no room for escape. His arms slipped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace as his head dropped to your chest. Â
The world seemed to stop as you felt the warmth of his breath against your collarbone. He didnât say a word, his face buried against you, his grip almost desperate. Â
You froze, your hands hovering uncertainly in the air. âGeo?â you murmured, your voice soft and unsure. Â
âJust⌠shut up for a second,â he muttered, his voice muffled against you. His tone was softer now, tinged with vulnerability that made your chest ache. âLet me have this.â Â
Your hands hesitated before they slowly lowered, one settling against his back, the other threading cautiously through his hair. His body tensed at first but then melted into yours, his hold tightening as if he were afraid youâd disappear. Â
âYou drive me crazy, you know that?â he mumbled, his voice raw and unguarded. âAnd not in the way Iâm used to handling.â Â
For a moment, neither of you moved, the weight of his wordsâand his closenessâstealing the air from the room. Whatever you were going to say died on your tongue as you let the moment stretch, the sound of his breathing steadying against you. Â
âOh,â you said finally, your voice quieter now, âYouâre not making any sense. Weâre going to be late for the event,â you murmured, trying to keep your tone soft but firm.
âGood,â he muttered into your chest without lifting his head.
âGood?â you echoed, your brows furrowing. âCroweâs going to kill us if we donât show up. And you promised to drive me, remember?â
âI donât care about Crowe or the stupid event right now,â he grumbled, his voice low and slightly muffled. âItâs not important.â
âNot important?â You leaned your head back against the bed in disbelief. âYouâre acting like the worldâs ending because of a bunny suit, Geo. Whatâs really going on?â
He finally lifted his head slightly, just enough to look at you. His amber eyes burned with an intensity that made your breath catch. âYou still donât get it, do you?â he asked, his voice low and gravelly, a mix of irritation and something deeper. âI donât want anyone else looking at you the way I am right now.â
Your heart skipped a beat, his words sinking in and leaving you momentarily speechless. âGeoâŚâ you started, but he didnât give you a chance to finish.
Instead, his arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer as his lips brushed the curve of your neck. You tensed under his touch, your breath hitching as his teeth gently grazed your skin.
âJust give me five minutes,â he whispered, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. His lips pressed softly against the spot heâd just bitten, lingering for a moment before pulling back slightly. âFive minutes, and then Iâll get up, and we can go. Deal?â
You blinked, trying to process what just happened, your body feeling like it was on fire where his lips had been. âGeo, thatâs notââ
âFive minutes,â he repeated, cutting you off. His tone was quieter this time, almost pleading as his eyes locked onto yours, filled with a vulnerability he rarely let you see. âPlease.â
Wow. Five minutes it is then.
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Eddieâs never been popular. Heâs never wanted to be popular. He loved being the freak who stood out. Heâs not going to conform to anyoneâs standards just to fit in.
He was never invited to house parties until they moved to Chicago. His coworker Trick told him about a house off of South Giles that threw parties almost every night. He swore up and down that the party rocked and that everyone would love him.
âCan I bring a friend?â Eddie asked.
âSure,â Trick said. âAs long as theyâre cool.â
âSo cool,â Eddie nodded. âHeâs my best friend.â
Eddie doesnât know where they went wrong. Steve was excited to go. He was excited to meet Eddieâs coworkers and his new friends.
And Eddie made a lot of new friends at these parties.
Every room he entered people were excited to see him. They gave him shots or a fresh beer. Patted him on the shoulder as they praised him. Eddie felt like he was on stage at a music festival.
This is where he was meant to be.
Everyone here matched his energy. His style. They were his community. He wasnât an outcast anymore. They were freaks together.
And sure, sometimes he lost sight of Steve. But he always found him at the end of the night.
So he doesnât understand where it went wrong.
Steve fell into Eddie. Eddieâs beer spilled on Steve. And Steve was in tears. They were just having fun⌠what happened?
Then there was the fight. Steve was going home.
âYou get home safe?â Eddie asked, taking a step back towards the house.
âNot like you care,â Steve said. âWeâre over, Eddie.â
âSteve ââ
âNo, go be the single guy youâve been telling everyone you are. Iâll be okay.â
And Steve turned and walked away.
Eddie shouldâve went after him. Shouldâve made sure he got home safe.
But the bus stop was less than half a mile away. He would be fine.
So he went back inside.
Itâs not like he wanted to tell everyone he was âsingle.â Sure, they like him, but that doesnât mean that they would accept him for being gay.
He guessed he didnât push the girls away when he should, but Steve never had an issue before.
Eddie was mad. So he drank more than he usually does. He agrees to go out for food afterwards, knowing Steve will be waiting for him when he gets home.
The lights were off when Eddie unlocked the apartment door. He slipped out of his boots, leaving them by Steveâs Nikes. He quietly made his way to the bedroom, slipping out of his jeans and into the bed next to Steve.
âIâm sorry about tonight,â Eddie whispered into the dark. âI know youâre mad. Weâll talk in the morning, okay?â
Eddie knew he wasnât going to answer. Theyâve gone to bed angry more times than heâd like. Theyâll make up in the morning, just like they always do.
But this time was different.
When Eddie woke up, he woke up alone. The bed cold where Steve wouldâve slept. He climbed out of the bed and slowly entered the living room. It was as quiet as last night.
Steveâs shoes werenât by Eddieâs boots.
A quick scan of the room made Eddieâs heart drop. Steveâs textbooks were missing. His bookbag. His jacket.
Quick on his feet, Eddie ran into the bedroom and opened the closet. It looked bare, the empty hangers mocking Eddie of his mistake. Steveâs voice echoing in his head. âWeâre over, Eddie.â
âShit â shit!â Eddie ran back to the kitchen, grabbing the phone off the handle. He had to look at the list of numbers on the fridge. He doesnât talk to Robin as much as Steve did. He dialed the number, tapping his foot on the ground anxiously as it rang.
âJones Hall,â the page answered.
âHi, uh, I need to talk to Robin Buckley, please,â Eddie said. âRoom 305.â
âPlease hold,â the page said, switching the call to the third floorâs phone. It rang and rang, and Eddie grew more and more anxious.
Then the phone clicked.
âHello?â A high pitched voice answered. Not Robin.
âHi â uh â I need to speak to Robin,â Eddie said again. âBuckley. Sheâs in room 305.â
âUh, okay, yeah,â the girl said. âHold on a second.â
There was a soft thud as the girl laid the phone on the desk. Eddie hoped Robin was in her room. That she knew where Steve was. That there was an ounce of hope left.
He could hear a voice as the phone was picked up. âThanks Becky,â Robin said to the girl, away from the receiver. Her voice became clearer as she turned her attention to Eddie. âHello?â
âBirdie, is Steve ââ
She hung up with a click.
Eddie listened to the dial tone, feeling his heart sank.
She knew.
Steve was safe.
Ideally, that meant she was harboring Steve in her dorm room. What if she goes back to her room and tells Steve, and he comes out and tries to call Eddie?
Eddie hung up the phone.
He stood there waiting for a call. He leaned against the fridge, sliding down as the minutes turned into an hour, then into hours.
The longer he waited, Eddie wasnât sure why he was even going to apologize. Sure, he probably shouldâve walked Steve home. Itâs late. It couldâve been dangerous, but theyâve seen monsters. He wouldâve been fine.
Was Steve really that mad that Eddieâs found a community? That Eddie was actually liked for once? That Eddie was the center of attention at a party and not King Steve?
By dark, Eddieâs anger flushed the worry out of his system. He went into his room and threw on a fresh pair of jeans and a shirt, then made his way back to the South Giles house.
He was greeted with cheers, instantly fixing his mood. Soon, the shots were flowing and the beers kept coming.
âSurprised to see you alone,â Trick said, handing a lit joint over to Eddie. âYou get rid of that loser roommate once and for all?â
Eddieâs brow furrowed. âWhat?â
âThat loser you were with,â Trick said, leaning against the wall. âWith the dumb polos that followed you like a lost dog. Thought you said he was cool.â
âHe is cool,â Eddie said slowly, handing the joint back to Trick. âThatâs my best friend.â
âDonât know why,â Trick shrugged. âSeemed like a total dumbass. Donât know how you put up with that loser ââ
Eddie didnât realize he swung until he saw Trick stumble backwards.
âWhat the fuck, Munson?â Trick snapped.
âThatâs my fucking boyfriend youâre shit talking,â Eddie gritted. He felt someoneâs hand push against his chest, trying to keep him back from Trick. âSay something again. I dare you.â
âSo what?â Trick said, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, smearing blood against his skin. âYou ditched him for us? Some boyfriend you are.â
âYeah,â Eddie huffed, stepping back. âIâm figuring that out.â
Eddie ran his hand through his hair as he pushed through the crowd. The rest of the evening felt like a blur as he walked to the bus stop, rode the 3 until he arrived home He took the phone off the hook, dialing the dormâs number again.
âJones Hall,â the page answered.
âCan I speak to Robin Buckley,â Eddie said. âRoom 305.â
âHold, please.â
The phone rang a few times before some giggly girl answered. âHello?â
âHi, can you leave a message for Robin in 305?â Eddie asked.
âUh â I can see if sheâs in ââ
âNo, I just need to leave a message,â Eddie said. âSheâs got a whiteboard on her door if you can ââ
âYeah, sure,â the girl said. âWhatâs the message?â
âIâm sorryâ from Eddie,â Eddie said. âHe â She will know what I mean.â
There was a pause. âOkay,â the girl said. âYou sure you donât want to talk to her?â
âIâm hoping I can say it in person,â Eddie said. âJust need her to answer me first.â
âSure. Good luck, Eddie.â The phone clicked as she hung up.
God. Eddie was gonna need it.
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context: taking a bath with bf Viktor (gender neutral reader) Iâd also like to add that this is my first time writing for a disabled character. Personally Iâm not disabled so I wouldnât know how that feels like, and it is not my intention to offend anyone or make Viktorâs disability the main focus in my writing. If anything is offensive or you guys have any tips or criticisms, I am happy to learn and fix anything!
warnings: nudity, nothing explicit though
character: Viktor from Arcane
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âIs it working?â you asked innocently from behind Viktor, hands on his shoulders as you gently massage his muscles. Maybe a bit too softly for Viktor, he knew why though, you were always scared to hurt him, ever since the surgery on his back you were always extra gentle during your massages. So he knew why your fingertips sometimes felt feather light against his muscles.
âOh uhm, yesâ he answers, having been lost in his own thoughts as he looked down at the floor. Thinking about hextech as usual, new ways to improve and understand it. Wishing he was at the lab with Jayce, he didnât like when you and Jayce wanted him to rest. âIâm feeling fine, letâs go to the labâ
âViktor noâ a sigh slips past your lips as you hold him down by the shoulders, making sure Viktor didnât get up from the bed. The room dimly lit by a few candles and the moon shining from between the curtains. âItâs lateââ
âJayce is probably thereâ
âSo youâd rather spend time with Jayce than me?â
âNo thatâs not what I said, itâs the hextechâ
Your eyebrows furrow and fingers stop working on his shoulders. âYouâd rather spend time working on hextech then spend time with me thenâ
He could hear the hurt in your voice and regretted his words. This wasnât the first time you two had discussed the lack of time you spent together as a couple. Yes you saw each other at the lab every day, but it wasnât like you were spending time with your boyfriend, it was spending time with your co-worker. âThatâs not what I meant, and you know thatâ Viktor looks over his shoulder at you, leaning his forehead against yours. âI just feel restlessâŚâ
You knew that, you always paid more attention to Viktor than anyone else. It wasnât because of his condition or anything , your gaze often just naturally wandered over to the pretty man. It was hard to take your eyes off of him, so you always saw the change of body language, knowing when he feels restless. âI know a way you could relaxâŚsince this massage clearly isnât helpingâ
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âAre youâŚjoining me?â Viktor asked softly, leaning on his cane as he looked down at the bathtub. A few bubbles covering the surface of the warm water.
You light the last candle, placing it by the sink before turning to him. âIf you wantâ
âI wantâ was all he said, letting his cane lean against the counter as he started to undress. Feeling your soft hands graze his skin as you help him, not like he necessarily needed the help to undress, but it was much appreciated. Today was just one of those days where everything seemed dull and dark, his body and mind both tired and restless at the same time.
With a little more help, Viktor sunk into the warm water of the bathtub, eyes closing as his mind wanders back to hextech. âI should be at the labâŚâ
âI will drown youâ
A small smile spreads to his lips as he cracks open his eye to watch you undress. His beautiful significant other, the person who had stuck with him through everything. Who puts up with him and his stubbornness every single day and turned it into something amusing instead. âYouâre beautifulâ he mumbles, the words said in his accent seemed to have an even bigger effect on you.
Clearing your throat to pretend like nothing, you slip into the water. Sitting on the opposite side of the tub, knees held to your chest due to the small space. âWe need to get a bigger bathtubâ you say after watching some of the water spill over the edge.
Viktor had closed his eyes again, the tips of his hairs also submerged in the water. He felt light, and warm. It helped soothe his aches and pains, even if it was only a little, it was enough to make him feel more laid back than usual.
Finding a wash cloth and some soap, you gently start to rub it against Viktorâs skin. Starting with his shoulders, you lift his arms slightly to make sure you get every part of his body. You knew Viktor liked when you did this, the smell of your body wash and the gentle touch against his skin was always comforting.
But it wasnât enough, wasnât intimate enough. Discarding the washcloth, you decided to use your hands only. Skin to skin contact, to feel his muscles and skin against your fingertips. The soap making little bubbles float to the surface of the water, covering up his bare body. Some of the bubbles getting stuck to his neck and chin, glistening in the flickering lights of the candles.
âYou okay?â You ask, just in case. He hadnât said anything and his eyes had been closed the entire time. The sound of his soft breathing and water droplets filling the room.
He opens his eyes slowly, golden brown eyes meeting yours. Eyelashes wet due to the steam. âYesâ he answered simply, lifting his arms out of the water and tracing his slender hands across your chest and stomach. Innocent and soft touches against your skin, he pulled you closer to him. Not satisfied until you laid down between his legs. âI want to stay like thisâŚyou must be tired tooâ
He was right, you were tired, you just didnât seem to realize until you felt how comfortable it was to lay against your boyfriend. You settle between his thighs and get into a more comfortable position, back rested against his chest. Viktorâs arms circling around your waist, holding you close and making sure you donât slip underneath the surface of the water. His chin resting on top of your head, your body felt so soft and warm against his.
When Viktor first moved to Piltover he never understood the pleasure in taking a bath. To simply sit and soak in the water when there was so much else to do. But his whole perspective changed when he started dating you. You changed him, made his life easier, made his life brighter. As much as he wants to work at the lab, to build hextech into something that can help people, you made him realize thatâs not all his life is about. So he tries to soak up every moment he has with you, and baths became a frequent routine in your relationship.
âVik, did you fall asleep?â You chuckle softly, hearing how his breath slowed and how his arms loosened around your body. âWe are going to turn into raisins if we stay here any longer, come on mister scientistâ
Viktor groans, mumbling something under his breath as you force him out of the tub. Though he had to admit the water was starting to get a little too cold for his liking. And even if he would have preferred to stay a little longer, he couldnât fight his smile as you tease him about his grumpiness.
âDo you enjoy making fun of a burnt out scientist, hm?â He teases back, throwing his towel over your head before starting to make a move to the bedroom. Still butt-naked, taking only his cane with him, the door to the bathroom wide open as he walks out. âI can feel you staringâ
âShut up!â You yell, though he wasnât wrong. Taking a few extra seconds to admire his back, the way some water droplets still slid down his skin from the tips of his hairs. It wasnât a view you could get sick of seeing easily.
After getting ready for bed, you join Viktor in the bedroom, seeing him already lay on the bed. Covers pulled up to his chin and eyes closed, though you knew he wasnât asleep, his little snores were hard to miss.
âOh to be a pretty sleeperâ
Viktor only smiles sleepily, feeling the bed dip underneath your weight. He didnât have to open his eyes or do anything, you naturally moved between his arms, molding to his body like a puzzle piece.
âSo the bath helped you relax?â
âIt does every timeâ
âMmm goodâ you nuzzle into his neck, breathing in the scent of your body wash. His skin still a little damp and warm, some of the wet strands of his hair sticking to your forehead. You could feel how Viktorâs body went limp in your embrace after a few seconds. The room filling with his soft snores. If he fell asleep so quickly you knew he wasnât lying, the bath really did do wonders.
âGoodnight VikâŚsleep well my loveâ
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â i believe in a thing called love
SUMMARY : dean thinks youâre playing a game but he slowly realises youâre not.Â
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), unprotected piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, edging, praise kink?, horninessÂ
WORD COUNT : 4.2k
A/N : title from a song by the darkness. this fills the square amnesia for my @jacklesversebingo card. Iâm sorry yall, I like cliffhangers đ (but thereâs a part two coming, yay!)
You donât remember ever waking up to a more warm and pleasant morning.
Usually, you woke up after sleeping however many hours you could have, and always felt like it wasnât enough. Your eyes burned with sleepiness, your body felt heavy with fatigue, and your mind was clouded with the darkness of unconsciousness.
Not this morning.
You felt light and warm, like the vapour of your too-hot shower. Your bed was soft and your sheets smelled of sweet and flowery fabric softener.Â
You opened your eyes to a room blanketed in complete darkness. There was not a window in sight for sunlight to slither into and your stomach sank slightly when you realised that you didnât know where you were. Or how you got to where you were now.
Your nakedness beneath soft, thin sheets made you feel vulnerable. You pulled the sheets up your body and started to get out of bed, only for the sheets to catch on something. No, on someone. A man who groaned gravelly and slightly tugged the sheets away from you.
Your eyes widened, your blood went cold with fear, and your body became hot with adrenaline. You froze as you thought of what to do and looked around to see if you could make any shapes while the darkness smothered you.Â
âCome back to bed, sweetheart,â he pleaded lazily, his voice thick with sleep making your skin prickle. He gave the blanket a lazy tug to encourage you, but you ignored him. You didnât know him, the audacity. You simply released the blanket and blindly made your way around the room for clothes that you must have left somewhere.Â
You heard him sigh tiredly, the blankets rustled when he shifted, and the room lit up with the quiet click of a lampâs switch and you yelped when you saw him, equally naked, in the bed. He sat up in alarm and looked around, before just staring at you in confusion.
His hair was a mess and he looked tired⌠but hot. His arms were thick and strong. His shoulders were broad and a familiar tattoo rested above his heart, beneath his collarbone. He wasnât ripped like someone who was obsessed with going to the gym and dieting. He was so damn fine. The thin blankets came lower down his hips when he sat up inquisitively. His stomach became taut and you could see the faint lines of his abs. At least you slept with someone hot and not some creep. Well⌠he could still be a creep.
âSweetheart, what are you doing?â He moved the blankets from his hips, subsequently flashing you his dick, when he began to get up and make his way to you.
âNo, stop!â You shouted, covering your eyes before deciding to cover yourself instead. He instantly obeyed and froze on the spot, bewildered. âCover your eyes,â you demanded exasperatedly.
âWhat? Why?â He asked, but he still covered his eyes with his hand. But who could blame you for quickly stealing a glance at his very pretty cock? âDid you start your period? Youâre not due for another two weeks.â You blinked at him, astonished and disoriented.
âUhhh, what? How do you even know that, dude?â You flushed with embarrassment.
âDude?â He lowered his hand to give you an irritated look. The only reason you didnât shout at him to look away was that he wasnât staring at you like you were a piece of cake. âItâs way too early for jokes.â He shook his head at you and turned around to sift through the tall dresser behind him. Your eyes hesitantly dropped to his perky ass and you forced yourself to look away before he turned to you.
Forgive me. I am just human.
âWhereâs my damned clothes?â You asked, leaning forward over the bed to drag the blanket towards yourself to cover up. He turned with a deadpan expression while he slipped his boxers up to his hips. But when you lifted your brows expectantly, he rolled his eyes at you and smiled sarcastically, flourishing his arms in front of the dresser.
He was kind enough to pull out a black shirt that looked like it was his, then pink women's underwear, and finally some colourfully striped socks. He handed them to you, but you backed away.
âNo, Iâm not wearing that,â you refused, looking disgustedly at the cotton underwear and the small socks.Â
âItâs yours,â he told you flatly.
âWhat do you mean itâs mine?âÂ
He blinked at you boredly and dropped the clothes on the bed to cross his arms across his very sexy broad chest. âAlright. How long are you gonna keep this up?â
âI⌠uh, what?âÂ
He smiled slowly and climbed up on the bed to get closer to you. Once he did, he reached for your waist and tugged you forward. Your heart thudded heavily in your chest and you clutched the blanket closer to your breasts. Even standing on his knees in the bed, he was taller than you.Â
âWhat game are you playinâ at, hmm?â He asked seductively, gently squeezing your side. Your lips parted slightly and your heart raced.Â
You studied his face, captivated by his beauty. The crinkles at the corner of his verdant eyes called to you when he smiled down at you. You could see he was doing the same. His eyes followed a path along your face until they landed on your lips. You couldnât help following the same path on his own with your eyes. After letting your eyes drift across the curve of his freckled nose, the line of his jaw, and the attractive stubble, your eyes fell to his pillowy lips.
His hand moved to your jaw. He looked playful and your heart sped up the longer he admired you. His calloused hand gently slid up your jawline to tangle his fingers in your hair until finally, he dipped down and kissed you. His lips felt soft against your slightly-chapped lips, but he didnât seem to mind.Â
His mouth moved lazily, yet expertly over yours. Your stomach fluttered and your breath hitched. As simple as it was, it felt amazing. His lips on yours sent waves of need and excitement through your body, electrifying your skin.Â
He clouded your mind with his kiss and your mouth slowly fell open. He cupped the back of your head in his hand and tilted his head, slowly becoming more firm and needy. Your hand released the sheet from your body and your hands found their way into his soft brown hair. He hummed lowly in appreciation and splayed his free hand across the bare skin of your back.
He carefully removed his hand from your hair, then you felt his hands move to the back of your thighs. He broke the kiss momentarily, his breath against your swollen lips made you dizzy as he hoisted you up. You clung to him, dazed and aroused, and he carefully dropped you into the bed again.
His knees parted your legs. You could feel your arousal dripping down as you were exposed to the roomâs cool air. He almost instantly pressed his hips to your wet core. You could feel the warmth of his hard cock against your pulsing clit. You moaned softly and he gave you a charming smile that heated your cheeks in response.Â
He leaned down to kiss you again. This time, his tongue pushed past your lips. The warmth and wetness of his saliva moved against your tongue. He did it as if heâd done a thousand times to youâshamelessly, with craving.Â
His lips moved passionately, firmly against yours. His tongue brushed over yours needily, lovingly. He tasted you with hunger and pulled away with heavy breaths, ignoring the string of spit connecting your lips to his.Â
He leaned forward again, except this timeâwhen you closed your eyesâyou felt his lips brush against your cheeks. His warm breath tickled your neck and ear, so shivers trickled through your body.Â
You squirmed beneath him and wiggled your hips longingly.
âIâm gonna make you come so hard on my tongue, baby,â he whispered. You cursed softly. Your cunt clenched with excitement at the thought of him doing to your pussy, what heâd done to your mouth. You almost didnât feel him press wet kisses down your neck until he sucked gently at your pulse.
He moved down your body slowly. Used his teeth, tongue, and lips on your flesh to hold you in his spell. He did it so precisely, fanning the embers to create a fire of desire that overwhelmed your body with lust.Â
His lips brushed against your nipple and your heart lurched. Heat pooled between your legs, followed by a warm wetness that you somehow knew would boost his ego.Â
âTell me what youâre thinkinâ,â he whispered against your breast before gently sinking his teeth around your nipple. His fingers pinched the other. How he expected you to respond was unclear as he teased your sensitive skin with his expert tongue and strummed at your flesh like a professional guitarist.Â
âHow did I end up here?â You replied quietly, carding your fingers through his short hair. He chuckled softly at your response, moved on from one breast to the other. His saliva on your abandoned nipple enhanced the coldness of the room, causing your skin to tingle.Â
His laugh was a whole other thing. Hot and deep. Everything about him seemed to be that way. Hot and deep.
His hand sneaked down to your ribs, your stomach, and stayed there. Warm, heavy, huge, and calloused. One hell of a man. You bet he could choke you with one hand.Â
You moaned softly at the thought and squeezed his sides with your thighs in attempts to alleviate your desire. It was futile, but you had a feeling thatâs how he wanted you. He smirked against your breast, you could feel the stretch of a smile on his sinful lips, and he finally moved on.
âYouâre so desperate today, arenât ya?â Amusement seeped into his voice, but there was nothing amusing about the way his hand finally moved between your legs. He slid his middle finger through your folds, slowly teasing your clit with ghostly touches. âAlways so wet, baby, fuck,â he moaned against your hipbone.Â
âPlease,â you whined, clutching his hair tighter. He sucked a lavender mark on your hips and slid his lips down to your pelvis.
âYeah?â He teased with a smirk. You loosened your grip on his hair, just slightly. His green eyes sparkled up at you, but all you could really focus on was his finger turning to two fingers that quickly dipped into your entrance to gather your excessive slick. âFuck.â Oh, God. No one should sound so hot saying that word, but your stomach seemed to flip excitedly when it sounded so pleased. âLook at that, sweetheart. Youâre soaked, itâs gonna be so easy for me to fuck you.â
âJesus Christ,â you whispered, your toes curled with excitement.Â
He parted your folds with his fingers and lowered himself to level his mouth with your dripping cunt. His warm breath on your wet heat made you squirm and your legs shamelessly opened wider for him. The Pied Piper of sex. Â
His eyes fluttered shut when he kissed your clit. You donât think anyoneâs ever done that to you before. To be fair, you canât remember much and you donât know if itâs because of his intoxicating sensuality or because of something much more serious. Quite frankly, you didnât care as he continued to kiss you down to your clenching entrance with hums of appreciation vibrating through your desperate core.
âPlease,â you laughed breathily, weakly attempting to pull his face closer between your legs. He perked up even more at that, and flicked his tongue against your clit, perfectly striking a nerve like a chord that resonated through your entire body and made you quiver.Â
He flattened his tongue from your aching pussy to your clit, slowly and loudly savouring the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He did it over and over before settling for lapping at your entrance where your arousal puddled. His moans were husky and praising.
You gently weaved your fingers through his hair and panted heavily. His nose nudged at your pulsing clit and his tongue pushed into your fluttering pussy.Â
âFuck, please,â you whimpered, tightening your grip on the hair at the top of his head. He hummed against your core and roughly licked his way up to your clit. Quick flicks of his tongue on your clit made you writhe with pleasure. Curses slipped from your lips and all you could think about was the sensation of how wet your pussy was with his spit and how close to coming you were again.
You felt one of his fingers slowly push inside your cunt. He worked you open carefully with one thick finger plunged deep inside you and simultaneously began to suck on your clit. Your body became tense; you were right on the edge of your orgasm, but he moved away from your aching cunt to quickly kiss his way up your flushed body, to reach your lips.Â
âI wanna come,â you pleaded quietly, staring profoundly into his greedy eyes.Â
He chuckled playfully at you and slowly pushed a second finger inside you. His breath fanned over your lips and you traced the slick of your pussy on his smug mouth with your eyes. He stroked your walls slowly, skilfully pressing the pads of his fingers into the sensitive depths of your cunt. You clamped down in desperation for him to press over and over into your g-spot, but he wasnât merciful. He wanted you to feel the length of his fingers moving deeply inside you.Â
âSay my name,â he murmured against your lips. You squeezed his hips with your knees as you squirmed restlessly. Again, he made you delirious with pleasure after a request so you could do anything but properly think. He angled his fingers into that delicious spot inside you, but the buildup of your climax was as torturously slow as the stroke of his fingers.Â
âYour name?â You gasped mindlessly, closing your eyes to focus on feeling him being in all the right places. His lips brushed against yours, ignited your body like a spark to hot-wire a car. His thumb pressed gently into your clit and he slowly drew circles.Â
âDean,â he whispered bewitchingly against your lips. You felt his arm press into the pillow beside your head and he tenderly brushed your hair away from your neck.Â
âDean,â you moanedâbegged, heart hammering in your chest at his tenderness. His response was instant, with his lips pressed against yours, numbing your mind once more, but a third finger slid into your pussy so you nearly toppled off the edge again. After a few thrusts that left you moaning wantonly against Deanâs mouth, his fingers disappeared from inside you. âGod,â you cursed in irritation.
Soon, the entirety of his warmth was gone from your body. His bruising kiss left you breathless and thoughtless, but you managed to open your eyes to watch him lower his boxers with his thumb hooked at the stretchy waistbandâleaving himself completely bare again.Â
Dean bit his lip as he stroked his cock with his fingers coated in your slick. He seemed more than happy to have you watch. And you were more than happy with staring at the girth and length of him in his hand. His cock was pretty, beautiful evenâif you could even imagine. Throbbing. Leaking precum at the tip so your mouth watered for a lewd long moment. You bit your lip and wondered what he tasted likeâhopefully as good as he looked, how heâd fuck your mouth if you asked him to.
The sight of him like this made your arousal skyrocket.Â
âWhat do you want, sweetheart?â He asked breathlessly, slowly making his way closer between your legs.Â
The thought of his cock stretching you out instantly drove you crazy.Â
Once he was close enough, he leaned over you again with his arm beside your head again. He slid his hot cock through your folds and your breath caught in your throat. He moaned softly. You tore your eyes from where he coated you in his precum repeatedly.Â
âI want you⌠inside me,â you replied bashfully, heat flared up to your ears and you squirmed involuntarilyâdesperate to be fucked as you ruined the sheets beneath you with your slick. But over and over he teased your clit with slippery circles of his tip that began to build your resolve. He wasnât going to let you finish and you knew it.Â
âWhich part of me?â Of course heâd do that.Â
You became frustrated quickly and remained quiet to think of your next move. Dean had taken you to a point where your confidence was merely pent up sexual frustration.
You sat up and climbed into his lap without a single thought. As shamelessly as heâd touched you, you gripped the base of his cock. His lips parted and his eyes widened in pleasant surprise when you took his chin between your fingers and kissed him hard. He gave you full control and released his dick so his hands could find your hips instead and pull you closer.Â
He felt heavy in your hand, the throb and heat of him made your grip tighten in anticipation. He moaned against your mouth when you slowly stroked up his silky skin, slick with his precum. You thumbed at the slit, smeared his excitement around the head of his cock, and sucked his bottom lip into your mouth.
Dean groaned softly and squeezed your hip. He slowly let himself lay on his back and pulled you down with your lips still locked in a breathy and covetous kiss. You twisted your hand upwards, faster, and emphasised the movement of your fingers beneath the head of his cock. He pulled away slightly with a gasp and found his place between your legs to run a teasing finger through your drenched folds.Â
âIâm gonna fuck you so hard⌠wanna bury myself inside of you,â he murmured against your lips.Â
âOh, fuck,â you gasped instantly against his parted mouth, âyes.â
Dean kissed you hard and replaced your hand on his cock with his own again. He pulled away to catch his breath with you. Using his other hand, he brushed your hair out of the way and continued to pant for breath. He watched between your bodies, his throbbing cock in his hand, but you only watched himâcuriously and longingly. He stroked himself slowly and he cursed under his breath when the tip finally breached the wet opening of your vagina.
Your breath hitched, but his name managed to slip out quietly. He hummed in satisfaction when you slowly lowered yourself on him. The delightful stretch of having him inside you weakened your knees and your pussy tightened around him. He thrusted upwards slowly, sliding his cock further into your wet heat, perfectly stroking your g-spot.
You pulled away a small distance and watched him become utterly enraptured. His freckled cheeks were tainted a deep red that spread up to the tips of his ears and down to his neck like a wildfire. He looked so fucking beautiful. His brows furrowed in concentration and his plush lips parted to release soft groans of pleasure that made your pussy throb around him greedily.Â
His eyes fluttered open and he leaned up slightly to reach your lips. He managed to land a small peck before you started lifting yourself up and down on his cock. A broken moan from him made you smile devilishly. He fell back into the mattress and squeezed your hips roughly.
âDammit, you feel so fuckinâ good,â he praised breathily. You hummed softly and wrapped your hands around his wrists to guide his hands up to your breasts before bouncing on his lap faster, building a more steadfast rhythm.Â
âI love the way you feel, too,â you moaned softly, aroused at the sound of Deanâs cock entering your wet pussy and your skin hitting his when he was buried so deeply inside you the breath was nearly punched out of your lungs in surprise.Â
âYouâre so unbelievably beautiful,â he continued to worship quietly, pinching almost painfully at your nipples, then teasingly brushed the pads of his thumbs over themâmaybe soothingly. You moaned and leaned back with your hands on his thighs the closer you got to your orgasm.
One of Deanâs hands moved away from your breast to slowly slide down the front of your body. You watched him stare up at you, adoring you with his touch and lauding you in between groans and gasps of ecstasy. He squeezed your thigh encouragingly and cursed at the way you clenched your cunt around his sensitive cock.Â
You allowed yourself to close your eyes and let the pleasure of riding him saturate your mind and body. His hands moved along your body, praising without words when all he could do was groan and pant lewdly at your enthusiastic fucking.Â
He kneaded your breasts, squeezed your flesh, scratched gently at your skin. You were teeming with bliss and you were embarrassingly wet, but everything about him made you pathetically horny and he appeared to absolutely love every second of it.Â
Deanâs hand finally moved between your legs to find your clit and rub it continuously. His hips bucked upwards when you whined his name and clamped down on his cock as you orgasmed. Your body shook above him and he hummed low in his throat, partially amused, but mostly satisfied.Â
His thumb rubbed furiously at your clitâdilating the duration of your orgasm, intensifying itâand only stopped when you couldnât handle it anymore. Your whimper and the way you weakly draped your body over his with your forehead pressed into his warm shoulder, stopped him.
You couldnât process much after that, but soon your face was pressed into his pillow and your pussy was getting filled again with his cock. His fingers bruised your hips and you gasped out moans as your second orgasm began to build.Â
"Shit, you love it like this, don't you, sweetheart?" You were flustered by the soppy sound of your cunt every time he pounded into you from behind, but you were partially grateful that he was close to finishing. A perplexing, carnal part of you wanted him to keep ploughing into your pussy until you ached.
âFuck, youâre such a good girl,â Dean praised gruffly. You only whimpered brokenly in response as he fucked you through the squelch and wetness of your second orgasm. Your toes curled with the unbelievable sensation that seized your body when you felt his cum fill you with warmth. His release slipped between your thighs in a mixture with yours and you cried his name as your walls pulsed around his throbbing cock.Â
Dean released you and your body sank completely into the soft mattress. He panted against your shoulder and murmured praises with his comforting hands sailing along your body.Â
Your mind slowly returned to the real world and the beat of your heart slowed to its normal rhythm. You were exhausted and you wanted to clean yourself up, but Dean had other plans for you: staying in bed and cuddling.
You willed yourself into getting up out of his bed. You sat upâhis arm loosely around your waistâand became aware of the lack of windows and the wooden stake that rested at the far end of the little platformâa shelf reallyâhe had above his bed next to a little fan.Â
âUmâŚâ you trailed off, wiggling out of his arm to slide out of the messy bed.Â
âYouâre seriously not gonna stay in bed?â He questioned you as you looked around, attempting to ignore the rest of your mixed release dripping from between your legs. You felt his fingers move between yours, then a sharp tug pulled you back in bed. Your legs were shaky so you ended up right back where he wanted you to beâin his embrace.Â
âYeah,â you laughed awkwardly. You squirmed and wiggled until he finally released you, âI donât know you and I need to⌠get back⌠somewhere, home.â He sat up on his side and stared at you blankly for a few seconds. No, heâs too beautiful.Â
You looked away and decided to pull âyourâ clothes from where heâd thrown it to get something to cover your body now that your post-orgasmic brain was becoming logical and self-conscious.Â
âBabe, drop it, weâll play that game later,â he dismissed you with a cute snort. You groaned at him when he snagged his shirt from your hands. He slowly peppered kisses along your neck and shoulder and you were unable to fight him.
âDean, Iâm serious,â you tried weakly and gripped his hair to pull him away as gently as you could. You turned to look at him again and he backed off. âLook at me and tell me if Iâm lying to you.â He rolled his eyes but held your gaze for a few moments as he contemplated you.Â
You saw the amusement on his handsome face but you continued to frown. The amusement faded into perplexity and concern.Â
âAh, shit,â he muttered.
â> stone flower
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fem!reader x bangchanÂ
synopsis: you start your new job at a book cafe and start falling for your coworker.Â
warnings: đ!!! friends to lovers ?, praise, nipple play, oral (f!rec) multiple orgasms (f!rec), protected and unprotected sex (be safe pls they tried), creampie, use of the name baby, she/her, brat!reader kinda, whiny chan, choking (m!rec), spitting, cum eating, alcohol use, slight overstim (f!rec), prob forgot some sorry
wc: 7.4k big oops lol kinda lost the plot
 an: breaking the norm from my regularly scheduled yeonkai post lol feedback is appreciated :)) not proof read sorry! [m.list]
you were nervous for your first day of work, worrying teeth leaving your lips red and sore. when you applied you thought it would be easy money, slow shifts where you could study at the register, the coffee shop attached giving you one free drink a shift. it was perfect but your anxiety was eating at you the entire walk to the bookstore. even the location was perfect, three minutes on your bike, a few more to walk. you didnât even need to pick up new clothes, your usual attire fully excitable as long as you had your nametag visible.Â
the store won't open for another hour but you need to come in early to go over the basics. Your boss told you that although he wasn't going to be there his best employee would show you the ropes. When you get to the building the door is locked and you have to knock on the glass to try and get someone's attention but you can't see anyone from where you are. When someone does notice you you're pacing the sidewalk picking at your nail polish. âso sorry about that i forgot you were coming in early today,â the accented voice mutters, the ding of the bell making you turn around.Â
âIt's okay,â you nod after a second. The man before you smiles, dimples and teeth on display, devastating enough to take someone out with a single glance. He holds the door open with his palm spread wide, still standing in the doorway so that when you pass you have to brush against his chest with your shoulder.Â
âI'm Chan, I work at the cafe most days now but I was told you would be working the store register and stocking?âÂ
âYes that's right,â you nod, taking in the small store, the dark hardwood floors creaking underfoot as you move further in. You had loved the store since your freshman year of college. The cafe at night was one of the only places that sold caffeine until late, the warm ambient lighting making it cozy. Even now with the morning light pouring in through the floor to ceiling glass windows, it was comforting, the smell of the freshly brewing pots of coffee waking you up.Â
âGreat, I worked that job for a while so I should be the best help with setting you up,â Chan pulls the door closed behind you, locking back up. He moves around you waving to follow after him to the back room. To get there we have to weave through the stands of books laid out on tables and stacked on shelves and you feel in over your head looking at all the inventory. âfor the most part it's mostly register work. When we get a new release it goes out on the front tables and then the old ones get pushed back to the shelves. nothing too major. I'm sure once you get a hang of it you will be very bored,âÂ
âIt's okay I brought homework,â you say, lifting your tote at your side.Â
âahh, good idea. and if you get bored of homework you could come mess with me at the cafe, I'm always trying to come up with new drinks although I've been told by the other baristas that I'm not very good at that,â he chuckles deep in his throat before turning a corner and pushing open another door. âbreak room and the cubbies for your stuff. I haven't had anything stolen but if you're worried the front has enough space under the counter for your bag or even if you want to have easy access to your books that's fine too,â he gestures at a desk in the corner, âyou clock in and out there, I'm sure you were told how to set up your checks to be deposited?âÂ
âYes,â you nod trying to pay attention to all the information.Â
âOkay great so let's get your name tag I think it'sâŚoh here! there you go,â he passes you the little magnetic tag for you to put on. you glance at his name tag, the koala sticker faded but still cute. âThen let's see the register and go over that before we open the store, it's a Monday so we are usually really slow so during your shift we can walk around and go over the sections but the computer will tell you where to find most any book here. there is also a map taped to the counter to help customers so you can see that to help you,âÂ
âgot it, thank you,â you follow Chan out and the rest of the hour goes by with him cracking jokes and pointing out what shelves hold what books. When it was time for the doors to be unlocked it was anticlimactic because you only went back to having no one in the shop but the two of you. chan sitting on the stool behind his register for the cafe and you sitting on yours directly across the room. Chan had a book propped up to pass the time and you got started on your homework. your nerves are now officially gone with how calm it was going.Â
Even when customers did come in, you breezed through it, Chan's watchful eye not prying but comforting enough to know he would swoop in and help if it was ever necessary.Â
When another slow lull came and there were no customers Chan called across the short distance to ask you your coffee order, âI may be bad at coming up with new drinks but that doesn't mean I don't make mean drinks to begin with,â that dimpled smile hitting you right in the stomach.Â
âsurprise me I'm okay with anything when it's free,âÂ
âbest perk about the job,â he agrees, turning to make you your drink. When he is done he brings it over to the register a small grin on his face as he passes the warm drink over. âgo on try it,â
you take a sip humming your approval, âOh wow that's really good,â there was no lid on the paper cup to show off his latte art, the heart feathering out to where your lipstick stain hugs the rim. you wipe at the corner of your mouth catching the stray foam on your thumb and licking it off.Â
chan is stuck watching your every move, all day he's been finding it hard to concentrate on anything he's doing. he was trying to play it cool even after your introduction, but he was caught the moment you turned around when he opened the door, your perfume making him want to lean in when you brushed past him. It didn't help that he was right across from you all day, the perfect seat for him to make sure you weren't struggling although that was an excuse because he knew how easy the job was he just wanted to watch you.Â
Now you're basically moaning over something he made and he feels bad for having any thoughts about you. then you swipe at your lip, thumb in your mouth, how is he supposed to think about anything else?Â
âcinnamon and apple?â you ask your gaze so attentive.Â
âwarm and cozy,â Chan smiles watching as you take another sip that hum caught right in the back of your throat and he wishes he could swallow the sound himself. but the jingling of the bell by the door jolts him back to reality. âlet me get back,âÂ
âThank you!â you call after him while the customers make their way through the shelves. Chan waves your words away,âAnytime,âÂ
later when both of your replacements come in for their shift Chan helps show you how to clock out and where you can find your schedule. âlooks like we have morning shifts together,â he comments, âI'll have to give you my number so when you get to the door I can let you in,â it's an excuse really he could leave the door unlocked after he gets in, no one ever tries to come in that early anyways most of their customers come to study after class.Â
âsure that works perfectly,â you smile unlocking your phone and passing it over, he does the same and you type your number in for him.Â
âbest barista?â you laugh when you see the name he plugged in.Â
âSeungmin might not like that but who cares,â he chuckles, âbest AM barista might be better,âÂ
you both walk out together and you notice you're headed in the same direction, âdo you live over on Sixth?âÂ
âyeah, do you?âÂ
âthe first apartment building on the corner,âÂ
âMe too!â The two of you were a few steps away from each other and Chan took the opportunity to catch up. âofficial walking buddies now? can't change fate,âÂ
âyeah okay,â you laugh, falling into step next to him.Â
âThe boss said you were in school, the campus right up the road?âÂ
âyeah, I have a lab at five actually,âÂ
âThe shop is the perfect job for you then, my classes are also kinda late in the day so I get it,â he ruffled his hair and pushed back the strands from his forehead only to have them fall right back into place. The two of you make comfortable conversation until you make it to the lobby of your apartment building, Chan holding the door open for you before you press the elevator button.Â
when you two make it into the elevator you ask him, âWhat floor?â as you press your own button.Â
The space is small and he leans over to see the button panel, body heat, and his colleague filling the space. and you didn't mind it at all, he smelled like a mix of baked goods and sandalwood. âlooks like we live on the same floor,â he chuckles, pulling back to stand straight. both of you are silent eyes trained ahead as you mutter, âSmall world I guess,âÂ
âVery,â he nods, chewing on the corner of his bottom lip. When the elevator dings and opens you wave goodbye as you both move down the opposite halls. He was about three doors down and when he got his key in he looked up with a smile waving before walking in. When you close the door to your apartment you lean against the door letting out the longestsigh you could muster. of course, your hot coworker shares your schedule and lives right down the hall. of fucking course.Â
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The following morning you're tugging on your coat, pulling the door closed and your tote bag keeps sliding down your shoulder. You're muttering profanities quite enough as you try to get the key into the lock when you don't hear Chan approach. you flinch so hard you think your heart stopped. âYou scared me!â and Chan's giggling reached out for your tote bag pulling it from the crook of your arm where it kept falling.Â
âI'm sorry I thought you heard me say good morning,â he slings your bag over your shoulder as you finally lock the door.âI was running a bit late so I thought why not just wait anyways since we are headed to the same place?â he's a little shy as he says it following you to the elevator, âalthough I know that defeats the purpose of giving you my number but you know thought that counts and everything right?â he's rambling his grip on the tote bag strap turning white-knuckled, his free hands at the back of his neck messing with his hair.Â
âThat works perfectly with me and I can carry my own bag,â the elevator dings as you say it and Chan shakes his head stepping in before you holding his hand out so the doors stay open.Â
âI don't know how you carry this thing around its like a bag of rocks it's so heavy,âÂ
âtextbooks,â you correct, leaning over him to press the lobby button. âalthough you're right I should get a better bag to carry them around but that one is so cute,â you run your fingers over the design that made you buy the tote in the first place, âeverything is worth the struggle as long as its cute,âÂ
âagreed,â Chan nods, watching your fingers run up and down the fabric, your nails painted the prettiest shade of blue and he has to swallow to push away his thoughts of you wrapping your hand around him. but the image won't fade so he shakes his head trying to think of all the things he needs to do to set up for the day.Â
He holds the door open for you the same way he had your first day, letting you brush past him only this time he's following you to clock in watching your hips sway in your skirt all the way to the break room. and when the day starts to go by he tries not to look your way as you press your pen to your lips every once in a while jotting down notes in the margins on sticky notes. watching you smile up at customers and helping them.Â
chan brings you a coffee halfway through your shift when it is slow, this time it is sweet with caramel, âoh wow definitely best AM barista material,â you nod licking the whipped cream from your top lip. he flushes a deep red chuckling, âits nothing,â but he was starting to realize he would learn any drink combo to hear that hum over and over again.Â
and when you're walking home together you laugh at his dad jokes making his heart flutter, he already can't wait until tomorrow to see you.Â
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You've been working at the store for about a month, and your routine is always the same. Chan waits by the elevator for you to walk, he makes you a new drink halfway through your shift, walks you back and you do it all over the next day. you realize it's the best part of your day and when you have the day off you're stuck wondering what Chan's doing, if he's wondering the same thing about you. it's late on one of your off days when he texts you, do you smell that or is that just my side of the hallway? and you know exactly what he's talking about.Â
someone was cooking dinner in their apartment and the savory smell was wafting through from under the door making you hungry.Â
definitely smelling something good if that's what you're asking
I think it's the people in front of me. Would it be wrong to show up with a bowl and ask for some?
not if you ask really really nicely I'm sure they will cough some upÂ
no, I'm too shy if they reject me I won't be able to ever leave my place againÂ
I'll bring my own bowl they can't turn away both of us if we begÂ
seriously tho are you hungry because I'm starving and Seungmin texted me the cafe specials menuÂ
You're sure Chan would be able to hear you squeal all the way in his apartment. It wasn't a full-on offer out but it was close enough and your fragile little heart was consumed with its crush on Chan. he had you kicking your feet like a school girl and you couldn't help but smile.Â
The best PM barista does make a mean sandwichÂ
be ready in 5?Â
if he didn't hear you before the whole floor definitely did now. you jumped up from your couch to get ready. Maybe it was nothing, just two friends, coworkers, even going out, to your place of work, for a casual dinner. only you could tell yourself that all you wanted but it didn't stop your excitement. sure you saw Chan nearly every day but not usually when you weren't already scheduled to see each other. only once when you were both crossing paths in the lobby and that didn't count because you were late to class and rushing and he was with a friend, but that didn't stop the butterflies you felt when he gave you a wave and smile as you passed.Â
You were ready in five minutes pulling your door closed to find Chan leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, a dark jean jacket over a hoodie, his jeans fitting him just right. âready?â he asked, pulling himself up to his full height.Â
âyup,â it's a squeak as you say it, your cheeks colored in embarrassment. He was wearing a beanie with his ears peeking out from under the fabric. When you stepped outside you realized how cool it was outside, your thin sweater doing you no good.Â
Chan holds the door open for you to lead the way, your arms crossed before you feel the heavy weight of his jean jacket slung on your shoulders. âYou look a little cold there,â he smiles and you push your arms through the warm sleeves. it smells like him without the coffee scent usually following him after a shift.Â
âthank you,â your fists wrapping around the oversized sleeves.Â
When you make it to the cafe it's filled with light chatter, the golden glow from the lamps making the hardwood look shiny as you both stand in line for the cafe. your other coworkers behind the counters joking around as they make drinks and call out orders. You have gotten to know most of them when you have an occasional late shift but not as well as you got to know Chan. That was mainly because you two didn't have many customers in the morning time and you could talk even across the store without worrying about someone listening or scolding us. The night shifts were busy and most of the time a little loud.Â
When you make it to the counter seungmin's warm smile greets you, âI know you,â he points but you can't miss the way his gaze falls to the jacket you're wearing and back to Chan his eyebrows raising but he doesn't ask.Â
âWe are here because I heard Chan's trying to come for your title of best barista,âÂ
âhe can't make a coffee to save his life,âÂ
âHey! I make excellent coffee,âÂ
âBecause I taught you,â the smug smile on Seungmin's face made his cheeks round. âwhat can I get you two?âÂ
You both order reaching for your bag when you feel Chan's hand in the pocket of the jacket you are wearing. He is standing behind you, one hand on your arm and the other wrapped around to pull his wallet from where it's at your hip. âI got it,â he mumbles so close to your ear you almost shiver. âyou can get it next time,âÂ
you give a slow nod trying to catch your breath before Seungmin asks, âHey are you two coming out with us tomorrow night? they opened this new club downtown we wanted to go try,âÂ
âoh I don't know,â you shrug and Chan adds, âI'll go if you go,â he looks almost hopeful for you to say yes.Â
âWell then sure why not? we can Uber there together,âÂ
âperfect i'll let the guys know,â Seungmin hands over the receipt with your order number, âshould be out in a few,âÂ
âThank you,â you and Chan say together, moving to the other side of the counter to wait for your things. When they come out Chan takes the tray and when you think he's going to turn to one of the empty tables he keeps going over to the bookstore side. you follow after him as he weaves his way to the break room.Â
âkinda loud out there,â he says, setting the tray down on the little table they have set up.Â
âDefinitely different from how we usually see the store in the morning,â you agree, pulling out a chair to sit. The break room wasn't like most other breakrooms you had been to in other jobs. this one was set up like a cozy office, the building was old and well-kept enough to make every space look cozy. the lamp in the corner of the room giving the warm glow the others made in the cafe. you take a sip of your fruity drink not picking out a coffee this late when you didn't need the aid for an all-night study session. ânow this is really good,â you say nodding down at your straw.Â
ânew menu item I haven't tried yet,â Chan sips his drink, an iced tea. âthis one's good too, try it,â he slides his glass across the table toward you.Â
Chan watches you take your sip from his drink, the hum he loves showing itself for the second time tonight. âgood?âÂ
âAmazing, here try mine,â and so he does, nodding in approval.Â
the two of you chat not even noticing how late it's getting by the time you're done and taking the tray back out to the cafe. most of the building is cleared of people, seungmin wiping down the counters when you leave. It's noticeably colder outside and you wrap your arms around yourself happy to have chanâs jacket for warmth or you would have had a cold the next morning for sure. Neither of you asked if this was in fact a real date or something between friends. you don't even notice that you have taken his jacket back to your apartment until you're changing for bed and realize you never took it off.Â
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The next morning when you leave for work you pass it back to Chan who smiles as he takes it back. âThank you for that last night,â you say waving your hand as if you could cut through your embarrassment. Why was it that crushes made you feel like everything you did was so awkward? you were returning a jacket for crying out loud. It was totally normal, especially between friends but you couldn't help but blush.Â
for the rest of the day, you two fall into your routine. Towards the end of your shift, a customer knocks over a display of books and you assure them you will pick them up once you're done checking them out, and it's no problem at all. Once they leave you bend to get the books picked up and Chan can't look away. you're wearing a skirt, the simple black panties you're wearing flashing him every once in a while as you reach over. He doesn't even notice he's overfilled the coffee cup in front of him until the coffee splashes down to his shoes. âoh fuck,â he mutters catching your attention as you restack the books. hes red from his cheeks to his ears as he wipes up the mess. but as he pushes the black rag around he can only think about you bending over, the fabric of your underwear hugging your skin dimpling the flesh of your ass. now he's over-wiping the counter thinking about it, so lost in thought he doesn't notice you come up to stand right at the till. âguess we both are having messy days,â your voice pulling him from his thoughts and he stammers over his words, ây-yeah messy,âÂ
but the word only fuels him, if anything was to be messy it needed to be you, he wanted too badly to make a mess of you.Â
âI just saw the next shift workers walk in. Are you ready to head out?âÂ
âyes yes let me just put a lid on this, do you want anything to go?âÂ
âNo, I'm good I don't need all that caffeine before heading out for drinks tonight,â Chan had forgotten about that but now he was thinking about what you were going to wear, about what it would be like going anywhere else besides work and the apartment building with you.Â
When it's time to leave for drinks that night you text Chan you're ready and you book the Uber to come pick you two up.when you lock the door to your place and turn around to find Chan there you could have fallen to your knees at how downright edible he looked. those slouchy jeans showing a thin strip of the elastic to his underwear, the black tank hugging him in all the best places under his leather jacket. you wanted to hook your finger in the loop of his jeans and tug him to you and never let him go, link him to you like he was a keychain you couldn't remove easily. and his eyes were tracing up your bare legs, over the short ruffled shorts you wore, your own tank hugging you giving you the best cleavage. Chan's blush was so contradictory to his outfit and it made him so much cuter, eyes jumping to yours to not make it obvious that he was checking you out just as much as you were checking him out. âcars out front,â you say brushing past him.Â
at the club, Chan could not stop watching you.Â
you were sitting in the booth next to him and seungmin, lips around the straw of the drink in your hands, paying all your attention to Felix talking about a customer who gave him a hard time.Â
âhe just kept asking for a blue book over and over and I could not tell you how many blue books I pulled off the shelves for him,â your giggle was more intoxicating than anything in that room.Â
âDid you find it?âÂ
âno! he walked out on me and to this day I question if he was just fucking with me or not,âÂ
The rest of the group was finally showing up and the booth was only so big. Chan rested his arm behind your head scooting until his leg was flush against yours so that the rest of them could fit comfortably. He hated how jealous he was feeling as you paid everyone more attention than he was getting. and when Hyunjin asked you to dance he could have ground his teeth to dust. âsure!â your drink is empty in front of you.Â
you were in the middle of the booth and Hyunjin was on the end so he stood making room for the others to move but they didn't hear the request over the sound of the music. âJust jump over,â seungmin laughed but you followed his suggestion like it was the best idea, mostly because you were a little tipsy and needed to be out of the booth after being squashed in it for over an hour. you brought your knees up to your chest before putting your hands on Chan's shoulder to push yourself up to stand on the seat. As if you were a beacon all of them turned to watch you if they weren't listening before they would be now. Chan's hand reached out to your thigh to steady you, the warmth of his palm sinking right to your stomach. there were only two people besides you to jump over and both of them leaned back as Hyunjin reached his hands out to help you. you laughed as you jumped over, hyunjin's hands on your waist helping you most of the way but the second Chan's hand was gone you wanted it back.Â
Hyunjin pulled you to the dance floor keeping you within the eye line of the table. the bodies of everyone pushing you and Hyunjin together until you were completely pressed with your back to his front. âWant to make Chan jealous?â his mouth pressed into your ear so that you could hear him over the music.Â
âWhat?â hyunjin's hand slid over your waist right where your tank top met the top of your shorts.Â
âWe have a bet going that he won't last two songs until he's dragging you away from me,â Hyunjin guides your hips to grind against him and your eyes flicker to find Chan's gaze burning into you two. if looks could kill Hyunjin would be six feet deep.Â
âhe won't fall for it,â you shake your head but not for wanting to see if it actually would work.Â
âwant in? or do you not like him like that? because he sure as hell likes you like that I mean look at him,â and you do, the rim of his glass pressed to his bottom lip, eyes devouring you as Hyunjin's hand slips your tank up revealing a thin strip of skin. he's still with his arm slung over your empty seat, the rise and fall of his chest showing off his pecks. you raise one arm reaching behind you to tug on Hyunjin's hair and Chan follows the movement, jaw tight as he sets his glass down. Â
âhow much if he doesn't last one song?âÂ
âa lot more than if he doesn't last two,â Hyunjin chuckles and maybe it is the drinks talking but you nod, âAdd me in, I'll Take that bet,â your free hand covers one of Hyunjin dragging it up your ribs as you let him guide your hips against his.Â
it doesn't take long for Chan to leave the booth at all.Â
Chan does not know what comes over him as he watches you with Hyunjin only that he needs to be the one touching you if anyone at all is to be doing any touching at all. Hyunjin lets you go with no question, slapping Chan on the back before making his way back to the booth. you honestly can't believe it worked as well as it did, the way that Chan didn't even last half a song let alone two. âI didn't know you felt that way about me,â your smile teases as Chan grabs your waist and pulls you into his chest as if he can erase the feeling of hyunjin on your skin.Â
âSeriously? The heavy staring hasn't been enough because I thought my cover was blown the first day,â his smile is lazy, the drinks hitting him in just the right way.Â
âfirst day? not just because your friends set you up?âÂ
ânope,â his hands slide down the curve of your ass until they are cupping you, tugging your body even closer to him, he's hard in his jeans, the bulge digging into your stomach. âthey definitely didn't need to try hard at all, not when I want you this bad already,âÂ
your hands slide up his chest and round to the back of his neck, âMaybe I'm a little oblivious and I need you to tell me in great detail that you like me or I might not be privy to believing you at all,â the way that you're looking at each other is consuming, so much so that you don't realize him dipping closer until his nose is brushing against yours. eyes fluttering shut you tilt your head ready for his kiss when he stops right as they barely brush, âif you needed me to praise you all you needed to do was ask,âÂ
âIsn't that exactly what I was doing?â you nudge your nose against his trying to reach his lips as he pulls away grinning wide, dimples on display.Â
âI guess you could say that,â one of his hands slid up your back to hold the base of your skull.Â
âYou're teasing me,â your pout made Chan want to kiss you even more.Â
âI think they have another bet going that I can't last one song before dragging you out of here and I'm pretty sure once I get my mouth any closer to you they will be right and I'll lose out on $100,â Chan can feel you laugh against his chest, the rumble in your chest drawing him closer.Â
âWhat makes you think I'm leaving with you?â You're taunting him now, fingers running through his hair as he squeezes your ass hard enough to make your pussy lips open.Â
âWe drove here together,â he states and you fuck with him a bit more, âbut I heard Hyunjin has a car I can catch a ride in,âÂ
Chan can't stand the sound of anyone else's name coming out of your mouth when he's this hard when you're pressed so close to him. he finally kisses you, soft lips tasting like tangy alcohol. he wants to channel the last month into this kiss, every want and glance. he can hear his friends cheering from the table but he couldn't care less not when you're here.Â
when you pull away you're breathless, âdo you still win if I drag you out of here?âÂ
Chan can't form words before you pull him after you, your hand fisted into his top. his tongue pressed to his cheek, his grin so wide no one could miss it even if they tried. when you walk past the table you point at them, âYou own me!â Â
but they are all forgotten the second you're out in the cold air. you shiver, pulling out your phone to order an Uber and Chan slings his jacket over your shoulders just like the night before. The leather is warm and soft against your skin and he wraps his arms around your hands sliding past the jacket and wrapping around you. his bare arms rippling and you could bite him with how good he looks flexing right now. you don't even care that he could be getting cold when this is the view.Â
Chan is all over you once you climb into the Uber, âsafety first,â he mutters into your mouth before he pulls your seatbelt around you to buckle. You could laugh at how cautious he is but the seatbelt doesn't stop him from trying to pull you close enough to almost be in his lap, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck and to your chest. never in your life have you ever spoken in an Uber let alone almost strip in the backseat but if Chan had asked you would have. and when you're in the elevator you almost forget to press what floor you're trying to make it to, chan asks if you want to go to your place or his, and your response is you pulling his keys from his front pocket fingers brushing his straining cock making him whine in your ear. âYours,â you say into your kiss, pressing the keys to his chest before he's dragging you to his door fumbling with the key ring.Â
Chan pushes his jacket from your shoulders once the door is closed and locked behind him. your hands jolt out to grab both his biceps and he stops in his tracks, âdo we need to slow down?â the pure concern on his face is enough to make your knees weak, âwe can stop if it's too much,â you will kindly choke on him for being so worried.Â
âno, I want you to fuck me I just really wanted to see sturdy the handles ill be holding will be when you're in me,â your nails dig into his arms and he gives a soft whine.Â
âYou're so fucking perfect,â it's a groan into your mouth as he wraps himself back around you walking you backward towards the bedroom. he slaps the lights on before you make contact with the bed. he breaks the kiss letting you sit, the comforter soft against your bare legs. chan gets to his knees in front of you tugging off your boots, kissing the inside of your knee, and sending a bolt right to your center. âHow many times do you think I can make you cum?â He asks pulling off your socks before kissing up your thigh. He runs his hands up your calves before grabbing the back of your knees and spreading your legs.Â
âI don't know you might have to try really hard to get me there once,â he scoffs before nipping your inner thigh with his teeth, your knees instantly try to close but he shakes his head.Â
âMaybe we start our own bet, I get you to come at least three times and then you owe me another date,âÂ
âAnother one? could you remind me of the first time?âÂ
âI haven't fucked you hard enough to forget simple things yet baby,â he stands tugging his tank top off by pulling the back of the collar. your mouth is dry at the sight of him leaning back on your hands to take him in. Those jeans are low on his hips as he toes out of his shoes, âtake your top off,â he nods, popping the button of his jeans.Â
you follow your orders, you're braless, nipples already hard and aching for attention. âYou listen so well,â he tugs the zipper of his jeans down but doesn't pull his pants down. Instead, he leans over you, kissing you down your neck until he makes it to your tits, sucking one nipple between his teeth and rolling the other one between his fingers. you open your legs to him, your shorts are too tight all of a sudden, too hot. lacing your fingers in his hair you throw your head back as he gives your nipple a tug with his teeth before switching to the neglected side. you moan rolling your hips into his clothed bulge and he sinks deeper into the cradle of your hips. âthe prettiest girl making the prettiest sounds,â you whimper at his words knowing you are completely soaked.Â
chan pulls away letting you lay out on the mattress before he hooks his fingers in your shorts and panties tugging them down your legs. he moans at the sight of you laid out before him, he tugs one of your legs to the side to reveal more of you to him, glistening under the lights. never has he been so excited to devour someone and that's just what he does, not waiting before his mouth is on you. he groans against your clit the vibration making your knees weak, âyou taste as good as you look,â he wraps his arms under and around your thighs to spread you wide before diving back in.Â
your hands twist in his duvet, your orgasm building faster than it ever has before. your back arching off the bed before you start riding his face so close to the edge that you don't expect his fingers until they are pressed right against the gummy spot inside you and youâre seeing spots as you cum. Chan is licking you clean as you ride out your high before he stands fingers in his mouth watching your legs twitch. âThat was one,â a cocky grin present as he moves around to the nightstand to pull out a condom.Â
you sit up on your elbows watching him strip, thick veiny cock hitting his stomach. He climbs up on the bed resting against the pillows and headboard before rolling the condom on. âif your legs still work I'd love it if you gave me a ride,â
âand if they don't?â you ask watching him spit into his hand before grabbing himself and tugging loosely.Â
âI'll sit here and finish by myself but wouldn't it be so much fun to watch me disappearing into you?â you can feel yourself flutter at the thought. pulling yourself up and crawling up the bed to chan he grabs your hips to help steady yourself as you straddle him. you sink your hips down letting your wetness coat the condom, Chan's head is thrown back as he whines, âPlease don't tease me,â his thumbs digging in hard enough to bruise your waist like a belt.Â
âWhiny baby,â you coo, pressing a kiss over his pulse, the rapid beating so similar to your own as you reach down between you two to guide him to your entrance. Chan is gasping when you sink onto him, slowly inching down and rising every few strokes before you're finally stretched enough to sink fully seated on him. his tight stomach fluttering under your hands as you use him as leverage to rise again. you can feel him so deep he's kissing your womb, right in your throat.âgod you're so fucking warm, just fucking right,â he moans half-lidded eyes watching where your bodies meet, you'regoing too slow for him and he flicks his hips up to watch himself disappear in the sweetest cunt he's ever had.Â
âyou're so big,â you whimper reaching for one of his hands to press into your pelvis, the added pressure makes your head fall forward in a moan, âyou feel so good,âÂ
âChoke me please,â he moans head on the pillows as he plants his heels to get more leverage to thrust into you, âplease,â the whimper he lets out nearly sends you over the edge. you use one of your hands to wrap around his throat, the vein pulsing under the tips of your fingers. âharder baby I can take it,â you nod at his words increasing the pressure you have on him, his eyes fluttering shut as he snaps his hips up into you. He keeps his hand pressed to your pelvis and he can feel each thrust meet the heel of his palm. your knees planted firmly against the mattress he lets go of your hip to press his thumb into your clit. you cry out as he keeps up his brutal pace rubbing your clit in circles and driving you over the edge. you can't even move as he pulls out not wanting to cum at the feel of you squeezing him just yet. your hand still around his neck as you come down from your high, breathing labored.Â
âThat was two,â he smirks when you sit up, twitching when your clit brushed his thigh. âonto three,â he wraps his arms around you flipping you over so that you're now laying where he had been. he pushes your legs up so that your shins are against his chest. he can't help himself, he's not even in you and he's trying to rut against your legs, his whines and moans sounding almost pained. âplease I need to feel you, all of you,â he begs, âI promise ill pull out I just want to feel you,â his breathy pleas pressed right into your ear, hair sticking to your sweaty cheeks. You're holding onto his shoulders nodding without thinking twice because you need to feel him so bad. He reaches down to roll the condom back off not caring anymore about anything but being in you as deep as possible. As close as possible. Â
you cry out when he sinks back in, so much warmer and thicker than before, every ridge in his cock fitting perfectly with you. your hands slip down to his biceps nails digging back in as you hold on as Chan snaps his hips forward moaning deep enough that you feel the rumble in his stomach pressed against your legs.Â
chan is fucking you so hard the headboard is hitting the wall, he's pounding in over and over that your toes are curling. Then he sinks his hips finding a new angle until he's hitting your gummy spot, your head falls back and he presses his open mouth to your neck moaning against your skin the feeling singing all the way to your teeth. âI needed to feel you, I needed to feel that you're mine,â his words are choppy as he keeps up his pace. âyou feel so fucking right,â he pulls back enough to push your legs a bit wider and he's back to his pace, your back arching into him. You're full of electricity, every nerve humming as he rocks back and forth. you can feel him twitch inside you and Chan knows he wouldn't be able to pull out even if he tried.Â
he fully seats himself in you as he cums, thick hot ropes of it filling you up. his moan is so loud in your ear and the feeling of his release triggers your third orgasm, your cry half scream as you follow right after him.Â
Chan's never cum so much in his life, his hips moving lazily as you flutter around his cock taking everything he has to offer. when he pulls out a trail of your mixed fluids follows, so much so that it makes a puddle on the duvet under you. Chan runs his finger through the cream rubbing it up your clit and back down to your entrance before he leans over and licks you clean. âChan!â your knees are shaking, tears threatening to spill as he pulls himself back up pressing his mouth to yours and letting some of the cum he's collected spill onto your tongue. he kisses away the saltiness before pulling back, to gaze down on you, âthat was three, looks like you owe me one more date,â
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written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | prompt: alone | rating: t | wc: 997 | tags: hurt comfort, steve has migraines, eddie takes care of him, hand holding, forehead kisses read on ao3
No one notices when Steve slips out the front door. No one but Eddie, who tells Jonathan heâs going out for a smoke and follows him.
There are only woods around the Hopper-Byers cabin, and the only light comes from the Christmas lights hanging from the roof so it takes a moment for Eddieâs eyes to adjust to the near darkness. He sees Steve sitting on the steps with his head between his knees and taking slow, deep breaths.Â
âSteve?â Eddie speaks softly, trying not to startle him but Steve still flinches. âYou okay?âÂ
âIâm fine,â Steve mumbles, keeping his head down.Â
Eddie sits next to him. âWanna try again? That wasnât very convincing.â
Steve groans but itâs not his âEddie is being annoyingâ groan, itâs a pained groan.Â
ââS just a headache, âm fine,â Steve insists but his voice sounds weak.Â
âLook at me.â Eddie squeezes his knee. âStevie, please, look at me.âÂ
Steve sighs but lifts his head. Eddie canât help but wince at how he looks. His face is twisted into a grimace, his skin is paper-white and there are tears in his eyes.Â
âOh, Steve. Itâs a migraine, isnât it? A bad one?â He gently brushes some hair off Steveâs face. Steve gives a tiny nod. âWhen did it start?âÂ
âA few hours ago,â Steve says with a shuddery breath. âWhile shopping with Robin, all the lights, the music and the crowdsââ
âWhy didnât you say something?âÂ
Steve shrugs, then winces. âDidnât want to worry anyone.âÂ
âOf course not.â Thatâs why Steve still showed up to the Hopper-Byers Christmas party, knowing there would be loud music and even louder kids, and then forced himself to smile through his pain. Eddie sighs. âCâmon, Iâm taking you home.âÂ
âNo, Edsââ Steve protests weakly. âI can drive myself-â
Eddie huffs. âSteve, you canât even keep your eyes open right now.â
âBut the partyââ
ââwill carry on without us,â Eddie finishes, rolling his eyes. âWait here, okay?âÂ
Steve sighs and nods, and Eddie squeezes his knee again before heading back inside.Â
He finds Robin and tells her that Steve isnât feeling well and heâs taking him home.Â
âDo you want me to come?â She asks, worried.
âNah, I got him,â Eddie says. Steve wouldnât want someone else to leave the party early because of him. âJust tell Hopper Iâll pick up the van tomorrow, okay?âÂ
âOkay, thanks, Eddie,â she says with a quick hug.Â
Outside, Eddie finds Steve leaning against the railing, looking like heâs about to keel over.Â
âAlright, big boy. Letâs get you home,â he says, leading them to the Beemer.
âNo van?âÂ
âNope. You complain about how fucking loud my van is on a good day. Figured you wouldnât appreciate it today of all days.â
Steve chuckles weakly. âAdmit it, you just want an excuse to drive a cool car for once.âÂ
Eddie scoffs indignantly. âMy van is plenty cool, Harrington.âÂ
âUh huh.âÂ
He sticks his tongue out at Steve and starts the car. The drive to his house is quiet. Eddie turns the radio all the way off, Steve keeps his head against the window and his eyes closed, and Eddie tries his best not to jostle the car too much.Â
He has to gently shake Steveâs shoulder once they arrive and then he follows him inside.Â
He goes straight to his bedroom and collapses on the bed, taking his shoes off but leaving his jeans and his ugly Christmas sweater on.Â
Eddie finds some sleeping clothes and tosses them his way. âTake those jeans off, Harrington.â
Steve huffs. âAt least buy me dinner first, Munson,â he says, his hands working on his belt buckle.Â
Eddieâs cheeks turn pink but with just the moonlight illuminating the room through the curtains, he doubts Steve can see it. âSo thatâs what it takes to get into Steve Harringtonâs pants?â
âUsually,â Steve says, shoving his jeans off before sliding on sweatpants, keeping his movements slow to not make his headache worse. âBut for a guy as hot as you, I can make an exception.â
Eddie chokes on his spit. Leave it to Steve to flirt while his head is waging a war against the rest of him. Â
After changing out of his Christmas sweater, Steve falls back into bed, burrowing his face into his pillow with a groan. The mattress dips when Eddie sits next to him, his back against the headboard. Steve blinks one eye open. âYou donât have to stay, Iâmââ
â-in no condition to be alone right now,â Eddie finishes, rolling his eyes.
âYou should go back to the party. I didnât mean to ruin your nightââ
âSteve Harrington called me hot. Nothing could ruin my night after that,â he jokes even if thereâs some truth to it.Â
Steve groansâ this time it is his âEddie is being annoyingâ groan. âIâm gonna regret saying that.âÂ
âBecause you didnât mean it orââ
âOh, I meant it,â Steve says, rolling to his side and looking up at Eddie through half-lidded eyes that might not have anything to do with his migraine. âBut now you can hold it against me.â
âIt would be kind of hypocritical of me since I also find you hot,â Eddie says, playing with a rip in his jeans.Â
Steveâs fingers find his, intertwining them. âIf my head wasnât about to explode I would suggest we do something about that.â
Eddieâs widen. âSomething likeââ
âLike kissing. Though I could be persuaded to do other things.â
âJesus,â Eddie says laughing shakily. âNow my head feels like it might explode.â
âWe can talk in the morning,â Steve says, shifting until he finds a comfortable position.Â
âThought you didnât want me to stay,â Eddie teases.
âSaid you didnât have to stay, Eds. I always want you here.âÂ
Eddieâs stomach flutters. âOkay,â he says, sliding down until heâs lying next to Steve, their fingers still intertwined.Â
âThanks for taking care of me,â Steve whispers, half asleep already.Â
âAnytime, sweetheart,â Eddie says softly, kissing Steveâs forehead. âAnytime.â
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a professor! remus lupin x (legal) student fem!reader series
Warnings: fluff fluff /SMUT at the end so minors DNI! p in v (wrap it up), student x teacher relationship, age gap (reader is 20 something, remus is 38), size kink? (he barely fits), professor kink, reader is sucker for academic validation
summary: fucking your hot new professor 4.5k words
A/N: so once again uni has been killing me and i need academic validation from a hot professor and remus is my current bae so here you go. Also this will be a series cuz I'm way too invested in their dynamic so stay tuned. And there is an insane shortage of older remus lepin smuts btw. pls fix it guys
The September air was crisp as you stepped through the ancient wooden doors of Hogwarts, your heart thrumming with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. This wasnât your first time entering the castle, but it felt different nowâthis was the year youâd finally take Defense Against the Dark Arts, taught by the newly appointed Professor Lupin. Youâd heard whispers about him in the hallways: brilliant, kind, but carrying an air of quiet sadness that intrigued you more than you cared to admit.
Clutching your books tightly, you made your way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, arriving early to secure a good seat. The room was lit with flickering candles, their light casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The faint scent of old parchment and wood polish lingered in the air, familiar and comforting. You chose a seat near the front, arranging your materials neatly as you waited, the quiet hum of anticipation growing in your chest.
The sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence, and when the door creaked open, you looked up. In walked Professor Lupin, his robes slightly frayed at the edges, his sandy-brown hair streaked with silver, and a battered leather satchel slung over his shoulder. His eyes, a warm hazel, swept across the room before landing on you. For a moment, he froze.
âOh, hello,â he said, his voice soft but tinged with surprise. He adjusted the strap of his satchel, suddenly looking self-conscious. âYou⌠you must be one of my students. I didnât expect⌠I mean, I wasnât expecting anyone this early.â
You offered a small smile, trying to put him at ease. âI wanted to make a good impression, Professor. This is my favorite subject.â
His brows lifted slightly, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. âAh, well, you certainly have. Punctuality is always appreciated.â He set his satchel down on the desk, his hands fumbling with the clasp. âIâmâŚâ He paused, cleared his throat, and started again. âIâm Remus Lupin. Well, Professor Lupin, of course.â
âItâs nice to meet you, Professor Lupin,â you said, your voice steady despite the way your pulse quickened under his gaze.
He nodded, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he busied himself with arranging papers on his desk. âAnd you areâŚ?â
You gave him your name, watching as he repeated it under his breath, as if committing it to memory.
âA lovely name,â he murmured, then seemed to catch himself. His eyes widened slightly, and he gave a nervous chuckle. âI mean, uh, itâs⌠a perfectly fine name. Good, strong. Not that I⌠Oh dear, Iâm rambling, arenât I?â
You couldnât help but laugh softly, charmed by his awkwardness. âJust a little, but I donât mind.â
He exhaled, a self-deprecating smile curving his lips. âWell, Iâm glad one of us doesnât. Iâm usually more articulate, I promise.â
The door opened again, and other students began trickling in, breaking the quiet moment. Professor Lupin straightened, slipping into a more composed demeanor as he greeted the newcomers. But as the lesson began, you couldnât help noticing the occasional glance he stole in your direction, as if you had caught his attention in a way he hadnât expected.
The lesson passed in a blur of practical demonstrations and insightful lectures. Professor Lupinâs teaching style was unlike anything youâd experienced before; he made even the most complex topics seem accessible, weaving stories and humor into his explanations. He had a way of drawing you in, his voice calm and steady, yet tinged with a passion that made you want to absorb every word. By the end of the class, you felt more inspired than ever.
As students began gathering their things, you lingered, hesitant to leave just yet. You pretended to adjust the straps on your bag, stealing glances at him as he packed away his teaching materials. Finally, you took a deep breath and approached his desk.
âProfessor Lupin?â you ventured, your voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in your chest.
He looked up, startled but quickly masking it with a warm smile. âYes? What can I do for you?â
âI just wanted to thank you for the lesson. It was really⌠inspiring. Iâve never had a professor explain things so clearly before.â
His expression softened, and for a moment, he seemed genuinely touched. âThat means a great deal, thank you. Itâs always a pleasure to know my efforts are appreciated.â
You hesitated, then added, âIf itâs not too much trouble, I was hoping I could ask you some questions about todayâs material. I want to make sure I understand it completely.â
âOf course,â he said immediately, motioning for you to take a seat. âIâd be happy to help.â
For the next half-hour, the two of you discussed the finer points of defensive spells and magical theory. Despite the growing darkness outside, you felt a warmth settle over you as his passion for teaching shone through. He listened intently to your questions, his responses thoughtful and encouraging. At one point, he pulled out a piece of parchment and sketched a detailed diagram to illustrate a particularly complex concept, his movements precise and confident.
âYouâve really thought this through,â he said, glancing up at you with a look of quiet admiration. âItâs rare to see a student so eager to delve deeper. Youâre going to go far, you know.â
Your cheeks warmed at the unexpected compliment. âThank you, Professor. That means a lot coming from you.â
He gave you a small, almost shy smile. âWell, Iâm just glad to have someone so engaged in the subject. It makes teaching all the more rewarding.â
As the conversation finally drew to a close, you gathered your things, feeling a strange reluctance to leave. As you stood to go, he spoke again.
âYou have a remarkable mind,â he said quietly. âI can tell youâre going to do great things.â
âThank you,â you repeated, your voice soft. You hesitated for a moment, then added, âIâm looking forward to the next lesson.â
âAs am I,â he replied, his voice equally soft. âHave a good evening.â
You nodded and stepped out of the classroom into the dimly lit corridor. The warmth of his words stayed with you as you walked away, the echo of his quiet encouragement lingering in your mind. All you knew was that you were already looking forward to the next lessonâand to the moments when his gaze would meet yours, even if just for a fleeting second.
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The days that followed were filled with small, quiet moments that slowly deepened the connection between you and Professor Lupin. In class, he often called on you, his hazel eyes brightening whenever you answered correctly. There were times when he lingered after lessons, offering further explanations or engaging in discussions that felt more like conversations between equals than the typical student-teacher dynamic.
One afternoon, as the golden light of autumn streamed through the castleâs tall windows, you found yourself in the library, poring over a particularly dense tome on advanced defensive techniques. Your brow furrowed as you tried to make sense of a particularly convoluted passage. Suddenly, a familiar voice broke the silence.
âStruggling with something?â
You looked up to see Professor Lupin standing there, a gentle smile on his face. He held a stack of books in his arms, their spines worn and faded.
âA little,â you admitted, gesturing to the page. âThis section on layered shield charms is⌠well, itâs a bit much.â
He set his books down and pulled up a chair beside you, his proximity sending a faint thrill through you. âLetâs see,â he said, leaning in to read over your shoulder. His voice was soft and soothing as he began to explain the concept, breaking it down into manageable pieces. As he spoke, his hand brushed yours briefly as he pointed to a diagram, the touch light but enough to make your heart skip a beat.
âThat makes so much more sense,â you said when he finished, a smile breaking across your face. âThank you, Professor.â
âYouâre very welcome,â replied, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer than expected. There was a softness in his expression, a quiet encouragement that felt like a promiseâthough a promise of what, you couldnât quite say. You found yourself hoping for more of these moments, fleeting as they were, where the world around you seemed to fade and it was just the two of you.
Over the following weeks, these small interactions began to multiply. Sometimes it was the way his hand would briefly graze yours when passing back an essay, or the way his eyes would crinkle with genuine amusement when you shared a clever observation during class discussions. Other times, it was the unspoken understanding you felt during your private consultations, where the conversation would drift seamlessly from the intricacies of magic to literature, history, or even philosophy.
One evening, as autumn gave way to the chill of early winter, you found yourself wandering the castle grounds after dinner. The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light casting long shadows across the frost-kissed grass. Youâd brought your notebook, intending to sketch out some ideas for an upcoming project, but instead, you found yourself simply walking, letting the quiet envelop you.
âOut for some fresh air?â came a familiar voice, startling you out of your thoughts.
You turned to see Professor Lupin leaning against the edge of a low stone wall, a steaming cup of tea in his hands. His robes looked heavier than usual, lined against the cold, and his scarf was wrapped loosely around his neck. He offered a small, lopsided smile, the kind that always made your heart flutter.
âI could ask you the same thing,â you replied, moving closer. âEscaping the chaos of the castle?â
He chuckled softly, nodding. âSomething like that. Itâs nice to step away for a moment. Clear the head.â
You hesitated before sitting on the wall beside him, the stone cool against your hands. âDo you come out here often?â
âWhen I can,â he admitted. âItâs⌠peaceful. A rare commodity these days.â
You looked up at him, noting the faint lines of weariness around his eyes. âYou must be exhausted,â you said, the concern in your voice unguarded. âTeaching all of us, managing everythingâŚâ
âItâs part of the job,â he said with a shrug, though his smile didnât quite reach his eyes. âBut thank you. Itâs kind of you to notice.â
A comfortable silence settled between you, broken only by the distant rustle of wind through the trees. After a moment, you gathered the courage to speak again.
âYouâre a really good teacher, you know. Itâs not just the way you explain thingsâitâs the way you make us feel like⌠like it matters. Like we matter.â
He turned to look at you then, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you worried youâd overstepped, but then he spoke, his voice quieter than before.
âThat means more than you know,â he said. âTruly.â
The intensity of his gaze made your breath catch, and you quickly looked away, your cheeks warming. To your relief, he shifted the conversation to lighter topics, asking about your project and offering advice that was both practical and insightful. The two of you talked until the cold began to seep into your bones, and he insisted you head back to the castle to warm up.
Beneath the surface, there was always the shadow of what couldnât be said aloud. You both knew the boundaries that existed, even as the line between student and professor blurred into something more intimate. And yet, neither of you seemed willingâor ableâto step away.
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Professor LupinâRemus, as youâd begun to call him in the privacy of your thoughtsâseemed to gravitate toward you just as you gravitated toward him. There was always a reason to linger after class, always a justification for a quiet conversation in his office, but the excuses were growing thinner with each passing day.
It was one such evening, after a particularly rigorous Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, that you found yourself in his office again. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the small, cluttered space. Books were stacked haphazardly on every surface, and a faint scent of parchment and tea hung in the air.
âYouâve outdone yourself with todayâs essay,â he said, his voice warm with genuine praise. He held the parchment in his hands, his thumb brushing over the edges as he glanced at you. âYour analysis of nonverbal defense techniques was insightful, and your argument about their limitations was⌠well, brilliant, really.â
Your cheeks flushed at the compliment, though you tried to hide it by looking down at your hands. âThank you. Iâve had a good teacher.â
He chuckled softly, but there was something in his gaze that lingered longer than it should have. âYou give me too much credit.â
âI donât think so,â you said, daring to meet his eyes. âYouâve made me believe I can do more than I ever thought I could.â
For a moment, the room seemed to grow impossibly still. His smile faded into something softer, something almost hesitant. He set the parchment down on his desk, his fingers lingering on it for a moment before he folded his hands in his lap.
âI see so much potential in you,â he said quietly, his voice tinged with a vulnerability you hadnât heard before. âYouâre capable of things you donât even realize yet.â
âIs that why youâve been so patient with me?â you asked, your tone light but your heart racing.
âPatient?â he repeated, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. âYou make it sound like a chore. Itâs not. Itâs never been that.â
The weight of his words settled between you, heavy and charged. You werenât sure who moved firstâif it was him leaning forward or youâbut suddenly the distance between you felt impossibly small. His hand reached out, hesitating for a brief second before his fingers brushed against yours. The touch was light, tentative, as though he were testing the boundaries of what was allowed.
âI shouldnâtââ he began, his voice barely above a whisper.
But you interrupted him, your own voice steady despite the tremor in your hands. âI think weâve both stopped asking what we should or shouldnât do.â
His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you saw the conflict warring within himâthe weight of responsibility battling with the pull of something undeniable. Then, as if the tension became too much to bear, he closed the remaining distance between you.
The kiss was gentle at first, his lips brushing against yours like a question waiting for an answer. When you responded, leaning into him, the hesitation melted away. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as he deepened the kiss. There was a desperation to it, as though heâd been holding himself back for far too long and could no longer resist.
The fire crackled softly in the background, the warmth of the room wrapping around you like a cocoon. Every nerve in your body seemed to come alive under his touch, the world outside fading into insignificance. For a moment, it was just the two of youâno titles, no expectations, just a connection that felt raw and real.
When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, his breath coming in soft, uneven bursts. His hand remained on your cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle line along your jaw.
âThisâŚâ he began, his voice hoarse. âThis is dangerous.â
âI know,â you whispered, your own voice barely audible. âBut it doesnât feel wrong.â
He closed his eyes, exhaling a shaky breath. âNo, it doesnât. And thatâs what scares me.â
You stayed like that for a while, the silence filled with the unspoken understanding that whatever this was, it couldnât be undone.Â
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It had been weeks since the first kiss, each stolen moment adding another layer to the unspoken understanding between you. It wasnât just the kisses or the way his hand lingered on yoursâit was the way he looked at you when he thought you werenât paying attention. There was something in his eyes, a mixture of wonder and hesitance, as though he couldnât quite believe you were real.
One evening, after a particularly long day, you found yourself once again in Remusâs office. The castle was quiet, the only sounds the occasional creak of the old walls and the faint crackle of the fire. His office had become a second home to you.
âYouâre lost in thought again,â Remus said, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. He was seated across from you, a steaming cup of tea in his hands. His eyes, warm and inquisitive, searched your face.
You smiled softly, setting your own cup down. âI suppose I am. Itâs hard not to be, lately.â
âSomething troubling you?â he asked, leaning forward slightly. The concern in his voice made your chest tighten.
You hesitated, unsure how to put your feelings into words. âNot troubling, exactly. Just⌠overwhelming. Everything feels so much bigger than me latelyâschool, the war, usâŚâ
The last word slipped out before you could stop it, and your cheeks flushed as his expression shifted. For a moment, he didnât say anything, and you feared youâd said too much. But then he set his tea aside and reached out, his hand covering yours.
âUs,â he repeated softly, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. âThatâs a word I never thought Iâd hear in this context. And yet, it feels⌠right.â
Your breath caught at his admission, your heart pounding in your chest. âIt does,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
The room seemed to shrink, the air between you charged with something electric. His hand tightened slightly around yours, and you saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He wanted thisâyou could see itâbut he was holding himself back.
âIâve tried to tell myself all the time that we shouldnât,â he said, his voice low. âThat itâs too risky, too complicated. But the truth is, I canât stop thinking about you.â
You stood then, the need to close the distance between you overpowering. He followed your lead, rising to meet you as you took a tentative step closer. Your hands found their way to his chest, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his sweater.
âThen stop trying,â you said, your voice steadier than you felt.
He let out a shaky breath, his hands coming up to cradle your face. âYou have no idea how much I want this. How much I want you.â
âThen show me,â you whispered.
The words were all the encouragement he needed. He kissed you, his lips capturing yours with a hunger that took your breath away. It was a kiss that spoke of weeks of restraint finally breaking, of emotions too strong to be contained. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as your fingers tangled in his hair.
The sofa was only a few steps away, but it felt like an eternity as he guided you toward it. His movements were careful, his touch reverent, as though he were afraid of breaking the spell. When your legs hit the edge of the sofa, he hesitated, his gaze searching yours.
âWe can stop at any time,â he said, his voice rough with emotion. âYou say the word, and weâll stop.â
âI donât want to stop,â you said, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. âI want this. I want you.â
His breath hitched, and then he was kissing you again, more fiercely this time. He lowered you onto the sofa, his weight settling over you as his hands explored, each touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His lips moved to your neck, his kisses slow and deliberate, as though he were memorizing every inch of you.
âTell me if Iâm going too fast,â he murmured against your skin, his voice a mix of desire and restraint.
âYouâre not,â you assured him, your own hands roaming, desperate to feel more of him. âPlease, donât stop.â
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, his lips brushing against your collarbone. âI donât think Iâve ever told you that.â
Your response was a soft sigh, your hands threading through his hair as you pulled him closer. There was no rush, no urgencyâonly a deep, mutual need to be as close to each other as possible. Time seemed to stretch, each moment etched into your memory with perfect clarity.
He had just shrugged off his sweater, revealing the slightly faded button-down shirt he wore underneath. Your hands moved instinctively, reaching for the buttons to slide them open. His breath hitched, and then, suddenly, his hands came up to stop you. The look in his eyes was a mixture of vulnerability and hesitation, making your heart twist painfully in your chest.
âWait,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He swallowed hard, looking down at where your hands rested against his chest. âI⌠I have a lot of scars. I donât want to scare you.â
Your heart softened at his words, and you smiled gently, tilting your head to meet his gaze. âYou could never scare me, Remus,â you said with quiet sincerity. You leaned forward and pressed a soft, reassuring kiss to his lips. His tension melted slightly under your touch, and he gave a small, grateful smile in return.
Encouraged, your hands resumed their task, slipping the buttons of his shirt open one by one. He shivered slightly under your touch but didnât stop you this time. Once the shirt joined his sweater on the floor, your hands roamed over his torso, tracing the raised, pale lines of the scars that criss crossed his skin. You didnât flinch or look away. Instead, you admired the strength and resilience they represented, leaning down to place a tender kiss over one of them. Remusâs breath hitched again, but this time it wasnât from fear.
Your hands moved lower, brushing against the waistband of his trousers. His sharp intake of breath was audible in the quiet room, and he hesitated for a brief moment before nodding slightly. You unfastened his belt, and he stood to step out of his trousers, leaving him standing before you in nothing but his boxers. As he slid those off as well, exposing himself to you fully, your eyes widened slightly, and a nervous laugh escaped him.
âSorry, I justâŚâ he began, but you cut him off with a soft smile.
âNo, itâs okay, dear,â you assured him. Your eyes sparkled with affection as you leaned back against the cushions. âIt will fit, donât worry.â
His lips quirked up in a shy smile at your words, and his gaze roamed over you with a mixture of awe and desire. His hands moved to the hem of your skirt, lifting it slightly to expose the delicate lace of your panties. He bit his lip as his fingers hooked under the waistband to slide them down your legs.
âDarling,â he murmured, his voice husky, âI hope Iâm the only professor youâre this wet for.â
Heat rushed to your cheeks at his teasing remark, and you hid your face behind your hands for a moment before peeking out to respond. âOf course. No one is as wonderful as you.â
He chuckled softly and grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer to him while your skirt bunched around your hips. You reached for the buttons of your blouse, slowly unfastening them as his eyes followed your every movement. When the blouse slipped from your shoulders, revealing your bare chest, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.
âNo bra?â he asked, his voice tinged with amusement. You smirked in response, shrugging playfully.
His hand moved to your tie, loosening it with the intent of tossing it aside, but you stopped him with a hand on his wrist. âWait,â you said, your voice soft but insistent. âUse it to tie me up⌠please.â Your eyes were wide and pleading, and he hesitated, his own cheeks flushing.
âI donât want to hurt you,â he admitted, his voice laced with concern.
âYou wonât,â you reassured him, your voice filled with trust. âI want this, Remus.â
He nodded slowly, swallowing his nerves as he looped the tie around your wrists, securing it firmly but ensuring it wasnât too tight. The silk of the tie felt cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between the two of you. His eyes flickered over your bound form, taking in the way you looked so willingly vulnerable for him. The sight sent a thrill racing through his veins, igniting a fire that made his hands tremble slightly as they traced delicately over your exposed skin. He hesitated, his touch reverent, as though he were afraid of breaking the spell between you.
He positioned himself between your thighs, the fabric of your skirt bunched around your hips, and his hand moved to guide himself. His tip brushed against your entrance, teasingly slow, and you squirmed beneath him, a soft whimper escaping your lips. When he finally pushed into you, your head fell back against the cushions, a gasp spilling from your lips as your body stretched to accommodate him. The sensation was overwhelmingâa mix of pleasure and a hint of discomfort that quickly gave way to a delicious fullness.
âOh my God, professor, fuck,â you gasped, your words slipping out before you could stop them.
Remus groaned deeply, the sound rumbling in his chest as his hands gripped your hips to hold you still. He stilled for a moment, his own breath ragged as he tried to steady himself. âGod, dear,â he muttered, his voice thick with restraint. âI love it when you call me that. And youâre so tight⌠Iâm not even sure you can take it all.â
The teasing lilt in his voice made your cheeks burn, and you whined in response, your tied hands flexing against the restraint. âNo, I can take it,â you begged, your voice trembling with need. âPlease, Remus, I need you.â
His laughter was low and rich, vibrating against your skin as he leaned down to kiss you. âSuch a needy little thing,â he murmured against your lips before trailing kisses down to your neck. His lips found a particularly sensitive spot, and he nibbled gently, drawing a shiver from you.
As he began to move, slow and deliberate at first, his hands wandered over your body, touching and caressing every inch he could reach. Each thrust pushed him deeper, and your moans grew louder, filling the room with the symphony of your shared pleasure. His pace quickened, and the angle shifted just slightly, sending sparks coursing through you. Your tied hands flexed uselessly above your head, and the restraint only heightened your senses, every touch and movement magnified.
âYou feel so perfect,â Remus groaned, his voice raw with emotion. His lips continued to worship your neck, marking your skin with faint red imprints of his teeth and tongue.
The pleasure built steadily within you, coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. Your release washed over you in a powerful wave, your body trembling and arching into him as you cried out his name. The intensity of your climax sent him over the edge as well. With a low, guttural moan, Remus pulled out at the last moment, his release spilling across your chest in warm, white streaks.
Both of you lay there for a moment, your breathing ragged and mingling in the quiet intimacy of the room. He reached for a nearby tissue, gently cleaning you up before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His fingers brushed against the tie still securing your wrists, and he paused, his gaze meeting yours.
You pouted slightly, and he noticed immediately, his expression softening. âWhatâs wrong, darling?â he asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
âI wanted you to finish inside me,â you admitted, your voice tinged with disappointment.
He sighed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âI canât,â he said, his voice filled with regret. âI⌠Iâm scared of what might happen. I donât want to risk making you pregnant. And there are⌠things about me you donât know yet.â
You looked up at him with curiosity and concern, but you didnât press him further. Instead, you cupped his face with your bound hands, offering him a small, understanding smile. âWhenever youâre ready to tell me, Iâll listen,â you said softly.
Remusâs heart swelled at your words, and he leaned down to kiss you once more, silently vowing to himself that he would find a way to share his secrets with you when the time was right. For now, he was content to hold you close, savoring the warmth and trust that flowed between you.
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