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The Disaster Zone

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Roomate!Abby Anderson x reader

Synopsis: Living with the hottest girl wasn't that bad, right? Except that she was completely straight and has a boyfriend you hate.

wordcount: 7, 758

note: this fiction contains (internal) homophobia and comphet as Abby explores her sexuality. if you were uncomfortable with these kinds of stories, then maybe this isn't for you. please refrain from commenting on any hate comments. thank you and happy reading!

Sweat prickled from your forehead, trickling down your face, and across your neck and you almost yelled in frustration at the feeling of getting overstimulated over everything. You sighed irritatingly, trudging your way outside of the apartment you just viewed.

One week before the class starts and you still haven’t got a place to live and stressful is such an understatement to say. No, it’s much more than that. You never thought that finding a decent place to stay for two semesters wasn’t hard but no — it was like searching for a needle in a haystack, and the needle was just a reasonably priced apartment with no angry roommates.

You grumbled, laying your head on the couch of your bedroom. You pulled out your phone, scrolling through the listings of the apartments available, feeling the stress building with each rejected option.

But to your luck, you stumbled upon someone’s ad. It was a nice, cozy place that was perfect in size for two people. Her name was Abby Anderson, her last name was quite familiar but you couldn’t pinpoint where you heard it. Her place looked promising enough, and the reason she was finding a roommate was that she couldn’t pay all the house bills by herself. Under that, there was a deadline — which was supposed to be today, so you mindlessly hit the ‘call’ button with no second thought.

“Hello?” Abby’s voice came through the other line, her voice was deep and businesslike.

“Hey, uh, I saw your ad for the apartment,” You replied while nibbling through your fingertips.

“Oh, great. Are you interested in visiting it?” She asked, her tone was still cool and detached.

“Yes, please, I need it so bad.” You bit your lips while nervousness came through.

“Alright. Let’s set up a time, then. Are you free this afternoon?”

“Yes.”

“Great. I’ll send you the address.” She said before hanging up quickly.

You stared at your phone for a minute, finding the interaction a bit… awkward. A sense of relief washed over you as the thought of finally finding a place to stay for the whole academic year was done, but something about Abby made you feel anxious. Her coldness scared you for a second — even if you just talked to her for a couple of minutes.

But no, you promised yourself that this was the last time you’d reject a place because of a bad roommate. So you don’t have a choice but to go.

Arriving at the address, you knocked at the door thrice. Seconds later, you saw the Abby Anderson. You gulped, taking in her features. She was tall, stoic, and… unimpressed. She was wearing a simple black shirt that perfectly hugged her toned body, making you gawk mentally. Her eyes bore into yours, looking at you from head to toe. Something inside Abby’s mind twitched as she did not expect how good you looked. But she immediately strayed away from that thought, minding no attention to it.

“Thanks for coming. I apologize for my appearance — I just got off the gym.” She says in a neutral voice, opening the door wide open. “Come on in.”

“It’s fine.” You said before stepping inside.

The apartment was bigger than you expected — much bigger than the photos she uploaded. The furniture was complete and the choice of its design was very intricate and extravagant — you wondered if she bought it all with her money. Maybe she spent her money buying decorations which is why she couldn’t pay the house bills.

The huge windows perfectly let the sunlight in, casting a warm glow through the whole place. You admired how neat it was, and how everything was in place. Not even a small piece of trash in sight. As Abby showed you around, pointing out every amenities and quirks of this place, you couldn’t help but admire her silently.

“So what do you think?” She looked back at you suddenly, making you snap out of a trance.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, I like it.” You shot her a smile. “This was much better than all of the places I’ve checked.”

Abby nodded, taking your answer without further comment or questions. You looked away, feeling nervous at the closeness between you two. With the whole three hours of you and her in just an enclosed space, Abby did not look at you. Something about your presence makes her uncomfortable and she did not know what that is.

But then she looked at you for the second time, taking a couple of minutes to stare at your features without you knowing. Abby did not know why it was so hard for her to accept that you were pretty. No, you were something more than that. And she did not know what that was, or what was doing to her that was making her heart churn.

“Damn it,” Abby looked away and cursed under her breath.

You snapped your neck to stare at her. “What was that?” You asked.

“Nothing. It seems like you are interested. Are you open to discussing the other details?” She said, gesturing at the couch.

And just like that, the deal was done.

And oh, that was one month ago.

You and Abby are still living with each other. But all of your admiration for her was over.

She has a whole-ass boyfriend.

And she’s straight as hell.

Now, you hate each other to the core.

Turns out, Abby Anderson wasn’t renting because she was poor. Technically, at that time, she was. However, you found out that her family was crazy rich and could probably buy your entire bloodline.

The reason that she was finding a roommate to share the apartment with was that her father limited her expenses in the meantime as Abby spent a huge sum of money in the casino while on a summer break, causing her dad to deduct some money from her allowance.

Abby Anderson was the typically rich person you’d meet. She has a puppy she recently adopted one sunny day and she named Oreo — a St. Bernard. Ever since, there has been a new joy in the apartment, breaking the awkward tension between you and Abby that was lingering in the air. You learned how to love Oreo despite his unwavering energy.

Being an only child, Abby doesn’t have anyone to share things that her parents buy her, and developing a trait of being territorial over those she owns. However, seeing you play with her puppy, and how your face lit up every time Oreo cuddled with her, Abby could not put an end to your joy for whatever reason she couldn’t figure out. She just liked to think that she was just being a kind person and to not be an asshole for no apparent reason, and nothing else.

On the other side, you were grateful that Abby was letting you play with her dog. Because, truth be told, you were still getting tensed whenever she was around. And Oreo definitely warms up the place much more.

You didn’t know that being roommates with Abby Anderson could make everything so complicated. She was the top student in class, always ranking high in their department, and was considered one of the top notchers in the university already. Her dad was a famous surgeon in the city and was respected by many, and Abby definitely wanted to prove that she could be like her father — or better. She only has two friends — Nora and Mel, whom you only saw in the hallways of your university alongside her. Abby was a mysterious person, and even though you were now living for a month with her, you did not know much about her.

She wasn’t a talkative person, and you two never interacted with each other so much. You could definitely count the times she has spoken to you with your one finger. Her after school would be changing into gym clothes, making and eating a snack in the kitchen, and then leaving. She would go back at 7:00 PM and would go straight inside the bathroom and into her bed.

But let’s talk about the real issue here.

Her boyfriend.

Owen was a gym rat guy who sported short brown hair, brown eyes, and a small mustache around his chin. Abby introduced you to him when she first invited him over, and you found out that he was much older than Abby. At first, you weren’t bothered by her presence since he seemed okay and not much of a harm. However, as Abby was inviting him over and over again, something inside you grew uncomfortable.

Maybe it was because whenever he was around, you’d often see him giving you dirty looks that sent shivers up your spine, or that he liked to fully make out with Abby in different spots in the apartment outside of Abby’s room, or that every time Owen and Abby were cuddling or doing sweet things with each other, you’d caught her staring at you from time to time.

“Really?!” Dina exclaimed through the phone as you were narrating the last line to her.

“I really do want to know why.” You grabbed a bag of chips before walking away from the kitchen.

“Maybe she likes you?”

You stopped walking when you saw Abby and Owen cuddling in the living room, her head was placed on Owen’s shoulder as they both watched a silly movie. You sighed, “No, I think it’s actually the opposite of it.”

It was an exceptionally good day at Pinecrest University, one of the most prestigious schools in the U.S. which everyone dreamt of attending. From the picturesque sceneries of the landscapes where it was built, and to the educational qualities it provides, it was, in fact, no doubt one of the greatest universities in the world.

Abby did not know whether or not she would be happy that she was given an opportunity to take after her father's steps — follow his path and become like what he is — a great surgeon. In the first year, she was giddy to study, with full of hope and dreams. Everyone recognizes her for being Jerry Anderson’s only daughter, praising her for being intelligent like he was. Abby was every professor’s favorite student as she possesses exceptional skills in everything. While it was good at first, Abby did not like the pressure weighing up on her shoulders as time passed by. Being someone who everyone expects to be good at everything all the time, makes her become careful of her actions as she becomes afraid of making mistakes.

“What?” Leah snapped her neck in Abby’s direction.

“Nothing. Thought I heard something.” Abby shook her head.

“You know what I heard earlier?” Nora looked at Abby, eyes gleaming with mischief with a small smirk plastered on her face.

“What?” The blonde furrowed her brows before sitting on an empty spot at the library.

“Y/n Y/l/n. Your roommate.”

Leah’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped, “You’re roommates with her?” She exclaimed in a hushed tone.

The lines on Abby’s face deepened as she looked at her friends, not knowing what the fuss was about. “What about her?”

Nora was about to say something when, as if on cue, you started to walk behind her, trudging away from their table but not without a quick glance at Abby, who, to your surprise, was already staring at you with curiosity.

You were not one to back down, so you held her gaze up until you sat beside Ellie who was finishing her homework that was due this afternoon.

“Who was that?” Dina asked, looking back.

“My roommate.”

“Oh! The one who–” Dina started gesturing and muttering words that you could only understand.

“What the fuck,” Ellie cursed loudly as she stared at you two with pure astonishment.

“She’s friends with Williams,” Abby uttered with a surprise.

“Yeah, everyone’s been suspecting that they’re more than that,” Nora said.

“Than what? They’re super best friends or something?” Abby folded her arms on her chest before taking a quick glance in your direction. She found you laughing along with your friends, but something inside her was stirring as she saw Ellie’s hands crawling at your torso, dangerously close to where your hips at.

Nora and Leah chuckled loudly.

“What the fuck? Super best friends?” Leah looked at her with pure amusement. “Oh I forgot, you don’t get it–” She turned to Nora. “She doesn’t get it.” She says, pointing her thumb at the blonde.

“Okay, in straight girl terms, Ellie and Y/n might be a couple,” Nora explained.

“But Ellie’s a girl,” Abby says, confused.

Nora and Leah exchanged glances. “You won’t ever get it, can you?”

“What?” Abby’s eyes widened. “Wait– Is Y/n… gay?”

“You say that word as if it’s the most disgusting thing you’ve ever muttered.” Nora glared at her. “Yes, she’s gay, Abs. Apparently, she’s a great kisser, too.”

“I can’t believe she’s gay.” Abby sighed, something inside her was growing uncomfortable.

“Abby, that’s a mean thing to say.” Nora frowned. “What if she was? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I know! But I mean, I don’t know, it’s confusing.”

“It isn’t. Y/n likes a girl and that shouldn’t change the way you view her. It’s just a sexuality, she’s not gonna bite you.”

Abby stared in your direction, contemplating and thinking about everything. months of studying different kinds of textbooks every week couldn’t prepare her for the said subject. Sexuality was something that she was not well-informed about as the topic stirred something inside of her. Being raised in a conservative and religious family who has a well-known image to take care of made her realize that her world was much different than yours.

After a long day of work in the laboratory, doing research on different chemicals, monitoring their progress, and waiting for the results, Abby felt like she was going to collapse right when she stepped foot onto the hotel’s lobby where your shared apartment was located.

She sighed, forcing a fake smile to greet the receptionist.

“Hey, Liam, did you see Owen come in?” She asked, leaning at the desk.

“No, I don’t think so, Abby.” He says, offering an apologetic smile before attending to another elderly woman who is asking for something.

Being with Owen at such a young age means that Abby had experienced everything that is there to experience whenever you are in a relationship with a shitty person. Sure, she wouldn’t admit that Owen was a bad boyfriend to her, but she knew that he wasn’t a good person either.

Abby sighed before dragging her feet through the floors, growing very tired at each step. Now, if this was the first time that Owen had gone through the entire day without checking up on her, being with clubs with different girls dangling on both her arms, Abby would’ve been crying all her way to her room – just like what she did before. But being the person who became accustomed to this setup with her boyfriend, Abby could only grow numb, only feeling a faint sharp pain dragging through her heart, reminding her that she chose to be with him so she had to deal with it.

Besides, no one ever wants Owen for her.

Not her friends,

Not her dad,

And she won’t be surprised if you’ll tell her that you hate him, too.

“Where are you?” Abby hissed through the phone, feeling the rage consuming her as she listened to Owen stumble and slur through his words, finding great difficulty to even remember who was calling him.

“Abby baby! I’m uh- sorry, I was at a—” Owen’s voice was getting drowned by the loud music, along with different voices from his friends and a couple of giggles from different girls in the background.

“Bullshit.” Abby cursed him before ending the call. She wanted to just quickly disappear right there and then, feeling like an absolute shit so many times.

“Hey,” You greeted, placing a gentle hand around her shoulder.

Abby jolted, almost feeling like your touch was too hot for her skin. “Yeah? You scared me.”

“Oh! Sorry! Didn’t mean to do that,” You apologized profusely, “I thought you were sick.” You gestured to your face, and Abby mindlessly touched her forehead, feeling the cold sweat on the palms of her hand.

She cursed under her breath. Now that you’ve pointed it out, Abby felt her vision swirling as her breathing got labored. Even if she couldn’t look at her face, she could assume that she was pale already. But instead of saying that she was indeed not okay, she dismissed your question by saying, “I’m perfectly fine.”

Abby tried to walk, but then she almost tripped with her fifth step. Before she could kiss the tiled floor, you caught her body, wrapping a delicate arm around her hip to help her stabilize her stance.

“Quit being stubborn, okay?” You said, stopping her from even uttering a single protest when she opened her lips. You looked at her sternly, making her go silent.

As much as Abby hated to be close to you at the moment, she couldn’t move. Not when her mind had shut down the moment your warm fingertips touched her waist, not when your face inched closer to hers, and not when your smell lingered around the air and started to consume Abby whole.

You did not know which force on the entire earth had given you the energy to drag Abby all the way to your shared apartment. To be fair, Abby’s body was toned and muscular, given the time that she was working at the gym, and not only you could feel her weight leaning upon your much smaller figure, but you were also touching her well-earned biceps and abs.

“Okay, lean in there for a second and I’ll just open the door.” You commanded, carefully releasing your grip from Abby’s body as she leaned towards the cold wall while waiting for you to get your keys from the bag. Abby watched you silently with wandering eyes, feeling a sense of disappointment gushing through when you stopped touching her.

“Shit.” Abby cursed loudly while screwing her eyes shut.

“What?” You asked before lightly pushing the door, revealing a very excited Oreo who had been barking since he saw you.

“N-nothing.” Abby stammered when you enveloped her in your hands once again. Her heart thrummed inside her chest, reaching the vibrations to her ears and all she could think about at that moment was your name.

Y/n.

“Abby?” You asked, placing her on the sofa carefully. Y/n.

“Y/n.”

“Is there something I could help you with?” You waved your hand in front of her eyes, making Abby snap out of the trance. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus her gaze on your eyes and your eyes only. But Abby found it so hard especially when your face were so much closer to her that she could feel your breath fanning over her lightly.

“What?” Abby asked.

“You were calling my name.”

Shit.

“Am I?”

“Look, just… lay there and make yourself comfortable, okay? I’m just going to cook for you.”

“Ah, there’s no need. I can order–” Abby opened her phone, face getting sour at seeing her wallpaper — Owen.

“This won’t take long. And I really am good at cooking so trust me.” You flashed her a sweet smile before rushing to the kitchen.

“For sure…” Abby whispers, watching how your skirt dances perfectly as you walk, hugging your curves. When she realized that she was staring at your ass, Abby shut her eyes tightly, pinching her nose bridge while telling herself to get a fucking grip.

True to your words, you were a great cook.

Abby found herself in a blanket-clad position as she sipped at the bowl slowly, not wanting to make it seem that she was so eager to taste the soup. Which, in her opinion, was probably the best one she had ever taken. She was almost thankful that you insisted on cooking for her, instead of buying a delivery from a fast food chain — something that she has always done whenever she was sick.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked, sitting at the loveseat in front of her while brushing Oreo’s fur with your fingers. The dog wags his tail joyfully, making Abby smile.

“Yes. Thank you.” She sighed. “I think I’m just over-fatigue.”

“You should probably rest. Ditch the school works, it’s Friday.”

“I know, I will.” Abby nods.

“Good.” You stood up. “I’ll clean up for a bit. Call my name if you need something.”

“Sure.” Abby put on a tight-lipped smile. You nod before making your way to your bedroom. “I enjoyed it.”

“What?” You turned around, looking at her.

“The soup. It was the best.” Abby bit the inside of her cheek, feeling her face heating up.

You smiled widely, heart swelling with pride and joy as you heard her compliment, “Thanks.” You said before entering your own bed, gently closing the door before you almost squeak in pure bliss.

But that was short-lived as you realized that she’s Abby Anderson.

And she’s way out of your league.

After lounging in her bedroom for a day while ignoring everyone’s texts and calls, Abby had never felt much alive.

Maybe it was due to the fact that she got enough sleep and rest, not seeing Owen, or maybe because of you. As much as Abby still never felt comfortable enough with your presence near her, she was thankful for being roommates with you.

It is true that you two weren’t friends, to begin with. Abby could count on her fingers how many times she talked to you ever since you moved into the apartment. There’s not to say that she wasn’t fond of you, truth be told is — you make her think of so many things that she couldn’t name, or make her feel something she never knew what that is.

However, as much as Abby wanted to go back to ignoring you while she was finally okay, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for helping her when she was sick. So, she decided to ask you out — and it’s just a friendly date just to repay your kindness.

Rays of sunlight pierced through the large windows of your apartment, perfectly illuminating your figure as you stood in front of the full-length mirror and examined your face. As Abby was descending down the stairs, she couldn’t help but stare at your back, trailing her gaze from the ribbons on your hair to the soft plush of your thighs. She immediately looked away, feeling a small sweat prickling down her forehead which she quickly wiped, not wanting to appear nervous or such.

Abby cleared her throat, making you look at her.

“You’re going somewhere?” She asked silently, busying herself with removing dog furs from her shirt.

“Yeah, uh, just going to visit this newly opened cafe. My friend says it’s good.”

Abby nodded, looking away. She tried to guess who that friend was. Was it the curly-haired girl you were talking to in the library? Or the tattooed one named Ellie?

“Are you going with someone?”

“Just me.” You smiled. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah, I would love to.”

Abby has never gone on a date with someone else other than Owen, Leah, Nora, and her father. So being alone with you ignited something within her.

You were sitting across from her, giving her a perfect view of your face. She probably looked at you many times that she couldn’t keep track of her fingers and it scared if you’d think that she was creepy as hell. It’s just that she couldn’t look away, or divert her attention to some other things when a gorgeous girl was in front of her.

You were chatty, telling her some stories from your first year in the University that Abby found so adorable that she couldn’t stop herself from eliciting a small smile on her lips. You liked to joke around, giving some playful banters that Abby found witty. She never thought that talking to you was the best thing she’d ever experienced. She admired how you were so smiley, radiating light and hopeful vibes, infecting her in the meantime, breaking her out of the cold and dark shell she was caged in.

It was fun.

So, so fun.

And she doesn’t know why your company scares her.

“Come on, babe, I’ll do everything you want,” Ellie whined through the phone and your eyes almost rolled off at the back of your head at her dramatic ass.

“Figure it out on your own, Ellie.”

“I’m gonna fail!” She says, shuffling across her room.

“You should’ve thought about that before skipping your classes.”

“Come on,” Ellie answers.

“Why are you so annoying?”

“You love me.” You can imagine Ellie’s smirk. “I’m bringing snacks.”

“You should be.” You rolled your eyes once again before hanging up the phone.

It was 8:00 in the evening, and you were already in your pajama-clad state as you made your way to the dining room with your laptop clutched around your chest. The whole apartment was dimly lit, with only the warm lampshades as the source of light. Oreo was already sleeping on his bed, filling the silence in the air and comforting you.

Abby was nowhere to be found ever since you got in here after school. You waited for her to appear, eating whatever she made in the kitchen which was usually at 7:00 PM, or to make her way to the bathroom, putting on an obnoxiously loud song that you could practically hear from across the room. But she wasn’t here.

You two aren’t exactly friends. For sure, you two got closer when she was sick, but after the date you two had, Abby was back again into ignoring your presence. You did not know what to feel because you thought you were on to a good start now. Truth be told, you wanted to get to know her even more but it seems like she doesn’t really want to.

She was a mysterious woman. You always hear things about her at school. They all say that she was a smart person, always on top of the class. Everyone adored Abby, and you couldn’t blame them for that. You liked her, too, even though she was like that.

Three consecutive knocks on the door put you out of a trance, lightly making you flinch. You screwed your eyes shut before standing up. Of course, it’s Ellie.

She smiled widely, flashing you a toothy grin before lifting the paper bags in both of her hands. You opened the door, letting her in at the apartment.

“Jesus, where’s all the lights? I can’t see shit.” Ellie whispered.

“Don’t be too loud,” You nudged her. “You’ll wake up the dog.” You flicked the switch, opening the big lights just like Ellie liked, revealing the well-decorated apartment. Ellie seemed to be in awe, scanning the whole house. To be fair, it really was pleasing in the eye so you can’t blame her. If there’s one thing you and Abby could agree on, it is the interior design of the place. It was a Mediterranean revival style, taking upon the beautiful Spanish architecture that you both loved. It was a very lovely house, something you didn’t expect to live in.

“Dude your apartment was great!” Ellie complimented, sitting down beside you. She opened her laptop before gathering pieces of paper in her bag.

“Yeah, well, thanks to my roommate.” You shrugged, grabbing a piece of fries that Ellie brought.

You two got working afterward, not wasting any time. You did not want to stay up too late, and on the contrary, Ellie did not want to sleep. She says she has to go to the club at 10:00 PM, hence, she was listening to your instructions carefully, nodding at every word you say, and working seriously. To be honest, Ellie was a smart person. She was just distracted by too many things — girls, clubs, and her guitar which made her have a hard time managing her time. Which was why she was always late in class, sometimes even skipping them unintentionally. It was the reason why her guardian, Joel, kept scolding her.

“You were smart, you know. You just don’t know how to properly execute it.” You said to her as you were cleaning up the mess at the kitchen table.

Ellie smirked while putting her bag on. “I’ll see myself out.” She says, ignoring your compliment.

You nodded, opening the door quietly. “Take care, El.”

“Thank you so much for helping me.” She says, grinning at you while pinching your cheek. You winced at her touch, immediately swatting her hand. Before you could slap her shoulder, Ellie was running through the elevator while giggling. “Bye!” You hear her say.

You laughed, shaking your head at how childish she was. As you were about to lock the doors, Abby’s tall figure appeared in front of you, making you flinch in shock.

“What the hell?” You cursed, placing your hand on your loud beating heart. “Where did you come from?”

Abby’s brows furrowed deeply as she scanned your face, and back to the elevator. “Who was that?” She asked, walking past you. You can sense her irritation as she sits on the couch, removing her pair of loafers.

“It’s… Ellie—”

“Your girlfriend?” Abby looked at you with a stoic face.

“What? No—”

“Well then, why she was here? What could you two be possibly doing late at night?”

“Woah, woah,” You raised your hands in surrender before walking in front of Abby. “Where was this coming from? Me and Ellie were just friends, and we’re not doing anything you’re thinking.”

“And how could I believe that?” Abby stood up, towering over you.

“And if we really were doing whatever you think we were, then it’s none of your fucking business, Abby.”

“It is my business because you are living with me. It is one thing to share a house with a woman who– who likes girls—”

“You can say lesbian. It wouldn’t burn your tongue.” You stopped her, feeling an internal rage boiling into your skin. You were clenching your jaw hard, stopping the urge to punch this woman in front of you.

“Then keep that to yourself. I am not uncomfortable with you doing that.”

Your brows furrowed. “Doing what? Being myself?”

The living room suddenly feels deafening as the silence consumes you two. Abby looked away, arms crossed as her eyes were fixed on the floor. You sighed, shoulders going slump before looking outside the window. Tears started brimming at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill at any second.

“Abby you know I didn’t choose this. It’s who I am,” You say, voice trembling slightly as you gulp, silently wishing that the lump in your throat goes away. “Just like what you are. You did not choose to be straight, and I never got mad at you for that, didn’t I? No matter how uncomfortable it is to find you and your weird boyfriend doing unspeakable things every single week.” You looked and glared at her.

“What? Why are you turning this on me?” Abby’s voice boomed, face going red as anger silently consumed her.

“If you say something about my sexuality, it’s fine? But when I say it back to yours then you’re getting mad? For a very intelligent person, you’re such a fucking closed-minded, Anderson!” You yelled, storming through your room and slamming the door with a loud thud, making the dog wake up in its sleeping state.

Abby stood there for a long moment, staring at your closed door, the weight of her words settling in. She immediately wanted to knock on your door and take it all back. But she knew she couldn’t. The silence that followed her was deafening, a painful reminder of the distance that stretched before you two.

The cafeteria buzzed with the usual lunchtime chatter, but at your table, the mood was tense. Dina almost spat the food she was eating as she looked at you with pure shock in her eyes as you recounted your fight with Abby last night.

“She seriously said that?” She exclaimed, fuming, as she stabbed her food with a fork. “I cannot believe she reacted like that.”

You shrugged, feeling dejected as you played with your food with a spoon, not feeling an ounce of hunger. “I know, I thought she’d understand – I mean, she should be, right? She’s smart.”

“Not smart enough for that kind of talk.” Dina sighed. “Seriously, I cannot believe it. It’s unfair to you, and you shouldn’t deserve to live with that kind of person. Who knows what she might do to you.”

“You’re right. I’m going to start to hunt for another place after the midterms. I just can’t fit in my schedule right now as loads of paperwork start coming and coming in.” You shut your eyes tightly while combing your hair in frustration. “I just thought we were starting to be friends, you know?”

Dina smiled at you sadly before rubbing your back. At that moment, Ellie walked in with a huge grin on her face. She spotted you and Dina at the table and she immediately started walking towards it, but not before playfully bumping and greeting all of the people she knew. She slid beside you before sitting on the empty chair next to you.

“Thanks for helping me with my homework. I got an A.” She threw playful punches in the air.

Dina slapped her. “Shut it.” She says before taking a glance at you.

You smiled at Ellie, the one where it doesn’t meet your eyes. “No worries.”

Ellie frowned, her smile immediately faded as she took in your expression. “What’s wrong? You seem upset.” You sighed, feeling the weight of yesterday’s event pressing down on you again. “It’s Abby. We had a huge fight. She started accusing us of doing things at the apartment and she doesn’t seem to like that I was gay.”

Ellie’s eyes widened in anger. “That’s fucking bullshit! Out of all people, I thought she’d understand that.”

“What do you mean?” Dina asked.

“I mean, is she not gay?”

“Uhm… no. She has a boyfriend.”

“Well, this is now confusing.” Ellie looked at you with disbelief while leaning back in the chair. “I thought she was one of us!”

“Everyone else does. I mean, I do, too, when I first saw her.” You said, shrugging.

“That’s fucking ironic, then.” Ellie sighed. “But she fucking needs to grow up and get over herself.”

“Exactly. Our apartment is always open whenever you need it, okay?” Dina squeezed your hand.

You nodded, feeling a warmth gushing through your veins. You are thankful for your friends as they can ease your problems effectively. Abby’s words pierced right through your heart, but being with Ellie and Dina made it easier to bear.

Abby sat at one of the reserved seats for her at the rooftop of a fancy restaurant that her dad picked for them to have a meal after having time for a small break in his work. Wanting to reconcile and check in with his only daughter, he arranged this small meeting with her.

The place was elegant, with warm lighting from the big chandeliers illuminating the whole area. At the distance was a small band playing jazz music, and the gentle clicks of the silverware created a sophisticated aura. Abby sat across from her father, trying to focus on her meal. Jerry kept stealing glances at her daughter as he cut into his steak, trying to decipher what was wrong.

“Was the food not good?” He asked suddenly after a moment of silence consuming the two.

Abby’s gaze immediately flicked to meet his eyes. Her brows raised in confusion, trying to recall what her father said. “What? Uh… no.” Abby shook her head before sipping into her drink.

Jerry shrugged. “Just that you seemed tensed.”

“I’m not,” Abby responds. “The place is great.”

He hummed, nodding at what her daughter said. “So, how’s life in the apartment?” He asked, his tone casual but probing.

“It’s fine. You know, the usual. I was able to pay for all of my bills, since, well, I got a roommate.”

“And how was she?” He raised a brow. “What was her name, again?”

Abby said your name as she was pushing off her unfinished meal. She sighed, dabbing her lips with the handkerchief. “It’s fine… just a bit tense between us.”

Jerry looked at her with narrow eyes. “It’s fine but tense? What does that mean?”

Abby hesitated, not wanting to answer the question fully. She never knew what her dad would say if he found out that her roommate was gay. Besides, they never talked about that kind of stuff. All that she knew right now, was that she doesn’t want to tell anyone about your personal information.

“Personal stuff came up. I-it’s complicated and I don’t want to talk about it now.”

He sets his fork down, leaning back in his chair. “Personal stuff? Abby, if there’s a problem, you should fix it right away. You can’t just ignore it.”

“I know, Dad.” She answered; frustrations creeping up her voice as what happened that night started replaying in her mind. “It’s not that simple. But I don’t want her out of the apartment or anything… we’ll figure this out on our own.”

He studied her for a minute before nodding slowly, not wanting to press more on that matter. “Alright, but don’t let it become worse. Things like these can get ugly the more you avoid it.”

Abby exhaled a relieved sigh. “I know. I’ll handle it.”

There was a brief, uncomfortable silence before her father cleared his throat and changed the subject. “And what about Owen? How’s he doing?”

Abby’s face softened at the mention of his boyfriend — wait, she wasn’t even sure if she could still call him that, knowing what happened. She ignored his calls for days, not wanting to be in his presence to get a lot of time thinking about things. Abby thought it’d be best if she could calm down first, set aside her emotions, and be rational for once. She sighed heavily, keeping in her mind to talk to him once her father dropped her off after dinner.

“He's good. Busy with work, as usual, which was why we don’t see each other as often.” She lied, not wanting her father to pry on their relationship. You knew he was skeptical of him since the very beginning. He liked to say that Owen was up to no good and that he was just an older man who didn’t think about his future. As much as Abby tried to argue with him at first, Jerry already formed opinions about him — one that Abby couldn’t alter. But deep inside, she knew he was right. She just doesn’t want to admit it yet.

“I really hope he’s taking good care of you.” He says, eyeing her once again with glaring eyes. “If I ever got the news that he was being a bad influence on you, I’m going to cut all of your cards.” Jerry threatened her.

Oh, right, Owen was the one who insisted on gambling that night, making Abby almost lose all of her savings in her bank account. He also taught her to drink, smoke, and go into different kinds of clubs. You bet how mad Jerry was when he found out everything about it.

Abby only offered a tight-lipped smile, trying to change the subject to lighter topics. Throughout the whole dinner, Abby’s mind was always shifting into your unresolved fight as guilt starts to consume her whole. She knew her father’s advice was great, but she couldn’t bear to do it. Besides, it was easier said than done. For now, she decided to enjoy the meal in front of her, pushing away her worries at the back of her mind.

That night, Jerry decided to drop his daughter off before going into his office. She sat in the backseat of his car, staring out the window as the city lights they passed were blurred by with the speed of the vehicle. Abby tried to maintain her composure, as she tried calling Owen’s phone for the nth time but he wasn’t answering. Each unanswered notification on the screen made her anxiety slowly skyrocket.

When they finally reached their destination, the car came to a stop. Abby immediately opened the car door.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to wait for you?” Her father asked as he pulled up in front of Owen’s apartment.

Abby shook her head, “It’s fine, Dad.”

“Alright. Give me a call if you need anything.”

“I will,” She assured. “Take care.”

With that, Jerry nodded before uttering a small ‘good night’ to his daughter. Abby followed the car's gaze before deciding to head to Owen’s apartment with a heavy sigh.

Abby hated this feeling.

For someone who has been cheated on by the same guy, she did not know why she couldn’t turn numb. She hated the confrontation between her and Owen because she knew that it didn’t always end well. However, she did not know why she couldn’t just walk away from this relationship forever. It was like there’s some force between her that keeps on tangling herself with Owen — no matter how shitty he was. Abby hated how her father’s words, along with her friend’s advice kept on replaying in her mind right now. It made her feel like she was the dumbest person in the whole world.

“For a very intelligent person, you’re such a fucking closed-minded, Anderson!”

Your words rang in her ears repeatedly.

“Fuck it.” Abby cursed, trying to shake those thoughts before knocking on Owen’s door. She stood there for a couple of minutes before speaking once again. “I’m coming inside.” She notified him before fishing out his apartment’s key in her bag.

As Abby came inside, she noticed how the room was romantically lit up — where different pieces of scented candles and dimly lit lanterns were on, casting off a warm glow throughout the room. An unfamiliar woman’s perfume filled her nose, breaking her heart little by little as she strode through his room.

Abby pushed Owen’s bedroom door, revealing him with another woman in his bed.

“Owen?” She asked, voice tensed.

He scrambled to sit up, a mix of shock and fear written through his face. “Abby… I — I can explain.” He immediately grabbed his boxers, putting it in just a couple of seconds.

“Leave,” Abby commanded the girl who quickly complied. She grabbed her clothes before running past Abby, a pure horrified look was written on her face as she left the bedroom.

“I was checking in if you were still alive. And right now, I wish you were dead.” Abby’s jaw clenched.

“You don’t mean that,” Owen huffed, trying to grab Abby’s hand but she quickly moved away from his touch. He shrank, feeling dejected.

“How many times do you have to do this, Owen?” Abby snapped, tears brimming on the corners of her eyes. “What was something I don’t have for you to crave on another woman’s body?”

“It’s a mistake. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Abby sniffed, nodding at his words sarcastically. “Yeah, we’re done. It’s all done forever.” Abby started walking, but Owen was tailing her from behind.

“What? What do you mean?” He asked, completely alarmed.

“I can’t keep wasting my time with you. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

“You can’t possibly mean that.” His voice boomed, making the blonde face him with bloodshot eyes.

“I fucking do! I am so tired of putting up with your shit. Don’t ever come near me, alright? I am so disgusted at you.” She says before storming outside.

Owen tried calling her name, and a feeling of sudden fear washed inside of him. Of all the times you two broke up about this, he hadn’t seen Abby so mad that she fully said that they were finally done because he knew that she couldn’t bear to part ways with him for good. This was the reason why he was so confident to do those. But right now, she sounded determined, and Owen knew that it wasn’t good.

Abby’s thoughts were spiraling by the time she got back to the apartment. A mix of emotions started forming in her mind, making her heart clench as she stumbled inside. Tears started streaming down her face, making her barely notice that you were fully wide awake while staring at her in the kitchen with a curious stare.

“Are you okay?” You asked, breaking the silence.

Abby’s gaze flicked to your face, down to the food that you were cooking. Pasta. It was midnight and you were cooking pasta.

“W-what?” She asked, trying to focus, but her stomach started grumbling as the aroma of the food filled her nose. “I’m fine.”

You nodded, biting your tongue to ask further questions at her.

“What’s that?” Abby asked, making her way to the kitchen.

Your brows rose as you took a good look at her face. She looked like… a mess. And that’s not like her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Abby sighed heavily before shaking her head. “We broke up.”

“Oh…”

A short silence filled the air as Abby watched you put two plates on the island, filling it with the pasta you’d made. You pushed one in front of her, and Abby looked at you with wide eyes. “For me?”

“I know we’re not on good terms right now. But I don’t want you to sleep like that. Why don’t we eat past and watch movies in the living room? I can sit across from you in case you are uncomfortable and we don’t have to talk with each other.”

“I won’t be uncomfortable…” Abby said in a small voice while looking at the food.

Your brows rose at her comment. You hummed, not buying her words. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry for what I’ve said before. It’s not right.”

You scanned her face, “I don’t know about that.”

“I want to make it up to you.”

“How?”

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creambunnie · 2 months ago

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Noona!!!!!

ZEROBASEONE - Park Gunwook X You

Fluff Angst

Enjoy~~~~~~~~

You took the book that you had been searching for and couldn't help but flip through the pages as you walked back to your table.

The library was quite empty so you didn't expect to accidentally bump into someone who was walking from your right with a stack of books.

The two of you stumbled from the force, and the guy's books were scattered.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going". The guy apologised as he picked up his books one by one. You were a bit guilty because you were also not looking.

You helped him pick up the last book and handed it to him. Instead of taking it, the guy blinked a few times and stared at you with an amazed face. You were in a rush so you gave an awkward smile and put the book on the top of his stack.

You then returned to your table. You were scanning the pages for the information that you need for your research when suddenly the chair opposite you was pulled.

You looked up and saw the guy earlier. He smiled cutely before comfortably placing down his things on your table and had a seat. You scratched your forehead.

"Uhh, do you need any help?"

The guy shook his head.

"I'm Gunwook, and you are... the most beautiful person I've ever met!"

Before you could reply, he cut you off.

"Oh! Are you also a Psychology student?" Gunwook guessed right looking at the books you were reading.

You only nodded. His smile brightened and he looked like a happy puppy. "Me too!!!! But I don't think we have any classes together?"

"What year are you in?" You finally got to ask.

"I'm actually in my first year! It's my first semester so I'm a bit lost on a lot of things so here I am, trying to figure things out by reading the books the professors recommended! How about you?"

You sighed. "I am..... way too old for you to be interested in."

Gunwook wasn't phased by your answer.

"Noona?"

You felt goosebumps all over your body when he called you that.

"I'm in my final year and I'm graduating soon."

Gunwook's eye sparkled. "You're so cool! It's not a problem because I am into older women!"

You closed your book as you couldn't concentrate anymore at this rate.

"But I'm not into younger guys".

Gunwook pouted and did some calculations in his mind.

"Aren't we only like 3 years apart??? That's not much of a difference, is it?"

"Look kid, we just met each other for the first time. There are other beautiful girls who might be interested in you."

"But I'm only interested in you, Noona! Even though it's our first encounter, I've never felt anything like this before! It's love at first sight!"

You scratched your cheek this time. You really didn't know what to do. He was cute you had to admit it. Gunwook was kind of your type too. But he was a bit too young for you.

"I am interested in mature guys. You know, guys who are more socially aware and empathetic."

Gunwook quickly sat up and changed his expression into a more serious one.

"Then I'll do my best to be just like that!"

You chuckled at his cuteness and determination. You checked the time and started packing your things.

"Sorry Gunwook, I have an appointment so I'm going first. Goodluck on reading up your materials."

Gunwook changed back to his cutesy expression and nodded like a little kid. You chuckled again and walked away.

The next couple of days which turned into weeks, Gunwook would always find a way to greet you on campus. Since you were in the same department, it was easier for him to see you.

At first you tried to avoid him, but after a while, it was pointless because Gunwook would whine and cling onto you more. You were getting used to his presence and sometimes even looked forward to meeting him during your stressful semester. He was still carefree as ever.

You sighed as you came out of your supervisor's office. You thought your final year project was going well but getting a strict supervisor made you extra stressful.

"Noona!!!!!!" You heard his voice from afar. Gunwook ran towards you with a bottle of strawberry milk.

"Here I got this for you!"

You smiled lightly as you felt a bit cheered up by having Gunwook here.

"Thanks.."

Gunwook frowned and leaned down to your eye level. Your heart skipped a beat.

"Noona.. Are you okay? You look sad."

You quickly turned your face away from him to hide your embarrassed face.

"Uhm, it's just about my final year project.. My supervisor is very particular about certain details and I just can't help but feel like all the things that I've done so far is useless."

Gunwook hummed as he thought of what to say.

"If you'd like, I could help you out!! Let's go to the library together!!"

You chuckled and shook your head. You patted his shoulder and started walking.

"It's fine, I want to take a break from the project and clear my head first."

Gunwook grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the other way.

"That's great!! I was just about to invite you to watch my soccer match!"

You were confused but let him drag you anyway.

"Hmm? What if I had agreed to go to the library with you earlier?"

Gunwook only smiled cutely and continued walking.

"You know I would always fix my schedule to match yours so no need to worry about deciding anything, okay?"

AHHHHHHHHHHHH you were seriously about to fall for his sweet talk.

Gunwook led you to the front row seats.

"I have to go change, don't forget to cheer for me later on okay!" He quickly went to the back with his teammates.

You were not much of a sports person but watching Gunwook play with a big smile on his cute face made it fun. He also looked good in his sports attire.

After a few tries, Gunwook finally goaled a score. He cheered with his teammates and combed his hair back with his hand. You gulped at the sight and quickly looked away when Gunwook made eye contact with you. Gunwook grinned at your reaction.

Gunwook's team took the win for the friendly match between students from the Psychology department.

He celebrated with his team before running towards you excitedly.

"Noona! My team won!!! So can I have your number?"

You were surprised at his sudden question but also embarrassed because his voice was loud and the people around you were waiting for your reply.

You shyly nodded and everyone waiting cheered for Gunwook.

"That's my number! Don't forget to save it okay?" Gunwook said as he gave you a call. You hummed and thought of what to save his contact as.

The two of you walked out of the campus together before separating at the front gate.

"Bye Noona! I'll text you later!! hehehe"

You shook your head in amusement as you watched his back became smaller as he ran further.

You finally lied down on your bed after finishing your house chores and taking a shower. You rolled around for a bit before checking your phone. You chuckled at the notification.

From: Cheeky Kid ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Noona!!!!!!! Are you free this Friday?

To: Cheeky Kid ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I need to meet my supervisor in the afternoon, so I should be free after that. Why?

You didn't even need to wait for a minute before he replied.

From: Cheeky Kid ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Good!!! I was thinking of taking you on a date!

You couldn't help but giggle. Gunwook was always so smooth, he won't let you catch your breath.

To: Cheeky Kid ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Hmmmm, sure I guess. Just text me the details later.

From: Cheeky Kid ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Let's meet up at the busstop outside the campus at 3pm?

To: Cheeky Kid ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Alright, see you.

It was finally Friday. You were a bit nervous. Not because you had to meet your supervisor, but because Gunwook specifically said it was a date.

You wore a cute floral dress and styled your hair neatly. You even picked another bag that would match your outfit but still fit your laptop.

You tried to discuss quickly about your project so you could prepare yourself mentally before meeting Gunwook. It was weird, you meet him almost everyday but today was extra nerve-wrecking.

You reached the busstop five minutes earlier. However you waited and waited. It's been 30 minutes and Gunwook had not arrived yet.

You thought maybe he had some urgent matters to attend to so he was a bit late. But 45 minutes in, you were worried. You quickly texted him.

To: Cheeky Kid ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Hey Gunwook, is everything okay?

You waited for his reply but the message was not even delivered. After an hour of waiting, you decided to just walk back home. Maybe he really had some emergency and did not have time to text you about it.

To: Cheeky Kid ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

If you're suddenly busy, it's fine. I'll just go back first.

You chuckled bitterly to yourself. Do you like Gunwook that much that you're only thinking good things about him?

You passed by a popular internet cafe and had the feeling that you should look up. You stopped walking when you saw his familiar face, gaming with his friends.

You frowned in confusion. You took a deep breath and just continued walking, your mind were racing with so many thoughts.

"Yo Gunwook, isn't that the senior that you've been chasing?" Gunwook's eye widened as he stood up.

"Shit! What time is it now?" He took out his phone and just remembered that he switched it off earlier because his friend was call spamming him.

"Uhh 4.30pm. Why?"

Gunwook slapped his forehead and quickly took his bag.

"I need to go!!!"

His friend was confused but shrugged.

Gunwook cursed under his breath as he ran searching for you. He had walked you home once because you finished late so he knew your address.

He felt like crying when he finally saw your texts. Gunwook was guilty, he ran quite a distance but still didn't see you. As he was running, it suddenly started drizzling. He still didn't stop looking for you. He wanted to see you.

"Noona!!" He called out as if searching for a missing child.

He ran pass a busstop but quickly turned back when he realised that you were seeking shelter there.

"Noona..." Gunwook softly called as he saw your sad expression.

You looked up and took in his appearance.

Gunwook was in a simple black shirt and black jacket as if he just finished working out. He was panting from running and he was trying to wipe his wet face with his hand. He looked handsome.

"Why.. why do you always do that?" You blurted out.

You saw panic in Gunwook's eyes. He thought you were mad at him.

"D-do w-what?"

You didn't answer and just took out your clean handkerchief. You walked closer to Gunwook and helped him wipe his face. Since he was way taller, he had to bend down a bit and met you at eye level. You tried to ignore his stare as you felt your face warmed up.

"Noona.."

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry.. I know this all might sound like an excuse but I lost track of time. My friend kept calling me asking to help him level up in his game so I switched off my phone because he was annoying. But I still went to the internet cafe and helped him, and I forgot to switch my phone back on.. I actually set an alarm for our date..."

Gunwook stopped babbling when he finally realised that you were looking straight at him with an expression that he had never seen on you before. He didn't know what it was. You didn't seem happy nor sad. You also didn't look angry. You just looked calm.

"No, Noona. I made a mistake. I must've hurt you. I am sorry for making you wait alone. I promise it will never happen again. No wait, actually I can't promise because I'm scared I would be stupid enough to repeat this same thing and I--"

Your chuckle cut him off. Gunwook was still bending down to your eye level and the urge to just kiss your lips was strong. He however refrained himself.

"Noona. Can I be your boyfriend?"

You were not surprised at his question but surprised at his sudden timing to ask.

"You always do this. You always catch me off guard."

Gunwook smiled at your answer. "So is that a yes?"

You rolled your eyes playfully and pinched his cheek softly.

"I mean, how could I ever say no to this face?"

"So you only like me because of my face?!"

You shrugged and patted his cheek.

"And if I say yes?"

Gunwook pouted and clung onto your arm.

"Nooonaaaa! I'll take it, and then try to be more mature, just like you like!"

You chuckled at his words and shook your head.

"I'm just joking. I like you just the way you are Gunwook."

Gunwook cheered cutely before leaning down to peck your lips.

You touched your lips and broke into a smile.

"Do you like me that much, Gunwook?"

Gunwook nodded with a stupid smile and pulled you into a hug.

"Noonaaaaaa!!! Good morning!!" Gunwook greeted you in front of your house. Since that day, he would walk to campus with you when your classes timing matched. If he was clingy before, he became extra clingy if that was even possible. You were glad you gave Gunwook a chance.

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ameraincandy · 11 months ago

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--𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨!

Synopsis: The genshin boys & their catgirl behind closedoors~

!tw!: nsfw, mentions of smoking, mentions of the forbidden leaf, mentions of high and venti being a crackhead and consuming catnip.

Characters-! Kazuha, Venti

Author's note: finally back from being sick! Can't wait to post again<3

Seriously, what was he thinking about bringing a random girl from the streets onto his home?

Alright maybe he does have to admit that you were easy on the eye...yet imagine his surprise when he saw you sprout cat ears and a tail while rummaging through his refrigerator for that tuna sandwich he was going to have for dinner! So either way; he doesn't have the heart to throw you out, so he opted to keep you instead. It wasn't going to be easy that's for sure...but at least he would have his own “fun” punishing you.

| 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡! 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 🎀

Not only did you have a reliable master- a pretty one too at that!

Although it does add the burden of fending off unwanted admirers who stink up his scent! Can't he see that those hussies are just a waste of his time? He has to realize that they're not the ones who wait an absurd amount of time for him to come home after he disappears to the strange hell that's college! Seriously, Kazuha doesn't know how selfish he's being by leaving his kitty unattended all alone with only the various gifts he spoiled her. Why, only his catgirl can definitely take on the weird punishments that her master seems to enjoy implementing...

Yet- speaking of punishments, surely Kazuha wouldn't get upset over seeing his ruined thesis paper ripped on the floor...it was just the heat of the moment after seeing one of those floozies right at his door to seemingly deliver the papers he left.

Yeah right, like hell you could believe that! Those girls are just there to throw themselves onto your master! Annd... before you could notice, said thesis is ripped in pieces. Maybe he wouldn't get mad, after all he makes a ton of those papers, surely one being destroyed wouldn't hurt right?

NSFW under this!

The jingling of keys could be heard along with a click on the door to reveal a somewhat disheveled Kazuha inviting himself in your shared apartment; placing a hand on his hair to push it back lazily before calling out to you in a daze.

“Kitty? Are you-yawn...still awake perhaps?“ Upon hearing your master softly call your name, your cat ears perked up as the bell on your choker toiled to make your presence known to him, greeting him with a warm hug all the while stirring him awake, yet making him melt in the hug with a soft sigh.

“I'm here!~ Welcome home Kazuha, It must've been a tiresome day for you hmm..?“

While in the embrace of an innocent hug, you mischievously smothered him in your breasts with the intention to not only wipe off the stench of other girls on his clothes, but to also distract him from seeing the ruined thesis paper on the floor! Aside from your internal panic, Kazuha could clearly see past the excuses of affection that you were showing him in...But he couldn't deny the growing arousal of his from the touch of your soft body, chuckling on the side of your nape.

“Dearest, what are you hiding from me...?“

Kazuha just loved teasing you to the tip of his cock heart, seeing your flustered reactions really was the highlight of his college days and even brightened up some of his stressful weeks of the semester, and he's certainly planning on not stopping anytime soon so to further incite panic on his cute kitty girl, Kazuha pulled himself away from your chest and places himself onto your shoulder, earning to hear a well-deserved squeal out of you as he playfully makes several clicks with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh dear, have you been misbehaving in my absence? You know I don't tread lightly with any misdemeanor of yours...“

The pitch in his voice steeped to a low octave as the loving grip on your waist began to harshly mark crescendos in the flesh, restraining your movements as he led you to the door of his bedroom, a sinister smile growing on Kazuha's lips as he hushed your panic cries.

”Shhh shh...stop trying to resist, you deserve this don't you..?” Kazuha brazenly wiped the tears from your weeping form as a dark seductive laugh escapes from his lips, coming from such a mesmerizing face and flowery words...you hadn't noticed that Kazuha already unlocked the bedroom door and you swiftly landed on his bed.

By then, what snapped you awake was the apparent sound of clothes ripping and the wide physical shock from seeing your master already placed in between your legs, biting and sucking so harshly on the supple flesh that you're sure blood would appear.

“K-kazuha haah...! sniff enough please! It hurts!...hic- sssso much! Ssssoso!-“ You wail a panicked cry on deaf ears as Kazuha slapped your exposed clit with an amused smile, tutting at your whining.

“Ah ah ahhh~ you know that isn't my name in this situation, say it correctly and I just might go gentle for tonight's punishment...♡“

Kazuha playfully mused as he briefly blew a wisp of cold air on your exposed cunt, causing you to shiver violently from the sensation with a yelp.

“M-mreow Hah! Master! P-please go gentle on me~“ You mewled desperately that you haven't felt your fluffy cat tail wrap around his wrist that delayed another teasing on your puffy clit, to Kazuha's distaste.

“You disappoint me kitten...haven't I told you to stop resisting? Enticing me with that sweet voice of yours won't make things better either...” Kazuha sighed before cruelly plunging three fingers inside your vulva with no warning. Before you could even realize the tears swelling in your eyes, all you felt was the painful stretch of his slender fingers inside your gummy walls. The bed then creaked slightly as Kazuha adjusted himself on your pathetic form to nibble on your fluffy cat ears to his liking.

“Come now and caress those pretty nipples of yours to encourage my fingers to start moving, that's what you want don't you?” Followed by a shaky nod, your hands started to toy with your perky nipples to feel your master finally, finally! thrust those three fingers of his inside you, sliding just right to your tight squishy walls while gradually coating his fingers in your slick...even picking up the pace a bit by thrusting in and out of your pussy.

”Ahh..ah! Fuck! Y-yes yesyes! Ooh! Right there m-master i'm...hahh..so close!“ You moaned in relief as you've begun to roughly tug and squeeze your nipples in an attempt to ease the impending orgasm for that night and the sinful noises of Kazuha's fingers squelching inside of you wasn't helping with your embarrassment either. Oh well, at least he was fingerfucking you so damn good that you could barely comprehend the dirty talk Kazuha was whispering in your ear...and after a few harsh thrusts, a moan was ripped out of your throat as you let out your orgasm, causing you to cream so much around his fingers.

While you were preoccupied twitching intensely underneath him, you felt your master pull his three fingers outside of you with a string of your essence present as he grinded his clothed erection on your bare pussy with a lazy grin.

”Fuck...that was hot of you, my love...open wide~”

Kazuha then nudges the corner of your mouth open with his thumb to allow access his three fingers to rest snugly on your tongue with the taste of your sweet-salty cum overfilling your taste buds...you swear you would see the twisted expression of affection Kazuha is showing if it weren't for the sensation of his fingers shoving you open.

| 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫! 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢 🍀

Leave it to the fun professor of the Monstadt Department to get high with his cat-well er...catgirl. Jokes aside, Venti is a doting master to you almost frequently, despite your ironic contrast of being the responsible one in this living arrangement. Yet every once in a while, he forgets your constant scolding of his reckless behavior when he gets carried away with unwinding~

NSFW under this!

Dear god, if only you knew the devious shit he had planned for the both of you that day you would've shut the door on his face when he came home after a day at his University but to your reluctance, it was already too late for that when you found yourself sat on his lap with his lips hurriedly scattering kisses on your neck while you shakily lit up the rolled-up cigarette in his hand. While Venti; of course who noticed your nervousness began to take advantage of it by fiddling with the hem of your flimsy underwear, in the midst of his advances you winced from the sensation as you didn't even notice Venti's harsh sucking omit from your neck.

“Haah, you put on a facade as if you're not enjoying it~“ Venti nibbled hurriedly on the shell of your cat ear before swiftly taking away the lit-up cigarette off your hands with a soft inhale.

Although your cheeks were flushed, you still scoffed at that cocky accusation of your head turned away with a haughty pout;

“You leave me no choice, If I left you alone, only god knows the things you would- nffmph?!”

Alas, before your master could hear another harsh scolding from you; he was quick to slot his cigarette in between your lips instead.

“cough- cough! What the f...aAh~” Venti who let out a soft shush to your whining, encourages you to inhale while nudging his knee into your clothed cunt sensually by swaying side to side against your drenched clit...chuckling slightly from how your slick leaked so much through his knee. You, on the other hand can start to feel the effects of the drug start to take in with the helpful pointers from your teacher~♡

With a swift exhale out of the cigarette in between Venti's fingertips, you leaned into his slender chest while grinding back onto his knee, while the room continues to smell like sex by the evident sounds of your panting growing louder by adjusting to the rhythm on his lap to satisfy the underlying urge your instincts were screaming at you to fulfill.

“Shit- That's my windblume...F-fuck i need to-“

Venti swallowed your moans with an intense kiss as he allowed you to continue grinding your weeping cunt onto his evident hard-on before getting you off his lap to throw your back on the couch, wiping away the drool from his mouth to abruptly lift your leg over his shoulder to continue pressing against your now-drenched pussy.

“My snobbish kitten looks so vulnerable under me...you look perfect this way...“

Venti muffled his moans in between your neck as you felt his throbbing cock slip out of his boxers- adding more sensation to this high of yours and not a second more, you could see the self-restraint in his demeanor slip away with every quick inhale he took out of his cigarette.

“I-i can't hold back anymore...“ Venti panted in your ear before biting his lip so harshly that it threatened to spill red, accompanied by the feeling of his experienced hands straddling your hips that sent shivers down your spine as he briskly thrusted his engorged tip against your outer pussy lips, bottoming out completely with a gutteral groan. "M-master... fuck! it hurts-!" You immediately clasped your arms around Venti's back to dig in your sharp nails onto his skin effectively marking bright red-crescendos on your owner just as he wanted due to the fact that Venti's thrusts against your pussy started to reach deeper places inside of you...His lips omitting a puff of smoke onto your face before quickly asserting his ownership over your tongue and- wait, was that the taste of catnip on his lips? Venti could only chuckle between your lips at your bewildered expression; "You know I- shit...wasn't sure if catgirls like you could get high off regular weed...so I-" Venti pulled away from your enticing lips with a string of saliva glossing over as he paused his words to focus on the tight squeeze of your cunt, hitching his self-restraint to the best of his ability to prevent shooting ribbons of his cum inside you too soon~

"So I- purchased some catnip as a precaution..!- ah, lucky for me however..." You found his slender fingers wander to your chin, lifting it slightly to present his predatory gaze over yours, a smile that could only hold desire for his one and only pet.

"Your lewd moans in a chorus of a sweet melody deserves praise from her teacher hmm..?" You could only continue to claw harder against Venti's back to let him know your response as you start to feel his hips relenting it's pace-

”f-fuck wait- windblume...! S-SHIT!“ -and with a sharp thrust, Venti released globs of his cum with a whine as your walls convulsed around Venti's cock warmly as you started to tighten up around him to milk him for what he's worth...Yeah, you're sure as hell that Venti is going to be late for his prof class... Although maybe you'll give his scolding later~

#genshin imapct #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin imagines #back from the dead #tw smoking #tw drugs #tw smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #venti x reader #venti x you #genshin venti #genshin kazuha #genshin impact smut

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writing-with-yours-truly · 2 months ago

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Javier (Twisters) x Reader Songfic: "Am I okay?"

This isn't my original idea, but I saw someone doing this with Tyler, so I thought I'd do it with Javi!

Featuring: Swearing, alcohol, close to a heart attack possibly

Not featuring: Angst, smut, or fighting. OR Y/N use!!!

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You were in your Sophomore year of college, trying to major in business. The spring semester just started a few weeks ago and you already felt stressed. So, you decided that you were going to go to a close-by bar with your friend Addy, who was majoring in meteorology. She was a part of this big project that needed a big grant to help it once it took off.

Once you decided what you were going to wear, you headed out with Addy to make one hell of a night for yourself.

The two of you were sat at the bar, drinking lightly, when the door opened, and the room got louder. You turned around. Oh, my God. He looked like a dream. Freckles dancing on his face like stars. Beautiful eyes, and beautifully long curls. Your heart started to race so fast you thought you were having a heart attack.

Addy glanced at you, confused at your reaction. She then turned to see who you were staring down.

"Oh," Addy spoke up. "That's Javi. I storm chase with him when we go out in the spring. We're apart of that group I was telling you about."

"You chase with him?" You asked, fanning yourself. "He's such a dream, Addy. Oh, my God. Am I okay?" You were mostly talking to yourself at this point.

But then, something extraordinary happened. Javi looked over in your direction. At you. Your entire body froze up in shock. All you could muster is a wave. Javi smiled, and waved back, before returning to his conversation with one of the people who came with him.

You tried to ignore the surge of red in your cheeks and continued drinking with Addy. Sooner than later, Javi walked over to you and Addy as you two were finishing off a non-alcoholic beverage.

"Addy, you didn't tell me you had friends!" Javi said jokingly, nudging her shoulder as he stared you down. "Do you expect me to not talk to people outside of our circle?" Addy glared at him. "This is a friend I met in one of my outside activities. She's nice."

"I'm Javier by the way," Javi introduced himself, extending his arm for a handshake behind Addy's back. You extend your hand as well, the handshake lingering longer than it should have which caused your heart to jump from 90 beats to 100 beats. "Nice to meet you. As Addy said, I'm one of her friends. We met at a coffee shop."

"Well, a friend of Addy's is a friend of mine." Javi smiled at you. There was about ten seconds of this-- you and Javi staring at each other with grins on your faces, until Addy spoke up. "Well, the two of us better get going, we had plans tonight."

"Alright, Miss "I work on a schedule!". I'll see you Monday, alright?" He maneuvers around Addy and behind you, both perched in your seats still, before making his way to his friends, now sitting at the bar. He turned around to look at you. "And it was nice meeting you by the way."

You two left the bar and you looked shit-faced but still had that stupid smile etched on your face. You spent the night at Addy's dorm, raving about Javi.

"Girl, chill. I'm sure you'll see him again," Addy said, finishing the braid she did in your hair. "Hey, what's that in your pocket?" She asked, pulling out a yellow sticky note. She read it after setting your hair down. She grinned from ear to ear and handed it to you.

It read:

Hey, I never found your name out. Maybe you could text me your name sometime and we can go out to eat? -I'm not really good at this am I?- -- Javier Rivera

He's really going to give you a heart attack, isn't he?

#javier rivera x reader #twisters javi #twisters x reader #javi Rivera x reader #javi twisters x reader #fluff #megan moroney #x reader

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itscatchyouintherye · 3 months ago

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Do you have a minute? [ReaderxStevenGrant]

Steven is a guest professor at your university for this semester, giving a lecture on Egyptology. The last class of the semester stresses him out so much that Marc needs to take over. No problem – he did this before. Then, however, he’s the one to finally realize that you were flirting with Steven the entire semester.

Inside – Marc & Steven

“Please don’t mess this up!”

“I’m not!”

“Seriously, I need this to go well.”

“Yes, you told me.”

“It’s just-“

“Do you want to do it?”

“I can’t!”

“Then be quiet.”

“Alright.”

“It will be fine. I practiced my British Accent, mate.”

“Oh, for God’s sake.”

“I need to hang up now to start the lecture.”

“Hang up? What? Oh- we’re already here.”

Whispering: “Who’s that hot girl staring at me?”

“That’s- Hey! She’s looking at me! And don’t say that. She’s very sweet and smart and nice to talk to.”

Outside – Marc & You

Steven’s eyes look different today, you think to yourself as you smile at him. He gives you a nod as he says something else into the phone before hanging up.

You wonder who that was. Honestly, the way Steven talked to you before made you think that he doesn’t, well, talk to other people. And somehow, for some reason, he managed to make that sexy.

You’re very aware that today is the last chance you get to ask him out. Yeah, sure, you like had coffee and he even invited you to have lunch with him one time; however, you don’t think he caught on to the fact that you’re into him – bad. Which, again, bless him, is sweet and somehow sexy, but you also really want to…

“Morning everyone!” He speaks up.

You furrow your eyebrows. He sounds different. You cannot really pinpoint it, but something is off. You look around: the lecture hall is busy, but no one else seems to notice. The conversations subside quickly, and people get their pens out. So do you.

Maybe you’re just nervous. That’s probably it. You are overanalyzing his every move, to find any indicator that he likes you or that he’s just being polite or- oh my god, shut up. Focus on the lecture and worry about everything else later.

You do manage to keep your eyes on the screen and take notes. Then, though, half an hour in, Steven keeps looking at you. It’s as if his own ability to focus on the lecture shrank.

In your peripheral, you can make out that he’s facing your direction and his gaze burns your cheek. You hold on to the pen in your hand tighter, forcing yourself to look at your notes. It almost hurts your eyes how badly you try to control them.

It’s rather embarrassing how extreme you react to him simply looking in your direction. You have to blink rapidly to be able to refocus and at least hear every second word.

You’re relieved when his voice finally is louder than the white noise that’s caused by your heartbeat again. That only lasts about three seconds, though. Because then you realize that he is walking in your direction.

It’s just impossible to not look up now.

You raise you head to find him almost in front of you.

You’re sitting in the second row, and he is looking up towards the last rows as he’s talking, but it still feels like he’s cornering you.

You gulp and give up on taking notes. You put your pen down and blindly reach for your water bottle to take a sip in hopes that it will calm you down.

It almost worked, but then he makes eye-contact. You immediately hold your breath, and your body feels like it’s sinking through the chair.

Steven’s eyes shimmer and the corners of his mouth turn upwards while holding your nervous gaze. You never reacted like that to him. Somehow, he suddenly is intimidating. Then he smirks at you. It’s inconspicuous and probably invisible to anyone who hadn’t paid attention, but it’s very visible to you. You press your lips together.

After another moment, he turns around and walks back to the screen to point at something. The entire silent exchange lasted maybe ten seconds, max. He did not interrupt his lecture once while it happened. That wasn’t necessary to leave you flustered.

You run your fingers through your hair and close your eyes, listening to his goddamn attractive voice. The entire semester he did not do anything like this during a lecture. He did smile at you whenever he came in and find you in your usual seat. He asked you about the essay you handed in, talking to you about it over a coffee. He wiped his hands off on his pants, drying his sweaty palms. Never, never did he so openly flirt with you.

Oohh, you breathe out through your mouth. It’s the last class – and he is obviously aware of that as well. Is he finally shooting his shot with you? Shit, is that what’s happening?

You’re not willing for him to do that, are you? It’s not you getting your hopes up unreasonably, is it?

Inside – Marc & Steven

“See, she like you.” Marc whispers while turning his back to the classroom so that the students cannot see his mouth moving.

“I think-“

“Shush. You know I’m right.”

“But what if-“

“Do you want to go out with her?”

“Oh my god yes.”

“Then I will ask her.”

“No, don’t! I-“

“As I was saying,” Marc turns back to the class.

Outside – Marc & You

The rest of the lecture flies by, you constantly bouncing your leg under the table.

You equally dread and cannot wait for what’s going to happen when Steven ends the class.

“Any last questions for me?” He asks.

“Yes, Professor Grant! Could you…”

You don’t listen to the student’s question. You’re way too amused by the fact that they call him Professor Grant. To you, he was Steven from the first time he spoke with you privately – he insisted. He does not request that from the other students. You smile.

Suddenly, everyone begins to clap. You enthusiastically join, catching on to the fact that the class is over.

Then Steven’s face changes for a moment. His expression softens, his eyes become a bit wet, and his posture shifts in a way that he looks smaller than before. He looks intimidated but also proud. It’s very sweet and the demeanor you are used to see.

When everyone starts to get up, he blinks several times and straightens his back, before looking at you. Other than the rest of the class, you show no intend to leave. It’s not entirely by choice. It’s more like you can’t really move, too entranced by the eye-contact. He looks excited.

You inhale deeply and finally get at least your arms to work and pack up your stuff.

Steven then quickly walks back to his desk and gets his stuff as well. He puts on his light-blue cotton jacket and swings his bag over his shoulder.

Slower than necessary, you stand up and zip your backpack.

The lecture hall is almost empty by now and there is not much time left until it becomes very obvious that you are lingering around on purpose.

But Steven is still at the front, turning off the projector and whatnot.

You start to feel like a fool, and disappointed. It’s fine. You shouldn’t have read so much into his behavior.

Legs wobbly, you turn around and start to walk up the stairs to the exit. Your heart is beating quickly and with every step you wonder if you should simply ask him. Maybe he’s too shy? Since he only was a guest Professor, it’s not inappropriate to go out after the class ended. You lightly shake your head, trying to get over the heartache before it can even fill your chest.

Then he calls your name. You take another step before you register that he actually is talking to you and that it wasn’t in your head. Swallowing hard, you turn around.

“Do you have a minute?” Steven asks while following you up the stairs.

Oh, you have so many minutes for him.

“Sure.” You smile, expecting for him to maybe ask you what you thought of the lecture or-

“Would you like to go out for a drink with me?”

Your next heartbeat is so violent that you almost put your hand on your chest to stop your heart from jumping out of it.

“Very much, yes.” You reply.

His smile brightens: “Are you free tonight?”

“Yes!” You sound a little too relieved.

While you let your eyes dart over his gorgeous face, he gets out a notebook and a pen.

He opens a random page and holds it out to you: “Give me your address and number?”

Hands shaky, you take it from him. He’s actually taking you out, like, picking you up and everything. Jesus Christ – bless men over forty.

Trying your best to write legible, you scribble down your information.

“Does seven work for you?” He asks when you hand the notebook back.

You have no idea if it does. At this point, you don’t even know what day of the week it is. Of course, you agree, nevertheless.

Inside – Marc & Steven

“I’ll leave you to it.”

Steven takes a deep breath: “I got this.”

“Just ring the doorbell.”

“You won’t be, like, watching?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Okay…”

“Ring the doorbell already!”

Outside – Steven & You

You want to look good, but you definitely don’t want to overdress. You don’t know how casual this will be.

When the doorbell rings at two minutes past seven, and you immediately open, you’re very glad that you didn’t put on heels. Steven is wearing his signature dress shirt and jacket – the shirt, however, looks very straightened. And he definitely showered and did something with his hair.

“Hey.” You breathe out and only now notice the flowers he brought. No one ever did that for you – you have no idea how to react. Giving you a slightly insecure smile, he holds them out to you. When you take them, your fingers touch and you almost let the flowers fall to the floor.

“Thank you so much.” You tell him, eyes darting to his lips and back to his eyes.

“I’ll put them in water and then we can go.” You quickly add and hurry to the kitchen.

Your hands tremble as you fill up a glass with water. He brought you flowers!

Is it embarrassing or weird that that makes you wet?

Lord, chill out.

Steven is waiting outside your apartment for you. Checking for your keys, you take your handbag and let the door fall shut behind you.

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“There’s a bar I like nearby, is that okay?” He needs to clear his throat halfway through the sentence, making you realize that he didn’t say anything until now.

You nod.

“Or would you like to eat something first?” He backpaddles even though you already agreed.

“Bar sounds good.” You assure him. A drink will probably be good for both of you.

Miraculously, you’re able to make comfortable conversation on the way. It’s easy to talk about something that has to do with factual information. You really like when he gets passionate and shares his knowledge. For some reason, he seems surprised that you enjoy listening to him – even though you literally took a course in his field.

“Here we are.” Steven opens the door to the bar for you after a ten-minute walk.

“Thanks.” You really like this sweet, polite thing he has going on. You noticed it, of course, before, but never to this extend. After all, this is your first official date.

This is a date, you remember. You were so caught up in listening to him, that you forgot. You have to avoid eye-contact while choosing a table to have time to collect your thoughts.

Just enjoy it. This is what you so desperately hoped for. You better get your game on.

As soon as you have a drink in your hand, it’s like you’re able to reach the switch inside you that makes you flirtatious instead of awkward.

Steven shifts the focus of the conversation to you, visibly nervous but also really interested. His eyes are attentive and the way he asks questions tells you that he genuinely cares.

You do too, but you now and then lose your train of thought, distracted by your longing to kiss him.

What you dare to do, as you turn to the bar to wave over the waiter, is to put your hand on his to let him know that you want to order more. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his lips part. When the waiter approaches your table, you gently take your hand away to open the menu and point at the drink you’d like. Steven says: “I’ll take the same.” Without knowing what you ordered.

“Coming right up.” The waiter says and leaves.

You raise your gaze from the table to look back at Steven’s face. His cheeks are lightly flushed. It could also be the heat from the candle on the table, but you don’t think that’s the case.

His hand still lies where you left it: on the middle of the table.

Propping your head up on one hand, you reach across with the other and lightly touch his fingers. His eyes light up and he intertwines them with yours.

This officially makes this more than just a date with your professor (as if that weren’t already exciting enough). This is the both of you admitting that you want each other.

So, after gulping the next drink down, Steven pays, and you willingly get up as well. He only lets go of your hand for a moment, so that you can put on your coat, and then takes it again to lead you outside.

You walk a few meters away from the entrance of the bar.

Since it’s during the week, only a few cars are driving by, leaving you alone with the quiet humming of the street lantern.

“I wanted to do this all semester long.” He tells you.

You turn your head, surprised by his candid statement.

“Take me out?” You smile.

“No.” He tugs on your arm, making you step closer. “Kiss you.” Steven murmurs and pushes his hand into your hair to pull you flush against him. Your lips meet and you sigh, throwing your arms around him.

He kisses you softly, cradling your face. Despite the chilly air, it makes you feel hot.

“Me too.” You whisper and tilt your head to kiss him deeper.

When you break the kiss to take a breath, you ask: “Would you like to come back to my place?”

He leans back, hand still on the side of your face: “Yes, but…” His voice trails off.

You caress the back of his neck and wait for him to finish the sentence, your eyes soft.

“I want this to be more than a one-night stand.”

Your heart flutters and you press another kiss to his lips before telling him: “It will be.”

#fanfic #reader insert #female reader #flirting #fluff #mcu fandom #mcu #moon knight #steven grant #egyptology #marc spector #first kiss #pining #professor x student #reader x steven grant #reader x moon knight #first date

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kkenma666 · 1 year ago

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(재윤,희승) jake & heeseung.. finally theirs

warning.. slightly suggestive content ahead, jake likes heeseung a tiny little bit..

"hi there! can we play with you?" two raven-haired children approached yn.

yn's eyes immediately light up at the thought of making new friends. "of course! what's your name?"

"my name's jake and this is heeseung!" jake gestured to the younger boy next to him, heesung shyly waved at you.

"what about you?" jake beamed at the young child. they both sat down and built sand castles alongside young yn in the sandbox.

"im yn, nice to meet you both!"

"jake, heeseung!" your eyes gleamed upon seeing your childhood friends. you hastily made your way towards them, excited that you're finally able to see them both.

the two guys smiled seeing you make your way toward them, adoration in their eyes.

"hi yn!" jake greeted you with heeseung following suit. you smiled up at the both of them greeting them back. "so what's the surprise that you both wanted to tell me?"

jake and heeseung looked at each other before glancing back at you. this caused you to become quite nervous.

"well, since we're on our semester break.." heeseung spoke up first "i was- i mean we were thinking of inviting you to a trip to jeju!" jake continued.

you stared at them both, obviously shocked at the surprise. "what. a- are you serious?!" you yelled.

jake and heeseung only nodded, excited about the trip already. "yup! and we already paid for all of it so you don't have to spend a single penny."

guilt began to sink in after you realized. "woah woah, you guys paid for everything?" they both nodded. "and how long is this trip?" you asked still shocked.

"its three days two nights!" jake beamed.

your shock only doubled as your mouth hung lower. "oh no, oh no no no. i- you guys already paid for everything.. at least let me pay for the-"

jake quickly interrupted you "no yn, we know how stressed you've been lately. it's a.. gift from us! to help you relax."

you teared up and hugged both of them, thanking them for the surprise and how much you really needed it.

and so your three-day two nights trip to jeju began!

your shock only tripled when they booked an expensive hotel to stay at but they just brushed it off since it barely dented their bank account.

everything went smoothly as planned as the three of you had fun.

so many memories were made on those three days at said island. you felt like the three of you just got infinitely closer.

you pull on the fabric that you were wearing, adjusting it to fit just right on your body.

jake and heeseung had told you to dress up fancy for the last night you were in jeju.

excitement bubbled up as you wondered what they were planning ahead but nevertheless, you sprayed on some perfume before heading off to the lobby of the hotel.

jake and heeseung looked at you in awe as soon as you stepped into the lobby.

the way your outfit just clung onto your body perfectly, your hair styled in a way that compliments your face, to the accessories that completed the whole outfit.

you blushed from their staring as they both hooked your arm toward the lobby exit, but instead of going out the main entrance, they led you out the back entrance that faced the beach.

the sight was something you never expected to see.

the ombre orange sky loomed over the candle-lit table completed with many decorations. the many candles illuminated the once-dark surroundings.

in the middle, a table with a white cloth sat. candles and tons of food decorate the empty table.

"wow.. im speechless.. did you prepare this for me?" you asked the two guys. they both nodded seemingly proud of their hard work.

jake gestured for you to take off your shoes, afraid to get them dirty to which you agreed. heeseung then picked you up and carried you towards the table.

once you were finally seated, heeseung and jake took their spot as they both were obviously nervous.

"so, what's the special occasion?" you asked them, intrigued at what their answer would be.

heeseung poured the three of you a glass of wine, the expensive maroon liquid swirling around in the glass.

the two guys looked visibly nervous, sweat dropping on their foreheads.

"yn.. the whole reason we even took you on this trip is because.." heeseung started off.

"-please be mine!" jake interrupted heeseung, cutting him off and making him angry. "hey! wait, please be mine, yn!" heeseung ended up confessing also.

you stared at the both of them in shock, not knowing how to respond. they both stared at you in anticipation, contemplating your answer.

you cleared your throat as you finally made up your mind. "i uh.. i really like both of you.. and i can't choose between you both..." jake and heeseung looked at each other, both confused about what to do.

but you weren't finished, "but.. i was thinking maybe we could go poly."

jake and heeseung stared at each other for a while, pondering about your suggestion.

you sweatdropped at this, "uh i-i mean we- i mean you don't have to if-"

"sure" jake answered. i mean, after all those years of bickering and fighting heeseung he's bound to like him a little tiny bit.

heeseung pondered to himself for a moment before grabbing your hand with jake doing the same. "sure, i don't mind that idea."

you stared at the two guys, love and adoration in your eyes.

heeseung leaned to place a soft chaste kiss on your lips. jake then placed another and another.

the rest of the night was filled with waves of laughter and good vibes all night long.

the night ended with jake carrying you back to your hotel room, heeseung following along with your shoes.

the three of you finally had your very needed alone time together with them both exploring your body and worshipping it.

a certain feeling of satisfaction washed over them as they finally realized you were theirs now. no more jealous looks shared with each other whenever they watch you embrace another man.

tonight, they both are making sure that you'll remember this night forever.

btw.. i dont do idol x idol i just added that in cus idk it made more sense...????

#tehhyunie writes!!#kpop x reader #jake x reader #jake x gn reader #jake x male reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung x gn reader #heeseung x male reader #enhypen x male reader #enhypen x gn reader

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sanzusslutt · 2 years ago

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I NEED you to write a gojo smut where teacher!gojo has y/n in his mind from the beginning of the semester and he finally got her under him. AND! make her a virgin... :))

Your wish is my command!

Pairing: Teacher!Gojo x F!Virgin!Y/N

Warnings: virginity loss, mature themes, oral fixation (m! and f! receiving), clit play, forced blowjob, y/n is playing hard to get, cursing, praising, dark content, dumbification, manipulation, unprotected sex, choking, begging, crying during sex, dacryphilia, fem pronouns + fem body descriptions, rough, gangbang, dubcon, dirty talk, degrading, sub!reader, fingering, unprotected, creampie, impact play ( kinda ), he is kinda mean, sry if I missed any..

Summary: Your professor had enough of you having crushes at other student when he is standing right there and now you don’t pay attention to his teaching because of that? Oh.. you’re so screwed..

"open your mouth more, doll" Your handsome teacher demanded as he shoved his veiny cock deeper down your tight throat causing you to gag.

How did you end up like this? Sucking on your professor's dick inside a classroom?

You don't even know... What you do know is that all the girls in your class would kill to be in your shoes. Who wouldn't?

From the very first day that Gojo Satoru came into the classroom, all the girls were onto him. He received cards, letters, flowers, almost everyday but he didn't seem to care or be bothered by it. The way he talks, he moves, he teaches was so attractive that anyone would like to be in his sight.

There were some rumors that he had messed around with some students but there weren't many people who actually believed them. He seems so sweet and kind, always checking if the lesson was understood by all students, helping when someone asked him for something, congratulating you when you pass a test, explaining you what you didn't understand after the class was over, caressing your shoulder whenever you seemed stressed over a test, always making time for you his students.

You could understand all this fuss about Gojo-sensei, he was indeed charming. But you never thought of him more than just your teacher. There was a guy from your class that caught your eye and the last couple of days you caught yourself staring at him for a hot minute. But you grew up in an overprotective house with strictly religious parents, meaning that you weren't allowed to have boyfriends. You weren't even allowed to watch any kind of porn due to parents thinking that it was not appropriate for a woman to watch sinful things like that, making you unaware of anything that has to do with sex.

Little did you know that your sinlessness life would take a turn like that...

It all started one afternoon after class. You stayed behind wanting to ask an extra explanation about today's lesson from your charismatic teacher. He was sitting alone on his desk, correcting the newly handed tests that your class took the hour before.

"Gojo-sensei?" You called, causing him to turn around on your sweet voice.

"Yes, dear?" He answered with a sweet smile on his face.

"I'm really sorry to disturb you, but I'd want you to explain to me something about the homework you gave us.. if you have the time.." You shyly admitted. A small smirk slowly building on Gojo's face as he admired your adorably shy face, thinking about what other faces you could make when you're under him.

"Don't worry, darling. I always have time for my students. Come here" He reassured you as he patted the desk in front of him. With light steps, you went closer and eventually got next to him on the desk. "What is it that you didn't understand, dear?" He asked, resting his hand on your lower back and doing little circles with his thumb.

"Um... This one" You exclaimed as you placed down the papers with the homework and showed him the exercise that troubled you.

"Oh? This one is quite easy, I explained it many times and you still didn't understand?" he chuckled, causing you to feel embarrassed at the fact that you didn't quite paid much attention to today's lesson. "You paid attention to today's teaching, right?" he asked, looking at you with his piercing blue eyes.

"Y-Yes! I did!" You defensively answered. How could you tell your teacher that you were staring at your classmate instead of paying attention to his lesson? The last thing you wanted was to give a bad impression of yourself to your professor.

"No.. I think you didn't.. I explained this specifically to two students.. What were you doing, darling?" The tone in his voice was smooth, seductive. "Maybe.. you were.." Your cheeks started to grow hotter at the embarrassment that he might had figured out your little crush and think of you as a brainless little girl who thinks none of her studies. "Staring at someone?"

Shoot.

He got up from his chair with a sign as he place your hands on his desk, making you bend a little and your short skirt rise a bit higher. What is he gonna do to you? Is he going to call your parents? tell them you didn't pay attention to your classes?

A *click* woke you up from your thoughts, turning your head to the side you saw your teacher at the door. He lock it? What? why..?

"Silly girl.. staring at someone else while I am teaching such an important lesson?" The bitter taste of jealousy stayed in his tongue as these words left his mouth. How could you look at another boy when he is right there?

"I- I'm s-sorry..." You muttered. Fear making you feel a chill on your spine as you heard his voice from behind.

"Apologizing won't help you this time, darling" He said as he placed both his hands on your waist, leaning on your back and whispering in your ear. "I have a different kind of punishment in mind, love"

love? The nickname made you quiver and your stomach turn like a washing machine as the smell of his intoxicating expensive cologne made your head feel dizzy. A cold breeze on your butt made you turn your head around, only to see your teacher admiring the fat of your ass as he lifted your dark color skirt.

"What are you?!- Ahh!!" A hard smack on your left asscheek made you scream in pain as he soothed the red mark from his palm with his hand.

"Sensei?..." You turned your head around to face him as tears started building on your eyes, fear bubbling up inside your stomach thinking that he might smack you again.

"Shh.. Don't worry, darling. You just do what I say and everything will be okay." The cold tone on his voice made you shiver as the second spank was landed on your buttcheek.

Then three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Your cries were muffled by your hand as you tried not to scream too loud. Actually, you were afraid your voice would betray you as you were starting to feel a kind of pleasure in his actions. You would never admit it but a flame started to lit up as he kept smacking your behind, his cock growing painfully hard with every slap and every one of your muffled moans.

"Good girl, now get on your knees." he ordered. You freezed at the command, standing and looking at his blue full of lust eyes. Your gaze drifted downwards, your mouth went dry when your eyes got to the bulge in his pants.

"I said. get on your knees." he ordered again. Tears start building in your eyes as your gaze dropped down to your feet.

"You stupid girl..." He grabbed your hair and made you sit on your knees, face in front of the tent in his pants. The pain on the back of your head made you feel an unfamiliar ache between your legs. "I thought you would follow my orders like a good girl, but as it seems I have to punish you more..."

He gently caressed your cheek with his left hand as his right still has a tight grip on your hair.

SMACK

The tears that you so hard tried to stop, fell down your red cheeks at the hard slap on the place he was caressing a few seconds ago.

The pain on Satoru's cock became unbearable seeing your beautiful teary doe eyes looking up at him.

The hand that smacked your cheek found place on his covered dick, doing up and down motions, slowly jerking himself above his jeans while looking at your perfect face.

Your eyes started from your sockets at his moves as he started unbuckling his belt and letting his jeans fall down to his ankles, making his big cock stand out from his boxers. The grip his hand had on your hair grew tighter as he got you closer to his painfully hard erection and nearly thrusting it on your face, trying to release some of the tension. You placed your hands on his thighs as you tried to push yourself off of his grip.

"Please... let me go.." You cried, hoping he would feel sorry for you and let you leave. But that was never his intention. Instead, your actions made him groan in disapproval but also satisfaction as he found some fixation on your face.

"You look so pretty when you cry.. So beautiful, love" You looked up again on the snowhaired man as he moved you from his hard on and finally free his leaking dick.

Your eyes grow wide at the sight in front of you. His cock was big and heavy, at least 9 inches long and 3 inches wide. Red angry tip leaking pre cum and two veins popping at each side of it. The view made your thighs close impulsively, in hope that the burning sensation you had between your legs would ease down.

"Open that pretty little mouth of yours, sweetheart" He once again ordered, bringing you closer to his cock by the grip on your hair.

You tried to back away from him but it was just impossible. His hold on your hair was too tight to break free.

"You don't wanna see me get mad. Do as I say. Unless you want your parents to find out about your little crush.."

Just the thought of your parents finding out about your classmate, or what is happening right now scared you more than anything.

With that in mind, you slowly opened your mouth looking at his celestial blue eyes. He took this opportunity and shoved his cock into the back of your throat without any preparation. Even if it wasn't even halfway in, it still was too much for your little inexperienced throat. He stayed still for a moment, trying to get used to your tight throat as you struggle to breathe. Spit coming out of the corner of your mouth and tears falling from your eyes to your red cheeks. His dick getting harder every time you gagged around him, boosting his ego.

When he started slowly thrusting, his breaths became heavier as he used you like his personal fuck doll. When you started violently gagging, he removed your face from his cock and freed his hold on your hair, letting you caught your breath as you fell on the cold floor.

"I hope this was enough for you to stop acting like a spoiled brat, hm?" He raised an eyebrow at your pathetic state on the floor.

He came closer to you, picking you up from the floor with ease and gently placing you with your back on his desk. The ache between your thighs was getting unbearable, but you didn't know what to do to stop it.

"W-Why am I f- feeling like t- this?..." You asked, hiding your face with your hands in embarrassment.

"What do you mean, darling? What do you feel?" He questioned as his hand made it's way to your shirt, unbuttoning it and letting his other hand to wonder around your body.

"I- I feel w- weird down t-there.." You admitted, looking at him through your hands.

"Where, love? You gotta tell me specifically where.." His hand find it's way to unbuckle your bra and taking it off of you, your big and puffy breast falling at each side of your body. "So pretty.."

You couldn't respond. Embarrassment taking the best of you as he kept throwing praises at your for your perfect for him body. He came closer to your neck, planting kisses and making you slightly moan at the friction.

Your eyes shoot wide as you felt two of his fingers doing little circling moved against your clothed core. "Here, sweetheart?" He asked, as if he didn't already know the answer.

Your hand grabbed his wrist from between your legs, stopping his motions. "W- What... is that f- feeling?.." You sobbed.

It took him some time to realize what's going on. "Oh~ My dear love is a virgin? None has ever touch you here, right~" He purred as he continued the circling motion against your girly parts.

you’re about to open your mouth to say something else, to make him stop but the press against your slit steals the words from your tongue. You close your mouth, biting your lips in an attempt to silence the pathetic sounds building in your throat the second the snow white-hair man peels your underwear to the side. But it almost immediately becomes impossible with the way his fingertips feel against the most sensitive part of you.

"Am I the first man that touches the princess parts of yours, hm~?" He asked, making your face to light up in embarrassment.

you shake your head yes. He feels a sick sense of giddiness, he’s going to be the first one to ever explore your virgin cunt. He uses your arousal to help aid his finger as it slides inside of you slowly, his eyes dart to your face to gauge your reaction and your features contort into one of discomfort.

“I don't like this..” you whimper as he begins shallowly thrusting his finger and out of you. He shushes you, reassuring you that in a bit it'll feel good. He adds in another finger and the first wave of pleasure hits you. It manifests itself in a soft moan and Gojo's heart clenches, how adorable. His fingers begin speeding up, the heat in your tummy is back and this time it remains as his fingers reach places you hadn't known existed. You feel your whole body jolt as his fingers brush against a particular spot. Your mouth is hanging open and he's using his free hand to pump his cock, celestial blue eyes drinking in every reaction you let out.

“There it is~” he chuckles and you're confused, but you don't have the mental capacity to ask what it is that's making you feel so good, rather, your brain has melted into a puddle of lustful goo in your skull. His fingers assault that sweet spot and you're convulsing under his ministrations, cunt squeezing his fingers. The sight before Satoru was too much to handle. He was sure all of the blood in his body must've rushed immediately to his dick because he felt lightheaded.

"So beautiful, you're nearly breaking over my fingers and we are just getting started.."

His fingers started doing scissoring motions inside you, preparing you for his big cock. And just when you thought that it couldn't feel better, he putted his tongue in the mix, sucking at your puffy clit and sending you to cloud nine. It didn't take long for your orgasm to hit you like a train. mouth hanging open, tongue hanging out from the corner of your mouth, tears falling from the pressure of your closed shut eyes and your arousal covering Gojo's mouth, his cloused hands and and his light blue shirt.

"Atta girl~ Didn't know you were a squiter" he chuckled, pulling out his coated fingers as he sticks his tongue out and run it from the base of his digits all the way up to the pads, licking your slick into his mouth. The noises the man in front of you is making with his lips wrapped around his fingers are obscene and forbidden, wet and sloppy as he licks them clean.

"Hmm~ so sweet~" he basically moaned at your delicious taste.

You are a panting and heavily breathing mess in front of him, half naked and your juices running down the white-haired teacher's desk as you tried to catch your breath.

The handsome man before you, didn't have any more strength in him the sight in front of him breaking his last straw as he hovered over your smaller body, closing the distance between your faces. His soft lips found the warmth of your own, straddling you. The kiss was something between gentle and passion. Combining two senses that made your head feel fuzzy as he deepened the kiss turning a simple peck, a hot make out session.

He broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as straightened his composure and lined his leaking cock to your oversensitive entrance.

"N- No! wait! too much!" you cried as he started pushing his cock inside your warm walls.

"Relax, love. It will feel good in a minute.." He reassured you, moving his hand and gently caressing your soft cheek.

He is a filthy liar. Seconds after reassuring you that it would feel good, he bottomed out of you and slammed back in hard his entire length. His action made you scream and start squirming, kicking him with your wobbly legs in hopes he would take pitty on you and not be so harsh.

"Good girls take what they've been given.. Stop acting like a bitch and I promise it'll feel better" He hissed as he stopped your movements with his big hands.

He completely stopped his harsh motions, waiting for you to adjust to his girth and give him a positive sign to finally move again. Although his intention might looked different, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. He wanted you to enjoy this moment of heat as much as he did.

"Are you okay, dear..?" He questioned, with a tone of sweetness and care in his voice that made you immediately melt on his hold.

You embarrasly nodded positively and a quiet "yes" fell from your lips, it was barely above a whisper but it was loud enough for him to hear, being the signal he waited from the day he laid his eyes on you to start moving inside your warm cunt.

"Ohhh.. this pussy feels like heaven.. How could you keep it away from me?.." He said between moans, as he tried to keep a steady pace but your wet folds preventing him from doing so.

Your sweet moans were like music to his ears and the fact that he was the one making you sing this notes made him want to claim you even more. He pulled out, almost his whole length and stopping for a few seconds before he slammed back in with an upward motion, hitting a spot inside your cunt that made you see starts. The delicious moan that left your throat, was muffled by the man's long fingers.

"Ohh.. fuuck... Your cunt squeezes my c- cock so good, angel"

Satoru's hard cock hitting against that sweet spot inside you, his long fingers abusing your throat and playing with your warm tongue, his other hand massaging your tit as he sucked and locked your hard nipples, was enough to push you over the edge.

The man pulled his fingers out of your mouth, allowing you to breath easier as he let praises fall from his lips and his hand found place down to your abdomen, doing circling motions with his cloused thumb against your clit.

"God, you are so perfect" "so beautiful" "you're squeezing my cock so good, angel" "just like that, love" "it's like your cunt was made for my cock" "I might get addicted to how your pussy keeps swallowing me whole"

"I can feel you squeezing, love. Are you about to cum? Cum for me. Cum for your teacher. come on, my love"

That was all it took for you to gush your juices all over Gojo's lower stomach, his cock and his thighs with a pornographyc moan. Gojo followed soon after you. Warning you that he could cum any second now. But you had other plans.

"Ohhh godd.. fuuckk.. im gonna cum, love"

Just when he was about to pull out, you circled your wobbly legs around his torso and traping him inside you. He stares at you with wide eyes but soon realizing your intentions.

"Atta girl.. Want me to cum inside this virgin cum? yeah? want my cum? fuuck..."

His thrusts became sloppier as he emptied his thick load inside your gummy walls, thrusting two or three times more to make sure none of his cum gets wasted.

He pulls out, smiling and admiring your state. Sweaty, eyes half closed, mouth wide open with your tongue sticking out, head resting on the side, Gojo's cum leaking down from your cunt to your thighs and his desk.

"I didn't expect you to let me cum inside you, love" he chuckled as he closed your shirt and putted your panties back on. He dresses himself as well, taking you into his arms, covering you with his coat and taking you to your dorm room. Thank God, you didn't have a roommate...

The last thing you left him was a bad impression...

#Smut #jjk #jjk smut #gojou satoru x you #gojo smut #gojo x you #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu sorcerer #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo is a menace #gojo is hot as fuck

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kjhbsies · 8 months ago

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Preview: The Disaster Zone

Roomate!Abby Anderson x reader

Synopsis: Living with the hottest girl wasn't that bad, right? Except that she was completely straight and has a boyfriend you hate.

note: if you want to be tagged in this fanfic, please let me know in the comments down below!

full fic

“Hello?” Abby’s voice came through the other line, her voice was deep and businesslike.

“Hey, uh, I saw your ad for the apartment,” You replied while nibbling through your fingertips.

“Oh, great. Are you interested in visiting it?” She asked, her tone was still cool and detached.

“Yes, please, I need it so bad.” You bit your lips while nervousness came through.

“Alright. Let’s set up a time, then. Are you free this afternoon?”

“Yes.”

“Great. I’ll send you the address.” She said before hanging up quickly.

But no, you promised yourself that this was the last time you’d reject a place because of a bad roommate. So you don’t have a choice but to go.

“Thanks for coming. I apologize for my appearance — I just got off the gym.” She says in a neutral voice, opening the door wide open. “Come on in.”

“It’s fine.” You said before stepping inside.

“So what do you think?” She looked back at you suddenly, making you snap out of a trance.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, I like it.” You shot her a smile. “This was much better than all of the places I’ve checked.”

Abby nodded, taking your answer without further comment or questions. I looked away, feeling nervous at the closeness between you two. With the whole three hours of you and her in just an enclosed space, Abby did not look at you. Something about your presence makes her uncomfortable and she did not know what that is.

“Damn it,” Abby looked away and cursed under her breath.

You snapped your neck to stare at her. “What was that?” You asked.

“Nothing. It seems like you are interested. Are you open to discussing the other details?” She said, gesturing at the couch.

And just like that, the deal was done.

And oh, that was one month ago.

You and Abby are still living with each other. But all of your admiration for her was over.

She has a whole-ass boyfriend.

And she’s straight as hell.

Now, you hate each other to the core.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby angst

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esmealux · 9 months ago

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Bestie you spoiled us with all those fast updates even during your exams and now we’re lined up waiting for the next chapter 😫

I'm sorry I (we) gave you a lot of content in January? lol

I'm not kidding in my bio: Stressed psychology student by day, Lucifer fic writer when I have the time. I'm writing my bachelor thesis this semester and taking two other courses on the side where physical attendance is mandatory so I simply don't have as much time to write as I did in when I was between semesters and had absolutely no uni-related obligations (good times).

Should I have had spread the chapters more out when I had the time to write so much? Maybe. Was I too excited to share them with you to do that? Yes. There are few things as satisfying as posting chapters as you write them.

The next chapter is on its way; we've gotten 6.9K words down already. It's coming, but not for another couple of weeks. I appreciate you've lined up and waiting patiently. Here's a snippet to keep you warm ☕🧤🧣

Chloe greets him with a smile from the shower as he walks right into the bathroom. “Hey. Coming to j-”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?!”

She frowns and massages shampoo into her scalp. “About what?”

He waves his phone. “Girl’s Best Friend. The Uncut Diamond sequel! It’s premiering in a month.”

“Oh, that.” She leans her head back and lets the water fall over her hair. “I was contacted about it almost two years ago. I didn’t think it was important.”

“Not important?!” Lucifer stares at her, too riled up to be distracted by her naked body. “It’s my favourite film of yours! And now you’re in the sequel? How? When?”

“It’s just flashbacks and some old footage they didn’t use in the first one,” she casually explains, as if it’s not a big deal that there’s Chloe-Decker-as-Robynn-Darrow footage he hasn’t seen. “I didn’t actually do any filming this time.”

Oh. Well. But still. “You’re going to be in a movie?” he realises, awe shining through in his voice. He admires her endlessly for her change of careers, but he always did love watching her on screen.

Chloe shrugs. “Well, yeah.”

He glances down at his phone where the article is still open. “Are you really going to the premiere?”

She sighs. “I don’t know. I haven’t been part of that world for so long now.” She reaches for some shower gel and starts lathering her body in it. Lucifer is momentarily distracted.

He snaps out of it. “But you must!” he argues.

An amused smile curves her lips. “And why must I?”

“Because it’s the perfect place to show me off as your trophy boyfriend!”

#asks #anon #feels like home #roommates au #snippets

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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 year ago

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College/University Roommates (2) Masterlist

part one

And it's all gonna be wonderful (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase (BirbWatcher)

Summary: Dan knows he and Phil are 'together'. There's no doubt in his mind about that. He's just... not quite sure how exactly to situate what they are, and especially not when something as stressful as Valentine's Day was coming up.

begin and never cease (ao3) - palomeheart

Summary: Dan is a grumpy second year law student living with reclusive, perpetual grad student named Phil. When the holiday season brings out a side of Phil that Dan’s never seen before, Meanwhile, when Phil finds out Dan hates all things festive, he makes it his goal to change Dan’s mind before Christmas. And also to find the perfect mince pie.

Flatmates (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: oh my god they were flatmates / the fuckboy!phil au we all deserve

forgetful (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil always forgets the keys to the dorm room; luckily dan always has his back

gold & green (ao3) - lightninghowells

Summary: dan is a student at the university of manchester and he just moved into his first flat. now all he needs is a roommate.

Law Exams - amazingdanielhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil attend the same Uni. Phil catches Dan cheating on assignment/essay and blackmails him.

Meeting You (ao3) - developerdaniel

Summary: "I guess I know the answer to my worries," Dan whispered, alcohol still lightly on his breath but Phil didn't care. All he wanted to do was kiss Dan again – and so he did. He tilted his head just enough to press his lips to Dan's, starting a soft and slow kiss, their lips moving together like they'd been doing this for years while his body lit up like there was a fire in every one of his nerve endings.

~*~*~ aka dan and phil are roommates in college this semester and end up pining for each other and then having a good romp together. ft top phil, bottom dan, and some hq sexuals

My Homophobic Roommate - wordsofphandom

Summary: Phil is the best college roommate that Dan could have imagined, but things get awkward when he walks in on Dan with another boy. Is Phil just a homophobe or is there more to it?

Pictures Of You (ao3) - CanDanAndPhilNot (enbycalhoun)

Summary: Punk Phil and (softish) Dan find out they are roommates after a couple stressful encounters.

robot in the dorms (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: dan goes to university in florida and meets his roommate phil. after a few months, and despite dan's facade of disinterest, he begins to actually like phil and his nerdy ways. the robot that phil designs doesn't help.

or: another "oh my god they were roommates" fic but COOLER because robots

spilled intentions (ao3) - ordanary (ghostsofjersey)

Summary: It’s Dans first day of uni and everything is going decently until a black haired boy in his year spills coffee all over his jumper– and then it’s suddenly going wonderfully.

Temperature. (ao3) - heyitsnxel

Summary: Dan's first day of uni isn't exactly how he pictured it to be. But, in the end, maybe that's okay.

This Could be the End of Everything (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Dan’s finally starting university, the phase of his life he’s been waiting for since he was a small child. His first real chance at freedom, away from his parents. Unfortunately, the universe has other plans for him.

Prompt: au where dan and phil are college students who get separated when they're sent home bc of coronavirus. potential dan isn't out to his parents angst + general ldr angst + fluffy reunion when they get back to campus and everything is over pls

What We Lac (ao3) - phan_anon

Summary: Alpha!Phil might just have found what's been Lac-ing from his life in his housemate Omega!Dan...

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #au #roommates #roommates masterlist #university

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razieltwelve · 1 year ago

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Stress Relief (Final Rose AU?)

"Look," Vanille said to Blake. "I'm not saying that you have to go out there and bang the first girl you meet, but you need to do something."

The cat Faunus glared. "Why? I've managed pretty well so far on my own and with... you know... stuff to help me."

Vanille sighed. "Blake, sex isn't just a physical thing. It's an Aura thing too. You're at an age now where your body craves both a physical connection and an Aura connection, which you're not going to get on your own or with mechanical assistance."

"..." Blake's eye twitched. "So I just have to... to... go out and have sex with someone?"

"No." Vanille sighed. "There are drugs I can give you that can completely suppress this. But they do have side effects, and long-term use isn't exactly safe. That's why many Faunus in your position establish friends with benefits relationships to manage this sort of thing."

"What did you do?" Blake asked.

"Me?" Vanille shrugged. "I wrote a paper that proved that Lumina and I were meant to be. It must have worked because she agreed to go out with me, and the rest is history."

"I can't even... what?" Blake sighed. "I can't do that."

"The drugs should be fine if you only take them when things get really bad, but is there anybody you'd be comfortable going to for something like this?" Vanille paused. "If there isn't, I can ask around. Not to put too fine a point on it Blake, but I think there would be plenty of Faunus around your age who would be happy to help you."

"Oh." Blake flushed. "I... maybe. Can... can I try asking them first?"

Vanille nodded. "Sure. And, like I said, we can manage this with drugs if we absolutely have to. Honestly, you're a bit unlucky. I've never seen anyone with such an elevated hormone response. Most Faunus don't have it even a quarter as bad as you do."

"... good for them, I guess."

X X X

Weiss wasn't sure what to think when Blake called a team meeting. Team meetings were usually for important matters that affected all of them, and most of those tended to be mission related. However, they didn't have any missions lined up over the next two weeks.

What she hadn't expected was for Blake to basically proposition the lot of them.

"Uh..." Yang blinked. "That's... that's really shitty for you, Blake. Fuck. I mean... that's pretty fucking bad."

"Believe me, I know." Blake covered her face with her hands. "I just... look... I trust you guys. I... I love you guys. You're my best friends, and, look, if I need to do this, I can't really... you know... imagine anybody else that I'd rather do it with."

Ruby was still staring at the floor, her face even redder than her cape.

"Weiss..." Blake said quietly. "I absolutely do not want you to feel like you have to do anything. If you say no, I won't hold it against you or think worse of you. I'm just... I'm desperate and..."

Weiss looked at Blake. She was more than just a teammate. She'd become one of Weiss's dearest friends, someone she trusted with her secrets and her life. And seeing her like this, seeing her so painfully vulnerable...

"Blake," Weiss said quietly. "It's fine." She reached out and took Blake's hands in hers. "I... I would very much like to help you with your problem."

Blake's mouth opened and closed for a moment. "What?"

Yang chuckled. "Shit... I never thought you had it in you, Weiss. Well, you go, girl!"

"Weiss...?" Blake whispered. "Are... are you sure?"

Weiss nodded. "Yes." She paused and blushed. "I mean... I won't lie. I have, maybe a little, considered doing that sort of stuff with you, but I wasn't sure how to approach you, and we haven't even started dating and..." Weiss took a deep breath. "Blake, you're beautiful and even if you hadn't brought this up, I want to believe that I would have asked you out before the end of semester."

"Oh." Blake swallowed thickly. "I... I would have said yes if you'd asked."

"So... how are you two going to do this?" Yang asked, waggling her eyebrows outrageously. "Or... how are you going to do each other?"

"Well..."

X X X

"You're looking a lot better," Vanille drawled to Blake.

The Faunus nodded. She was back in the lab, and Weiss was with her. The pair were holding hands and sitting side by side. "I'm feeling a lot better too."

Vanille glanced at Weiss. "Friends with benefits? No. This feels like something more."

"It is," Weiss said.

"So..." Vanille rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "If everything is going well, why are you visiting me today?"

"Ah, about that." Blake made a face. "We need to get some silencing and concealment equipment."

Vanille raised an eyebrow. "Noisy, are you?"

"A little, yes," Blake said. Weiss was very determinedly looking anywhere except Vanille.

Vanille chuckled and handed over a compact device. "Here. It should do everything you need it to. Plus, you can also use it on missions to conceal yourselves if necessary."

#final rose #fanfiction #oerba dia vanille #weiss schnee #blake belladonna

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moveme4nt · 1 year ago

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FRESH CUT GRASS AND ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS

falling in love with the quidditch player from the house you despise oh so much

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2 months later

things have been going so well with jeno and i! he takes me on cute dates and i go to his games and practices as much as i can, even as far as wearing one of his gryffindor sweaters he gave me for games where they don’t play against ravenclaw.

evalynn has gotten a little distant though which is weird. she says shes just behind on studying and it’s stressing her out but even haechan and renjun have noticed a shift. i always see her at the quidditch practices but shes all the way on the opposite side of where we usually sit and wont even acknowledge when i wave to her.

we still hang out sometimes and both of us pretend there’s nothing going on but somethings clearly different.

today we’re in our shared room, classes just ended for the holidays and we’re just chatting and “modeling” each others clothes, giggling our heads off at how ridiculous we look. everyone else has gone home to their families but ev and i promised that this year we’d spend christmas together at hogwarts.

i pull a nice summer-y dress from her clothes and hold it up to my shoulders, checking myself out in the mirror.

“soooo, how’re things with jeno?” she smiles through the mirror. i blush and look down.

“good,,, great actually. hes so sweet, and thoughtful. he’s constantly buying me flowers or other small things, always telling me im the prettiest thing to walk the earth.” i roll my eyes and she chuckles.

“sounds like i was right all along you guys are PERFECT for each other.” i laugh and throw the dress at her.

“mhm suuuure.” we haven’t genuinely had fun together like this in a while. it feels nice.

“ugh im so glad classes are over for a while! i swear if i had to even look at a pencil for another second i was gonna scream my head off.” she dramatically falls back onto her bed. i sigh.

“i knoooow! divination was so exhausting the last couple of days, thank god trelawny decided to pair us all up for the rest of the semester.” she shoots up.

“oh yeah! i heard you were paired with jaemin ouuuuuu.” she wiggles her brows, but there’s something slightly off abt her voice. i ignore it.

“no ouuuuu ya weirdo i dont even like him anymore i have jeno remember? he is very nice though but i guess thats just the standard hufflepuff idk.” she goes silent for a moment as i return to rummaging her closet.

“hm maybe you could put in a good word for me then? get me a quidditch boyfriend too.” i freeze as i watch her lay back down from the mirror, arms behind her head and a smug look on her face. is that,,,,

“is that why you’ve been so weird lately?” i stare at her through the mirror and watch as her eyes shoot open. “have you wanted jaemin this whole time? is that why you threw jeno at me?” she sits up and looks at me, trying to hide her nervousness. i turn to look directly at her, no more mirror.

“what no- lena i-“ her eyes never stop shifting. im angered, my body rising in heat by the second.

“what if jeno didn’t stick? what if he never came up to me at all? did you pay him or something? yall have some sort of deal? did he actually ever like me to begin with?” im breathing so heavily right now. “what if i decided to pursue jaemin? would you have still been my friend?” her eyes shift to the window. wow.

“the rest of that stuff no! he genuinely did like you from the start, you can even ask chenle and jisung for yourself. but yes, i did- do like jaemin and thought using what i knew about jeno liking you would make it easier if,,,,” i take a deep inhale and close my eyes to try and calm myself.

“if i were distracted.” i open my eyes again and she nods before looking down at her hands.

“im sorry lena i know it was a shitty move but-“

“A SHITTY MOVE??? YOU BASICALLY STOPPED TALKING TO ME- now that i think about it,,, you did start being nice again around the time jaemin and i got paired,,, you’re despicable, like honestly.” i move to my side of the room and grab my phone. she stands up, watching me walk to the door.

“mags wait thats not-“ i pause, my hand on the door knob.

“its the fact that i can’t even believe a word you say now. how do i know whats true and what isn’t?” she tries to get closer but i glare at her and she stops.

“like i said you can ask chenle and jisung theyre the ones who tol-“ i scoff.

“the two boys who are your friends? how am i supposed to know they aren’t in on it too? do you think im that gullible?” she stays silent. “wow, just,,,, wow” and i walk out to go clear my head in the common room.

we don’t speak to each other the rest of break.

i ignore the thousands of texts from jeno.

i don’t even look at the present he left me.

six /

#harry potter #harry potter au #nct dream #nct dream au #lee jeno #mark lee #haechan #jaemin #renjun #chenle #park jisung

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legolasbadass · 2 years ago

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Office Hours, Part 19

Summary: Lorelei Browning has just secured a job as an assistant professor at Exeter College in Oxford. Naturally, she is eager to prove herself and meet every challenge sent her way, but what she does not expect is the tall, handsome stranger who will quickly become much more than a colleague…

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: E

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The heels of my boots clank against the ancient wooden floor as I rush through the hallway on my way back to my office after class. It’s always difficult to get back into the rhythm of university after a few weeks of rest, and only two seminars into the semester, I already long for the next break. With an internal sigh, I shake my head; I don’t want to sound so ungrateful—even if only to myself—for this opportunity which I dreamt of my whole life. But I am tired, and I know that is partly due to the morning’s stress, which, thankfully, left my body after the kisses Richard and I shared in the Fellow’s Garden earlier.

It’s raining now, large, unrelenting drops pelting against the windows like the incessant clicking of keyboards in a library during exam season. A pale, grey light fills my office as I step inside and drop my heavy books and notes onto my desk, but the atmosphere is quickly brightened by Natasha’s cheery voice as she greets me with a kind smile.

“Hey there!”

“Oh, hey, Natasha! How are you—and how was your break?”

“Not bad, not bad,” she says, nodding repeatedly. “Lots of eating and sleeping and procrastinating. You?”

“Not bad either. Oh, I finished my book—approved by reviewers and off to the printer!”

“Well, now you’re just making me feel bad about myself,” Natasha replies jokingly, causing me to chuckle. “That's amazing, Lorelei, congratulations! I’m really looking forward to reading it.”

“Thank you!” I say, immensely grateful to have the support of a colleague I look up to so much.

We sit side by side on the table in the middle of my office—which I cleared of most books and notes that had been scattered over it since December—and get to work on the preparations for our conference. We still need to select the final speakers and take care of some organizational details, but only an hour later, I can tell that neither of us is in the right frame of mind for this today.

“How can it be the first day of the term and we’re already exhausted and overwhelmed?” I muse as I rub my temples.

“Well, that’s a constant for me,” Natasha chuckles. “But don’t worry, it gets better. Your first few years are unbelievably hectic because you’re attending as many conferences as you can and writing as many papers and books as is humanly possible, but you can allow yourself to slow down with time. Trust me.”

“Thanks—I needed that,” I say with a sigh of relief.

“And when things get a little too crazy, I just remind myself that at least I’m not preparing for the All Souls entry exam.”

“Oh, God, yeah,” I reply, shuddering at the mere thought of that dreadful exam, which is widely accepted to be the most difficult in the world.

“Plus, it’s hard work, yes, but it’s not all bad….” Natasha says, leaning forward ever so slightly.

“True! I wouldn’t want to give up this job for anything!”

Natasha nods, still eyeing me intently, and I frown, wondering what’s on her mind. I don’t have to speculate over that very long, however, for she suddenly drops all the papers that were in her hands and says, “Okay, I’m sorry! I wasn’t going to say anything but I’m dying here! Are the rumours true?”

“Yes, it’s true! The vegetarian sausage roll is back at the cafe downstairs!” I answer playfully.

Natasha chuckles and shakes her head. “I meant you and Richard, silly!”

“Oh, that rumour,” I reply, then smile brightly, unable to stop myself. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Yes!” she exclaims, and her smile widens. “Oh my god, I’m so happy for you two!”

I smile along with her, but a flicker in her eyes confirms my suspicions. “You already knew, didn’t you?”

“I did….” she replies sheepishly, biting her lips. “I’ve known since Richard went to that conference in Bath—well, you know the one, you were there.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask, thinking back to that rainy December day when everything went wrong between Richard and me.

“Well, I knew you hadn’t told anyone, so I figured you didn’t want anyone to know, for whatever reason. It wasn’t my place to say anything.”

“Thank you for that,” I say with a smile.

Smiling in return, she nods. “So, how are things between you? If you don’t mind me asking,” she hastens to add, though I can tell how much she longs to know.

“Everything is good—perfect, actually,” I reply, and I don’t notice how much I’m smiling until she points it out to me.

“Your eyes light up when you talk about him,” she says, and my cheeks burn all the more. “I noticed that last semester, but I told myself I must be imagining things.”

A sudden knock on the door interrupts our conversation, and I turn around to find Richard standing in the doorway, a pile of worn paperbacks tucked in the crook of his arm as he offers me a lopsided grin.

“Ah, speaking of Prince Charming!” Natasha says teasingly, causing me to giggle and Richard to raise his eyebrows.

“I’m a bit old to be prince charming, I think,” Richard says, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. I frown, feeling saddened by his insecurity, but I don’t say anything in Natasha’s presence.

Natasha makes another joke to lighten the mood, then picks up her things and wishes us a good afternoon before leaving for her next class. Once we’re alone, Richard locks the door, then drops his books onto my desk and pulls me close, allowing me to slip my hands into his blazer and wrap my arms around his waist. The lines on the corners of his blue eyes appear soft in the pale grey light as I gaze up at him.

“Hey—you’re not too old to be my prince charming,” I say with a small chuckle despite how cheesy I know these words sound.

Richard smiles, but a frown still marks his forehead, and his eyes seem distant. I’m about to ask him what’s bothering him when he explains himself. “I overheard other professors talking and they said they were surprised to hear we were together because—well because they think I’m too old for you.”

Sighing in annoyance, I unconsciously tighten my hold on him. “Fuck them,” I say without hesitation. “It’s none of their business—and you’re not too old for me. I love you, Richard—I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. Your age won’t ever change that.”

“I know, and I’m sorry; I shouldn’t worry about that, but hearing them say it like that … I don’t know. You might not think I’m too old for you now, but what happens when I’m 70 and you’re only 51?”

“I’ll be really happy and love you even more because that would mean we’ve been together 22 years!” I reply earnestly with a smile, my heart fluttering at the thought of spending my whole life with him.

Richard’s eyes soften, and he pulls me even closer to him, his forehead coming to rest against my own. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I mean it!” I speak softly, raising one hand to caress his beard with my thumb. “And you know, I’d pick you over guys my age any day. Now, I haven’t been with that many guys, but in my experience, you are so much more kind, thoughtful, and tender than any of them … and you’re a lot sexier, too,” I add playfully, hoping to make him smile.

“Sexier?” he replies with a raise of his eyebrow as though doubting my word.

“Oh, like you don’t know!”

“Am I sexy enough to make you want to have sex in your office?”

I bury my face in his shoulder and shake my head as I laugh. “You’re impossible!” I say and step out of his embrace despite the heat crawling up my neck.

“And you’re a cruel woman,” he says, bringing a smile to my lips. “Do you want me to beg?”

“I like you begging,” I reply teasingly as I grab the books on my desk to place them back on the bookshelves, and I recognize the unmistakable heat in his eyes as he gazes at my curves and swallows hard. “But we’re supposed to be professional, remember?”

“We were unprofessional in here before and no one ever found out,” Richard points out in that deep, rumbling voice that turns my insides to jelly. I feel the warmth emanating from him as he moves to stand right behind me, the hem of his blazer brushing against the thin fabric of my blouse. Then he wraps one arm around my waist to pull me toward him, my bum flush against his upper thighs, while he lets his lips hover over my earlobe, causing me to shiver.

“What is it about my office that makes you so horny?” I question with a breathless giggle as I place the last book back on its shelf. I try to turn around to face him then, but he tightens his hold on me, and the control he has over me in this position makes me shiver.

“It has nothing to do with your office and everything to do with you and that sexy blouse you’re wearing,” he replies as he tosses my hair to the side to expose my bare neck, which I offer to his lips with a tilt of my head, but then he says, “But I guess you’re right—we don’t even have a condom, anyway.”

I can only bite my lips in response, and heat crawls up my cheeks. Richard raises his eyebrows. “In the first side pocket in my bag,” I confess shyly.

“I’m very grateful but … why on earth did you bring condoms to work?” he asks with a chuckle as he kisses my cheek before reaching out to my bag, which, thankfully, is within reach.

“Well … with our history, I thought it might come in handy.”

“My, my, Professor Browning—you really are a naughty girl,” Richard says playfully. “A very prepared naughty girl.”

I let my head fall back and playfully slap his arm as I giggle, but any retort I might have come up with turns into a soft whimper as he starts to nibble the sensitive spot below my ear, then caresses it with the tip of his tongue. Ever since we got back together, there’s been an insatiable hunger between us, and now, after only a few salacious words whispered in my ear and his hands digging into my hips, I’m already a puddle in his arms, and we both know that, despite all my best intentions, he will soon win this familiar game.

Ever so slowly, Richard lets one of his hands slide down my stomach before sneaking under my blouse to caress my bare skin, which erupts into goosebumps under his skilled hands. Then, while he continues to lavish kisses upon my neck, he carefully unbuttons my trousers, then slips his hand inside, his fingers brushing against the laced hem of my knickers.

“Richard … we shouldn’t …”

He leaves another wet kiss on the sensitive spot below my ear before pulling away, and I turn my head to the side just enough to meet his eyes. “We shouldn’t or you want me to stop?”

Damn him.

“We shouldn’t,” I repeat in a breathless voice that betrays the depth of my arousal.

“I bet the fact that we shouldn’t do this makes you want it even more, doesn’t it?” As though to prove his point, heat floods my core at his words, and a desperate sigh tumbles from my lips. He continues to tease me by toying with the hem of my knickers for a moment before slipping his hand under the fabric, and when his fingers glide along my slick folds, he smirks in triumph. “That’s my girl.”

A low moan escapes my lips before I can hold it back, and the next thing I know, Richard’s large hand covers my mouth, silencing me just as he circles my clit with his index finger, drawing another moan from me. Knowing there’s no point in denying him or my needs anymore, I roll my hips against his hand, desperate for more of the pleasure he sends swirling through me. All the titles and names etched into the books lined up on the shelves before me become blurred as Richard thrusts into me, the length of his hard body flush against mine, allowing me to feel his growing hardness pressing into my lower back, and I tightly grip one of the shelves to steady myself.

My whole body hums under his touch, and it takes everything in me not to let my moans echo against the stone walls when I manage to pull myself free from the hand on my mouth to beg for more. “Please, Richard—I want to see you and kiss you….”

He presses an affectionate kiss on my cheek before withdrawing his fingers, covered in my arousal, and spinning me around, finally allowing me to see him, and the depth of his arousal—visible in his hooded eyes, parted lips, and heaving chest—makes the muscles in my core clench with need. Yet, despite the passionate intensity of the moment, we share a tender smile when I look up to meet his gaze, and his lust-darkened eyes soften, reflecting the depth of the love fluttering in my heart. I recall the last time we were here, in this position, on that rainy October afternoon, when he confessed his feelings for me. Everything was so uncertain between us back then, and I didn’t even understand my own feelings for him. Now, however, love fills each kiss, each caress, and I know that for both of us, this is so much more than a stolen, lustful moment in my office.

Still gazing deeply into his eyes, I peel his blazer off his broad shoulders, letting it fall at our feet before allowing him to pull my trousers down my legs. Then he lifts me into his strong arms and pins me against the bookshelves, leaving me deliciously trapped in his embrace. Using his body, he demandingly spreads my thighs apart and urges me to wrap my legs around his waist, and my whimper mingles with his muffled groan when his shaft comes to rest against the most sensitive part of my body. The rest of our sounds of passion are silenced by our heated, open-mouthed kisses. Drowning in his taste and the rough feeling of his beard against my burning cheeks, I let my hands slide down his chest and slip under his shirt to caress the bare skin just above his trousers, causing him to groan in a way that sends my every thought astray.

Eager to feel his naked chest under my hands, I hasten to unbutton his shirt, and once all the buttons are undone, I wrap one arm around his neck and bury my fingers in his unruly curls while my other hand caresses his chest, lingering on his nipples and the patch of curls between his pectorals before slipping down toward his belt. I wince at the loud thud of his belt hitting the floor, but the stone walls are thick enough to muffle this kind of sound, and in any case, Richard’s groans in my ears make it impossible for me to even think about stopping now.

When Richard finally enters me, he praises me in a heated whisper as I bury my head in the crook of his neck to muffle my whimpers. He allows me to adjust to his size, one hand wrapped around my waist to hold me tight against him while his other hand caresses my bare thigh, the tenderness of the touch causing me to shiver and clench around him. Richard groans in my ear, and without any hesitation, he begins to move. Instantly, he finds the perfect angle, and as he thrusts into me, he moves his hips in a circular motion so that with every thrust, he brushes against that sensitive spot on my inner walls, and my head spins with the nearly overwhelming pleasure coursing through my veins. I follow his rhythm as much as I can in this position, abandoning myself to the burning passion flowing between us, responding to his physical declaration of love with equal care and eagerness. Richard devours my lips sloppily to silence the moans he knows I cannot hold back, but when my climax washes over me, I whimper his name in his ear, and that’s when he hardens further inside me and follows me over the edge with a muffled moan.

For a long while, our laboured breathing and the pitter-patter of the rain against the window are the only sounds in my office. Then, slowly, Richard lifts his head to meet my gaze, and we both giggle as we share a series of tender kisses.

“I quite like breaking rules with you, Professor Browning,” he says cheekily, his nose brushing against my own.

“The feeling is mutual, Professor Armitage,” I reply in an equally teasing tone. “But—”

“I know, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he finishes my thought, and I bite my lips. “And I promise; I will behave in the future.”

“You’ll behave?” I chuckle in disbelief. “I’d like to see that!”

In response, Richard playfully spanks my bum, and I have to bite my lips to stop myself from moaning. “Careful, or I’ll have to punish you.”

The low rumble of his voice makes me clench around him, and he groans against my lips. “Is that a promise?” I say softly and lick my lips, knowing he cannot resist that look.

After a few more kisses, Richard pulls out and carefully sets me back on my feet. My legs shake, and I have to steady myself by leaning against my desk, causing Richard to smirk. We help each other get dressed, and once I’m tying my boots back on, I look up at Richard as he fixes the collar of his blazer. Apart from his unruly hair and the soft, satiated smile hiding under his beard, no evidence of our stolen moment can be seen in his appearance—unlike me, with my wrinkled blouse and reddened cheeks. But I don’t let my haggard appearance distract me; for a few days now, I’ve been considering something, and now seems like the perfect moment to bring it up to Richard.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he leans against my desk and reaches out to hold my hand. “You seem distracted.”

“I think I want to go on the pill.”

“Oh,” Richard says in surprise. “If that’s what you want, why not?”

“It would make things easier,” I point out, and he chuckles.

“Well, yes, it definitely would, but there’s other options we can consider. I know the pill has a lot of nasty side effects, and I certainly don’t want you to suffer just to make our sex life more convenient.”

His words stir a wave of affection in my heart, and not knowing how to express how much his consideration means to me, I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him. He wraps both arms around my waist, squeezing me tight as he presses a soft kiss atop my head.

“Thank you,” I manage to say after a short while. “But I don’t mind going on the pill. I really don’t. I was on it years ago and it was fine.”

“Oh, I assumed you weren’t on the pill because you didn’t want to or because it wasn’t the right solution for you,” he says while rubbing my back.

“No, I wasn’t on the pill anymore because I was single for so long my virginity was growing back,” I joke, and the low rumbling of Richard’s laughter brings a smile to my lips.

“You don’t have to make a decision now,” he goes on after a while, “but if going on the pill is what you really want, then I will support your decision. Not that it’s any of my business what you do with your own body, though, obviously,” he adds, and I smile. I know he doesn’t say that because he knows it’s the right thing to say but because he genuinely believes that, and I love him even more for it. “You don’t have another class, do you?”

“No, I’m done for the day.”

“So how about I drive you home so you can change and then we can go out for a bite?”

“That sounds perfect,” I reply, and we share another tender kiss before I grab my coat and bag, and we step out of my office, though not without making sure that the hallway is clear first. A few minutes later, we walk across the misty courtyard, huddled under my umbrella, as a few rays of sun pierce through the clouds and cast their golden rays over the sandstone walls of the college.

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farfromsugafanfic · 1 year ago

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Dangerous | Chapter 9: Brisé

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M | Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: references to sexual assault and past injury, cursing

2 weeks later (Audition in one week)

Jimin (9:22 am): Can we please talk? Please stop ignoring me.

Jimin (9:22 am): I'm worried about you.

You locked your phone and walked up the stairs to the library. Over the past few weeks, you'd neglected your other classes because you rehearsed for the audition day and night. While that did not change, it also meant that your normal end of the semester tests were coming up. And, even if you passed the audition and got into the dance program, they wouldn't accept you without satisfactory grades in your other classes.

Making your way to your favorite corner of the library, you took out your textbooks and laptop, hoping to finish your assignments before dance class in the early afternoon. It was easier to through yourself into your schoolwork than answer your texts or face Jimin.

You'd only seen him at dance class since he left your apartment the morning after everything went down. When you woke up the next morning, you emerged from your bedroom with a headache and to the smell of eggs cooking on the stove. The darkness under his eyes told you that he stayed awake all night.

"You need to eat well this morning. Your body went through a lot." He sat down the breakfast in front of you. "I Googled everything and the drug should be out of your system soon, but eating a lot will help."

He'd practically begged to stay with you, his brown eyes matching the kitten you shared. Yet. you still forced him to leave after breakfast, not able to meet his eyes again. You spent the rest of the day in bed, sleeping off the headache and trying to prevent the memories of that night from coming back.

"Hey, stranger," someone said, taking a seat across from you. You looked up from your textbook and saw Namjoon's dimpled smile. It caused you to smile you too.

"Hey, it's been a while," you said. Namjoon didn't come to the club as much as the rest of Jimin's friends. They all said it was because he was too busy juggling making his own music and being one of the top students in the entire university. "How have you been?"

"Fine," he said, relaxing back against his seat. "Everything going okay? You seemed kinda stressed looking down at your anthropology book."

You immediately put on a smile, even though you could tell by his look that he didn't believe it. "Oh, it's fine. The audition is in a week, so I've just got a lot on my plate right now."

"You know, you should talk to Jimin about it. He went through this already, he could probably offer you some good advice."

You lowered your laptop screen halfway. "Oh, uh, yeah," you said.

"Why haven't you talked to him lately?"

"He's told you?"

"Of course," Namjoon said, taking out textbooks from his backpack. "He's worried about you and wanted my advice." Namjoon paused and looked up at you. "He, uh, didn't go into detail about what happened. Just that it was something bad--"

You nodded, seeing from the sincerity in his eyes that he had a good idea of what happened. "If I tell you why I've been avoiding him, do you promise not to tell Jimin?"

Namjoon's expression hardly changed, unfazed by your request. He gave a short nod. "So, this whole thing kinda started as a way to get back at him for everything that happened in high school. But, after everything, I don't know, I think I'm starting to like him." You felt the rock that fell into the pit of your stomach roll away when you said those words out loud. "It's not just cause of what happened a couple weeks ago, he just--he's changed."

You closed your anthropology textbook, knowing no homework was going to get done. Folding your arms over the book, you rested your chin on top of them.

"I'm glad you're starting to figure out how you feel," Namjoon said. "You know, I think Jimin would accept you if you told him."

Your gaze wandered over to the other tables where students worked with headphones in or discussed group projects. "I'm not ready to do anything about it. I want to remember how it feels to be alone for a little while." Sighing, you looked back at Namjoon. "Plus, I'm starting my new job soon and the audition is soon. It's not the best time to start something like that anyway."

Your phone alarm went off. "I need to get to dance class," you said, packing up your things. "Mind if I walk with you?"

You shook your head, smiling at the way he seemed to just want to keep you company. Walking out of the library, you headed for the Dance building.

"I'm glad we got the chance to talk," Namjoon said. "I'll let Jimin know you're doing okay, but I won't give him any of the details." The two of you stopped outside the Dance building. "Do you want to go for lunch after you audition? My treat and maybe it will calm your nerves to have plans afterward."

"Okay," you said, giggling at his obvious concern. "It's a date."

The doors to the building opened and another student nearly ran into you. When you made eye contact, you barely had time to react before Jimin gave you a curt nod and an apologetic smile before propping open the door and heading back to the classroom.

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1 week later

Nobody talked. Yet, the sounds in the room echoed off the walls. The sound of tapping feet, beats counted under breath, and the lacing up of shoes again and again. You'd considered buying new slippers for the occasion, but you had not tied them in so long, you were afraid you would forget.

"Kim Inna."

You stood and walked into the auditorium. The seats were empty except for the first row where a handful of professors sat and the three Dance major TAs. Trying not to look at Jimin, you climbed on stage, feeling the muscles in your shoulders tense. The lights prevented you from making out faces totally, but you felt Jimin's gaze on you.

You introduced yourself and got into position at center stage. The muscles in the back of your neck tensed as the music started up. Trying to relax, you began the performance, letting your body steer you in time with the music.

The first part was a mix of hip hop with a little contemporary mixed in. Nothing that would stand out. About a minute into the song, it shifts and so does our body. Your calf tenses as you move to stand on one leg, bringing your stance to balance on your toes, distributing the weight evenly across your body. Your arms straighten outwards and you extend the other leg.

It was a simple move that you practiced hundreds of times. The position didn't hurt too much, but as began twirling, you feel the familiar pull in your heel, shooting down your foot. The choreography planned for the pain and you plummeted towards the ground, catching yourself with the palms of your hands and bringing your chest to the ground.

The position mimicked the way you'd laid on stage after you Achilles snapped. Despite the pain in your ankle, your arms had given out too. Rolling over onto your back, you got up with your good leg and the strength of your core. The move had taken countless tries to perfect, your head coming up from the ground last.

The rest of the performance went by in a blur. The pain clouded your vision towards the end and when the music stopped, you looked up, only barely making out the figures of the judges. You could feel your limbs throbbing with pain.

"Thank you," you said, bowing and walking off stage. You knew Jimin would know the story you were telling. As you walked off the stage and your view of the lights shifted, you saw Jimin's Adam's apple bob with worry. You didn't have to meet his eyes to feel their worry.

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You fell to your knees once you made it backstage. Breaths tumbled from your mouth and you tried to catch them. Your eyes watered at the ache in your muscles and a sharp vein of worry stabbed you that you might have injured yourself again.

You couldn't even think about what the judges thought or if you were going to make it through. Running your hands through your hair, you tried to stand up, looking around and hoping no one was around to see you like this.

"Inna," Jimin said, his soft footsteps coming from deeper backstage. He must've come around.

You looked up at him. "What are you doing? You can't just leave being a judge--"

"The TAs are switching off," he said. "I've been there all morning."

Somehow, the conversation brought back some of the feeling in your legs and you managed to stand up, walking over to a chair nearby. Jimin pushed a wooden crate belonging to the drama department under your feet. Grabbing a folding chair, he sat down in front of the box, spreading his legs around it.

His hand came to hover over your legs. Jimin looked up at you, meeting your eyes. Lines formed on his forehead and his fingers floated in midair.

"Can I touch you?" he asked, keeping eye contact.

You nodded, allowing yourself to release your posture and slide down in the chair. Jimin's hands gently massaged your calves, working from the knees down and back up again. When he reached your ankle, he carefully took two of his fingers, gently rubbing them over the Achille's tendon.

The throbbing in your muscles dulled. The feeling of Jimin's fingers against your skin made you try to stifle the moan that left your lips.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"I'm a double major in kinesiology."

His voice sounded curt, so matter of fact. It alerted you to the way Jimin had thrown up his guard around you. Was he scared of kissing you only for you to go make out with one of his friends? Of reaching out to brush his hand against yours only to watch you flirt with another guy?

It should feel like a victory. A lift in your chest. This was exactly what you wanted, for Jimin to dance around you, feel the way you did all those years ago. But, now, you just feel like a half-rotten apple under a tree.

"Oh," you said, thinking back to when Jimin had tried to get you to dance ballet again. The way he carefully watched the way your leg shook and how he held you when you tumbled down.

"You think it's psychological too, huh?"

Jimin's hands left your skin and the air almost felt cold, empty. He stood up, holding out his hand to help you up as the music for the next audition started. You took his hand and carefully stood up, feeling steadier and the pain subsided to just a dull throb in the back of your ankles and knees.

"Pain is pain, Inna. It doesn't matter where it comes from or what causes it."

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It was 7 pm when you reached the cafe where Namjoon wanted to meet. You'd never been to this cafe before, but it was cute and had a book exchange bookshelf. It seemed exactly like the kind of place that Namjoon would invite you.

You didn't see Namjoon yet, so you ordered a bubble tea and sat down in one of the booths. You scrolled through Instagram, seeing all the gorgeous photos taken during the auditions. It broke your heart knowing that only about half of those who auditioned would get in. Many dance majors at your school auditioned multiple times before getting their spot.

The bell on the door dings and you look up, expecting to see the tall lanky man who invited you here. Instead, it was a teenage girl and her mother, who didn't notice your disappointed look as they approached the counter.

Namjoon made your stomach flip in knots in a way you hadn't experienced for years. You weren't attracted to him until he approached you in the library two weeks before. His hair laying a little haphazardly and the way his eyes smiled before his lips.

You weren't sure if you truly liked him or not and you were not ready to jump into a relationship after Chul-soo. Yet, as you unlocked your phone and saw a screen blank of texts, or any notifications at all. Your heart sunk.

The bell rings again. This time you look up and meet the eyes of Jimin, who looks as confused as you imagine you look. He runs a hand through his hair and sits down across from you.

"Have you seen Namjoon?" Jimin asked, looking around the cafe.

Your phone dinged as your lips parted to reply. Jimin's followed suit.

Namjoon (7:25 pm): You need to talk to him, Inna. I'm sorry I had to force it this way, but I know you miss him. Take advantage of this time.

Jimin looked up from his phone, his gaze looking everywhere but at you. "I-I have been wanting to talk to you, Inna," he said. You'd never heard his voice shake like that like he was about to break out into tears. "Are you doing okay after--?

You stayed silent. You weren't okay, hadn't been for the past month since that night at the club. You'd had to quit your job and find a new one, were in the process of getting a restraining order against Chul-soo, and you felt bubbling in your stomach at the thought of meeting Jimin's eyes. Things were far from okay.

You tried to hide the tears, taking a sip of your bubble tea. The sweet honeydew flavored tea and boba providing momentary relief from the sour taste of anxiety on your tongue.

"I've been worried about you. Every time you didn't respond to a text, I just worried you were in trouble. And I wouldn't be there to help you."

"Jimin, don't try to guilt me into responding to you. I want to be left alone." Jimin sighed. "I know that's not true. But, I understand if you don't want to talk to me. I just hate having to check Instagram or text Namjoon to make sure you're okay."

"I don't owe you anything just because you helped me. You know I'm thankful, Jimin. But, I-I can't trust you again after our history. I know it's stupid. It was years ago and it shouldn't matter. But, it does, Jimin." You paused, your fingers collecting the condensation from the plastic cup. "I can take care of myself."

"I know you can. I know you can deal with douchebags at the bar on your own. And watching you perform today, it was amazing, Inna. You're amazing. And I know you can do all that on your own. But that doesn't mean you have to."

You look down at the boba in your cup and stir it around, hoping it would somehow spell out what you should say or do. Looking back up, you met his eyes, feeling like you kicked a puppy.

"I don't want to do it with you, Jimin."

Throwing your bag over your shoulder and scooting out of the booth, you made your way out onto the street. You wonder if this was how Jimin felt when he embarrassed you that night. If it felt like his heart was shattering when he met your eyes. Getting home, you collapsed on the couch falling asleep with Jackson purring on your chest.

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