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wonwoonlight · 3 years ago

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my daisy / chapter 5 | kim mingyu

➝ CEO!Mingyu x Secretary!Reader

➝ strangers to lovers // single dad!Mingyu // fluff // lighthearted // non idol!au // like pls dont expect any dramas here lol // tiny bit of angst ig

➝ series warning: mentions of sex, no smut but there’s implied sexual activities, insecurity (as always jshbdjhsfshbf am sorry), curses, food, let me know if theres more ^^

➝ word count: 3.8k

➝ A/N: heh 4 more chapters and we're done already? how time flies by... anyway! as always, enjoy and don't hesitate to share your thoughts w me or ask about anything that might be confusing :D it means a lot to me, really<3

when your cousin asks you to be her substitute at SVT Inc. as she takes her maternity leave, you’re pretty sure this wasn’t what you signed up for.

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Friday comes and you’re cracking your neck after the last meeting of the day ends. It’s only somewhere between 4 and 5PM, but you’ve somehow managed to keep the promise you made to yourself about freeing Mingyu’s schedule so he can have time for Gyuri even just a few hours more.

“You’re finished for the day, Sir,” you happily deliver the news to him after he lets you into his office. “Unless you want to go over the meeting or you have other agendas, you’re free to go home.”

Mingyu looks up in surprise, telling you to sit down in front of him. “How come?”

“I’m just good at my job like that,” you jokingly say. Evidently, the dynamics between the two of you have shifted since that day, you’ve gotten more comfortable around each other and you no longer avoid his gaze everytime it wanders to you. His cold exterior isn’t really for you to see anymore, and you’re already getting used to seeing his playful side more often than not when he’s surrounded by people he deems himself comfortable with like you and Seungkwan.

Sometimes you’re even borderline flirty, and you want to say that Mingyu’s the same; but you remind yourself once again that he is your boss and he has a kid. Plus, you have no way of knowing if Mingyu’s flirty with you or if that’s just how he naturally is when he jokes. You can’t help the bitter taste in your mouth everytime you remind yourself of it. “But really, you can get off work now if you want. No one’s going to say anything about the boss leaving the office one hour early for once. Everyone knows how often you stay late here.”

“Gyuri would be elated,” he laughs a little. “I’ll just go over this file and call it a day, then.”

“Say hi to Lili from me,” you grin before you stand up. “I’ll return to my desk and revise the agreement with JS Corp. Have a nice weekend, Sir.”

You miss the way Mingyu opens his mouth to say something, but the guy makes no effort to call you and let you make your way out of his office. His mind goes to the ridiculous amount of time Gyuri has been asking about you, but it’s weekend and he doubts you’d want to spend your time off with your boss and his kid no matter how much you like Gyuri.

Maybe some other day.

Just then, his phone rings and he glances at the screen. At the name of his friend, he immediately picks up the call and asks what’s up.

“When will you be off today?” Wonwoo asks from the other end.

“In a bit. Why?”

“The guys want to hang out,”he laughs as if it’s obvious. “Wanna see if you can make it.”

“Is it anywhere I can bring Gyuri?” he asks first, not bothering to ask who’d be coming. He’s sure Wonwoo wouldn’t extend an invitation to him this sudden if it’s not with their close circle. It has been quite some time since he sees them too, maybe letting Gyuri play with her uncles would lessen the mention of you in his household.

“We can just go to your place and order in if that’s the case,” Wonwoo suggests, saying the guys wouldn’t mind. “But there’s this family restaurant owned by one of my clients near my hotel. We can arrange a private room if you don’t want Gyuri to sit in the open.”

Mingyu stays silent for a while, contemplating his choices in his mind. Going to a family restaurant shouldn’t be too bad, and remembering the area of Wonwoo’s high-end hotel, it should be safe enough for Gyuri and her privacy. He winces at the thought of the hotel; the last time he was there, he’d woken up by himself and he swears he’d never drink past his limit ever again.

He bites his lip at the memory and at the joke fate is pulling between him and you. He’s never had a one night stand—at least not since Gyuri was born. He can’t do that when he has Gyuri waiting for him back home.

Mingyu can still remember that particular day vividly. It had been a while since he went out to have a drink and Seungcheol had mentioned he’s going to Exodus with Minghao if he wanted to join. He’d usually refuse, but, between failed deals and incompetent employees he almost yelled at that day, the week had been stressful. Plus, Gyuri was sleeping over her grandparents’ house so Mingyu had figured it should be okay.

He wasn’t supposed to get drunk off his head and ended up sleeping with you—or anyone, for that matter. But it’d been a while and he actually forgot he gets weirdly competitive over Seungcheol’s alcohol tolerance against his—which is how he ended up with more alcohol than he would’ve liked. Mingyu assumes you’re more or less in the exact same scenario as him by the way you left the moment you woke up and how you were always tense at the beginning everytime he’s nearby.

Maybe you’re afraid he’d bring it up, and then make a problem out of it or make it awkward between the two of you. But he doesn’t really have any reason to bring it up; what was he supposed to say, anyway? Ask why did you leave the moment you woke up? Ask if you enjoyed it as much as he did?

Mingyu sighs at the thought. It’s a one time thing and he’ll leave it at that.

“Where’s Seokmin?” you ask as you sit down next to Jihoon. You’ve never been here before, and you were supposed to go to the bar you usually go to when Soonyoung insists on trying this restaurant because his sister says it’s really good. He doesn’t really have any other friends to go to a restaurantwith except for your circle. His other friends are more fitting for a club—maybe a bar, but not restaurants, which is why he suddenly turns the steering wheel the other way when he remembers about this place.

“Dunno if he’s joining,” Soonyoung pouts. “He’s not picking up my call, too.”

“Should I try calling him?” you offer, phone already in your hand.

“And risk having my heart broken in case he picks up?” he dramatically answers. “No. I’ll just bother him some other day. It’s you, Miss New Secretary, that have been too busy to see us. You haven’t even told us where you work!”

You smile sheepishly at him, muttering an apology as you go through the menu. “I’ve been adapting, you know? And it’s been pretty good. I should be a bit freer after this, though.”

“I assume the new boss is good?” Jihoon joins in, leaning into his palm to look at you. “You haven’t been complaining to us at all.”

You automatically smile at the thought of Mingyu, but then you remember these guys know about the one-night stand venture and you remind yourself not to disclose the fact that your boss is that guy to your friends. They don’t need to know.

“Yeah. A bit too perfectionist, but it’s not surprising because he’s Jennie’s boss,” you laugh with them, and the conversation naturally goes to your cousin and her baby. Soonyoung, Jihoon, and Seokmin have always been affectionate towards you, which means their affection extends to the people close to you; sometimes you think Soonyoung and Seokmin are more excited about the baby than you are.

You’re about to ask if Jisoo is invited (because Jisoo is close with them through you, so she’s a part of the circle but not always) or if this is an exclusive gathering that Soonyoung has arranged just to bother you when a small voice squeals happily.

“Daisy!!!!” you turn in surprise at the voice, seeing Gyuri trying to get away from her dad’s arms as she tries to reach you. Your eyes find Mingyu and two guys behind him, looking at you curiously in a way that makes you a little too conscious. But your gaze refuses to leave Mingyu, already fit in his everyday clothes in contrast of his dress shirt and suit you’ve seen him in just a few hours ago. Instead, he’s wearing a simple navy bomber jacket with a black shirt hidden beneath it and a pair of black jeans covering his long legs. Have sneakers always looked that sophisticated?

Damn, doesn’t he look good in casual clothes. No one would’ve thought Gyuri is his child with the way he dresses and the friends with him; they’d probably assume she’s a sister or a niece. On another note, though, do handsome people only befriend handsome people?

“Miss you!!”

You haven’t got a chance to answer nor explain to your friends when another voice enters from the back of the small party. “Oh? What are you guys doing here?”

Soonyoung blinks at the sight of Seokmin, all sort of curses for not answering his call already on the tip of his tongue but Jihoon is quick to shut him up by jabbing his thigh with his elbow. He glares at his friend, but Jihoon has never been one to faze under Soonyoung’s glare.

“Hi Seokmin,” you decide to answer, addressing him with an awkward smile. “Soonyoung wants to try this place.”

And that’s how you end up joining their table in a private room with Jihoon and Soonyoung. Gyuri happily sits next to you in her baby chair and Mingyu on her other side. Jihoon is still next to you, but Soonyoung sits across him, and next to him is Seokmin, and then two guys called Minghao and Wonwoo. For reasons that you don’t know, there’s an empty seat reserved next to Mingyu.

Your answer comes fifteen minutes later when Seungcheol makes his way into the private room, blinking continuously at the two circles together in front of him as if he’s sure he sees wrong. He turns owlishly to you, and it’s Wonwoo who ushers him to sit and proceeds to tell him what happened.

“I would’ve brought Jisoo here if I knew,” he says, smiling cutely at Gyuri who greets him with a happy ‘Uncle Cherry!’.

The dinner goes smoothly after that, and even though Soonyoung’s a bit annoyed his plan to annoy you is basically cancelled, he’s happy to find new friends though he’s unsure if he’ll be able to mix well with these wealthy business men despite their close age.

“I didn’t know you hang out with Seungcheol outside?” you tell Seokmin in confusion. While Jisoo would often be included in your hangout because she’s practically a package deal with you, Seungcheol would sometimes join by Jisoo’s extension. Now that you think about it, Seungcheol would either stick with Jisoo or Seokmin when it comes to it.

“Did I never mention?” he grins sheepishly before he takes a bite of his salad. “Must’ve slipped my mind.”

It’s pretty plausible, if you’re being honest. You don’t really know about Seokmin and his ‘bigshot’ friends before this—he’s never even shown you pictures and none of you are ever curious; he’s only said he was a childhood friend with one of them and the friendship still lasts almost two decades later. You’d like to think the reason why you, Jihoon, Seokmin, and Soonyoung (even Jisoo) are able to be this close to each other is because none of you ever pries anything out of the other unless you deem it necessary for their sake.

A part of you wonders why he and Jisoo don’t seem to be close even though presumably they might have time to hang out together outside your circle, but you figure sometimes people simply hang out together without making a close bond with one another.

“Feels like I haven’t seen you in so long, man,” Seungcheol’s voice booms through the table, addressing Mingyu as he takes . “When was the last time I saw you? Exodus?”

You cough violently at the mention of the club, bringing attention to you as Gyuri’s little hand pats you on the arm. Jihoon looks at you in worry, telling you to drink slowly as his hand rubs your back. You mutter an apology to the table, excusing yourself to the restroom while you’re at it. Gyuri grabs your finger, asking to come with you. You don’t want to say no, but you dread having to look Mingyu in the eyes as the memory of that night stirs in you once again.

Daring to look at Mingyu for permission, the guy simply nods when you meet his eyes. You can’t read his expression, both because you quickly look away to take Gyuri in your arms and because his face isunreadable. It’s been sometime since you have to remind yourself once again that Mingyu doesn’t have any reason to bring it up and everything’s fine.

Gyuri happily sits on top of the marble sink as you splash some water to your face. She reaches out to play with the sink, trying to figure out how it works as the water turns on and off by itself.

“Okay, that’s enough playing, yeah?” you smile at her after your heart calms down. “Let’s go back?”

She readily jumps into your arms, finger already playing with your hair as you make your way back to the private room. Gyuri refuses to sit back on her baby chair, her grip on you gets tighter when you’re about to put her down, so you settle her on your lap which earns you a content babble from the little girl.

“I’m really sorry,” Mingyu says from beside you, having finally rid of the baby chair so he can move his chair right next to yours. Everyone’s practically done eating at this point, but no one seems to be in a hurry to leave as they converse with one another. “She’s always been touchy, but never this clingy with someone before.”

“Guess I’m special,” you manage to joke, though your heart is going wild at the way he’s caressing Gyuri’s head.

You don’t expect Mingyu to answer, but the guy nods in agreement, telling you that ‘yeah, you are,’ with a voice that’s only for you to hear. You tense a little at that, wondering if you heard wrong, but Mingyu’s already turning the other way around before you can ask about it.

Across you, Soonyoung and Seokmin are staring at you with something close to suspicion. You raise your eyebrow in question, but they just narrow their eyes as if you have any idea about what they’re questioning you about.

“What’s with your friends?” you ask Jihoon instead.

“You’ve been friends with them for years and you still question what’s with them?”

“You’ve got a point.”

“But, if you must know,” he leans closer to whisper. “They’re probably suspicious of your relationship with your boss.”

You let out a loud ‘What!’ before you even realize, making Gyuri jump a little in your arms. You mutter a quiet sorry, and Gyuri continues to draw patterns on your arm with her finger after mumbling ‘’ss okay’. Mingyu turns to ask if something’s up, and you reassure him that all is fine and you’re just overreacting. He doesn’t seem convinced, but he lets it go and returns to his conversation with Minghao about interior design.

“I mean,” Jihoon continues without missing a beat, subtly pointing at the kid on your lap. “Why did she call you Daisy and why did she say she misses you?”

Gyuri is blissfully unaware she’s being talked about, and she simply yawns before leaning her cheek on your chest, getting comfortable in your hold as she grips the material of your clothing.

You’re about to answer him when a phone is suddenly shoved in front of you, a very annoyed Jisoo on the screen and you can only assume it’s Seungcheol holding the phone from behind.

“Not fair!!!!” she pouts. “You’re ALL there without me?”

“Am here too,” Jihoon helpfully chirps from the side, only his eyes appearing on the screen. Soonyoung makes his appearance through voice only, telling Jisoo it sucks to be her.

“Wow,” she exclaims in disbelief, her face offended. “You told me only [Y/N] was there, Cheol!”

“Now, now,” you see him grin through the camera, his phone tilting down a little to show Gyuri on your lap. “Let’s not get angry with Lili present.”

Gyuri sleepily waves at the camera, melting whatever annoyance Jisoo has before. Jisoo promises to send her pudding one of these days, and the kid also makes her promise like Jennie did the other day. Mingyu chuckles at the banter, and then finally notices his kid falling asleep in your arms.

Jisoo sees you and Mingyu share a look then a smile before he takes Gyuri from your lap until Seungcheol moves the camera to himself again. He talks some more before eventually hangs up, telling her to have a good night and that he’ll text her once he’s arrived home.

She wonders if she was just imagining the fond look on your face when you’re looking at Mingyu.

Two weeks later, you find yourself getting ready for your business trip to Japan. More importantly, you find yourself falling more and more for Mingyu and Gyuri as time goes by and you’ve been reminding yourself to keep your feelings at bay—to not act upon it and you should take a step back from where you’re currently at. Your tendency to throw (hopefully) subtle flirty jokes at him and his nonchalant way of returning them needsto be stopped.

It’s getting increasingly scary: the way you and Mingyu have been getting more comfortable with each other. You try to trample down whatever hope that’s trying to bloom within you, but Mingyu would give you a playful wink or Gyuri would randomly make Jooyeon call you and there goes all your effort. The father and daughter pair aren’t hard to fall for and you don’t know how you are supposed to deal with this feeling.

Perhaps going on a business trip with Mingyu isn’t currently the best choice for your inner dilemma. Though it’s not like you have any other choices.

“What do you mean you’re going to Japan?” Jisoo demands from the sofa as you’re busy packing on the floor.

“I mean just that,” you roll your eyes. “Boss has a meeting there and the other secretary has already filed for the week off before this meeting was scheduled.”

“So it’s just you and Mingyu?” she frowns.

You turn to her in confusion, unsure why she’s annoyed. “Does your boss take other staffs that might not be needed for a meeting abroad?”

“So you’re there to be his secretary.”

“I am his secretary.”

Your friend stays silent at that, and you give her a pointed look that asks for explanation. When she still doesn’t say anything, you huff and sit next to her to probe further.

“Do you… like Mingyu?” she carefully starts.

“Of course I do,” you reply without hesitation, surprising her. But your next words make her shoulders drop unceremoniously. “He’s a pretty good boss. Even more when compared to my old ones.”

She scratches her arm, hoping you won’t get defensive. “I mean… romantically. Are you interested in him?”

“Where does this even come from?” when Jisoo doesn’t answer, you track back to any moment that might lead to this question until you remember the video call from that night. “Is it because Lili was on my lap?”

Your friend exhales a deep breath. You’re not sure why Jisoo is this anxious, but she grasps your hands and you recognize the look on her face, it’s one she gives you when she’s concerned about something to the point where the worry is eating her inside out.

“Are you?” she asks once more and you know you can’t lie to her face, can’t say no like you mean it, not when her voice is gentle and her eyes are full of worry. She knows you too well, you’d like to say. She knows how hard it is for you to be interested in someone, and she also knows you tend to fall hard once you do. Whatever concern that fills her is probably valid and you know you should be worried too.

“I don’t know, Soo,” you truthfully say. Perhaps you’re still in denial, refusing to acknowledge that you’ve been unknowingly staring at Mingyu with longing looks and the way your heart would run faster at the sight of his smile. But admitting it feels like a commitment itself and you’d rather not go down that road. “He… I’ve always been attracted to him, I’ll give you that. But I don’t know if I’m that invested yet. It’s probably just a crush. It’ll pass.”

Your voice is a little too small for her liking, you sound so defeated and it’s not something that sits well with Jisoo.

“I’m not… trying to get you to forget him,” she starts. The small smile on her face is there to remind you about her well-meaning concern. “I know how you don’t date just for the sake of it, and I know how hard it is for you to even be interested in someone. It’s been sometimes too, right? But… you know he has Gyuri and I hope you’re prepared for what you’re getting into. This is more than the usual commitment between two people.”

It goes pass your mind how Jisoo doesn’t say anything about Mingyu’s family, as the mention of Gyuri brings an automatic smile to your face. Jisoo doesn’t miss this, but doesn’t have it in her to bring it up right now because she knows you’ll get defensive.

It was just two days ago that Mingyu had called you out of nowhere, apologizing the moment you picked up the call because Gyuri had been wanting to talk to you and it's getting harder to convince her you’re busy. You spent a good ten minutes talking to Gyuri until she’s satisfied and eventually agreed to hang up the phone.

You found yourself biting your lip until it almost bled until it’s one in the morning, Mingyu’s low voice whispering ‘good night’ ringing in your mind.

“There’s no… commitment, Soo. You don’t have to worry. I’m sure Mingyu’s not into me that way.”

You know Jisoo is about to convince you otherwise, that you’re a very great person and Mingyu would be lucky to be with you, but you don’t want to hear it so you stand back up to end the conversation there and continue packing.

Mingyu’s way out of your reach and you might not even work here anymore after Jennie’s back.

You’ll get over it.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Requested, by a lovely anon. Hope you’ll like it, sweetie

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, oral sex, dirty talk

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @yungbludjazz360 , @placeoffreedom

Notes: If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉

“I think she’s into you” Asuka smirked, as she stared at Rhea, who was sitting down in one of the catering tables behind me “You should’ve seen the way she was eating you up with her eyes when you were interviewing Drew earlier” She giggled

“She is something! But also seems like trouble, so uh, no thanks�� I laughed

“Come on, Y/N, how much trouble could a one night stand cause?”

“A lot when you know that it probably wouldn’t be a one time thing!”

“Oh” She smirked “And why is that?”

“Do you know me at all? If you think I could ride that face only one time and that’s it, then you don’t know me as much as I thought you did! Have you seen her? She looks like she knows exactly how to eat a pussy, ok?”

“I sure can” Rhea whispered in my ear “And if you ever want a free test drive” She slid a piece of paper on top of the table “Let me know, so I can prove it to you”

She stepped back towards the door, when she reached the doorway, she turned around and mischievously stuck her tongue out at me, the piercing in the middle catching the light

“I fucking hate you” I slapped Asuka’s arm

“Ouch” She dramatically screamed “You’re welcome! And let me know if she means it” She laughed when I got up from the table to go to the bathroom, so I could splash some water on my now burning face

……………………………………………….

My phone buzzed on top of the hotel bedroom’s nightstand

Rhea 😈: Good morning, gorgeous. When will you stop being so stubborn and come here to get that free test drive? 👅

Y/N 🍑: In your dreams, Ripley

Rhea 😈: C’mon, princess… Don’t pretend like you don’t want to 😏

Y/N 🍑: It’s not a matter of wanting, it’s a matter of doing what’s right

Rhea 😈: Exactly! And what’s right is for you to come to room 635 right now and ride my face 👅💦

Y/N 🍑: 🤦‍♀️ You’re no good...I gotta go now, I need to shower

Rhea 😈: Can I join you? You know, just in case you need some help of course 😇

Y/N 🍑: Yeah, that’s exactly why you want to join me 🤥

…………………………………………………

Later that day as I was heading to hair and makeup, I heard someone wolf whistling at me. I turned around to find the blonde and female version of the Devil, right behind me

“You scared me”

“Sorry, princess” Rhea leaned against the wall “I just had the perfect view of your ass and fuck, it looks so good that I couldn’t help myself” She smiled

“You are so filthy” I tried to hold back my laugh

“But you love it, don’t you?” She roamed closer “I know you wanna laugh” She teased “Or at least giggle”

She dipped her head down towards my neck, nuzzling her nose against my skin

“You drive me crazy” She mumbled

“Rhea...” My words died on my lips when her arms circled around my waist and her hands rested against my ass, pulling me even closer to her

“I know you’re playing hard to get, but I’m reaching my limit here” Her hands caressed my ass “I’m starting to wonder if I’m doing the right thing, because it feels like I’m pushing you into wanting something you’re not in the mood for”

“You’re not doing anything wrong” I caressed the back of her neck and let my nails lightly scratch her scalp, which made her growl

“So I’m not overstepping here?” She asked

“No, you’re not”

She lifted her head up, and tightened her grip around my waist

“So you won’t mind if I do this?” She leaned down, brushing her lips against mine, testing the waters but also giving me a chance to pull back if I wanted to.

When she realized I wasn’t going to stop her, she fully captured my lips in a breathtaking kiss. Biting my bottom lip, until it slid out of her teeth. I opened my eyes to find a dumb smile glued to her lips

“Oh, you like me” She teased, kissing my lips once more “You like me a lot” She smirked

“You’re so childish” I cackled, as an intense pink shade took over my cheeks

“And you’re blushing?” She hugged me tightly “You really like me” She attacked my neck with several nips, making me squirm and laugh loudly

“You’re so cute together” We heard Asuka say, as she passed by our side in the hallway

We both startled when we heard her voice “Fuck, I thought it was boss lady” Rhea chuckled

“I know, I almost shit in my pants thinking I was going to be fired” I laughed along with her

“Come get dinner with me tonight?”

“I don’t know, Ree...I don’t like to think someone can take a picture of us together and put it on the internet, just so then people can say that I got this job because of you”

“But you didn’t!”

“Yes, but you know how people are, they just assume things, and suddenly fiction becomes truth, even when it’s the farthest thing from it

“Ok...my hotel room then? We can order some room service, have a chit chat, make out” She growled playfully

“That’s all you want me for?” I teased

“No” She giggled “But I’m not gonna sit here and lie to you either! I feel very attracted to you and would love if we had sex, but that’s not the main reason why I like you”

One of the things I loved the most about Rhea was her raw honesty, she’s always one to tell you the truth, no matter how harsh or sappy it is

“Ok, I accept your invitation”

“Really?” She smiled widely, spinning me around the hallway

“Rhea, you’re gonna make us fall!” I laughed

……………………………………………………….

“It looks fine, Y/N!” Asuka said, chewing on a handful of popcorn

“Right” I rolled my eyes in annoyance, staring at the full length mirror in front of me “It displays my pouch beautifully” I poked my belly

“First of all, you’re beautiful! Stop putting yourself down like that!” She stood up from her bed and stopped by my side “Secondly, you could be wearing a trash bag and Rhea still would think you are the most beautiful woman on the earth! Trust me, I know what I’m saying” She smirked

“You heard her say something?” I asked, hopeful

“I heard a thing or two” She smiled wickedly “But I’m not telling you anything!” She laughed when I scowled

…………………………………………………………

I knocked on her door, already regretting my choice for an outfit (which basically consisted of a pair of yoga pants, with a loose crop top shirt and some sneakers), but before I could run back to my room and change outfits, she opened the door and her whistle was what made me get out of my self deprecation daydream.

“Fuck, you look hot” She smirked

See what I meant about the raw honesty?

Shaking my head while chuckling, I said “Thanks”

She offered me her hand, pulled me inside her bedroom and pressed me against the closed door, kissing me as if her life depended on it

“What happened with the ‘food first, sex later’ rule?” I laughed, as she pulled me towards her

“That was before you showed up at my door looking like this” She smacked my ass “This is your fault, princess, not mine” She hugged me tightly

I stepped away from her, turned around and walked towards the bed, giving her the perfect view of my ass in the light grey yoga pants

Do I know my ass looks insanely good in those pants? Yes!

Did I do it on purpose? Hell yes!

When I reached the bed, I placed myself in all fours on top of it, wiggled my ass in the air and looked over my shoulder at her

“Come, Rhea” I purred, and cackled at the low growl she made

She ran towards the bed, grabbed my hips and pushed me down on the mattress, locking me there with her body weight

“You’re in some big trouble, missy”

“Am I? What did I do?” I batted my lashes innocently

She chuckled “You’re no good, woman!” Her hands dipped underneath my crop top, and grabbed my breasts through the bra “And to think I was worried about corrupting you, when in fact you’re as dirty as I am” Her tongue traced patterns along my neck

“Rhea, please” I moaned

She pushed my pants down, but suddenly stopped to sit up

“Where are your panties?” She smirked

“Oh damn it! I knew I was forgetting something” I smiled devilishly

“Fuck” She panted, dipping her head down to my core

I sighed deeply in content, when her tongue met my clit “You’re so fucking good” I looked down and she winked. My hand quickly grabbed her short blonde locks at the same time she pushed two fingers in

“Oh my fucking -” I pulled on her hair when her fingers inside of me curled and her lips began to suck on my clit

I looked down to find her gaze glued to my face “I’m gonna cum” I moaned “Fuck you’re gonna make me cum so good” I bit my lip in order to control my moans

The next touch of her tongue piercing against my bundle of nerves was what made me explode around her fingers.

Rhea’s fingers and tongue actions became softer and softer as I came down from my high. Smiling, she made her way up, towards my lips and kissing me softly

“Why are you so good at this?” I asked, completely mind blown

“Told you I could eat pussy” She chuckled

“Fuck, I think you ruined me” I panted

“Oh no, princess” She grinned “I’m not even close to ruining you yet”

Please, if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

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letarasstuff · 4 years ago

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Reid and Chopsticks

Summary: Spencer is known to be unable to eat with chopsticks. But what about his daughter, who the team has yet to meet?

Warnings: Mentions of death of a loved one

Word count: 1.3k

✨Masterlist✨

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“Yo Reid, we wanna get some Chinese tomorrow. Are you in?” asks Morgan the young doctor. It’s Friday evening after a rather long and draining case. So Hotch gave the team a free weekend. The decision to get together as a team with everyone’s family and significant other was made a few minutes ago.

“Uh, yes I think I am.” Spencer seems in a bit of a rush as he grabs his satchel and go back. He wishes everyone a good night and off he is. Morgan shrugs to himself. Maybe a new episode of Dr Who airs and he wants to see it right away for once.

There is something different, that catches not only his but also the rest of the team’s suspicion: Reid running late.

“Hey Morgan, can you tell the others that I come half an hour later, please?” Surprised he agrees and hangs up. After that Derek is met with several puzzled faces.

“What is it, hot stuff?” breaks Penelope the silence while sipping on some sort of cocktail.

He situates himself back into his seat next to Garcia and Rossi and explains: “Reid told me he is late.” This wakes worry in everyone. The last time something like this happened was when their beloved youngster was using. Anxiety settles around the table, except for the young ones. Henry and Jack are talking happily without a single problem on their minds.

Exactly half an hour later Spencer enters the restaurant. The little bell above the door alerts the team. But the picture that lies ahead of them is nothing they ever expected.

“Hey guys. Sorry I’m late, but (Y/N)’s grandma brought her home with a bit of a delay due to traffic” explains Reid and gestures to the young girl next to him. She can’t be older than six years.

Emily is the first one to break the silence. “And you don’t think there are more things that need an explanation?”

The girl looks uncomfortable at everyone before trying to hide behind the doctor’s legs. Under different circumstances the women on the team would have made a sound of adoration. The situation is just too bizarre to mind anything other than Spencer Reid, the man with the Reid-Effect, has a comforting hand on her shoulder and looks of love for her.

“Uh, yes. This is (Y/N), my daughter. Sweetheart, these are the people I told you about. You know who is who, right?” He asks and crouches down to her height. A shy nod and a quick look to the ‘people’ he referred to are the answers.

“Do you want to sit next to Henry and Jack? They are about your age.” “No. I want to sit with you, Daddy” she nearly whispered.

Before the doctor is able to do it himself, Penelope pulls up two chairs next to her and waves them over. With a nod Spencer thanks her and seats both of them onto them.

“So (Y/N), how old are you?” JJ asks, while watching her son from the corner of her eyes. The girl shifts uncomfortably and looks up at her father.

He clears his throat before answering: “(Y/N) is five years old since last month. We had a nice little party, didn’t we?” She nods while concentrating on the little sloth plushie in her hands. Derek notices it and let's be real: He is desperate to connect with his best friend’s daughter.

“Are sloths your favorite animals? Because they definitely are mine.” Again she nods, but this time (Y/N) looks up to the muscle man and has an expression of excitement on her face.

Finally a waitress comes by and takes everyone’s order.

“And what is it for you, sweetie?” she asks in a real friendly manner.

Reid answers for his daughter and orders noodles with spring rolls. After a little tug on his shirt sleeve he adds a small milkshake with a smile. Seemingly satisfied (Y/N) leans a bit back in her chair, toying with her stuffed animal.

“Hey (Y/N), do you wanna color these menus in like the boys do?” Penelope proposes and motions to the papers another waiter brought to the table earlier. She nods and lets the blonde move her chair. Together they work on the menus.

“Reid, since when do you have a daughter, man? Don’t get me wrong, parenthood really suits you. But when did this happen?” Morgan whispers after making sure the girl is too distracted to pay attention to the conversation. After all Garcia babbles on about her favorite animals of all times. One can only imagine the length of this list.

The doctor blushes at the compliment and explains the story.

“(Y/N) happened a-a while ago, like you can imagine. Her mother and I stayed good friends and I helped and visited them as often as possible. Six months ago her mother was diagnosed with brain cancer. Inoperable. (Y/N) was set to watch her slowly getting weaker and weaker. She died 68 days ago. Since 93 days (Y/N) lives with me, though her grandmother took a hotel room for the time being to help both of us adjusting to our new lives. Next week she leaves to go back to San Francisco. That’s why I thought it’s a good opportunity to have you all meet each other.”

The whole team is shocked by this. Again, fate wasn’t kind to their fellow colleague. But he makes the best out of this situation and this quality is something that everyone around the table admires.

“I’m sorry to hear this, Spence. But whenever you need help, don’t be afraid to ask for it. Will and I will be happy to babysit (Y/N), when you need us to. I’m sure she and Henry will be good friends once she warms up” JJ offers, Will nodding along in agreement.

With that the whole team and their significant others also volunteer to help.

Thankful Spencer smiles and his shoulders relax, like a big weight is taken off of them. His answer, which would more likely be a rambling about some statistics because it’s his way to show his emotions, is cut short due to the waitress bringing everyone’s dish.

After a few minutes of happy eating and praising the food, Spencer feels a tug on his sleeve. He looks down to his daughter, a loving look immediately takes place in his eyes.

“What is it, Sweetheart?” But (Y/N) only gestures him to come closer. Unbeknown to them the team gets quieter.

“I don’t know how to eat with two sticks.” This confession melts every heart.

“It’s not a problem, because I also don’t know how to eat with them”, Spencer tries to make her feel better. Also it’s the truth.

Luckily Emily is willing to save the situation and prepares two sets of chopsticks with hair ties. (Y/N)’s face lights up at her help and she takes the sticks gratefully. Still she struggles to get at least one noodle between them.

As endearing this may look, Hotch wants to put the little girl out of her misery and gets up to get a fork. He also grabs one for Spencer, so (Y/N) doesn’t feel lonely being the only one to use it. And it’s the only way the doctor is able to eat his food while it’s still warm.

A small “thank you” is muttered by her, her eyes sparkling at the usually tough agent. But just a glance at this coax a smile on Hotch’s face.

And this is the story how (Y/N) Reid wrapped the whole BAU team around her small fingers without even saying a word to them.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x child!reader #spencer reid x daughter!reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #i also am unable to eat with chopsticks #fanfiction

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rouiyan · 4 years ago

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hmm im quite new to tumblr and honestly am dissapointed with the lack of GOOD doyoung fics on here. can I request a scenario or a drabble (whichever u see fit) of doyoung taking me along when 127 were touring and the moments we had (backstage/fights and making up/ comforting when he felt unsatisfied with his perfomance/moments with some other members too) I just miss 127 touring a lot !! and ofc if this is too complicated u can refuse lol

hey lovely, this ended up way longer than it should have been but it’s really just a bunch of drabbles strung together that have somewhat coherence to another. i liked the way it turned out though and i hope that you do too <3

𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 — idol!doyoung x (gender neutral) reader ✧ genres : established relationship, fluff, angst ✧ word count : 4.7k ✧ disclaimers : swearing, food

synopsis — snapshots of what it's like to travel with your boyfriend. oh an his nine other teammates.

“how much space do you have left there?”

doyoung peers over you, chin propped atop your shoulder, and even though he sees for himself quite plainly, you supply him with an answer anyways, “not much, just the front pocket now.” his chin digs and you shift your head the slightest in his direction, to appease him with your attention maybe. he doesn’t budge nor speak so you take it upon yourself. “what?”

“quick kiss?”

plucking the garment from the assortment of items he'd passed along, you inspect it with curious eyes, "you gonna wear this?"

"huh? oh, that." he sits back on his knees, then onto his bottom, then crossing his legs, "i thought i'd give sleeveless a try." you don't mean for it to come out offensively, rather teasingly in actuality, "you?"

unbothered, he simply muses on, "yeah, me. why?" with eyes rushed and flitting across his surroundings for a sight of his phone. now you're even less in the intent of offending him, more so just pushing his buttons in the face of humor, a humor that's evident in the way you glance up from the tee, eyes locking with his own and shadowing with mischief, "with what muscles?"

doyoung clicks his tongue, sticks it into the side of his cheek, and now back on his knees, treads over to where you're sat, countenance teeming with amusement. his demeanor himself traces in the slight of a smile that's yet to appear, only held back as he defends his biceps, "hey, i've been working out, you know." you watch him situate himself once again, legs crossing just opposite of your own. placing both your hands on both his knees, you lean in, lips puckered and nose scrunched either in emphasis or hilarity, he isn't quite sure though he thinks it's cute. that is, until you speak again, "you want your kiss? how bout now?" and he mirrors with an, "i'll pass," standing to retreat back into the hunt for his missing phone, head shaking all the while at your devious antics.

minutes later and upon finding it within the folds of his sheets, doyoung reverts his attention back to you who, by the looks of it, has just finished packing for the night with both sides of your suitcase clamped shut but yet to be zipped. his feet are planted firm on the ground when you move to stand in between them. they're off the ground a moment later when you push him back into the bed with an 'umph' and a hug that pulls both your bodies flush against each other's.

you'd go on about it for days but to you, doyoung has always been a silent lover. a kind of lover that people would mistake as just 'a friend of yours' or sometimes even a brother, cousin, relative of the sorts. by no means is he vocal with his love for you, and though times are abundant when you find yourself at dead ends with the thoughts of how he seemingly flits between, in and out of love, the one thing that never fails to reassure you is how he holds you tight.

forehead on his chest and arms laced around his back, you do your best to hold him as closely as he does you but it's impossible, you think, and not because of his so-called 'muscles.' the intimacy you share with him is bred from comfort, apprehension, normality. it's apparent when he next speaks, voice lower and reserved for when you are close and the tingling feeling in his heart softens his regard a tenfold, "excited?"

you lift your head to peer up at him. the same softness is returned in your one-word response, "elated," as you thud your temple back upon his chest. the chuckles he give reverberate beneath you, "sarcasm or no?" a shake of your head is given but doyoung craves more. hands on your waist, he manhandles you, in the gentlest possible way, so that your head lies in the dip of his neck, arms around his shoulder, and legs on either side of him. he knows that at this point, your energy is already teetering the lines of consciousness. he makes the most of what little you have left.

"kiss me?"

a sloppy peck is left at the foot of his neck and your lips stay there for the rest of the night.

the wind slaps at the skin of your face. you swipe away a hair or two that it'd blown into your mouth, open as you exclaim into the wide air before you. the city air is noticeably laden with light pollution and carbon emissions alike but it's refreshing to you who has spent the greater part of the day limited to a cramped airplane seat. the shuffle of feet, a sound that's barely discernible in the mix of whizzing cars and honks, calls for your attention from behind. heeding to it, you find doyoung, swaddled in a sizeable down coat, with his eyes squinted in the wind. "coming in soon? you've been out here yelling for almost twenty minutes."

you give him a look that makes it seem as if the situation were of a scolding mom and a naughty child. it's like you're adhering to the script because apprehensiveness does indeed rest in your wary response, "i just wanted to try it, like how they do in the dramas, you know?"

his tone chides, "yeah, yeah i know," while dragging you back inside the warmth of the hotel room, sitting you atop the bed, crouching before you. "doyoung, what are you-" though bizarre, the prospect of a ring emerging from behind his back does cross your mind. instead, he draws forth a bottle of wine.

you comment on it a little later, four hours, with jaehyun sprawled upon the bed to your left, snores loud and resounding in between the sentences of your hushed (and very much drunken) conversation. "you know, earlier when you brought out the wine, i thought you were actually going to propose to me." under the lamplight from the bedside table, your boyfriend's cheeks are tinged a soft pink, flusteredness maybe, inebriation surely. his head slops forwards onto your stomach, off and out of the hold of his palm, and lolls there for awhile before his dwindling bouts of energy jolt him upright. the sudden movement of his elbows digging into your abdomen have you groaning until a light smack is landed on his forehead. doyoung gives you a sleazy smile.

"maybe."

suddenly you're very much sobered up. "what'd you say?" though doyoung is still very much intoxicated as his head tumbles down upon your stomach once more, mumbling against your skin, "i did bring a ring to surprise you. i don't know if now's the time though, what do you think?" you don't think, in fact, you are completely and utterly void of thoughts. his, "hm?" pulsates from beneath you but even then, you're at a loss of words.

"i think—" i think yes. "i think you ought to go to sleep."

when you will your eyes upon his figure, perhaps a minute later, you find that per your instruction, he's already fast asleep.

the flight from jakarta to london is 15 hours (too) long and you'd planned to spend a good chunk of it doing what you were doing now, seat reclined the furthest possible and knees brought up to your chest to prop up your switch. you'd come to the conclusion that packing your earbuds in your suitcase that went into cargo was perhaps your first big mistake; your second, forgetting to ask doyoung for his before he fell asleep. with the volume turned to mute for the past four hours and counting, you scrunch your nose as your animal crossing character silently stumbles across another wasp-laden tree, third in a row, but before you're able to net it, your boyfriend stirs from beside you, his fingers tapping incessantly on your wrist to call for your attention. you glance over at him, "what?" and when you glance back to the screen, you're displeased, to say the least, to see that your character now has a swollen eye, courtesy of the wasp and its programmed sting.

the look on your face when you drop your feet to the ground, the device dropping to your lap, is enough to get doyoung to cut straight to the point. "i need to brush my teeth, wanna come with me?" puzzlement clouds your expression and he furthers in explanation, "you know, to save time?" still not quite getting his point, you nod along anyways, thinking a little walk and stretch to the bathroom wouldn't hurt. "okay."

taking his outstretched hand, the journey to the bathroom turns out to to be the most stressful. the whole row of three very tall men (jungwoo, jaehyun, and johnny in that order) with their very long legs making the situation a lot more complicated than need be. you end up tripping once over jungwoo's left foot, twice over jaehyun's right shoe, and thrice over johnny's right knee, a lot higher than where any normal knee should mark when planted straight on the ground.

the lock on the lavatory clicks shut behind you right when you realize just how small the compartment is. doyoung closes the toilet lid and props a knee upon it, leaving you with enough space to place your legs shoulder-length wide at most. you look over at him, or rather, you tilt your head slightly to the right and chuckle into the fabric of his hoodie, his chest pressed into your face. you manage between your chuckles, "go on, brush your teeth."

his arms bustle their way around and about you to grab at one of the packaged toothbrushes at the left of the sink and a paper cup at the right. there really is no way around it though a moment later, he relents by taking both legs upon the toilet seat to accommodate you. his kneeling stance stunts his height so that you're at about eye level with him. "here," you pass along the toothpaste and he flicks a dot of it on the brush. instead of stretching over to the sink, he simply passes along the toothbrush for you to run under water, passes the cup for you to do the same, and accepts them back with grateful hands. "you know, this would've been a lot more efficient if you'd just gone by yoursel—"

"i know," he says it as if unimpressed, though it sounds more like 'iiroe' (or some other incoherent keyboard spam) as he continues to brush his teeth. you prop your hands upon your hips, both elbows hitting opposing walls and a teasing lilt is added to your voice, "are you mad you brought me along?" you're not sure if he's smiling or if he's simply following through with his teeth-washing regimen. doyoung shakes his head, "no." you smile at that.

you know for a fact that he's smiling when the two of you switch spots, quite the haphazard move for your head clunks onto an overhanging cabinet while his back is then subjected to half your falling weight. a hand of yours is quick to clamp over his mouth right when you gather your bearings because his laughs come out loud in between panting breaths. you're terrified at the thought of being caught by a passing stewardess who'd suspected two people and some funny business upon breaking in, only to find two people, yes, but one brushing teeth on the closed toilet lid and the other laughing hysterically with a hand clutching his sore back.

doyoung backs out of the bathroom at first alone, head snapping left and right in a spy-in-a-secret-agent-movie-esque way, before tugging you behind him, the folding door clapping shut. he waits as you prod careful steps over the three soundly sleeping men and he grins when his turn comes and he epically fails in his attempt to cross over in one, sweeping step. he apologizes sheepishly at the three, now awake though still very tall, men and he turns back to you, only then letting the suppressed sniggers out.

if not your lover, doyoung is your best friend. there's something reassuring about having someone that always has your back. whether it just be laughing with you, crying with you, sitting with you in silence as you both scroll through your phones, or even now, as he peers over your shoulder to watch your little character fish the same sea bass over and over again. you like the comfort that you share with him, the comfort you were so lucky to have happened upon.

the armrest in between is pushed up as you slip your switch back into the front pocket of his backpack. doyoung holds an arm out and you slip into the warmth of his side, head bobbing to the turbulence and onto the heights of his shoulder. he glances down at you, briefly, and when your eyes meet his, they curve into the sleepiest of smiles. the two of you sleep with the pace of your breaths in tandem with each other's, the two of you wake under the announcements of a landing, and your fingers hook onto the sides of his backpack as he leads the way off the plane, in a single file line all the way.

doyoung drapes a jacket over your shoulders the second you break the open air of london and he hooks the same jacket above your head where the awning of the airport stops and the thundering skies continue their downpour where it left off. his hand provides cover as you duck into the car, so as to prevent you from hitting the frame of the door, and when he slides in, right next to you as always, you grab his hand in your own, eyeing each other with the indications of a smile.

it's then, as you point to the little droplets that whizz across the window of the car, that doyoung finds himself face to face with the same conclusion that he comes to time and time again. he loves you, a lot.

the palm of his hands slide down the satin fabric of his slacks, repeatedly. the look you throw his way has him gulping. "you sure you're not nervous?" his hands stop midway, too obvious it seems. "not at all." a quirk of your lips is given in response as you take the seat next to him in the waiting room. you watch as he tucks his bottom lip under teeth and you watch as his hands shift in their continuation down his thighs but retract and interlink as if they'd remembered not to do so. a stage manager knocks once before bursting in, sweat trickling down the sides of her face and a side of her headphones pulled backwards of an ear. she pants though the show has yet to begun. "five minutes and he has to get backstage," is what she directs at you and you pair your nod with a kind smile, signaling her exit.

the interaction only seems to ignite increasing bouts of anxiety from your already antsy boyfriend so you take his hands in yours, situating your body a smidgen to the right, and do your best to absorb his attention in something, anything else that could sidetrack his nerves for just those five minutes.

"excited for tomorrow?" doyoung's hands squirm in yours and his facial expression morphs into a flicker of confusion before righting itself and following through with a reply, albeit half-hearted, "yeah, i guess."

"it's your first day off in awhile," you give his hand a squeeze, "and we get to explore the city, all by ourselves." he only nods along and though you're sure your attempt is futile, you hope that it falls through, "and new york's up next huh, i bet the snow will be real prett-"

"what are you getting at?"

it takes a second for you to process what he'd just did, what he'd just said, "what?" though looking at him, he's nonchalant as ever; the tone in which he rejoins makes it seem as if he's ticked off somehow, "why are you telling me this?"

doyoung's brows draw to a point and it throws you off. he is ticked off. and it's plausibly that realization that gets you taking a stand for yourself as well, voice now clipped, "i just thought that i could preoccupy your thoughts for a bit, you seem so ne-"

"y/n." stopped in your tracks, you blink back at him benumbed. "i've already got enough on my plate as it is, why can't you just let me deal with my own shit?"

there's something brooding beneath the face you put on for him. he sees it surfacing and he has enough sense to pay mind to it. that is, until you retort, "your own shit? then why the fuck am i-"

"yes, my own shit. last i checked, i'm the one going up on that stage tonight so stop talking as if it's our job." and his defenses are held back up, sky-high, untouchable. doyoung's scowling at you as if you've never been more wrong in your life when in fact, you're almost positive that he's never been more at fault. the clench in his jaw, his hardened eyes, edged stance, everything about him in the moment jars you and you want nothing more than to punch him square in the nose (you do have quite the mad uppercut) but you restrain yourself under the pretense that he's minutes, maybe even seconds, away from being called to the stage, to perform.

sighing, the only thought that comes to your mind as you gather your bearings along with your belongings is the feeling that creeps between the synapses that once had held tight in your belief of his support, of his leniency, of his affections when it came to you. you swallow thickly, bag in hand and other hand reaching out for your coat, because you're sure you've never felt as unwanted as you do now, in front of him, glowering in your presence. at least the glint in his eyes soften when you come to a stop in front of him.

doyoung peers up at you then, dubiously, and the first urge he receives is to duck his head back down. he feels small, and not because he's sitting and you're standing. he feels small, infinitesimal, with the knowledge that somewhere in those five minutes, things had gone awfully awry with little hope in rectifying in the little time left. the air that hangs heavy between the two of you remains silent, save for the unspoken passing of words that neither of you acknowledge. you're the first, and last, to break it.

"are you mad you brought me along?"

doyoung wishes he'd been quicker in denying. maybe that would've been enough to keep you from excusing yourself the second the stage manager had made her reappearance. maybe that would've been enough to get you to stay, to watch him, to cheer him on, to support him. maybe that would've calmed his nerves, finally, at last. he doesn't know, he's having a hard time deciphering his thoughts, chunking through his regrets, wallowing in his worries.

doyoung gets into position. the only thing he knows is that he's in the right spot, the glow-in-the-dark tape tells him so. he'll have to sing soon, and maybe his scratchy voice will add to his pile of regrets. he'll have to dance too, to remember formations, stage directions, but the idea seems so far away, foreign, when all he can think of is the look on your face as the seconds dragged on, waiting for him to say 'no,' to say 'of course not,' to say 'i'm sorry, i love you.'

he's having a hard time because even now, long after you've left, the words stay lodged in his throat. and as the screams from just beyond grow louder and louder, as the lights overhead grow brighter and brighter, doyoung finds himself face to face with the same conclusion that he comes to time and time again. he needs you, he needs you more than ever.

it's dark and cold when doyoung first enters. to the right, he flicks the light on mindlessly to be met with an empty room. he supposes that it's warranted. setting his backpack upon the bed, sheets still pulled crisp and unfurled, he almost succumbs to the taunts of sleep that entice him but a single thought of you rectifies him, hand fishing out his phone from a back pocket of his jeans.

it's then that he notices, with a startle that rivals a starring victim in a horror movie, the door to the balcony propped open a finger's length. he takes a glance back at the entrance to see your discarded shoes that had went unnoticed just seconds before, he figures. the curtains that skirt the adjacent windows billow in the wind that veers past the crack allotted, the gusts that becomes stronger and more fervid with each step doyoung takes in the direction. there's no creak that accompanies the swinging of the door, though he wishes there were so he wouldn't have to break his presence to you so suddenly. the second thing he notices, just behind the fact that you are indeed out here, is that the air is a biting cold, explaining the initial temperature he was met with upon entering.

you're wearing the same, thin sweatshirt that you had donned for your backstage viewing of the concert, regrettably the coat had been neglected in your state. from the far edge of the balcony, you know there's a whole world splayed out before you, buildings lower, taller, equally as tall as the high-rise of your hotel, winding streets that never seemed to end, traffic that never seemed to move. you know, but it's impossible to see for yourself with the tears in your eyes that come as fast as they go.

time is stagnant, has been for hours upon hours, for you. for you also, crying is foreign territory, really, you'd like to consider yourself headstrong in the face of conflict and composed in the face of inner turmoil. it feels silly to find yourself hundreds of feet in the air and hundreds of miles away from home, sobbing in the light of an ineffectual fight with your boyfriend of three years. and it isn't as if the fight proved detrimental to the relationship, it was trivial in all the ways that pointed to the single course of action being to simply make up with him and move on. but somehow, your hesitance holds in resilience.

you don't want to admit how unnerving it was to see an argument stem from such a small trifle, such a small amount of time, such a lack of care. why is it that situations that seem so small in their doing hold the most significance in their passing?

doyoung clears his throat and now you're the starring victim in a horror movie. a, "holy fuck!" accompanies the startle and the knuckle-white grip that both of your hands impose upon the rail. he steps fully out of the hotel room, into the frigid air of a london night, a london midnight in the middle of winter. "sorry, i- i'm back." rather lame but there's little headspace for you (or him for the matter) to process that.

with a hand still on the nob, doyoung stands stiff across from you who is slowly but surely withering in the realization of how pitiful you must look, hair mussed in the wind, tear tracks evident, and the remnant pants that your hiccups had left in the wake of your breakdown. if not pitiful, then straight up pathetic.

"are you okay?"

you blink at him. there's not much else you can say except, "yeah, i'm okay."

doyoung takes a step closer, a hand off the nob and the door clicks shut behind him. two more steps and he's a two foot distance from where you're stood on the far right of the terrace, gaze intent on his every action. he doesn't say anything at all, and what vexes you the most, he simply opens his arms wide, a forlorn sort of smile settling across his features. his apology.

there's not much else you can do except to give in to his embrace, reminiscent of all the love you've ever come to know, all the love you will ever know. you cry again, once in his arms; something about the smell of him, the warmth he gives off on a cold winter night, that gets you sniffling into his chest, finger fisting his own sweatshirt at the small of his back. a hand of his rounds your figure and holds you upright, the other is lain on the back of your head, soft strokes to tell you that he does care, he's here for you. really, the one thing that never fails to reassure you is how he holds you tight.

hundreds of miles from home, scratch that, because right there in his arms, there is nothing more convincing than the fact that doyoung is your home, you are home.

mark sips on his smoothie until the straw begins to make those whistle-y, echo-y sounds that tell of how he's finished the drink. a passing waitress takes the emptied glass from him and he gives a nod to her muttered, "refill?"

glancing back, he's met with a plate of food that's been cleared for a good while now and a table of mostly drunk boys that can't seem to get a hold of themselves. taeil, quite the horrific drunk, is slopped over haechan's side. neither of them seem to notice. and then there's yuta, taeyong, and jungwoo, all seated in a row and all with their heads fallen straight on the table, backs hunched over. sicheng and johnny are nowhere to be seen but mark supposes it wouldn't be all that odd to find one of them lain out flat on the floor, or underneath the table, or even suspended from the ceiling at this point.

mark glances across the table, locks eyes with jaehyun who had also decided to remain sober for the night. jaehyun gives a nudge of his head over to his right, to where mark looks to his left to see you and doyoung at the end of the table engrossed in conversation, so much so that it seems as if you're leaning into each other, elbows propped on the table and all. he could chalk it up to the speakers, the music was turned pretty loud, so naturally you'd lean in to hear the other better. or maybe, mark thinks, maybe the two of you are just naturally drawn to each other, a thing that happens to couples as he'd heard, subconscious actions like these are plausible as well. or maybe, mark thinks, but his train of thought is interrupted when the waitress returns with his strawberry smoothie, straw exchanged and drink refilled. he takes it from her, a gracious, "thank you," supplied and when she turns to leave he takes a sip, turning back himself.

whatever made it into his mouth is spat right back out when he sees the scene unfolding before him. here is mark's inner narration on what's happening:

doyoung-hyung's not in his seat, huh. oh there, he's standing, no wait—now he's kneeling, oh, he's kneeling. what's he getting from his pocket? a box, it's a teeny box. he's opening teeny box, oh fuck, oh jesus, oh he's proposing. he's asking you to marry him. oh my god, what if you don't say ye-

"yes."

✧ end note — hey anon, i hope that you thought it was a GOOD fic. if not, ahem, i apologize for taking up your time. but really, this fic holds together so many mini ideas that i had but were never substantial enough to turn into writing so thank you for giving me a base to build off of, i enjoyed writing it very much <3

#neowritingsnet #neothestars #doyoung fic #doyoung fluff #doyoung angst #neo-constellations #neoculturecafe #nct doyoung #doyoung x reader #doyoung scenarios #nct scenarios #nct fics #rouiyan fics #rouiyan writes #requested

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adorehs · 4 years ago

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Hi! This is the first fic I fully completed and I wanted to post it even though I don’t like it much. I know the writing is underdeveloped and the ending is absolutely horrible (tried to expand but everything just seemed bad) but I tried my best. I haven’t written anything for fun in years so I thought I’d give this a try and post it so I can get feedback and improve!

This is my entry for @bfharry’s #boyfriendathon!

Summary: Y/N and Harry struggle to keep their new relationship hidden on a group trip to Ibiza. (3.3k words)

Warnings: poorly written fluff and smut

The four of you had been planning the trip for the past year, doing extensive research and saving up for the airfare and cost of living for your week trip in Ibiza, and you had finally arrived on the warm island after a day of travel. As excited as you all were and as much as you would like everything to be perfect, the trip had already started off with a few extra complications.

For starters, your rental car didn’t have a large enough trunk to fit in all the suitcases everyone had brought along, so atop yours and your friend Tara’s lap you held a suitcase each and the gravel road made the thirty minute drive to the hotel practically unbearable.

Along with that, you had arrived a few hours before your rooms were ready, so you and Tara stalled in the lobby as Harry and your other friend Niall went to a cafe to pick up a few essentials for everyone.

When the boys had arrived with your coffees, the receptionist had informed you that your room would be ready in about fifteen minutes so you four sat down with your bags in a huddle around a small table, speaking in hushed voices as you waited for your keys.

“Didn’t they say it would be ready by noon in the email?” you ask, pulling out your phone for proof.

“I think so,” Niall agreed, “Maybe one of ours isn’t ready so they're giving us both at the same time,” he suggested.

Harry groaned in response, “Still, I want to take a fucking nap before we go to the beach.”

You all murmur an agreement as you heard your name being called by the receptionist. You glance at your friends before heading over to the young lady to retrieve the keys for everyone.

The process was quite quick since you had attempted to check in earlier and had given her all your information then, and soon you had four sets of keys to two hotel rooms.

“Harry and Niall in 1406, me and T in 1408,” you hand everyone their keys, “They’re adjoined but you still have a separate door.”

“Thank god,” Niall exclaims before hurriedly transporting himself and his bags to the elevator, “I’m exhausted,” he comments when you all join him a few moments later.

A few hours later, you all head to the nearest beach to relax. Niall and Tara led the way as you and Harry walked slowly behind them, his hand resting on your lower back as he whispered in your ear telling you how good you look.

“Harry,” you giggle softly when he grabs your hand, “Come on you know we can’t…” you trail off, looking up at your friends, making sure they haven’t seen Harry’s display of affection.

“Yeah,” he agrees with a sigh, “I hate lying to them but they would freak out.”

You and Harry had recently started dating (after a few dates that you promised didn’t have to go anywhere). You both knew that if Niall and Tara found out, they would freak out with the presumption that the group could fall apart in an instant.

You dropped his hand and sidestepped as you saw Niall peer over his shoulder looking for you both, “Hurry up!” he called out, making you speed walk to catch up with your friends.

By the time you had caught up with them, you were practically on the beach, so you set down your towels under an umbrella someone had left there before and you strip yourselves of extraneous clothing.

“I’m gonna go look for somewhere to rent a surfboard, you guys want one?” Tara asks.

“I’ll just come with, I need one,” Niall decides as you and Harry shake your heads no.

“Okay we’ll be back,” Tara calls out as she begins roaming the beach with Niall.

Harry smirks lightly and throws his arm over your shoulder as you reach for the sunscreen beside you, “Alone at last,” he sighs dramatically.

“Shut up,” you shrug his arm off you and replace it with a palm full of sunscreen, “Get my back, please?”

Harry nods, taking the bottle from your hand and squirting some sunscreen onto his hand. He moves your bathing suit straps down your shoulders slightly and you shiver at his gentle touch. Beginning at your shoulders, he massages the sunscreen in, relieving you of hours of stress. You moan lightly at the way his hands work at the crook of your neck and he chuckles under his breath.

His hands lower themselves across your back with a suitable amount of pressure with every movement, making goosebumps rise on your skin, contrasting with the hot air of the beach. He unhooks your bathing suit and you yelp, quickly holding onto the cups ensuring you wouldn’t flash anyone walking about. “Relax,” Harry advises, “It’s only sunscreen.”

You look over at him with an unimpressed look plastered across your face, “It’s only sunscreen,” you mock him, sticking your tongue out childishly, “This is where it starts, but watch, next time there will be no sunscreen,” you predict.

“Okay, you got me,” he smiles at you, rehooking your bathing suit and helping you shrug the straps back onto your shoulder. Harry taps your shoulder when you’re situated and kisses you lightly on the nose and then fully on your lips, “Will you get my back?”

You smile and nod fondly at your boyfriend before shuffling on your knees so you are behind him. Following a similar process to Harry, you massage the sunscreen into his shoulders and press lightly on his back, feather a few kisses on his shoulder blade when you’re done, but scrunch your face together in disgust at the sour sunscreen that found its way into your mouth.

He laughs lightly and kisses you, holding onto your chin, careful not to transfer the sunscreen onto his tongue as well. “Have I told you how sexy you look in this?” he asks between kisses.

You smile, “A few times,” before breaking out of his hold and reaching for a book you had brought along with you.

He studies you as you open the book, watching how your mouth draws a straight line and your forehead creases slightly as you concentrate on the words. Just as he is about to bother you again, he hears Niall’s laugh. Harry’s head snaps in the direction and he sees Tara and Niall laughing and pointing at a seagull who keeps trying to run away from an inquisitive kid. In both their arms, they hold surfboards and they have changed into wet suits.

“The stand is over there,” Tara points to a building lined with surfboards, “You can change there too, if you want to come later.”

Harry nods, and through his peripheral vision he can see you do the same, “I’m gonna try and read but I might come out there later,” you reply.

Harry just shrugs, “I might tan or nap but I’ll go look for food in an hour.”

Niall nods in agreement, “Cool, we’ll try and be back by then.”

Niall and Tara begin walking towards the ocean, pulling their wet suits on completely and Harry glances at you once they are out of earshot. “So now that they’re gone, wanna make this another date?” he asks shyly.

You set down your book and balance your body on your elbows, “Okay, you have my attention.”

“So, I’m thinking, we get food before they come back and have a picnic on the beach and once they go next time we can do something fun,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

You look at him, eyes wide in shock, “Harry,” you gasp, “Not here! Maybe next time we’re left at the hotel, but not here!”

“Fine,” he dramatically sighs, “We can just cuddle if that's what you’re comfortable with.”

“Yeah, that’s what i'm comfortable with, dumbass,” you playfully push him and he dramatically falls over.

“Jesus, woman!”

Harry stood up and held a hand out for you, “Let’s go find food m’lady.” He pulled you up and you both started walking towards the pier where there seemed to be a few restaurants.

You found a restaurant without a line fairly quickly and ordered a few entrees you thought Niall and Tara would like, along with a wrap for Harry and a falafel sandwich for yourself.

Sitting down with your stuff again, indulging in the food while staring at the ocean. The sun was beginning to set and there was a nice breeze in tow, causing you to shiver. Harry noticed and immediately handed you a sweatshirt he had brought along just in case. He scooted closer to you and circled his arm around your waist as you grasped onto the outerwear.

“Hey, is this the one you gave me on our first date?” you asked once you had pulled the black material over your body.

Harry squinted, turning his head to study the sweatshirt, “Yeah, I think it was.”

“That was so awkward,” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder, “We tried so hard to not mess anything up, it just ended up silent, like, most the time.”

“Hey!” Harry whined, “That’s because we cared. We wanted this to work,” he shrugged, looking back at the ocean. “I think that’s Tara,” he said, untangling his arm from your body and scooting a few feet away from you.

You whimper softly at the loss of warmth, wrapping your arms around your body to make up for Harry’s body. You see him exhale deeply and hide a smile as Tara approaches.

“Oh thank goodness, I’m starving,” she says once she sees the food, “Think Niall’s coming in a few minutes, he’s talking to the lifeguard,” Tara points behind her carelessly.

“Of course he is, always a flirt,” you glance at Niall who’s helping a girl in a red bathing suit down from the post.

Harry laughs loudly, “She looks so confused, I think he’s trying to speak Spanish.”

Tara snorts, “He knows, like, six words. He needs a lotta luck if he’s going to do… that.”

Niall arrives a few minutes later, laughing as he tells everyone about the girl and his limited Spanish vocabulary. You all share a few laughs and retell some old stories as the sun goes down and the temperature drops even more.

Tara and Niall are shivering viciously because they were still wet from the ocean and they head back to the hotel, claiming they will let you and Harry in whenever you come back. You both bid them a goodbye and are left alone again.

“Finally,” Harry says, sliding in behind you so your back is to his chest, and wrapping his arms around your front, “We can cuddle.”

“I’d hardly call this cuddling,” you glance back at him, “If this is what you consider cuddling, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“We’re spooning, no?” He smiles at you cheekily and you shake your head.

“No,” you reply, and with a light push on Harry’s chest to speeden the process you carefully lower yourselves onto the towel beneath you, your toes tickled by a cool breeze as sand gets into your hair, “Now we’re spooning.”

Harry flips you over in his arms so he is looking into your eyes. His left hand slowly caresses your face as his right traces your lips softly. “You’re so pretty,” he says softly.

Your smile widens as you bring your hand up to his hair, “You’re prettier,” you counter.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he leans back slightly. You tug on his hair and push him back into you as he mumbles, “I think you’re blind. You’re out of my league.”

“Are you joking? There’s no way you’re being serious.”

“I’m serious! You’re out of my league it’s just a fact.”

“No,” you look at him pointedly, “We are in the same league. Don’t get it twisted,” you crack a smile.

Harry bursts out into laughter and you follow, falling into a fit of giggles. “Okay, same league,” he agrees.

The two of you lay there in relative silence for the next twenty minutes, just relishing in each other and cherishing the time you have before the cold air becomes unbearable.

Once it becomes too cold to think, Harry stands up slowly, wrapping himself in a towel and he holds out his arm for you before helping you up. You both gather all the towels and bags left over and head back to your hotel.

The following day the four of you spent some time sight seeing and learning about Spanish culture. That night you ended up on the beach again, the four of you sitting around a bonfire.

You weren’t doing much, just eating and talking whilst wrapped up in blankets. Harry found himself staring at your lips as you spoke about a party you went to your freshman year. Safe to say he had no idea what happened at the party.

You wore a black dress with cherries on that you tied over your yellow bathing suit and Harry thought you couldn’t look better if you tried. A slight tan had made its way onto your body, your hair dry from the ocean water, and an effortless smile lying on your lips as you wrap yourself tighter in a towel you borrowed from the hotel.

You looked up and made eye contact with Harry, smiling widely before looking down at your hands to not raise any suspicion. Harry frowned slightly and focused on Niall, asking him what he was going to do later that night.

“Probably go to the pool,” he shrugs, “The ocean is way too cold now.”

Harry nodded, “I’m gonna go to bed in like an hour so I won’t join,” he looked up at you. You nodded slightly as Tara replied.

“I’m gonna go to the gym, maybe I’ll meet up with you after.”

You looked up, “I’m going to go to bed. All the walking really got to me,” you informed.

Everyone murmured their ‘okay’s and a few minutes later you had all packed up and headed back to your hotel rooms.

You and Harry walked slightly behind everyone, Harry’s lips on your ear as they tell you how he’s going to have you tonight.

Tara and Niall changed and headed back down to the shared lobby and you rushed to knock on the shared door between the two rooms. Harry hastily helped you inside and within seconds his lips were on yours and his shirt was thrown across the room and his shorts were directly beneath him.

Clad in only his briefs allowed for the outline of his cock to show through the thin, black fabric and you glanced down at it when your lips parted, losing your train of thought for a moment.

Your eyes widen slightly and your head rolls back as Harry begins kissing along your jawline and down to your neck. He leads you onto his bed, that he had laid a towel on, and helps you get rid of your shirt and shorts.

He groans at the sight of the white lace set you had put on for him and you smile up at him, laying down on the bed, as he steps out of his briefs.

“We gotta be quick, babe,” He reminds you, “God you look so beautiful. Quick won’t be a problem.”

You chuckle and lean up and grasp his arms, pulling him down onto you, “Thank you,” you whisper. He giggles lightly as his lips find yours. You pull him closer into your body as he deepens the kiss, immediately asserting his dominance.

You moan lightly into the kiss as Harry’s hand finds its way down to your panties, pressing light pressure onto your core and moving his hand slightly as you arch your back urging for more.

Harry’s lips detach from yours and find their way to your chest, his free hand skillfully unclasping your bra and you lean up slightly to help take it off your body. Your bra is thrown across the room and one of Harry’s hands finds your right breast, massaging it, as his mouth attaches itself with your left nipple.

His tongue works skillfully, circling your nipple and flicking it harshly, hardening it instantly. He playfully nips at it, making you groan in pleasure, before he switches breasts and does a similar routine on the other.

He kisses his way down to your body and to your core, placing a kiss directly on the wet patch that has formed on your panties. You groan at the feeling and he looks up at you, “You good?” You nod quickly, unable to speak, “I need to hear you say it,” he reminds you.

“Yes, fuck, yes. Keep going, please,” you chant, closing your eyes and pushing your body towards Harry’s mouth.

He groans at the contact and moves your panties to the side, attaching his tongue to your clit. He gently bites on it, teasing you further, and you grab his hair pulling lightly.

He moans into your core, making you arch your back in ecstasy. “Harry, please,” you beg for his attention, causing him to smirk at your desperation.

He sucks harshly on your clit making you practically scream in anticipation. In a rhythmic motion, you move your hips as he laps his tongue along your lips, making your legs shake with pleasure. He adds a finger unexpectedly and you moan loudly, pulling at his hair aggressively, this time. Your eyes close and your head rolls back, hitting the mattress, as you come unexpectedly onto Harry’s tongue.

He smiles slightly and stands after cleaning you up quickly. Rolling on a condom, he watches as you rid your panties, sitting up to throw them where your bra lays on the floor. Making eye contact with you, he gets the sudden urge to kiss you. “You look so flawless,” he mutters.

“You look perfect,” you reply, giving into his gaze.

He smiles at you and kisses you softly, assaulting your lips, making sure you know you are loved by the man before you.

He stands and regains his full height again, allowing you to adjust your body as you wish before lining up his cock with your entrance.

Harry slides halfway into you with a wrangled moan, looking at you to make sure you’re okay. He lets out an exaggerated “Fuck,” seeing your innocent eyes looking up at him through your eyelashes before bottoming out, his hips coming in contact with your feet as you push him back slightly, nonverbally signaling him to move.

He thrusts into you at a slow pace, making you whimper for more. You look at him with pleading eyes, in which he responds by slightly increasing his pace. “Please,” you whine, looking into Harry’s eyes.

He smiles at you and pulls out before sliding back in with more force and speed then before. You moan with delight as he groans with pleasure and you allow him to continue his pattern of strokes before he comes, you following slightly after.

He pulls out, heading to the bathroom to dispose of his condom before coming back and helping you off the bed so you could use the restroom and clean up while he puts the towel under a table in the room so nobody uses it.

Walking back into the bedroom, you take in the sight before you of Harry putting his shorts back on. His eyes meet yours and he smiles as you continue to stare at him as he gathers your clothes for you. He hands them to you with a kiss and you change quickly into them before sitting back down on the bed to cuddle for a few minutes.

You face each other and your legs intertwine as you admire each other and whisper sweet nothings at each other. “I love you,” He tells you.

“I love you,” you reply.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #boyfriendathon #harry styles x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut

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sweetyyhippyy · 4 years ago

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Part of You. Spencer Reid x OC! Character. Chapter 3.

Chapter Three: One Good Thing About Idaho.

(Not my gif)

Summary: Taking it back to the infamous night in Idaho. The first time Spencer and Bridgett had sex.

Pairings: Spencer Reid x OC! Plus size character, Bridgett Mendez.

TW: Spencer being “creepy” and looking at women’s panties, Dom! Spencer, Switch! OC! Character, nipple play, oral sex (female and male receiving), penetrative unprotected sex, dirty talk, restraint, spanking, squirting, mentions of feeling insecurity of the female body, swearing. Do NOT read if you are not 18+ or are not comfortable reading smut!

Word Count: 6.3K

A.N.: Did I really do the hotel room troupe? Yup. Sure did. Because I’m a sucker for it. This is season 3 Spencer!

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“I don’t understand how they don’t have enough rooms available. Who’s first thought when on vacation is, “oh, I wanna go to Idaho’?” Emily snickers, dropping down to the couch in the hotel lobby.

The whole team was exhausted from flying all morning from Virginia to the middle of nowhere Idaho. When they got there to the hotel, there was a mix up with the rooms they had booked where instead of all 7 of the team members having their own rooms, there were only 3 rooms. Hotch was talking to the manager to try and clear the mishap up.

“They do have potatoes. Never met a potato I haven’t liked.” Bridgett jokes.

Emily laughs, nodding her head in agreement.

“Actually, It’s not all boring, Ernest Hemmingway wrote a lot of his novels in Idaho. He wrote “From Whom the Bell Tolls” in 1939 at the Sun Valley Lodge. His typewriter is still on the desk in the room he wrote it in.” Spencer spewed out from the accent chair, his eyes never leaving the book he was reading.

Bridgett gives him a blank, eyes glazed over look.

“Have you ever thought about going on Jeopardy? You could become a billionaire.” She teases, making Spencer finally look up, his lips pouting out a little bit, eyebrows furrowing.

She smiles, puckering her lips at him to blow him a kiss, something she always did when she would tease him when he was being the equivalent of the bottom of a Snapple bottle fun fact.

“Alright, so apparently because we got here 5 hours after check in, they gave our other rooms away to other people who were here. All they can give us is 3 rooms. All of them have double beds. We’re going to have to share for the next few days.” JJ says, tossing the room keys onto the coffee table.

“You’re kidding. And how are we splitting the rooms? Where is that extra person sleeping if each room only has 2 beds. Hell are we getting any type of discount for them screwing our rooms up?” Derek asks, growing visibly annoyed. He wasn’t fun to be around when he was tired.

“Hotch and Rossi already said they’ll share a room, they weren’t happy about it but it's all we have. I’ll room with Emily. That leaves… you three.”

“Hey, hey, hey, why do I have to room with the boys? Why can’t I room with you?” Bridgett interjects, turning her attention to the girls.

“Well, uh… I don’t really like sleeping with other people and Emily snores.” JJ stumbles over her words, trying to think quickly. It’s not that she didn’t want to room with Bridgett, they each just wanted their own bed. Last agent hired got last pick, that was the rule.

“Bull. Shit. Fine, I’ll share with the boys but I’m getting my own bed, I’m not sleeping with either of you.”

Spencer and Derek look at each other, Derek laughing and shaking his head.

“Oh hell no. Definitely not. I’m not sharing a bed with, boy genius over there. I’d rather go sleep in the woods. They have extra chairs or couches in the rooms?”

“Yeah they have chairs like these ones up there. Why?” Emily asks. Derek nods his head, getting up from the chair.

“Alright. Well I’m rooming with Hotch and Rossi. Good night.” He grabs a room key from the table, taking his bags in his other hand and walking off to the elevator. The girls follow suit, grabbing the second key and hurrying off to the other set of elevators.

“Alright, looks like you and I are roommates for the next few days, Spence. Come on.”

Spencer grabs his bags, offering to take one of Bridgett’s for her. She happily obliges, following him up to their home for the next few days. Spencer was a gentleman and let Bridgett pick out which bed she wanted, take whatever drawers she needed for her clothes, and shower first. He agreed to order some food for the both of them while she was showering, but he got distracted with unpacking his clothes. The first drawer he opened up had all of Bridgett’s undergarments; colorful, lacy bras and frilly underwear to match, that was practically see through. As quickly as Spencer wanted to close the drawer, he couldn’t. His mind was racing a million miles an hour, wondering what these skimpy clothes looked like under her regular clothes. Once he heard the shower shut off he shoved the drawer closed and tried to look natural so she didn’t notice he was being a creeper. The room in Spencer’s pants got cramped now that all the dirty thoughts were swimming in his head. As soon as Bridgett came out of the bathroom with little ass shorts, a tight fitting long sleeve, and wet hair, he couldn’t contain himself. He was done.

“Shower’s free now, Spence.” Bridgett says, grabbing her hairbrush and going through a small bag trying to find something.

It was almost as if a devil and Angel were on his shoulder, one telling him to go for it, the other saying how it might make things awkward between them, and how embarrassing it would be if she turned him down. But of course the devil spoke louder. Spencer tosses what’s in his hand onto his bed and walks over to Bridgett but freezes once he gets close to her, smelling a sweet fruity smell from her shampoo. She jumps slightly once she realizes he’s close behind her.

“You scared the crap out of me.” She giggles, lightly hitting Spencer’s arm with her brush, going back to brushing through the wet almost black hair.

“What are you doing?” Spencer’s mind goes blank, he forgets how to breathe and blink in that moment, his hands clammy. He tried to get the words out of his mouth, but looking at how innocent her face was, her face was puzzled but still angelic.

“Spence?” Bridgett asks again, her eyebrows furrowing.

Spencer clears his throat, shaking his head to wake himself up and come back down from the clouds he was in. He takes one more step closer to Bridgett, confidence overcoming him as he takes Bridgett’s chin in between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting her head up to stare into her dark eyes. She knew what was happening now, Bridgett’s heart starting to beat faster, her eyes fixated on Spencer’s.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to be this close to you, to make all the damn fantasies that have lived in my head for almost a whole year, a reality.” Spencer’s voice low and dark, his thumb swiping against Bridgett’s plump bottom lip.

She laughs nervously, her fingers playing with a button on Spencer’s shirt.

“And what fantasies are those, doctor?”

His heart and dick jumped at Bridgett calling him “doctor”, especially with the innocent look on her face, but her voice full of pure sin. Spencer licks his lips slowly, his hands moving from her chin, down her chest, his long fingers trailing ever so slowly across her clothed nipples, goosebumps covering her body.

“Do you want me to tell you? Or show you?”

“I think you want to show me what exactly your head is cooking up when you’re around me.” Her hand rests on his bicep, the other sliding up into his messy hair, playing with a curl coming from the back of his head.

Bridgett stands on her tiptoes to bring him closer together, one of Spencer’s arms sliding down her back, and pulling her in close to his body, and finally kissing her.

His hand doesn’t stay there for long, Bridgett can feel it slipping down to her ass, rubbing around to find a spot he liked. Neither of them wanted to pull away from the kiss to come up for air, their lips felt so right together. Their lips moved in sync with each other, both of them feeling the hunger from the other. Obviously Spencer was handsome; tall, beautiful brown eyes, messy hair that she wanted to run her fingers through, hands that she couldn’t look away from and have the dirtiest thoughts about what they could do, and his lips… his lips.

It wasn’t long before Bridgett felt for the edge of her bed with her foot, motioning Spencer to come down with her to the bed. His lips leave her for a second, Spencer sitting on the bed instead and taking Bridgett’s hand in his, leading her to stand in between his legs. Spencer’s hands travel down her clothed hips, lifting the shirt up from the bottom. Bridgett takes the long sleeve up over her head and tosses it to Spencer’s bed, leaving her top half completely exposed. She can feel her nipples get hard at the air hitting them, Spencer’s eyes noticing right away.

“Can I?” Spencer asks, looking up at her. His eyes were dark, practically eye fucking her already.

Bridgett nods her head, her hand once again finding the back of his head and toying with his curls. Spencer’s lips kiss down her chest slowly, his hands taking her breast and massaging it. His thumb ghost over her hard nipple twice, smiling as she reacts to the touch. He parts his lips very minimally and blows softly on the neglected nipple, making that one hard again.

“You’re going to torture me aren’t you?”

Spencer’s mouth connects to Bridgett’s mound, his tongue tracing harsh circles around it. Bridgett gasps and moans, her head rolling back and her breath becoming shallow. It has been almost a year or so since the last time she had any type of sexual play, and even then it wasn’t even good. The feeling of Spencer’s warm fingers snaking their way into her shorts brought her back from cloud 9. Her head snaps up and looks at Spencer almost in shock that he was doing this. Once she feels him hit her now sopping wet pussy, she was beyond the point of being desperate. Spencer’s mouth leaves her breast, looking down at her itty bitty shorts, then back up at Bridgett, not expecting her to be bare under her shorts.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?”

“No, these shorts are more comfortable without any.”

“All the damn underwear you have in that drawer and you’re not wearing any? Naughty little thing you are.” Bridgett cocks her head to the side, a puzzled look on her face.

“You went through my underwear drawer?”

Spencer’s mouth opens to try to speak but he has nothing to say to save him. Bridgett laughs, giving his lips a quick peck.

“Is that why you were so worked up when I came out of the shower? Were you getting turned on looking at my underwear, thinking about what they look like when I have them on? Or what I would look like if I was in your bed in just my bra and panties, begging you to take them off for me?” Bridgett lightly pushes Spencer down to the bed to make him lay down.

Before she climbs onto the bed, she pulls her shorts down, kicking them off, now fully naked in front Spencer.

She finally climbs onto the bed, straddling Spencer’s lap. He can feel her bare, hot, and wet pussy from underneath his clothing that was oddly still on, both of them knowing there was going to be a wet spot on his slacks.

“You’re fucking wet.” Spencer swore he just said it in his head but once he heard Bridgett laugh he knew he said it out loud.

“Touch me.” She says bluntly, taking his hands and laying them on her thighs.

Spencer rubs his hands up and down her silky soft thighs, squeezing them, enjoying the feeling of how warm her lower half was.

“And where do you want me to touch you, beautiful girl?”

“You’re smart Reid, where do you think I want you to touch me?”

Bridgett feels a sharp sting on her ass, Spencer sits up quickly, his large hand on the back of her neck, their foreheads pressed together. His jaw was clenched and eyes glued on hers. Her jaw was open, shocked that he just spanked her.

“Ah ah, not ‘Reid’. What did you call me before, that got you in my lap, naked and wet?”

“Doctor. You like when I call you that? What about baby, sir, daddy?” Bridgett kisses Spencer’s neck with each name she speaks.

He was slowly turning into mush under her. This, trying to be dominant side was the last thing he expected from her.

“Anything but my actual name, sweetheart. Are we done talking so I can touch that wet pussy? Make it wetter.” Spencer’s lips press against her neck, giving her a light bite, making her thighs press together.

She gasps at the sharp pinch, holding his head to keep him there.

“Yes please touch me. Touch me before I go crazy. I want your fingers, tongue, mouth, cock, on me, in me. All of it just please, daddy.”

It didn’t take anymore pushing for Spencer to flip their position, laying Bridgett onto the bed. He parts her legs, staring at the glistening slit he’s had wet dreams about. Bridgett stares as he brings his head closer to her pussy, finally diving in and licking slowly up and down, not yet making contact with her clit. Bridgett whines, her nails softly scratching at his shoulder blade.

“You’re a fucking tease.” She whimpers out, trying to bring herself closer to his face.

Spencer smacks her thigh sharply. She makes eye contact with him and sees him shake his head, disapproving of her actions. She finally feels his tongue part her lips. His tongue getting to work quickly, circling it slowly to make her suffer. It wasn’t long before she feels Spencer’s fingers massaging her lips before two fingers slip into her entrance.

“Oh my fucking god, why are you so good at that.” She whines, her whole body shaking with pleasure.

Spencer’s free hand takes the place of his mouth to give him a small break, rubbing her clit and fingering her. Bridgett’s eyes shut, her hips moving to meet the in and out motions of Spencer’s fingers.

“Tell me beautiful, have you thought about my fingers being inside you? Making you wetter than you’ve ever been before? Trying to make you cum?”

Bridgett nods her head, her chest rising and falling fast. Spencer’s fingers leave her entrance quickly, his hand wrapping around Bridgett’s neck. Her eyes fly open, watching Spencer come closer to her face. A grin appearing on her face with a laugh, loving the feeling of his long fingers wrapped around her throat, feeling the pressure from a few light squeezes.

“Use your words. Or I’m not going to let you cum.”

“You’ll still let me cum. You want to hear me moaning your name while I’m cumming, feeling my pussy drip onto your fingers.”

Spencer smirks down at her, releasing his hands from around her neck. Bridgett grabs his hand and puts it back around her neck, her hand still wrapped around his wrist.

“I didn’t want you to stop.”

Their lips meet again, Spencer’s tongue slipping in between her mouth to touch her tongue and play with it. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue, giving his bottom lip a bite. Spencer’s fingers are still rubbing her clit quickly, trying to draw orgasam nearer and nearer. She starts to moan into his mouth, losing her composure as she feels the high building up. Spencer pulls back from the kiss, his forehead resting on hers.

“Are you going to cum beautiful? Going to cum for me?”

“Yes daddy. I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop touching me.” Her voice was desperate, almost on the verge of tears.

Spencer goes back down in between her thighs, his lips sucking on the sensitive nerve ending.

“Spence, that feels so good. I’m going to cum baby. Make me fucking cum please.” Her whimpers turn into pornagrahic moans, making Spencer’s mouth and tongue work together to finally make Bridgett explode.

He can feel her walls contract harshly against his fingers, Spencer helping her through her orgasam, licking the cum that was escaping her and kissing her clit. Bridgett exhaled harshly, pushing her short hairs that were pasted to her face from sweat out of her way, trying to make sense of the last 30 seconds. She can feel Spencer leave the space between her legs with one last kiss to her pussy and lay next to her, smiling at her.

“So that’s been part of your fantasy huh? Making me cum and see fucking stars?”

“Not the only thing that’s part of my fantasy. Still a pretty big part of my fantasy that has yet to come true.”

Bridgett looks up at Spencer, his nose down to his chin glistening with a mix of sweat and Bridgett’s cum, making her giggle, she takes her hand and touches his lips and chin lightly.

“I think you and I have the same fantasy. We should see if we can make them come true. But first things first. All these clothes need to come off. I’m naked and you need to be naked too. Fair is fair.”

Spencer gets off the bed, ridding himself of his dress pants, unbuttoning his shirt, Bridgett gets onto her knees on the edge of the bed, helping Spencer take his shirt off his shoulders and dropping it to the floor.

“I know you have a tie in your go bag, I think we’re going to need it for the fantasy I have in my mind.”

Spencer gives her a small kiss on her lips before going over to his bag on his bed and taking out a dark gray tie, tossing it to her. She smiles, motioning for him to come back to her. He strides back over to her, touching her hips lightly.

“You don’t understand how beautiful you are, Bridge.”

She smiles, playing with the waistband of his boxers.

“You forgot a very important piece of clothing to take off there, doctor.”

Bridgett lays onto her stomach, pulling the dark blue and white decorated fabric down his legs, his cock getting some much needed air. Spencer takes the rest of her long dark hair out of her way, holding it into a makeshift ponytail uptop her head. Her tongue pokes out between her lips, licking along the thick shaft Spencer was sporting. Spencer hisses slightly, the grip he has in her hair tightening. After kissing the tip of Spencer’s cock a few times to drive him crazy, she takes him into her mouth, stopping halfway down his cock before drawing him back out. Spencer suppresses his groan, clearing his throat to choke it down.

“That’s a good girl. You think you can fit all of it in your mouth?”

Bridgett looks up at him and moans against his cock, pumping the bottom half of his cock to get it wet before swallowing his cock and keeping it there for a few seconds before releasing it quickly to avoid choking on it.

“God damn you’re going to make me cum down your fucking throat.” His breath is ragged, eyes not leaving the attention that Bridgett was paying to his cock.

If you would have asked Spencer when Bridgett started with the team 304 days ago if he thought the brand new agent would be sucking him off, he would think you were crazy. He could hardly believe it himself, she was far out of his league but here they were, minutes away from having the nastiest sex either of them have ever had. As much as Spencer wanted to shoot his load down her throat, he needed to bury his cock inside Bridgett. He let her head bob up and down a few more times before he pulled back from her, leaving her mouth open, a bit of saliva spilling out of her mouth.

“I didn’t get to make you cum.”

“Trust me beautiful, you’re going to make me cum.” Spencer uses his thumb to clean her lower lip and chin.

Bridgett takes the tie that Spencer grabbed from his bag and hands it to Spencer.

“Tie me up, pretty boy.”

Bridgett sticks her butt into the air, putting her arms behind her back. Spencer could have came right were he stood, at the sight of her ass in the air, waiting for him to slide himself into her. He smacks both sides of her ass, earning two yelps from Bridgett, followed by a satisfying moan. He takes the tie and wraps it around both of her wrists just tight enough to where she couldn’t break free, but not hurt her.

“Are you ready, beautiful?” Spencer asks, toying with her still soaking wet middle.

Bridgett clenches her thighs together, moaning at his touch again. She turns her head around to watch as Spencer stands behind her, touching her ass with both hands.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Spencer lines his cock up with her entrance sliding in slowly. Bridgett cries out loudly, biting the blanket under her face. Spencer stays buried inside her for a few seconds, feeling almost lightheaded at finally being inside of her. Bridgett starts to move her hips back and forth against Spencer, finally getting some relief that she needed. Spencer pulls at the tie, spanking her harshly again.

“You’re not taking control of this.” Spencer growls, slamming himself into her roughly.

Bridgett whines, repeating her “naughty” actions. He grabs hold of the makeshift handcuffs, pulling her up so her back is against his chest.

“You’re not listening to me. Are you being a bad girl?”

“Maybe I like being a bad girl. You ever think of that?” Bridgett retorts, a sly smirk on her face.

Spencer takes Bridgett by her jaw line, turning her face toward him, giving her face a light smack. She lets out a surprised gasp, another smile creeping on her face.

“Don’t talk back to me or you're going to be punished.”

“That doesn’t seem like a threat to me, daddy.”

Spencer’s hold on her face tightens, his face inches from hers.

“Do you want me to stop fucking you?”

“Like i said earlier, we both know that you’re not going to do that. You’re too needy to take your cock out of me and not go back in. When was the last time your dick got wet by someone else’s pussy?”

Spencer throws her back down onto the bed, rutting into her roughly. Bridgett starts screaming into the blanket below her, her hands trying to push back against Spencer.

“I thought you could take it? I thought you were tough the way you talk shit back to me.”

“I wanted to get a rise out of you. I needed you to fuck me. You had me worked up.”

“Got what you wanted, didn’t you my pretty girl? Both of us are getting what we want. You’re used to that aren’t you?” Spencer grunts out. He pulls out quickly, taking the tie off her wrists and letting her flip over onto her back. Spencer didn’t miss a beat sliding back into Bridgett, watching her gasp when he slides his whole length in her.

“Good girl. Gimmie your legs.”

He takes her by her thighs and lifts her legs up, resting them on his shoulders. Once her legs are settled onto him he continues to thrust into her quickly. The room filled with their moans and cussing. Spencer takes his thumb and starts to massage Bridgett’s clit again, a wave of even more pleasure falling over her.

“So. Fucking good, daddy.”

“Your pussy is amazing, beautiful. The way you become weak when i touch you, how you feel around me when I’m fucking you.”

Bridgett could barely keep her eyes open with double the pleasure going on. Both of her hands gripping both of Spencer’s biceps.

“You don’t have a condom on, baby.” She mutters, barely squinting up at him finally realizing the lack of protection.

Spencer looks down at his cock slamming in and out of her, shiny with her wetness. It put him in a trance, completely forgetting that Bridgett just spoke to him.

“Daddy, daddy I’m going to cum again.” Her hand flies down to his, keeping his hand moving against her clit.

Spencer could feel her legs begin to shake against him. As he stared at her face he could see a tear fall down her cheek, being completely overwhelmed by the being touched and fucked at the same time.

“It’s okay baby, cum for me. Cum on my cock.” Spencer coaxes. “You’re such a good girl. Such a good girl for daddy.”

“Sp-Spence. Keep goi-go-going, please, baby.” Her voice was shaky, he swears she was seconds away from crying.

Her nails sink into his arm, gripping his skin. Seconds later her head rolls back against the bed, her walls clenching unbelievably tight. Spencer has to pause, waiting for Bridgett to come down from her high. He wipes the still falling tears from her eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing to me? I’ve never came that hard and cried.”

“Well your past sexual partners haven’t fucked you well enough. They couldn’t feel what your body needed.”

Spencer drops his head down to in between her neck, kissing and nibbling the skin. He grew closer to his end with each thrust.

“You’re so good, daddy.” She whispers in his ear, holding his head close to her, Spencer biting down on her skin, no question if it was going to leave a mark tomorrow morning.

“I can’t hold back anymore. I’m going to cum.”

Spencer kisses Bridgett’s lips softly, staring into her eyes. His body starts to grow more and more weak, his thrusts becoming sloppy and out of rhythm.

“Shit I can’t cum in you. I’m not wearing a condom.”

“I told you that a few - fuck- minutes ago. Just pull out, it's fine.”

There’s a brief moment of panic in Spencer’s eyes before he pulls out quickly, shooting all over her stomach. His eyes screwed shut, soft moans falling from his lips. Bridgett giggles, dragging her two fingers through the liquid on her stomach and licking it off, making eye contact with Spencer the entire time.

“Wait here.” Spencer says, kissing her before getting off the bed and walking off to the bathroom.

Bridgett’s eyes flutter closed for a few seconds before feeling the bed sink lower next to her. Spencer takes the wet wash rag and cleans off whatever is left of his mess off her stomach. She jumps slightly at the cold fabric against her overly hot and sweaty skin, humming as she feels her body start to relax.

“No going to bed yet. I’m going to shower and be back.”

She nods her head, sitting up in her bed to grab her clothes. She throws her shirt on but can’t find her shorts anywhere on the floor. An idea pops into her mind and goes into the drawer of her undergarments. She picks a black pair of cute cheeky panties, with a small bow on the waistband. Bridgett climbs into Spencer’s bed and waits under the sheets.

Once she hears the door open she smiles shyly at Spencer. He has a new pair of striped boxers on and walks slowly past the empty bed.

“You’re in my bed?” He questions.

Bridgett gets nervous, sitting up quickly, not knowing what to say at the moment. Maybe she was overstepping her boundaries, but with what they just did, they no longer had boundaries.

“Well… I just thought that-that uhh since that bed was kinda used and stuff… that I could sleep in yours, in your bed with you, if that was okay, and that maybe we could sleep together, not-not in the way we slept together in that bed, but go to actual bed and then we could cuddle, if you like to cuddle, beca-because I really like cuddling... and I’m talking a lot, sorry.”

Spencer stares back at her like she does him when he rambles on about some random fact he knows far too much about.

“I’m sorry, shit, I’m an ass, I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you wanted to and I didn’t want to bring it up because it would have been awkward. But we can definitely sleep together, in the other way, the other, other way is more than welcome again too. And I will gladly cuddle with you.” He says with a smile, sliding into bed on the other side of her, opening his arms and letting her snuggle up into his chest, his arms holding her close to him.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough with you. I spanked you a lot, slapped you in the face, choked you.”

Bridgett laughs, moving her head up to look at Spencer.

“A lot of people like all that stuff. It’s fun. Especially when the other person takes care of them after and holds them like you’re doing now, and kisses them. Tells them that they were a good girl for doing all those nasty things.”

Spencer raises his eyebrow at the last one, that one catching his attention.

“A good girl huh? You think you were a good girl over there?” He asks, motioning over to the other bed.

Bridgett nods her head. “I think so. I came twice, only talked back a few times, sucked you off pretty well, made you cum, and cleaned up some of the mess off myself. It was a big mess you made.”

“You’re right, you were a very good girl, princess.”

Spencer leans down to delicately kiss Bridgett. She smiles into the kiss and lays back on Spencer’s bare chest.

“Oh, and I put something pretty cute on for you under the sheets.”

Bridgett pulls the covers back to show Spencer her underwear peeking out under her shirt. Spencer’s hand travels over to the thin fabric and plays with the frills on the end of them.

“I was eyeing those earlier.”

“I’m sure you were, creeper.”

Spencer spanks her ass one more time, giving her a long, deep kiss, his hands roaming her body again. He pulls her up, making Bridgett straddle him again.

“You think that I can make you cum again? Think that I can make you cum on my face?”

“3 in one night?”

“Third time’s a charm isn’t it? Come here, you can sit on my face.”

Bridgett hesitates, not letting Spencer pull her up close to her. She looks down at Spencer, not making eye contact with him.

“Uhh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Spence. I can just lay down like I did before.”

“Why? Do you not want to? It’s okay if you don’t want me to eat you out again.”

Bridgett sighs, resting her hands on his bare chest, still refusing to look at him. “It’s just not a good idea unless you like the idea of being suffocated and crushed by me.”

“What? What are you talking about, Bridge?”

She rolls her eyes, climbing off of his lap. She attempts to get off the bed but Spencer takes her hand.

“We’re not all done talking. What are you talking about ‘being crushed by you’?”

“Spence, have you seen me?”

“Yeah, I rather like looking at you actually. Are you talking about your weight? Are you self conscious about it and that’s why you don’t want to do it? You know that I don’t care, right? I know that it’s easier said than just believing it, but I think you’re beautiful regardless of your weight. I know I can’t just smooth talk my way into you not being self conscious of your body but you’re not going to hurt me. And if I can lighten the mood just a little bit, but being suffocated by your pussy sounds great.”

Bridgett snorts, shaking her head, trying not to show that his words made her feel a little warm and fuzzy.

“Well alright then. Lay back.”

She runs her fingers through his wet hair, pushing it back. His grin was equivalent to a kid getting a new bike for Christmas and seeing it under the tree. He lays flat on the mattress, licking his lips to get ready for his feast, so to speak. Bridgett puts her legs on both sides of Spencer’s head, not yet laying into him. He wraps both of his arms around her thighs, lowering her down gently onto his mouth.

She instantly whines as soon as she feels his tongue lick a long stripe across her slit. Out of habit, one finding his messy curls, the other gripping the headboard to keep her balance.

“Spence, oh my god. Your fucking tongue is the devil.”

She can feel him chuckle against her clit, his lips taking it and sucking on it softly. If you asked anyone on the street if this human equivalent of a string bean, who knows everything under the sun, if they thought he could fuck better than anyone they’ve ever been with, they wouldn’t believe it. Bridgett certainly wouldn’t have believed anyone that could attest to that statement. But this was the best sex that’s she had in her sexual history, nobody else has ever made her cum more than once, let alone fucking cry during orgasm.

Spencer’s tongue begins to quickly flick against her, making her thighs clench together quickly, almost locking in place before remembering not to crush Spencer’s head like a watermelon. Her moans become shallow, almost hysterical.

“You’re going to make me cum again. You’re going to make me cum again. You’re going to make me cu-cummmm.” She couldn’t help sounding like a broken record, repeating herself over and over again, barely making sense.

She starts to play with her nipples, making them hard by rolling the sensitive nubs around with her fingers, squeezing them as she feels her walls beginning to clench. The hold that he has of her thighs tighten, holding her in place, not having any way of moving until Spencer was done with her. Bridgett’s body freezes up, heat washing over her entire being, everything going silent, her eyes hazy with more tears escaping her lids. She can still feel Spencer lapping up whatever was coming out of her, enjoying watching Bridgett having borderline convulsions above him.

“If you don’t let me lay down I swear I’m going to pass out.” She whispers, not being strong enough to speak louder than that.

Spencer helps her move her legs carefully, knowing they felt like jelly. She lays on the bed, absolutely no energy left in her body. Spencer envelops her body, picking her up and bringing her back to their position before they went onto round 1 ½.

“I’m all done. No more.” She grunts, pressing her forehead against Spencer’s chest.

He chuckles, pressing a long kiss to her forehead, her fingers massaging her scalp.

“You do know what you just did right?”

She opens her eyes, tilting her head up just enough to questionably look at Spencer, his face was glistening again but more shiny, a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“Oh god what?”

“You kinda, squirted on me.”

She feels her cheeks turn hot, hiding her face back into his chest, laughing nervously. Another first that Spencer just made her experience just tonight.

“I’m sorry. I basically almost drowned you.”

“Trust me, it was the single hottest thing I’ve experienced. You need to get some sleep if you’re going to function tomorrow morning.”

She whines again, shaking her head.

“I don’t even want to think about how sore my legs and vagina are going to be when I wake up. I’m barely going to live.”

“Well depending on how sore you are tomorrow, maybe a massage is in your future. All the sore spots on your body. I’ve been told I have magic hands and fingers.”

“Yeah well we’ll put them to work if I can survive a day of working a case. Can I ask you something?”

“Technically you ju-“

“Technically you just did…” Bridgett mocks his voice, flipping over to her belly. “Don’t think I won’t fight you pretty boy.”

“Okay, okay, your question.” Spencer smirks down at her.

“We’ve known each other for a few months, right? Have you been wanting to do that since we met?”

“Well not right away. I mean, I’ve always thought you were super pretty the first time I saw you, because you are. But once I started being around you more, saw your personality come out. And not to mention you’re always touching me, or making cute flirty eyes at me, and your smile.” Spencer clears his throat, getting carried away with his reason. “But I didn’t feel sexual tension up until 3 months ago. The Halloween party that Garcia had, and you dressed up as that sexy rockstar.”

Bridgett smiles, very fond of the outfit he was talking about. “You know, I would have definitely given you the rockstar treatment that night too. If I’m being honest, I’ve wanted something like this to happen for about the same amount of time.”

They smile at each other warmly, Spencer stroking her cheek. “Where do we go from here?” He asks.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship. At least not now.”

“Okay… yeah that’s fine.” Part of Spencer wanted to at least take her on a date, but maybe it would ruin their friendship, and Spencer didn’t want that.

“We should get some rest. We might have an early morning wake up call.” Bridgett says, stretching her neck up to give Spencer 2 kisses.

“Yeah, good night.” He says, pulling her close and massaging her scalp until he could hear rhythmic breathing coming from Bridget.

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prettytoxicrevolver · 4 years ago

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Torn | Unus Annus

Requested? Kinda but y’all knew this was coming

Warnings? Nah

Summary: Only having one bed in the hotel room doesn’t bother Mark or Ethan

Word Count: 1,325

One | Three | Four

“So, sleepover?”

You and the boys get settled in the room before you and Ethan decide to go swimming. Mark figures a nap and some editing will do him good so you press a kiss to his cheek and head downstairs with Ethan.

When you get downstairs, the two of you head straight for the pool to see it’s completely empty. Neither of you brought swimsuits but Ethan pulls off his shirt and jumps in making you laugh.

“Come on in the water is fine,” he says smiling widely at you from the pool.

“No way,” you tell him, shaking your head.

You drop down by the edge of the pool, your legs falling into the warm water, and watch as your best friend dives back under the clear surface. He doesn’t resurface until he’s next to you, resting his chin against the concrete and smiling up at you.

“I think you’ve got something on your leg,” he says, placing a hand on your thigh and your heartbeat picks up at the action.

You unsuspectingly look down at your legs, curious to see what Ethan is talking about. Just when you’re about to look back up at your best friend. His hand slides from your thigh to your calf and he pulls you down into the pool with him.

“Ethan!” you yell when you resurface and the older boy simply giggles at your now soaked state.

“Yes?” he questions innocently with a shit-eating grin crossing his lips.

“You bitch!” you complain.

You chase after him in the water, but Ethan’s too quick of a swimmer and you’re unable to catch him. He lets up though, swimming close to you and grabbing your waist to pull you close making you lose your breath.

“Need something?” he asks his face inches from yours.

“I- uh” you stutter out.

Ethan takes this chance to move a bit closer to you, and you offer a shy smile. Just when your lips are an inch away, you move your hands to his shoulders and push him back underneath the water.

“No fair!”

After messing around in the pool for another hour or so, you and Ethan finally head back upstairs. When you get to your shared room, you spot Mark sitting at the desk working on his laptop. Out of habit, you walk over and wrap your arms around his shoulder but this time the brunette groans in annoyance.

“You’re soaking wet!” he whines and you giggle.

“Well, Ethan over here threw me into the pool so.”

“Gross,” Mark whines and you kiss his cheek before standing up straight again.

“Do you guys wanna get dinner?”

“I need a shower and to edit so I’m good,” Ethan calls, already heading into the bathroom.

“Mark my love?” you ask using the man’s nickname.

“Of course darling.”

After you get changed and Mark finishes up whatever you’re doing you two head out to dinner. Your parents graciously let you borrow the car and Mark offers to drive. As he drives, his hand instinctively gravitates towards yours, and you’re radiating as his hand slips into yours, your fingers intertwining.

You two sit in comfortable silence the entire way there and you can’t help but think how lucky you are to have the man sitting next to you right now. No matter what, Mark has always been a rock in your life and someone to make you smile.

“How do you like my family so far?” you ask when you and Mark have sat down and your food has been ordered.

“They’re nice. Your mom is a little much but nothing I can’t handle,” he jokes and you smile widely at him.

“Do you miss being home?”

“A little. But I love living in California and hanging out with you and Ethan. Y’all are a second family to me.”

Dinner goes well as you and Mark trade stories and casual conversation the entire time and you’re left thinking about how easy it all is with him.

You had never decided on your feelings about Mark or Ethan. You knew deep down you had fallen for both men in your life but had never meant to and certainly never wanted to hurt either of them or make it awkward. That was mostly the reason you never said anything, knowing you loved them both but in such different ways and to do that to them was selfish.

Once you get back to the hotel room, you realize how late it is and how exhausted you were from the lack of power at your house and the day’s activities altogether. However, once you step into the hotel room you’re reminded of the one bed, three of you dilemma.

“Boys?” you ask when you step into the room. “What are we gonna do about sleeping arrangements?”

“I mean the bed is big enough for the three of us if we want,” Ethan suggests and you look to Mark to see the older man shrugging his shoulders.

You’re pretty certain your heart was going to either burst out of your chest or fail completely by the proximity of the two men currently. The three of you decided to share the bed and attempt to get at least one good night of sleep during this mini vacation.

You climbed into bed first, the boys deciding that you should sleep in the middle and you obliged even though your hands were shaking and you were certain you weren’t going to get an ounce of sleep being this close to either of them. Mark climbs in next, your back facing him and you feel his breath on the back of your neck sending chills down your back.

Ethan follows suit, climbing into bed in front of you and offering an awkward smile as he inches just close enough so he’s not falling off the bed but not so close that he’s on top of you. The three of you sit like that for a minute, trying to adjust so you’re comfortable but making sure not to push one of them off the bed.

It’s silent, like way too silent except for the three of you breathing and no doubt the sound of your heart slamming hard against your chest. You’re surprised the two boys don’t notice how nervous you are and what they both do to you. You try to take deep breaths to slow your heart and steady your hands but nothing seems to be working.

Behind you, Mark’s breathing has evened but still tickles the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine. You know he’s inches from you and yet you’re still shocked when you feel his big hands on your body. One lands on your thigh before slowly moving up and circling your waist. He pulls you flush against his chest, his face pressing into your hair and you feel him press a light kiss to the back of your neck sending your heart flying again.

For a second you think Ethan doesn’t see what’s going on but then he shuffles close and his breath fans lightly across your face and your breath is caught in your lungs. You search his eyes as he inches closer, his leg slipping underneath yours and wrapping around so his ankle rests lightly on top of yours.

You’re certain you’ve stopped breathing but then you feel Ethan’s hand travel from your shoulder, tracing patterns down your arm until his hand reaches yours. His eyes flicker across yours as he slips his hand in yours, your fingers lacing with ease.

You think about saying something, anything to the two boys but when you look at Ethan again he’s practically passed out in front of you, inches away from your face. Mark’s breathing has evened out against your neck and you’re left in a perfect but compromising and heart-stopping position. What were you going to do when the three of you woke up?

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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acquainted | eleven

> series masterlist | series playlist <

summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.0k

warnings: cussing, mature language, soft sex with seokjinnie

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish@photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1 @thebeebi (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

Los Angeles.

You haven't been to Los Angeles in years, probably the last time being a family trip to Disneyland when you were younger. It felt surreal being here, but there was no turning back. You were here and you were going to be spending the weekend with Jin. You had simply told Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung you were going to visit home to be with your family, Ryujin obviously already knowing what the truth was. She was worried, and begged for you to be careful first and foremost. But, she knew she couldn't stop you. After all, this was your decision and your decision only. If there were any repercussions, that was all for you to deal with.

LAX was crowded as hell, your Uber taking almost 30 minutes to leave the airport itself. Jin had insisted on picking you up, but you felt bad that he would have to make the journey being that he already paid for your flight over. It was nearing 8pm, and the ride was still going to take close to an hour since Jin's hotel was in Anaheim. You almost fall asleep on the way over, exhaustion from work and classes hitting you like a truck. You were just ready to get in bed and cuddle.

You finally arrive after what seems like forever, immediately making your way up to the room number he sent you. After knocking a few times, he swings the door open, revealing him in a simple white tee and black sweats. His hair wasn't gelled and messily fell to its sides, strands almost poking his eyes.

"Hey." You smile at him, but he says nothing and instead engulfs you in a tight hug.

"Finally." He speaks up, his hands gently rubbing your back. When he pulls away, he cups your face and places a soft kiss on your lips.

"I know, t'was a long journey over from the airport."

"Sorry, love." You set your duffle aside against the wall, observing Jin's huge suite. There was a small kitchenette against the wall after the initial entry walkway. A small couch sat in the middle, facing towards the bed, with a coffee table in front and a love seat to the side. The bed itself was about queen sized and faced the wall that was entirely windows, if not draped with the curtains. In front of the bed was a drawer with a tv and a desk next to it. The view straight ahead was Disneyland, where you were sure you'd catch the fireworks from where you were at. Off to the side were double doors that led to the bathroom.

"Jeez, do CFOs always get this kind of treatment?" He chuckled as he plopped onto the bed, one heel planted on the bed with the other leg falling off the edge.

"Mm, maybe?"

"Damn, sign me up." You say as you hang your jacket in the closet next to his.

"Hungry?"

"Starving."

"I ordered you some food." He nodded towards the desk.

"Thank you." You give him a toothless smile before unzipping your duffle to get yourself washed up in the bathroom first. You sat your toiletries against the counter and threw on an oversized shirt and unmatching fuzzy socks, not really giving a damn how you looked right now. It wasn't too cold in the room, and honestly, you were just more worried about getting into something comfy after the journey you've had. You fixed your hair as you were exiting the bathroom, Jin smiling as he catches sight of you walking over to your food. "Yes?" You ask, your eyebrow cocked up.

"You're cute."

"What's wrong with it?" You look at yourself up and down, noticing he's eyeing your socks.

"Nothing." He shakes his head. "Eat your food so you can come over here and join me." You open the lid to the room service platter, seeing steak, mashed potatoes and veggies, along with a side of cheesecake for dessert. Shit, if this is the treatment you were going to get, you couldn't be mad at all. You quietly cut your steak and begin to eat, rolling your chair slightly away from the desk to watch the movie Jin has on. Inception. It was one of your favorite movies, and a movie you definitely don't get tired of watching even after the numerous times you've done so. You're so invested in it that you don't even realize you had cleared out your entire plate without saying a word. He too was super invested that you thought it was cute how his bug eyes kept focus on the tv the entire time.

"Fuck, that was so good." You say before sipping on your water. "Thank you." He smiles toothlessly before patting the space in between his legs.

"Do you want the A/C off?"

"It's fine." You climb onto the bed and in between his legs. He sits up against the headboard, one leg still propped up while the other drooped over the edge. He begins to massage your shoulders, causing you to shut your eyes at how relaxed you're starting to feel.

"Good?" He asks, as you tilt your head forward and nod.

"Mhm." He chuckles, beginning to place gentle kisses on the nape of your neck. You were getting into the massage, slightly feeling yourself getting turned on by his touch, until the fireworks began to pop off in your view. You opened your eyes and ran straight to the window, Jin chuckling behind you. "Oh shit! Oh my god! It's so pretty!" You stand in front of the window, watching the fireworks show, instantly missing Disneyland and its glory. Jin wraps his arms around your neck, planting a kiss on the side of your head as you rest your hands on his arms.

"What do you wanna do tomorrow?"

"That depends on when you're free, right?" You chuckle, keeping your eyes on the show.

"I'm free by 3:30. I'll come back here though, then we can get going to wherever you'd like."

"Anywhere?" You cocked your head to the side to look at him as he nods.

"Just say the word and we'll go. Except, there is one restaurant I wanna bring you to for dinner. That's the only exception." You nod.

"Fair enough."

Sooner or later, the fireworks are done for the night and Seokjin is on top of you, planting kisses along your neck and jawline as your hands grip onto his hair. For some reason, tonight feels a little different than the usual fuck session you have with Jin. He has never treated you wrong or made you feel like he was just using you, but tonight his emotions were at an all-time high and you felt it in the way that he kissed you, hugged you, touched you. His touch was gentle and soft, and this was escalating into something sweeter than the usual, rough, filthy sex you both end up having. He's removing your clothing, marveling at your already exposed breasts underneath the shirt. He lets out a breathy moan before he removes his shirt and sweats, bearing some of his weight as he lowers his body onto you once more. The kisses are affectionate and slow. Your tongue is dancing with his, making you moan into the kiss the more it deepens. He removes his hardened member from the barriers of his boxers, pumping it a few times before he taps it against your wet pussy. You hiss while he watches you plead with your eyes, begging for him to enter without saying a word. He slowly inserts his tip, letting out a small moan as he feels his cock being enveloped by your walls, coating him nicely and warmly. Your heels are planted onto the bed as he rolls his hips into yours, deeply thrusting slowly into your core. His hand is gripping your thigh every time he rolls into you, his other hand gripping the top of the pillow below your head. Your hips begin to mimic his motions, causing you to lightly arch your back at how good it feels to have him slowly bury himself in you like this. You moan against his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches your facial expressions change.

"Gonna cum." You spit out as your hips are continuing to work into his. You grip onto his chin, bringing his lips down onto yours as your aggressively kiss him and push your tongue into his mouth. He moans as he slightly picks up the pace, causing you to break the kiss. "Ohhhh, shit. Jin." You bite onto your bottom lip, feeling your high escalating until it pushes you over the edge. "Ohhhhhhhgod, fuck." You groan, gripping onto the sheets as your back arches and your body slightly trembles.

"Shit." He says, your reaction enough to send him over. You watch as he shuts his eyes as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, thrusts hard and slow to let him ride out the rest of the high. He stays there for a minute, allowing you to massage your hands into his hair and plant kisses onto his cheek. He finally rolls over, pulling the sheets over your bodies while you both are trying to regulate your breathing. He doesn't say anything as he pulls you onto his chest, caressing your arm as you get comfortable listening to his heartbeat against your ear. "Y/N."

"Hm?"

"I'm happy you're here with me."

"Me too." You say softly, his hands gently working their way in your hair.

Before Jin left early this morning, you remember him placing a kiss on your temple before whispering that he'd be back soon. You had slept in for a little longer, getting up close to lunch to see Jin's note on the night stand.

Order what you want, charge it to the room.

You smirk to yourself, knowing damn well you still wouldn't order a ton because you'd feel guilty. However, it's no lie that having the option to was kind of nice. You get washed up and throw on some baggy sweats and a crop tank while waiting for your breakfast platter and fruits to arrive to the room. You still had a couple of hours before Jin would be back, so after eating, you take the shuttle over to Downtown Disney to explore a little bit and get some air. Obviously, the souvenirs were quick to catch your attention, with the added bonus of Starbucks being right next door to the World of Disney shop. You feel yourself getting into your feelings because how cute would it be to spend time with Jin at Disneyland?

Then you remember that you aren't a couple.

You still don't really know what this is. Somehow, you're hoping that's what he'll help resolve later tonight at dinner. It's either you go or Grace goes, right?

After spending money on souvenirs for yourself and your apartment, you happily take the shuttle back with a bag of beignets in your hand. Jin would be back in the next hour, so you figured you could start getting yourself ready for the rest of the day. You throw on a brown ribbed bodycon dress with black knee high boots and a leather jacket. It was a simple outfit, but it made enough of a statement that you hoped Jin liked the way you dressed.

And he does. He truly does. It's probably one of the things he really likes about you - the fact that you dress up even if it's for an ice cream run. You still looked cute and you put in the effort. He thought it was sexy and attractive as hell. He walked into the room seeing you dressed, fixing the remaining touches to your hair. You spotted him through the bathroom mirror standing there, looking at you with so much admiration. He began to loosen his tie as he walked towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist before planting a kiss on your head.

"You look beautiful." He says softly, making you smile into the kiss he planted on your cheek. "Let me change, then we can head out, okay?"

"Sounds good." You respond as you make your way out into the room. You made sure to text Ryujin back, letting her know the weekend had been going well so far and that she shouldn't worry too much. It didn't take long for Seokjin to get himself into different clothes, him donning a sweater, slacks and boots. It wasn't long before you were hopping into his rental coming out of the valet and driving towards Santa Monica. He had fulfilled your wish of walking around, shopping and spending time at the pier. You were able to catch Jin's goofy side along with his infamous dad jokes, especially playing the pier games just to win you a small prize. You were also able to hear his voice and how he too liked to sing. He had a very strong voice, and differed from Jungkook's, however, they both sounded completely angelic and both were soothing to listen to. You were seeing a completely different side of Seokjin - not the one in class as your professor, not the one you'd see strictly in bed, but an entirely different side of Seokjin that seemed comfortably himself.

For dinner, you two were seated in a rather fancy, dimly-lit prime rib restaurant. Seokjin hopped out of his car at the valet and took you straight to the host to get seated. Two glasses of the finest red wine that they had were poured while you both waited for the food to arrive. You looked at him over your glass as you took a small sip of the smooth, bitter red wine, slightly smiling to yourself at how incredibly delicious his side-profile was.

"What?" He chuckled, his chin resting on his firmly clasped hands.

"You're just really handsome."

"Yeah?" He smiles, his dimples beneath his eyes making an appearance. "Thank you."

"You didn't have to take me here." You looked around, a little worried about how expensive this place was.

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to."

"What's the occasion?" You asked, not really sure how to ask the question of what now? Where do we go with this? You watch as he takes a sip of his wine before he takes another look at you and licks his lips.

"You."

"What about me?"'

"I'm just happy we got to do this. And uh, I know our situation isn't the best but I want to reassure you that this is where I wanna be."

"But--" He already knew what you were going to say. You looked at this left hand, noticing that he hadn't worn his ring in such a long time. You don't even remember the last time you've seen it.

"When we get back, I'm going to break things off with Grace." He flatly says. "Look, I-I-" He paused and sighed. "First and foremost, me and Grace just haven't worked out for awhile so this is what I have to do for myself, regardless of our situation." He asks for your hand across the table, which you gladly give. You watch as he gently caresses the top of your hand with his thumb before looking back up at him. "I'm in love with you, Y/N. And I know where I wanna be. I wanna do this with you. But you know I would never force you into something that you don't want, or aren't comfortable with." You knew what he was hinting at. You knew he was talking about Jungkook, but he didn't know how to straight up ask you what your plans were with him. This was all new to him.

"I want this with you too." Is all you respond with, because it is true. You've wanted this for awhile, no matter how many times you've tried to push it aside and suppress your feelings. No matter how many times you've promised yourself and Ryujin you'd keep your distance. Jin was what you wanted. He brought your hand up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the top before gently caressing it once more. The food arrived, the waitress placing the plates down in front of you two. The rest of dinner is a little quieter, you and Jin chiming in every now and then about the food or about plans for the upcoming week, how his conference was, etc.

The last stop was the Griffith Observatory, both you and Jin just wanting to be in each other's presence while looking at the view of Los Angeles in the night time. You were just happy, honestly. Both of you. You didn't think it could get to this point, yet here you were. You didn't have to hide anymore, nor did you have to suppress those feelings. You could just welcome it.

And so tonight is the last night until the next time that you could be in his arms, cuddling and taking in his warmth. You couldn't wait until you could do this again. You both got ready for bed, turned off the lights and cuddled in the dark, the only lights coming in were from the city lights outside. Jin held you closely as part of your body rested on his. His hand caressed your back, drawing small circles every now and then while you kissed him slowly and passionately. It didn't escalate into anything more no matter how deep or intense the kisses became, because all you wanted was to kiss him, take him in. Be in his arms.

Be still.

The next morning comes quick and you really don't wanna fly back home. The flight is only a quick hour back, Jin holding your hand the entire time and pulling you close every moment he could get. Jin has his car parked in the airport lot, which is only a tram ride over and a few steps out of the station. He held your hand as he threw your duffle on the top of his luggage and pushed both belongings towards his car.

"Seokjin." You both pull your gaze from each other towards the cars ahead.

Grace.

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oikawaplssteponme · 4 years ago

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The Apartment: part 5

▪️for parts 1-4, click here

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem! reader

rating/warnings: swearing, angst (?)

synopsis: You knew that living with your three best friends, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Bokuto, would be a wild ride. It’s never a dull moment with those three. Let’s just hope you can keep your huge crush on Kuroo a secret when he is only a room away.

a/n: hi friends✨i hope you all are doing well:)) just a friendly reminder to eat something today and stay hydrated 💕 as always, my inbox is open for anything and everything so feel free to reach out:) and the taglist for this fic is still open if you’d like to join✨ okay, enjoy xx

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Five: best friends

“Okay do you have all your bags?” You asked. Bokuto nodded, holding a backpack and small suitcase.

“Yes Y/N.”

“And your phone? And your pillow, because I know you hate hotel ones. And-“

“Y/N calm down you’re going into ’mom mode’,” said Kuroo. You rolled your eyes.

“I just wanna make sure he has a good trip.”

“Akaashi will take care of him, don't worry,” smiled Kuroo.

“Do you not want me to have a good trip?” pouted Oikawa. You put your arm around him and smiled.

“Oikawa, I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t come back.” You joked.

“I fucking hate you,” he growled, pushing you away. You laughed and ruffled his hair.

“I love you both okay, now get out of here, Iwa and Akaashi are probably already outside,” you smiled. The four of you gathered for a group hug. Oikawa was off to his mini getaway with Iwa and Bokuto was joining Akaashi for his writers conference. The apartment would be just you and Kuroo.

“Hey, Y/N,” called Bokuto. He pulled you aside and whispered something in your ear.

“Remember what I told you.”

You sighed, remembering well what Bokuto had told you those days ago. You nodded.

“Farewell my lovely apartment! You two better not burn the place down while I’m gone,” said Oikawa.

“No promises,” smiled Kuroo. He pushed Oikawa out the door as Bokuto followed.

“Bye you two, we love you!” You cheered. Kuroo shut the door behind Oikawa and Bokuto, leaving you alone with him.

“You act like they’re never coming back,” laughed Kuroo.

“Not my fault I’ll miss them. I don’t remember the last time I went more than a week without them,” you explained. Kuroo nodded.

“Wanna grab some food after class?” Asked Kuroo. Your face felt warm.

“Uh yeah that sounds good.” You and Kuroo both had a lecture together today for your marketing course.

“Just give me 10 minutes and we can head to class,” you said. Kuroo nodded. You went inside your room and saw that Oikawa had left something on your bed. You picked it up and it read: “I suggest you use this before it expires”. You turned the card over, and saw that it was a coupon for 10% off a purchase at Party City. You groaned and threw the card away.

“Dickhead,” you mumbled.

“Who, me?” said Kuroo. You jumped.

“Kuroo oh my god you have to stop sneaking up on me like that,” you ordered. Kuroo laughed and sat down on your bed.

“Hurry up I don’t wanna be late.” You sighed and grabbed your jacket and shoes from your closet and slipped them on.

“Fine then let’s go.”

You and Kuroo walked a couple blocks to campus. Your lecture hall wasn’t too far away.

“A 3 hour lecture never gets easier,” you sighed. Kuroo patted your shoulder.

“Come on Y/N, don’t you just love getting all that knowledge thrown at you.” You rolled your eyes.

“Marketing is boring, even a nerd like you could agree,” you joked.

“Okay fair,” smiled Kuroo. The two of you reached the lecture hall and took a seat next to each other.

“Hi Kuroo! Mind if I sit here?” a voice said. You turned to see a girl standing next to Kuroo.

“Oh Calie, hi, yeah sure,” said Kuroo. The girl joyfully sat down next to Kuroo, causing you to clench your fists.

“Uh Calie, this is my friend Y/N, Y/N this is Calie, we have organic chemistry together,” explained Kuroo. The girl flashed you a dazzling smile. Great, she's pretty and smart. You shook her hand firmly.

“Wait aren’t you guys roommates too? That must be so fun living with someone like Kuroo,” giggled Calie. You gave her a sarcastic smile. I already hate this bitch.

“Yeah we’ve been friends forever so I definitely get my fair share of Kuroo.”

“Well you’re probably so sick of him, mind if I borrow him after the lecture?” She asked. Calie wrapped her hand around Kuroo’s bicep. You had to stop yourself from beating the shit out of her.

“Well actually-“ you began.

“Sure that sounds fun. You don’t mind right, Y/N?” said Kuroo. Is he being serious right now?

“So I’m supposed to grab dinner by myself?” You whispered, without thinking. Kuroo’s eyes widened. Calie gasped.

“You can come with us! I’d hate to leave you all alone,” She smiled.

“Yeah come with us,” said Kuroo.

“No no it’s fine, you two have fun. I’d rather be alone anyway,” you muttered. Before Kuroo could reply, your professor had walked in and began his lecture.

Your lecture felt longer than normal. Probably because all you could focus on was Calie’s giggles as she whispered with Kuroo throughout the whole 3 hours. Kuroo was always good with the ladies. His confident nature caused girls to be drawn towards him. Yes, you liked him too but you liked all of him, not just the surface level of Kuroo.

You tried to contain your annoyance with Calie and Kuroo. It was obvious she was flirting with him.

“See you next week,” said your professor as he wrapped up his lecture. You got up from your seat and began packing up your things. You didn’t look at Kuroo and headed right out the door.

You began walking back to your apartment when you heard Kuroo call after you.

“Wait Y/N-chan!” You turned around to face him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to hang with me and Calie? She’s really nice once you get to know her,” he said. You almost rolled your eyes.

“No it’s fine. I promised I’d FaceTime Oikawa now anyway,” you lied. Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Well if you say so. I’ll grab dinner with you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah sure. Make sure you have your key to the apartment or else I’m locking you out,” you said. Kuroo laughed and nodded.

“Bye Y/N!” cheered Calie. You gave her a wave and watched as Kuroo ran back towards her.

You walked back to your apartment, upset. Kuroo had every right to hang out with other girls but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It was just another reminder that Kuroo might not share the same feelings as you.

The apartment felt weird being so empty. All dark and quiet. You threw your keys on the counter and plopped onto the couch. You checked your phone and saw a plethora of texts from Oikawa.

i've been in the car FOREVER -sent 5:35pm

my legs are cramping -sent 5:40pm

do you think if i asked Iwa to stop for a bathroom break he would be mad? -sent 5:41pm

bc we just stopped 30 minutes ago and i said i didn’t need to go -sent 5:43pm

but now i do -sent 5:47pm

update: he stopped for me🤩 -sent 6:01pm

y/n answer me -sent 6:37pm

im bored -sent 6:38pm

you better be buying that maid costume -sent 6:40pm

that coupon expires soon -sent 6:41pm

btw bokuto forgot his pillow but he told me not to tell you -sent 6:52pm

oops -sent 6:52pm

wyd -sent 7:03pm

You laughed at your phone. Good to see you weren’t the only one missing your friends.

well im currently sitting alone in the apartment as kuroo ditched me for some girl -sent 7:15pm

HE DID WHAT -sent 7:18pm

maybe im being dramatic but he’s kinda on a date with some girl from his organic chemistry class -sent 7:19pm

i bet she’s ugly -sent 7:19pm

no she’s gorgeous -sent 7:20pm

fuck

well

im gonna beat his ass

how dare he -sent 7:20pm

it’s fine

maybe it’s better im alone rn anyway

gives me time to get over him -sent 7:21pm

come on hun

don’t say that

don’t give up -sent 7:25pm

idk toru

i feel like it’s never gonna happen

especially when he could have someone like her -sent 7:27pm

bokuto said it best: kuroo would be stupid not to like you -sent 7:28pm

i guess he’s stupid then -sent 7:30pm

:(((

okay Iwa and I got to our hotel but I’ll talk to you later okay love? -sent 7:33pm

okay

bye shittykawa -sent 7:34pm

why do you hurt me? -sent 7:35

You set your phone down and checked in the kitchen for anything worth eating. You weren’t in the mood to go out anymore.

Rice. We have rice. Well, rice it is.

You took out the rice cooker and began to prepare your sad dinner.

Why didn’t I just go with them?

As the rice cooked, you sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. You put on ‘Gilmore Girls’, wishing your friends were there to watch it with you.

It was late. Close to 11pm. Kuroo still wasn’t home. You laid on the couch, basking in your loneliness. A little dramatic yes but you hated being without your friends. It was a weird concept that they had friends beside you.

You heard keys jingle outside the door and you felt a wave of comfort come over you, knowing it had to be Kuroo. You got up from the couch and peaked at the door.

“I was starting to wonder what happened to you…” your voice trailed off when you saw that Kuroo wasn’t alone.

“Hey Y/N! Oh my gosh your apartment is so cute!” said Calie. Your jaw dropped and you looked over at Kuroo.

Your expression had to be screaming: “are you fucking kidding me right now!?”

“Oh uh thanks,” you muttered.

“Is it cool if Calie stays for a bit? Her roommates are having people over and she doesn’t know them too well,” explained Kuroo. Hmm I wonder what that’s like.

“You don’t have to ask me, it’s your apartment too,” you said plainly. Kuroo raised a brow.

“Just checking…”

Calie walked around your small apartment, admiring all the decorations that you had up.

“Aw isn’t this the cutest photo!” She said. She picked up a picture of you and Kuroo. It was when you had gotten dressed up together to take graduation pictures. Your smile was the brightest it’s ever been. Holding your diploma as Kuroo wrapped his arm around you. In the background of the photo you could see a faint image of Oikawa and Bokuto.

“Yeah I love that picture,” Kuroo smiled. Kuroo took the photo from Calie’s hand and looked at it.

“Best friends, right?” He looked at you. Your heart sank.

“Yup, best friends,” you whispered with a dull smile. Kuroo smiled and showed Calie to his room. You tried not to react. You walked over to your room, locked the door, and curled up onto your bed.

Is best friends all we are ever gonna be?

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years ago

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Different but the Same (pt. 8)

tw: chaos?, insecurities, discussion of My Hero Academia (spoilers for season 4)

Word count: 2.9k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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ch. 8: Tokyo - Day One

“Name-san.”

“Huh?” Her eyes pried open as she shifted uncomfortably. She had been slumped against Ushijima.

“We have arrived.”

A yawn interrupted her as she sat up. “Sorry,” another yawn, “Ushijima-san.”

“It’s okay. We need to get off the bus now.”

“Right!” She shook her head, standing up and stretching. The bus ride to Tokyo had been long. Despite leaving mid-day and beginning the trip in a rowdy manner, most people had also succumbed to sleep and were just waking up.

“Sleep well, princess?” Semi teased from behind her, leaning over to ruffle her hair. She playfully nipped at his fingers, pushing his hand off her head.

“Of course, I had the best pillow,” she replied, nudging Ushijima. They disembarked, the Omega helping lead the efforts to unload the luggage while Coach Washijo and Saito left to go check into the hotel.

“Omega!” Coach Washijo called from the entrance.

“Duty calls,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “Can you make sure they finish unloading, Ushijima-san?”

“Of course.”

The Omega walked towards the coaches who handed her a clipboard with room assignments and keys. “Pass these out to the boys,” Washijo ordered before he picked up his own bags to shuffle to his own room.

“After everyone is settled, they will be able to go explore Tokyo,” Saito explained. “They know their food budgets, but remind them to keep their receipts. Hotel curfew will be at 10 PM. They must be in their own rooms by midnight at the very latest. Wake-up calls will begin at 6 AM.” Saito shrugged. “Washijo would prefer if they were in their rooms by hotel curfew, but they should be allowed to have some fun.” He smiled. “Take care of them, okay?”

She nodded, flicking through the papers. “Thank you, Coach. What will you be doing?”

Saito grinned mischievously, “I’ll be meeting up with some of the coaches and we’ll be out late.” He pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell anyone.”

The Omega giggled. “Your secret is safe with me, Coach.” She walked back out to the bus where the boys were loitering around. “Alright boys!” She called, waving them to her. After relaying the important information to the boys, they all split off into their room groupings. (Name) glanced back up at the hotel once again, letting out a low whistle. Of course a powerhouse school like Shiratorizawa could afford such a fancy hotel.

“Let me carry that.” Ushijima scooped up her luggage, carrying it towards the hotel for her. She blinked, shock temporarily holding her in place. After realizing what had just happened, she ran after him.

“Wait! You don’t have to do that!” She called. Ushijima stood by the elevator, waiting for it to arrive. Semi and Tendou were with him.

“It’s not a bother.”

“That’s not it,” she scowled. “I’m not even on the same floor as you guys.” She had been placed on a separate floor in order to provide her some space from the team.

“All we’re doing is dropping stuff off, right?” Tendou interjected, shrugging. “So we can go to your floor, then ours, then out to dinner!” He grinned. The elevator dinged, opening up for them.

(Name) rolled her eyes, sulking in the corner. There was no sense in arguing with Ushijima, let alone three Alphas. “Alright fine.”

****

The Omega sighed loudly as she collapsed onto her bed. (Name) had to admit, she was having a lot of fun with the pack. Considering the issues between Seijoh and Shiratorizawa, she had anticipated more conflict involving her and her loyalties but everyone had been genuinely considerate and inclusive. Of course, the pack was almost as chaotic as Seijoh, if not more.

“(Name)-san! Sit next to me!” Goshiki bounced, patting at the empty seat beside him. The Omega laughed, slipping into the seat. Semi took the seat beside her. Ushijima stood, eyes flashing before he took the seat directly across from her. Tendou sat facing Goshiki and Hayato was across from Semi. The team had decided to eat at a local monja shop, but due to the sheer size of their group, had been split up into separate groups.

“Man, the food smells so good!” Hayato praised, practically drooling as he sniffed the air.

“It is highly-rated on Welp,” Semi commented, eyes scanning the menu. The Omega glanced around, ensuring that everyone was comfortably seated. Their table quickly placed their orders, leading room for discussion.

“Bakugou deserves to be number one hero!” Tendou argued, hands gesturing in eccentric flourishes. The other boys rolled their eyes, not really following along with the conversation. They were well used to Tendou’s random anime rants.

“He works hard, but he needs to fix his attitude,” the Omega replied, eyes on her menu. “But Mirio definitely deserved One for All.”

“Yes!” Tendou screeched, causing heads to fly up and look at their table.

“Tendou, calm down,” Semi scowled. “Don’t get us kicked out.”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” Tendou grinned, throwing his hands up with a flourish only to knock the tray out of the waiter’s hands. He blanched. “I’m so sorry.”

(Name) face-palmed. “I’m going to go check on the others,” she muttered, standing up and walking away from the table. She approached the table with Taichi and Shirabu, looking for refuge while Tendou scrambled to help clean up the mess that he had made. There, she found Shirabu and Taichi arguing about something and due to their distraction, led to their monja burning. After scolding them, she assigned Reon to be in charge of their table. Of course, once she got back to the ‘mature’ table, she had found Tendou mixing all of the ingredients for all of the different monja types to create a behemoth that ended up burnt at the bottom and undercooked at the top. By that point, she decided to ban Tendou from touching anything and only allowed Semi, Ushijima, and herself to take care of it. Hayato was assigned to monitor Tendou, who had moved on to teasing Goshiki.

She rolled onto her side, looking at her phone. It wasn’t often that she and Iwaizumi were separated, so it felt weird to be alone in her room. (Name) let out a soft sigh. At least it would only be for a few days. She sniffed her over-sized shirt, comforted by the familiar pine scent that clung to it.

Just as she was about to unlock it, a video-call came in. She sat up, excited. “Hello?”

“Hey love.” Iwaizumi was laying in their bed, propped up against the headboard as he looked down at his laptop.

“Haji!” Her grin was massive. He let out a soft chuckle, smiling at the sight.

“How are you doing baby?”

She fell back onto the bed, all stress and tension releasing from her body. “I’m okay. We just got back from dinner.” He hummed in response. “How are things back home?”

“Not bad,” he replied, shifting the laptop to get more comfortable. A pause. “I miss you.”

His hoarse whisper caused sadness to bubble up. “I miss you too,” she admitted, fiddling with a loose thread on the blanket. “I don’t know how I’m going to sleep without you beside me.”

Iwaizumi chuckled, looking around their bedroom. “Me too babe.” They remained quiet for a moment. She just enjoyed being able to hear his breathing and to see his face. He cleared his throat, “what time do you have to be up tomorrow?”

“6. You?”

“The usual.” Iwaizumi and Omega typically got up at 5. While Iwaizumi was on his morning run, (Name) would prepare breakfast and lunch. Later that evening, the Alpha would make dinner. “I should let you go get some rest. I’m sure you’re tired after all that travel.”

She pouted slightly, “but I wanna talk to you longer.”

“You’re such a cheese-ball, you know that?” He chuckled. “It’s okay babe. The sooner you’re finished with your trip, the sooner you’ll be in my arms again.” He glanced at the time. “I’ll meet you on-campus once you get back, okay?”

“Okay,” she sulked. “I love you.”

“I love you too babe.” She kissed her fingers before placing it onto the camera. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes before indulging her and doing the same. “Good night, sweet dreams.”

“Only if you’re in them,” she chirped. “Good night Haji.” The phone chimed as the call ended. She sighed, letting her phone slip from her fingers as she threw an arm over her eyes. Just as she was about to doze off, a knock at her door shook her away. (Name) stood up, tugging on a pair of sweats. She’d just been in one of Iwaizumi’s shirts and her panties. Her brow furrowed as she opened the door. “Can I help you?”

“Come hangout! The night is still young.”

Her face scrunched up. “Do you never run out of energy?”

“Nope!” He grinned, tugging on her hand. “C’mon, Omega-chan. We rarely ever get a chance to hangout.”

(Name) glanced at her phone. There were still a few hours before curfew. Pinching her nose, she sighed. “Alright, I’ll hang-out for a bit. But I most definitely need to sleep early today, okay?”

“That’s fine!”

She held her pinky up to him. “Promise me you won’t try to convince me to stay later than I want to.”

“I swear!”

****

Sleeping early ended up being a lie. It was already past midnight by the time she realized how late it was getting. “Tendou!” She shrieked, throwing her cards down. “I should already be in my room!”

Tendou cackled, looking up at the panicked Omega. “It’s fine (Name). You’re already here, you might as well stay longer.”

She crossed her arms, pouting. “I’m going to get in trouble with Washijo.” She shivered. The males grimaced. The last thing anyone wanted was to get in trouble with Washijo, who already had a gripe with the Omega.

“Just a little longer,” Tendou pleaded, kneeling with his lip jutting out as he clasped his hands together. She looked around the room. Semi just shrugged when she met his eyes, and Ushijima had a stoic expression.

“If I get in trouble, I’m blaming you guys,” she scowled, folding her arms.

“Well, I’m going to head back to my room. Don’t stay up too late,” Semi smiled, ruffling her hair as he stood up.

“Semi-Semi is no fun,” Tendou complained, crossing his arms before Semi gave a final wave good night and walked towards the door.

“How come Semi can leave and I can’t?”

“Because we like you.” Tendou fired back, smirking.

“I heard that!” Semi warned, scowling before he shut the door behind him.

Luckily, Tendou’s energy burnt out soon enough. Within an hour, he was snoring gently into the Omega’s lap as he curled into her warmth. Ushijima sat beside her, looking down between his friend and her. “Are you comfortable?”

She hummed, brushing red locks away from Tendou’s face. It relaxed under her touch, and he wriggled closer to the gentle caress. “I don’t mind,” she breathed, eyes twinkling with affection as she watched the middle-blocker. “He looks happy.” They remained in silence a moment longer. Ushijima took the time to scan the Omega, noting the small details on her face. The way the light caught her eyes, how her hair draped her face. “I’m sorry.”

Ushijima blinked. “What for?”

“For keeping you up.” Her eyes caught his as she sent him an apologetic look. “I’m sure you’d already be asleep if it weren’t for me.”

“I don’t mind. I like your company.” Ushijima shifted closer to her, their shoulders pressing together. Tendou shifted in his sleep, a soft sigh leaving his lips as his fingers wrapped around the Omega’s wrist. She lets his fingers slide down and slot themselves behind her fingers, watching silently. “Is that uncomfortable for you?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m used to it by now.”

“Used to it?”

“Mmhm.” Tendou squeezed her hand slightly, pulling it close to his chest. “The Seijoh pack is really physically affectionate.” Ushijima remained silent, a spark of irritation flickering internally. He knew they had history. He knew their packs were different. But still, why? Why did it make him so uncomfortable to think about? His thoughts were interrupted when her head fell on his shoulder. He lurched slightly, head swiveling to look down at her.

Ushijima shifted slightly, making it more comfortable for her to rest on him. The silence was deafening. He searched for words, anything to distract from the steady rise and fall of her chest. “Do you like it here, (Name)-san?” Silently he added ‘with me’. She tilted her face up, hair cascading off of her face.

“With Shiratorizawa?” Ushijima nodded. (Name) offered him a soft smile. “Of course. You’ve all been so kind to me, and I appreciate everyone’s efforts to include me in pack activities.” He gave her another stiff nod in response, his eyes shifting back to Tendou as she tilted her face slightly to look up at the Alpha. “Ushijima-san?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For inviting me to be your manager. I’m having a really nice time.” She shifted, leaning more of her weight against his chest. (Name) hesitated. “It’s...been really nice getting to know you.”

“I appreciate you and all of the work you’ve done so far.” Their breathing synced up. His hand slowly moved up, wrapping around her shoulder and carding through her locks. Her eyes closed at the comforting sensation, nuzzling into the caress. “I’m grateful for the opportunity to get to know you.” They sat in silence a moment longer. He ached; he felt like he barely knew her. Rarely had he ever felt odd about something like that, but the almost suffocating silence clung to them too often when they were alone together. Ushijima swallowed, searching for words to fill the stagnating air. “What do you plan on doing after you graduate?”

She hummed, a hand still stroking through the red locks. “I plan on going to university. Maybe Tohoku? Or University of Tokyo. Whichever I can get into.”

“What do you want to study?”

“Haven’t really decided yet. I’ll probably end up doing business or something.”

Ushijima’s brow furrowed. “You don’t know?” Ever since he was a child, he had a dream of playing volleyball professionally. Not having a dream or ambition felt odd to him.

She let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, weird right?” She gave him a half-hearted smile. “I haven’t really had a chance to think about my future. I’ve always thought about being a stay-at-home mom, but I don’t think I’d be happy staying at home like that.”

“Why not?”

(Name) shifted, Ushijima’s arm falling off her shoulder to land loosely around her waist. “I’m used to being out and about as a manager. Taking care of people, y’know? If anything, I’d probably be happier being involved in sports still.”

“You can always be a team manager,” he offered. ‘You could always be my team manager.’

She chuckled, “maybe.”

Silence fell onto the couple. Ushijima’s fingers brushed against her soft skin, sending a warmth rippling through his body. He nosed her head, breathing in her gentle scent. He remained silent, letting her presence envelope him with the warmth of a summer sun. The spell broke as Tendou let out a groan, rubbing his eyes with both hands while still holding the Omega’s hand.

“What time is it?” Tendou slurred, sitting up and burying his face into the Omega’s shoulder.

(Name) giggled, rubbing his back soothingly. “It’s after 2, Tendou. I think it’s time for bed.” Her arms slipped under his armpits, scooping him up. He warbled in distress, clambering onto unsteady feet. The red-head slumped onto her, letting her guide him to his bed. She pulled the sheets back, letting Tendou slip off her shoulder under the covers. The male face-planted, and the Omega tucked him into the blanket, rolling him over so his face wasn’t pressed against the pillow. She brushed his vermillion hair away from his forehead, leaving a gentle kiss onto it. “Good night, Tendou. Sweet dreams.” He muttered a sleepy ‘good night’, dragging her hand down to his face so he could brush his lips against her knuckles. (Name) pulled away, grabbing her coat. “I should head back to my room now.”

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t-”

“I’ll walk you.”

She paused before smiling at Ushijima. “Okay.”

“Give me a moment.” (Name) walked to the door, waiting patiently for Ushijima. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, before coming back with a clean, wrapped lunchbox. Ushijima handed it to her, bowing. “Thank you for the curry. It was delicious.”

She took it back, beaming. “When did you even have a chance to eat it?”

He opened the door, a hand on the small of her back as he escorted her down the hall. “When you were sleeping.”

The Omega grimaced. “I hope I didn’t cause you too much trouble when I did that.” They waited for the elevator to slide open.

“I don’t mind. Not when it’s you.” Her eyes focused on the wrap, playing with the end of it as a boiling flush overtook her soft features. They stepped out, making their way to her door. She opened it, stepping in. “Good night, (Name)-san. I hope you sleep well.”

He nodded, spinning on his heel to make his way down the hall. “Ushijima-san?” She called in a soft whisper, poking her head out of the door.

Ushijima turned back, looking at her. “Yes?”

“You can call me (Name), I don’t mind.”

He hesitated before giving her a stiff nod. “Alright then, (Name).”

She smiled. “Good night Ushijima-san. Sweet dreams.”

FUN FACTS

💟 (Name) had started out sleeping on the window, but due to the bumpy nature of the ride, Ushijima had pulled her against him to protect her head

💟 Prior to (Name) becoming a manager, the Shiratorizawa pack didn’t go out much because they couldn’t be trusted to control themselves

💟 The last time Iwaizumi and (Name) had been separated for an extended period of time, she’d almost ended up in Omega depression. Oikawa and the other third-years had to sleep-over with her every night until Iwaizumi had returned from his trip

💟 Tendou had consumed three of the hotel’s complimentary espresso shots right after dinner

💟 Semi almost broke Tendou’s nose one time when he didn’t get enough sleep. Since then, there was a universal agreement to let Semi sleep whenever he wanted to

💟 The Shiratorizawa pack wasn’t very physically affectionate, and it would make (Name) miss the Seijoh pack even more. Tendou was the only one who noticed and would take the extra step to be more physically interactive with her

💟 Ushijima normally doesn’t mind when there’s silence or when there’s one person dominating the conversation. But he gets very uncomfortable when it’s a silence involving him and (Name)

💟 Though (Name) had been around Seijoh for so long, she wasn’t considered a manager. The Shiratorizawa pack had been so inviting that she feels at home with them

💟 Secretly, (Name) wasn’t sure if she could handle dealing with another pack of volleyball idiots

💟 Out of all of the Shiratorizawa third-years, (Name) was the most protective and mothering of Tendou

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deakydeaky · 4 years ago

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HC of you meeting of of the boys(preferably Ben or Joe) before COVID and when it hit you stayed with them because you were far from home. Is this too much? Btw I love your posts and just want you to post more again 💀

How it started:

You were traveling around a lot before it was finally after the holidays

You were in New York, staying in a hotel when the news about COVID was getting big

In your final days you were going to a shop everyday, just to grab what you needed for the day

That’s when you ran into Joe. You knew you knew him from somewhere but didn’t say anything until you saw him there the next day

“Are you stalking me?” You would ask as you grabbed a bag of chips. He would let out a loud laugh as he looked at you

“Yeah actually, what gave it away?” People sworned around them.” This is crazy huh?”

“Yeah, I gotta get home soon if this keeps up.”

“Or stay in New York? Maybe run into each other before we turn into zombies?” He joked. “Totally.” You would agree and leave it at that

You two saw each other a few more times and gave flirty smiles through out the week and some small talk. He told him about his place and you talked about where you lived

A few days later when you realized that things weren’t going to get better you packed your bags. You first stopped at the shop to grab a few things because you didn’t know what the airport could be like

When you walked in, you saw Joe with a big shopping cart

“Oh my god, I totally started the zombie apocalypse.” Joe said when he saw you

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” You told him as you walked down the isle

“Are you going to be comfortable staying in a hotel?” You would give him a weird look. “I’m heading to the airport.” You told him with a laugh. “All of the airports shut down. No flights anywhere right now.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” You would start to call every hotel as Joe was checking out. Everything seemed to be booked or they were taking anyone new. How caught you outside as you stood by the cab, calling places

“You okay?”

“Everything is booked, Damnit!” Joe would hate to see it. “S-stay with me.” You gave him a look. “You could be a murderer.” You told him before he laughed. “I’m not and I’m serious. You can’t be on the streets right now and I have another room. And I think I have more reason to be worried, get in the cab crazy.”

You stayed in the guest bedroom, and even alone you felt awkward. You thought you should just try to call someone willing to drive all of the way to get you but you couldn’t ask anyone to do that and you didn’t think they would

The next morning you woke up to him pouring coffee. As he gave it to you and started small talk you stopped him.

“Stop. This is super nice but weird. I will call someone and leave. I- I think I should leave but this is great. If you start a bed and breakfast I will def give a good Yelp review.” He would laugh at you.

“Please don’t. Just stay until something opens up and you can safely be on a flight or a hotel. It could be fun. You could tel you kids about it one day or something. I swear I’m not a creep and I really would feel bad if I left you ok your own.”

Staying:

You called your family and told them you were staying with a friend and to not worry

It was awkward at first because either of you knew how to be comfortable with the other but it got better

Making breakfast for each other, being a good house guest, watching a few movies together a week, all around stuff

After two weeks of being in a house together, you thought it time to know each other and started to cook dinner. But horriblely messed up and Joe called his mom for cooking tips

“Mom I’m not joking, no she didn’t add water.” You blushed heavily as he talked to her. He ended up cooking for you which made you feel even worse

“Why were you cooking anyways?” He questioned. “I wanted to be something nice. We’ve been in the same house now for two weeks straight and I don’t know you. You could still be a murderer.”

“I’m an actor actually, pretty sure you knew that. I’m a Virgo, I play bass-“

“And you like long walks on the beach? Real stuff Joe! Also, I guessed Virgo, your earth sign energy is crazy, what’s your moon?”

“I- I don’t know. Ask me something then, anything.”

“Do you like coffee?”

“You crossed the line.” He told you, making you both laugh

Through out quarantine:

Going through 2020 together was the most chaotic thing that happens to you

Watching just about every show on Netflix

Everyday something worse happens you two take a shot and then put a tally on a peice of paper

Having 2020 bingo cards, literally

Ordering a lot of games to pass time

Making bets about what next month will hold

Getting to know Joe in weird ways

Having to explain to where you work that you’re now working from New York

Joe being the most chill person, even with the things that are happening

Him trying to make the days better

Joking about separation anxiety with each other but lowkey if one of you goes to the store for too long the other ones is worried

“What day is it?”

“Thursday.” Joe would question everything he’s done all week but can’t remember a single thing

Becoming rather close and very chaotic

“This is everything we need to do after it’s over.” You would tell him

“An aquarium?”

“Well it’s that or we could get high and watch Jaws, your choice.”

“I’m glad we aren’t those people that go on walks and zoom with their families, that’d make us seem way to normal.”

Trying your best to pass the time, April and May being the worse

Getting a lot of little arguments

“You called me a child when I bought them, and then you took HALF!” You would yell

“You’re fighting with me about this?”

“Yes because you made fun of me. You either get more or we fist fight.”

Neither of you know how to shop for food in the beginning because everything was being taken from the shelves

“You bought two packs of energy drinks?”

“Everyone was taking the water and soda, I had to act fast.”

Catching yourself falling for him

How could you not? He took you in, cooks dinner, helps ease your pandemic anxiety

Him being the biggest goof

“Joe, it’s 1am, I’m not making a fort with you.”

“Why not?”

When the summer came you two held out hope for better things to come but they just seemed worse

Meeting the boys over zoom

“Sorry, we’ve all been really surprised when we heard the story. It’s very Joe but we were scared some weird things would happen.”

“Yeah, I don’t watch him sleep or anything like that.”

“Really? I’m a beautiful sleeper.”

Making him tea

Hearing him over sing in the shower

After the summer with numbers rising again, going home seemed like a dream

You didn’t want to risk your family getting sick but staying with Joe more seemed too much

Wishing you had met at another time because it seemed too weird to make a move. You were getting almost a middle school feeling crush. This ended up in a debate with yourself, talking about pros and cons and leaving and all of the things you have wanted to say since March

“You can do this. You are a strong woman, you are to the point and the worst thing he could say is no and that’s okay, you’re still that bitch.”

“Who’s saying no?” Joe asked you as he came in

“No one, maybe you, I don’t know, wanna watch a movie?” Joe would look at you as you stood awkwardly.” Don’t look at me like that.”

“What’s happening right now.”

“I’m sorry, it’s not you. It is but it’s like your fault but I also have some blaming but you did it.” Joe would nod his head, trying to make sense of anything that was happening.” I have developed, a sorry of, very tiny and minor, crush. That I’m sure it just because another man hasn’t looked at me since March but at the same time I think it’s because you’re a really great person and now I’ve made this awkward and we won’t talk about it ever again.”

“A crush?” “I just said we won’t talk about it.”

It worked out because he ended up liking you back but it was definitely weird for a little

You two felt more in the way or each other than living together

But after a few weeks you two realized how weird you were being and figured out it was nothing

“Trump got COVID.” “Shots?” “Yep!”

As you two were drinking you looked at each other and laughed, spitting the drinks everywhere.

“Wanna order in? Act like this week didn’t happen?”

“Yeah.”

Felt like you were living out a literal movie

Making the best of 2020 although it was weird

Dating:

The same as before but now it’s this new part of Joe

He’s more romantic but still funny and himself

Having “date nights” once a week. That just meant he would light candles and turn the lights out and pretend it was a fancy restaurant

Finding out a lot about each other

Him telling his family about you and how it’s been with you. Making you freak out a lot on the inside

The boys all telling him they were calling it

“You can’t just threaten to lock yourself in the bathroom just because I said I didn’t want pasta tonight.”

“Watch me!”

Still tiny agruments but nothing serious, ever

“It doesn’t matter why! He just did!”

“Then where did the hammer go when he left! He took it with him but when he came back old all he had was the shield!”

Planning out where you two would travel next

You two having the weirdest comfort level with each other

Talking about what would have happened between you two of the pandemic didn’t happen

Game nights becoming twice as better now that you’re both more comfortable with each other

Making both of your guys friends join a zoom to play with

Flipping coins to see who makes dinner

Whenever you don’t eat what he makes he always threatens to never cook again

“Have peanut butter and jelly everyday, I don’t care. You’re missing a real Italian man right now!” He said, coping an accent

Coping each other all of the time just to see what the other one will do

Having the most fun you’ve ever had with him, even with you two stuck in a house

Realizing the a pandemic made you find the love of your life

#Joe mazzello #joe mazzello headcannon #joe mazzello headcanon #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader

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wonglix · 4 years ago

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➺ 𝟒𝟖 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

⤷ y/n x bestfriend!jisung; f2l!au

⤷ jisung knew that you two couldn’t actually run away. that doesn’t mean that he won’t take you up on your offer when you call him crying, begging to leave with you. even if it’s just for a few hours, he’ll take any chance he gets to run from the energy-draining lifes you two are living

⤷ angst, fluff

⤷ 2.9k words

03:21 AM - 0 hours on the run

jisung's woken up by the excessive ringing of his phone, grumbling quietly to himself while feeling around for his phone on his bedside table. he can't read whos calling him, being blinded by the bright screen. picking up he groaned out an annoyed, "what?" instead of your cheerful voice asking him to go out for some late-night snacks, he is met with excessive sobbing from the other end. sitting up, he rubs his eyes and clears his throat.

"y/n? why are you crying?" he can barely understand a word you're saying, worry building up inside him. "y/n, i know it's hard, but please calm down. i can't understand you when you're crying this much, bun. take a deep breath, yeah?" he can hear your ragged breathing and his heart hurts a bit. no matter how many times he sees or hears you crying, it pulls on his heartstrings every single time and makes him want to wrap you up in his arms and press little kisses to your face until you can't help but let out those precious giggles of yours he loves oh so much.

it took you a few minutes to calm down, jisung silently listening to your breathing and how it gradually started to become regular. "bun, tell me what's wrong now please..." he said gently, his voice helping you calm down a bit more. you took another deep breath, "it's all getting too much, sungie. i feel like i can't breathe anymore, i-....i want to leave. i don't... don't wanna be here anymore jisung." you stammered with a shaky voice. jisung's face turned into a frown when he heard how much you were struggling, his heart breaking a bit. all he wanted to do was to protect you and make sure you're happy, and hearing you so broken and small was too much for him.

"what do you want to do, y/n?" he asked softly, a sigh leaving his lips when you kept quiet for a while. "sungie...i have a favour to ask you", you mumbled. jisung nodded subconsciously, "anything, y/n. you know i'm here for you, always." hearing him talk like that was reassuring and you softly asked, "will you run away with me? not, like actually, just for a few days. i...i need space, sungie. but i don't wanna go alone, so....will you come with me? a few days, just me and you?" jisung swears he felt his heart jump. it was ridiculous, but hearing you say 'just you and me' like that was enough to make his heart rate pick up. almost instantly, he stammered, "y-yes. yes, of course, y/n. get ready, i'll pick you up soon, alright? let's run away."

04:30 AM - 1 hour on the run

you've been out and about for a little bit over an hour now. jisung has picked you up earlier; a small backpack was thrown over his shoulder and a concerned look on his face. he didn't even greet you, instantly pulling you into his arms and keeping you there for a while. you were incredibly thankful for him. he's always been the one you go to with your struggles, ever patient and ready to hold you close to him for hours on end. you know that your relationship to jisung was more than just best friends supporting each other. the line between friendship and love having been blurred a long time ago though neither of you has ever mentioned it.

you walked in silence, no real destination in mind. your hands were hands brushing against each other from time to time, jisung's fingers itching to take your hand in his. "how about we stop by a convenience store? stack up on some snacks, maybe eat something?" jisung recommended, turning to look at you. you nodded and kept walking, jisung sensing that you were still a bit off. heaving out a sigh, he reaches out, taking your hand in his. you look at your joined hands for a second, intertwining your fingers with his. jisung glanced over at you in surprise, a small smile on his lips. he was so in love with you that even holding your hand like this was making his heart race and heat travel to his face.

a little while later you were sitting inside a convenience store, each of you has picked out a few snacks you planned to take with you on your journey. jisung insisted on buying both of you some ramen, since you two needed - according to him, at least - new energy to take on the day. you knew that it was mostly jisung wanting to make sure that you were eating something, the thought making you smile while chewing on your noodles. jisung was done with his noodles earlier than you were, getting up to throw away the container. instead of coming back though he went into a different aisle, picking out a few things and walking over to the cashier. when he came back, he sat down across from you again, throwing a few of the things he just bought on the table. you looked at him with raised eyebrows, confusion apparent on your face. "some dessert for you. it's your favourite too, so you better eat it." having to bite back a smile you nod silently, going back to eating your ramen. it was then that you saw jisung in a bit of a different light, a certain spark igniting something within you that has been there for a while now.

03:10 PM - 11 hours on the run

you spent the majority of your runaway adventure up until now walking through town, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. spending time with jisung always made you feel content, whether you two were getting on each other's nerves just for the sake of it or if you were laying in your bed together, you head nuzzled in his chest while he pressed lingering kisses to the top of your head - not once has his presence made you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed. you decided to take a detour through a park, the weather luckily lovely enough for a slow walk. jisung was just about to ask you another random question when he looked over at you, only to catch you yawning. he noticed your droopy eyes and smiled a bit.

"how about we sit down for a bit? i'm tired of walking," he stops walking, gesturing at a nearby tree. "there's some shade we can sit in. i promise i'll even let you have a little snooze on my lap." he was teasing you now, the mischievous glint in his eyes making you smile. "sounds good to me." you breathed softly, the emotional exhaustion mixing with the hours of walking finally crashing down on you. jisung gently took your hand under the disguise that he was just leading you over to the tree, his nimble fingers twitching to intertwine your fingers again.

your head was in jisung's lap, his fingers absentmindedly playing with your hair. you were so tired, so exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to just sleep. it would make you feel bad though, jisung sitting there while you were happily resting on his lap. your eyelids became heavier and heavier, your view hazy and mind cloudy. jisung took notice of this, smiling down at you with the most gentle smile you've ever seen. "it's fine, bun. just sleep a bit, i'm here when you wake up. you need your rest," his voice was so incredibly sweet, and you could almost feel yourself tear up in your hazy state. pressing a comforting kiss to your forehead, he starts to stroke your cheek, quietly murmuring, "sleep baby." your heart jumped. you wanted nothing more than to sit up and finally talk about your relationship with jisung. then he started to hum softly, sleep finally taking over your body.

02:43 AM - 23 hours on the run

after your nap you went for dinner, jisung insisting on paying for the both of you. he made sure you ate enough, offering to order more food multiple times and sporting a cute pout on his lips every time you refused. after you were done eating you both just sat there for a bit, neither of you sure of what to do next. it was quiet between you, causing you to look at jisung a bit more intently than you usually would. you felt your heart speed up a bit when he looked up to catch you staring at him, a small smile playing on his lips. your eyes flickered to his lips, and for a split second, you thought about just leaning over, pressing a kiss to his lips. jisung didn't seem to notice though, his own gaze way too fixated on your lips, the same thoughts you were distracted by swirling around his brain.

after a while you decided to leave, the two of you back on the streets. you could see the exhaustion showing on jisung's face, feeling a bit guilty for making him come with you. you were in the outskirts of town by now, and there was no way for you to go back to either of your homes anytime soon. you knew that there was a hotel nearby and you made up your mind right at that exact moment. jisung looked at you with surprise when you suddenly took his hand in yours, pulling him towards the rundown hotel. "y/n?" jisung called out to you in a confused tone while you were leading the way.

stopping in front of the hotel you look at him, a tightlipped smile on your face. "i know you're tired sung, so it's probably best we stay here for the night. our only other options would be a random park bench or some grass. that wouldn't be too comfortable or safe, now would it?", your tone got a bit cheeky towards the end, making a smile creep up on jisung's face. "thank you, y/n.", the sincerity in his voice caught you a bit off guard, your cheeks heating up a bit. "don't worry sungie, i'm the one who made you come with me after all. the least i can do is to make sure you get a proper place to rest."

you decided to share a bed, the both of you sleeping next to each other more often than not. you flopped onto the bed the second you entered the room, jisung chuckling a bit while closing the door. he chucked his bag on the floor and jumped in bed next to you, his arms engulfing you almost out of instinct. you nuzzled into him and closed your eyes, exhaustion taking over your body. you were ready to just fall asleep when you heard a small, "you know that i'm in love with you, right?" jisung's voice was quiet, broken almost. you stayed silent for a while, and even though your silence only lasted for a few seconds, it felt like jisung had to wait for hours. tightly wrapping your arms around his torso, you nuzzle into his neck, placing a few soft kisses along his jaw. you could feel him tense, his heart pounding in his ears and blush spreading over his neck. "i know sungie. but it’s okay, because i'm in love with you too..", you gently whispered, lips ghosting over his neck. "but i'm pretty sure you also already knew that, right sungie?"

11:01 AM - 31 hours on the run

you were woken up by small, chaste kisses being pressed onto your face. your eyes fluttered open and you were met with a pleased jisung, a content smile on his face and an adoring sparkle swirling in his eyes. he softly murmured "good morning," while nuzzling into your neck, the few strands of his hair that were tickling you making you giggle a bit. it went quiet again, both of you just basking in the presence and warmth of each other.

"i really want to call you baby." you couldn't help but burst out into small giggles when you heard jisung's grumble, his brows furrowing and pout forming on his lips. "hey, don't laugh! i'm serious, i've been waiting for this day for years now." he whined while he hid his face in your chest, making you wrap your arms around him and pull him even closer. "sorry sungie, but you're just so cute. call me what you want, baby." the small squeak he let out at the pet name warmed your heart, a goofy smile replacing his previous frown while he looks up at you. "that sounds good, can you repeat it,...baby?"

after countless small pecks and soft giggles, endearing pet names and warm hugs, the two of you finally decided to get up and leave. once you left the hotel, you wandered around a bit, unsure of where to go next. "y/n, are you feeling a bit better?" jisung suddenly asked, his grip on your hand tightening a bit.

"yeah, i am. it's weird, but just being out of that house for a while really helped," you looked up at him and smiled a bit. before jisung could reply you started speaking again; "you coming with me helped me a lot, too. you're always there for me. i couldn't think of anyone else i'd take with me to run away...even if it's just for two days.", you chuckled a bit at the end of your sentence. "honestly? you could've asked me to run away for good and i would've probably said yes. i'm going where you're going, sweetheart." the pet name rolled off his tongue effortlessly, a warm feeling spreading in your chest.

08:49 PM - 42 hours on the run

you were sitting next to each other, your head on jisung's shoulder and one of his arms wrapped around you. you knew that you had to get back soon, and jisung agreed to at least watch the sunset with you after your relentless begging. he knew he couldn't say 'no' to you, he never could. jisung was always a bit too soft for you, hardly ever being able to refuse you anything.

"sung, can i ask you something?" you muttered softly, lightly playing with a loose string on his pants. "anything, baby." you lift your head to look at him, taking in his features that were so perfectly illuminated by the setting sun. he was truly breathtaking, and he was truly yours.

"when did you realise that you love me?" jisung lets out a thoughtful hum at your question, thinking about it for a bit. "probably when you came over to take care of me when i broke my leg a few years ago. you were so stern about me not leaving the bed, and you pampered me so much. i'm pretty sure that's when i went 'wow, i love them' for the first time." you smiled at the memory of jisung laying in his bed with a cast on his leg, him whining about how you had to cuddle with him in order to help him get better. thinking back it was always quite obvious what the two of you felt for each other, neither of you brave enough to confess, though.

"what about you?" you looked up at him, thinking about the moment he first made you realise how deeply in love you were with him. when was it, really? was it the time he came to pick you up from work in the pouring rain with an umbrella because he knows how forgetful you are? or was it the time he stayed on the phone with you for five hours, singing you to sleep because your anxiety had been acting up again? or maybe it was the time he stayed with you for four days straight, making sure you were eating and taking breaks while you were studying for your finals. you don't really know when you realised you were in love with him; perhaps because deep inside you already knew all this time.

03:59 - back home after 48 hours

you and jisung were standing in front of your house, hands intertwined. "you know you can always stay with me, right?", using his free hand to caress your face he looks at you with a mix of concern and love in his eyes. nodding slightly you leaned a bit into his touch, letting out a sigh. "i'm going to be fine, sungie. thank you for coming with me, though." the way you smiled at him made his heart swell, and before he knew it he was cupping your face, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

you both just stood in front of your house for a while, neither of you wanting to separate now that you finally had each other. lifting his hands to your lips, you press soft kisses onto his knuckles, jisung softly blushing and a shy smile on his lips. "i love you, sungie." you were so sincere, so soft and gentle and it made him want to cry. he doesn't know why, but the thought of parting ways with you now seemed almost cruel to him. he just wanted to hold you, kiss you and tell you all the mushy things he had kept to himself for the last few years. pulling his hands away from you, he immediately crushed you in a hug, taking a deep breath to really take in your scent. "i love you too, y/n. so much. please don't ever forget that."

running away for two days didn't really help your problems or make you feel like a new person. you realised something that not only changed you but also changed your life for the better, though; you loved jisung, and you were lucky enough to know that he loves you too. and maybe, just maybe, the two of you could actually run away one day, only the two of you. until then you were content with where you were, as long as he was beside you.

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Secret Love Part 9 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: I really really struggled with this chapter. I have a love/hate relationship with writing vacations and for some reason even the bedroom content was a battle. So I really hope you enjoy it because this one took some work to get everything to come together. As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Next up: days 2-? of vacation.

Warnings: oral sex

Word Count: 3,301

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Dating Cale honestly felt like the most natural thing in the world. Some days, he’d meet you for lunch between clients after finishing a workout, others he’d come over for dinner or to watch a movie. Everything just fit and immediately felt like this was how things had always been. You sometimes forgot that you’d been together less than a month.

Two weeks after Cale had surprised you with dinner, your phone buzzed with a text containing the dates for your trip to Iceland. From that moment forward, you felt like you had stepped into a whirlwind. Suddenly your life was full of things like requesting time off work, googling what an appropriate wardrobe would be, shopping for the things you needed but didn’t have. Then there was the packing, trying to fit a week and a half worth of clothes into a single suitcase and your usual carry on, making sure you didn’t forget the plug adapter for your phone or worse your passport.

They weren’t bad things, but they were out of the ordinary and you were looking forward to just being on vacation with Cale, the stress that came with vacationing put behind you.

As Cale loaded your bags into his parent’s car on a Tuesday in mid-June, you finally felt your excitement kick in. Laura and Gary were dropping the two of you at the airport so that you didn’t have to worry about parking, and as Gary drove Laura rambled on about how pleased she was that the two of you were taking this trip together and how she was certain it was exactly what the two of you needed. When Cale mouthed that she ‘didn’t know the half of it’, it took everything in you not to bust out laughing.

Assuring Laura that you would take plenty of pictures, you hugged both her and Gary before heading with Cale through the airport. After going through security, checking your luggage, and finding the proper gate, you settled into Cale’s side to wait for your flight to board. Cale had gotten an evening flight, allowing you to sleep the eight hours it took to fly across the continent. You were grateful for it now but you were certain you would be even more grateful when you landed, knowing that with the time difference you would spend 8 hours on a plane but arrive 14 hours after you had left.

Sleeping on the flight, your head resting on Cale’s shoulder, made time move quickly and before you knew it you were fastening your seatbelt for the landing at Keflavik Airport.

“We’re here.” You whispered excitedly, curious as to what was awaiting you when you stepped outside of the airport.

“Someone’s excited,” Cale said, a soft grin on his face as he grabbed your carryon for you as the two of you navigated through the airport. Collecting your luggage, you followed Cale over to a rental car desk and watched as he chatted with an agent. He signed a few papers and handed over his credit card, and soon he was handed keys, the two of you making your way out to a lot to pick up your vehicle for the trip.

“Ten days vacation with my boyfriend...you could say I’m a little excited.” You mused, stretching to kiss him after loading your bags into the trunk of the SUV. It was just after 10 am and the weather outside was brisk but comfortable. Cale kissed you back before pulling a map from his carryon bag.

“Ready to be my navigator?” He questioned, closing the trunk before moving to the passenger side, opening your door. “We’ve got an hour drive into Reykjavik and then I was thinking food…?” Cale suggested. A late breakfast/early lunch sounded wonderful and you quickly agreed, sliding into the vehicle. It took Cale a few minutes to get comfortable behind the wheel in a new country, but once he did, he dropped his hand to the center console, allowing you to lace your fingers in his as you watched the countryside pass by. It was a quiet drive, comfortable, the two of you just enjoying each other’s presence.

When you finally reached the capital city Cale found a public parking lot and the two of you ventured out on foot in search of food. Cale had clearly done his research because he led you toward the waterfront, straight to a tiny little food stand. Ordering you each a hot dog, Cale explained that it was Iceland’s national food and therefore seemed the natural choice for your first meal in the country.

“You sure just one is gonna be enough for you?” You joked, knowing that his athlete’s stomach burned through calories faster than you could ever dream.

“If I’m still hungry I’ll go back for another.” Cale simply shrugged and as the two of you settled into a picnic table with your food, you just shook your head, smiling over at him. Cale did indeed go back for another and you failed to bite back the laughter when he glared at you just a little.

“I’d rather not see what you’re like when hangry so please, eat as much as you need to.” You giggled, looking around as you waited for him to finish. This was the biggest city in the entire country but yet it didn’t feel stressful or crowded like you’d experienced in other cities. Instead, it was a place you very much wanted to spend time exploring, enjoying the chance to witness just a taste of daily life here.

When Cale finished, you disposed of your trash before heading back out onto the street. Leaning against his side, you looked up at him for direction, not sure what the plan was for the day.

“Want to just walk around the city?” Cale inquired. Looking at him it was clear that he didn’t really have a plan and you twisted, planting your hands on his chest as you peered up at him.

“And here I thought you planned this trip.” You teased. It wasn’t that you opposed his idea, you just had to give him a little bit of a hard time just because you could.

“I did plan this trip.” Cale murmured. “I planned this trip to have the flexibility for us to go where we wanted to go and see what we wanted to see without having to worry about following a strict schedule. I’ve got a rough outline...or did you not look at the map?” He teased right back. As his hand drifted down to your lower back he dropped his head to kiss you. You were still getting used to this whole being able to kiss him in public thing, but you liked it. “I wasn’t sure how tired we’d be...so I figured we’d just start local, check into the hotel, and play it by ear from there. Okay?”

“Okay.” You smiled, pecking his lips once more before settling back onto your feet. “So which way Mr. Makar?”

With your hands entwined, you walked through the city of Reykjavik, taking in all of the sights it had to offer. At the Hallgrímskirkja church, you marveled at the height of the ceiling while Cale joked that it was like staring at a graph in math class all over again. Smacking him gently, you insisted on taking your first selfie, laughing at each other as you did. Already, your brain was cataloging that there would be two distinct folders of photos on your phone, one you could show the parents and one you could not.

As you passed the statue of Leif Eríkson, you rambled on to Cale about how historians had new leads on where Vinland actually was located and how the Vikings had clearly discovered North America long before many of the other European explorers had.

“Someone has been watching documentaries lately.” Cale smiled, his grin fond. “History was always one of your favorite classes wasn’t it?” You nodded in agreement and noted that Cale seemed unbothered by you playing mini historian. The fact that he remembered what your favorite classes were in school kind of surprised you. But this was one of the many reasons why this trip was such a good thing, you were getting to reacquaint yourselves with each other and learn things you didn’t know before.

Soon, you walked through what seemed to be a shopping district. It was quaint and quiet and reminded you more of a small suburb than a big city. The buildings were all small and cute and there was graffiti art all over the place. When you reached Tjörnin Pond, you pulled Cale to sit on a bench for a few minutes, more wanting to just sit and take things in than actually needing to rest.

“This place is gorgeous.” You breathed, your linked hands resting on Cale’s thigh. “Thank you for bringing me.”

“Thank you for coming,” Cale replied, his lips pressing against the top of your head. Sitting for a few more minutes, you headed off again, continuing along until you reached the harbor. There you saw the Harpa concert hall, a modern glass building whose panes of multicolored glass shone brightly under the midday sun, and the Sun Voyager sculpture which resembled a Viking ship floating on water.

Having essentially circled back to where you had started, the two of you made the decision to head back to the car. You’d killed enough time wandering around that you could check into the hotel and so you headed that way.

You hated to admit it but Cale might have been right. The moment you settled into the car, you felt yourself immediately start to doze off. You knew logically that you shouldn’t be tired, but yet that was exactly what you felt. You didn’t even realize you’d fallen asleep in the short drive over to the hotel until Cale was unbuckling you.

“Hey sleepy.” He whispered. “I already checked in and took our bags up. You wanna go up and take a nap?” Cale’s question was answered only by a look of exhaustion on your face. It didn’t take long to reach your room and once you had, you flopped down on the bed, sighing softly at its comfort. Cale’s hands slipped your shoes off your feet and he chuckled, the weight of his gaze causing you to shift.

“Don’t even say it.” You mumbled.

“I didn’t say anything.” Cale defended. “Are we calling it a day though and just getting an early start tomorrow?” He asked. Though you wanted to keep going, you didn’t think your body agreed and so you sighed shrugging.

“Yeah...I think so.” You pouted. The pout was pulled from your lips though when Cale stretched, the bottom of his shirt riding up to reveal the fine happy trail that started just below his belly button and disappeared under the waistband of his grey sweats. It was amazing how easily even a peek at your boyfriend’s body made everything better.

“What do you want for dinner? I’ll run out and bring food back.” Cale insisted, his fingers running through his somewhat sweaty hair.

“I’d say surprise me but I’m not sure that’s such a great idea in a foreign country.” You joked. “I don’t know. I’m not that hungry.” You whined. Or if you were hungry you just didn’t know what sounded good.

“Women…” Cale mumbled teasingly under his breath. “I’m going to see if I can track down a couple salads. Will that work?” Your stomach growled at his suggestion and you both took that as your body’s agreement. “Okay. I’ll be back soon.” Cale stated, leaning down to kiss you before slipping from the hotel room.

As your head fell back against the pillows, you knew you could easily just go right back to sleep. At the same time though, you couldn’t help but feel gross from the travel and from spending the afternoon walking around. So you forced yourself up and into the small bathroom to wash off.

By the time you finished and had slipped into pajamas, Cale had returned with food. Though you weren’t super hungry, you forced yourself to eat before finally crawling into bed.

You weren’t sure what time you fell asleep, though you knew it had to be ungodly early. When you awoke, it was to the feeling of Cale’s arms tightening around your body, his voice low and smooth in your ear.

“Will you stop the tossing and turning...it’s too freaking early.” Letting out a hum of confusion, you twisted in his arms, your head landing against his shoulder. “It’s 3 am...and I’m awake because you can’t stay still…” Cale grumbled. “I know I said we’d get an early start but I didn’t mean this early.” He added. “So can you please tell your body to knock it off.”

“Sorry.” You whispered, forcing yourself to go rigid against him. Apparently, your body had had enough sleep already and decided that any extra sleep would not be the peaceful kind. Cale’s fingers slid up your back and he let out a grunt of frustration when his touch only caused you to stiffen further.

“Sweetheart...would you relax?” He murmured.

“I’m trying.” You mumbled back, turning back over to face away from Cale with a sigh. You wanted to sleep, you did, but now that you were half awake, your brain was filled with anxious thoughts and silly worries. It had been less than five minutes since he woke you when you felt Cale’s lips on your shoulder and once again his arms tightened around you.

“Let me help…” He murmured, his fingers shifting to brush against your stomach.

“Cale I…” Whatever complaint was on the tip of your tongue was silenced when Cale rolled you underneath his body, his mouth seeking yours. His kiss was lazy and soft and he didn’t fully pull away until your body had turned to jello.

“Do you trust me?” Cale questioned softly. You could only nod because of course you trusted him. You trusted him more than anyone else you’d ever been with. “Then let me help you relax so we can both sleep.” He pressed, one hand sliding down to rest against your hip.

It was his blue eyes that revealed what he was planning on doing and you caught his cheek in your palm before he could start sliding down the bed.

“Cale...you don’t…”

“Sweetheart...if you think I haven’t thought about what it would be like to bury my face in your sweet pussy a million times in the last few months you’re insane. I want to...will you let me?”

Nerves ran through your body at the thought of trying this for the first time with Cale. What if you didn’t like it? You’d failed to remind him that he wasn’t the only one inexperienced in this area, so it would be a blow to his ego for sure if this went badly. Suddenly, the image of Cale licking your fluids from his fingers popped into your head chased by the fantasy of his head between your thighs. All you had to do was agree for that fantasy to become a reality. Before you could even verbalize your assent, Cale had started sliding down the bed, dragging the blankets with him.

“If I do something you don’t like just tell me.” He breathed, his fingers tugging your shorts and panties off of your body quickly.

Nude from the waist down, Cale trailed his mouth across your stomach as he settled himself between your parted thighs. Then he jumped down to your left knee, nipping his way up your inner thigh before repeating the process with the other.

He was both teasing you and giving you the chance to stop him if you needed to but now that he was there, you wanted nothing more than to see just what kind of damage he could do.

“Cale, please…” You gasped, needing so much more than what he was giving you.

“That’s my girl,” Cale mumbled, his eyes twinkling as he looked up at you. “I want to hear you, sweetheart.” The feeling of his breath blowing hot over your core made you shiver and your back bowed off of the bed toward him. Pinning your hips down under the weight of his forearm, Cale kissed your stomach one more time before sliding down, his tongue licking broadly through your folds.

Squirming under him, your brain attempted to process whether that was a good or a bad sensation. It settled for the word different as you felt waves of heat roll through you when Cale’s mouth latched onto your clit, sucking gently.

“That…more of that.” You pleaded. Following your direction, Cale focused in on your clit, sucking it between his lips again. Slowly things started to go hazy as he pressed soft kisses and little licks to your heated flesh before returning to the suction. There was no rush to his actions, and you reached down, your fingers tugging at his hair as he lapped lazily at your core.

A grunt spilled from Cale’s mouth in response to your tug and the vibration rippled through your body, sending sparks across your skin. Sliding his other arm around your hip, Cale drew your leg over his shoulder. The change in angle must have allowed Cale better access because you felt his tongue press inside of you, your hips attempting to jolt out of his grasp at the feeling.

The feeling of his tongue fucking inside of you made you whimper and when Cale pulled back to breathe, you could feel the growing confidence rolling off of him.

“You doing okay?” He questioned softly, waiting for your answer as he pressed gentle kisses to your thigh again.

“More Cale please…” You whined. Smirking Cale sucked at your clit harder than he had before.

“More of this…” He questioned quickly before sliding his tongue back inside of you, flicking at your slick internal walls. “Or more of that.” He asked, pulling back once more to breathe. Your chest was heaving, your breath hitching with the feelings Cale’s mouth on you created.

“Both...god both Cale…” You pleaded.

“Okay...just relax and let go for me okay sweet girl…” Cale resumed his easy pace, switching between sucking your clit and pressing his tongue inside you. As your body responded to his actions, he adjusted speeding up and slowing down until you were crying out his name, your body shaking with the strength of your orgasm.

Coming down, you shoved at Cale’s head as he licked over you slowly and carefully, cleaning you up. When he finally crawled up the bed, the grin on his face was a mile wide and his thumb brushed against your cheek.

“Was that okay?” He asked, nerves showing only in his gaze.

“If I didn’t know that was your first time...I wouldn’t believe it.” You said, voice slightly hoarse. Cale’s cheeks flushed even deeper and you leaned up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“It’ll be better next time,” Cale promised, laying flat on his back again, pulling you into his side. Snuggling against him, you certainly felt calmer than before, a yawn spilling from your throat. As you drifted back to sleep you heard Cale whisper ‘thank you’ in your ear and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered at being able to give Cale an experience he’d never had before.

Everything with him was new and different and you couldn’t ask for anything more. Just like this was only the start of your relationship, it was only the start of your vacation and you could only see both getting better with each and every day.

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